One hit misses and the game crashes.

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After graduation, I started working for a company that was neither too big nor too small, but of a decent size. Due to material sourcing and cost issues, it was located far from the city center, usually quite a distance away.
We were in a place dozens of kilometers from the city, with no public transportation. The company provided accommodation, and I only went home on weekends. I'm from out of town, and I got this job by chance. I'm actually 175cm tall and weigh 65kg. I wear glasses and give off a somewhat scholarly, frail appearance. However, my appearance doesn't match my personality. I have a thing for married women, and I've had the energy to seduce them a few times. I've also been to prostitutes. I believe in enjoying life while I can.
Anyway, back to the point, I'm bored at this new company. It's a bit unpleasant for a young guy like me to be in this godforsaken place, but that's work, so there's no way around it. It's like being separated from my girlfriend. I didn't meet many people at the beginning, but I had a few close friends who were colleagues who joined the company at the same time. We participated in a two-week training program together, so let's call them classmates. During the training, there were four of us. One was a "returnee," someone who had gone to the company for further training and then came back to work. The others (including me) were newcomers, and one was a woman. The four of us were practically inseparable during the training. Being new and without connections, we had to stick together for support. The veteran employee, with his seasoned experience, told me about the company's various problems. He mentioned that the company had a bad culture, with many women having affairs. I didn't pay much attention at the time, but later, after analyzing it, I realized there were reasons: the risk and reward issue. Because the employees were relatively concentrated, eating, working, and even leaving work together, far from their partners, many inherent conditions were created (Nage is generally chaotic). Also, the company was closed off; whatever you did was under everyone's watchful eye, and news spread quickly.
My female colleague was assigned to the logistics department, while I was in the technical department. Actually, I didn't know much about her at first, except that she was married and had a three-year-old child, but she was younger than me (she got pregnant around 20, I think), so you couldn't tell she had a child. The training went smoothly, and we were assigned to our new positions, though we saw each other every day. It all started with a QQ status update. A little over a year after we were assigned to our jobs, she posted a status saying she was feeling down. I saw it when I refreshed my QQ space and commented to show my concern. I didn't intend to flirt with her at the time; I had no feelings for her, and being new to the job, I couldn't see through her intentions. She replied immediately, and then we started a private chat. We talked a lot. It turned out she was complaining about her husband, how terrible he was—always drinking, gambling, visiting prostitutes, beating women—almost a complete scoundrel. I asked her, "What did you see in him?" She said he wasn't like this before; he was alright, but his friends led him astray. She told his parents, but they didn't believe their son would do this and wouldn't help. After a long rant, I advised her, "It's okay, let's see how things go." She said she didn't have enough money to pay off her husband's gambling debts; they'd spent over 500,000 yuan. I felt deep sympathy, sympathy mixed with pity. Later, she stopped complaining about her family and started talking about interests, hobbies, and life in general. The story always had to end there. We chatted on QQ almost every day, which triggered my phone addiction, like a first love. But I would always delete the chat history after we finished chatting. As we continued chatting, feelings developed, and things got a little ambiguous. Flirting, after all, requires skill. Looking back now, it feels like she was the one flirting with me, and I was the victim; she was always in the proactive position.
One day, she texted me, saying she was playing cards in our dorm that night. I casually mentioned that she could come to my dorm sometime; I live alone (I'm an exception, they all have four-person rooms). It was just a casual remark, but she actually came that night. When she came in, I smelled alcohol. She can hold her liquor; she can drink a pound of baijiu (Chinese liquor) like it's nothing, she's from Sichuan. I didn't touch her; I just let her sit on a stool while I sat on the bed, chatting idly. After a while, the rain outside started to pour, but she hadn't heard it when she came in. We chatted for over an hour before she was about to leave. As soon as she opened the door, she saw it was raining heavily. She lived about a ten-minute walk from me. Seeing the heavy rain, I pulled her back and said, "How about we leave when the rain stops?" (I have an umbrella in my dorm, but I didn't want to give it to her; don't ask me why). When I took her hand, she didn't flinch; it was soft and warm. I closed the door again. Then I started groping her with my hands and feet. Since she didn't resist, what was there to be afraid of? I pressed my face very close to hers, cornering her against the door. She said, "What are you doing? Why are you so close? I'll leave when the rain stops." This wasn't a complaint or annoyance; rather, her shy struggle aroused me. I said, "Nothing, just looking at you. You're so cold; I wanted to hug you to warm you up." I hugged her, and she put her arms in front of me. I'm sure it wasn't rejection, just shyness. I teased her, putting my mouth close to her ear and whispering. After a few sentences, she was defenseless; most women's ears are very sensitive. She leaned against me, feeling a little limp. At this point, my lower body, from the waist down, began to take control. I started gently kissing her. She didn't flinch or cry; she just closed her eyes. I pressed down hard and pulled her lips into my mouth, my tongue slipping inside. She became aroused and started kissing me back. My hands went into automatic mode, caressing her buttocks and breasts. Taking a breather, I looked at her; her face was rosy, more alluring than usual. According to procedure, I should undress her. She absolutely refused. It was autumn, and she was wearing thick clothes, but I could still feel her figure through them. Although she had given birth, she was still very thin, with small breasts, maybe a B cup. I thought to myself, "Anyway, you'll be obedient to me soon," so I said, "Okay, then don't take off her clothes, just touch her." She didn't object. While kissing her, my hands started caressing her through her clothes, slowly skipping over a few layers until I touched her skin directly. It was smooth and comfortable. When she was unhappy, she would bite me hard, but that bit only excited me more. I started by slipping my hand inside her bra and touching her breasts. They were small. I rubbed them a few times, but that wasn't enough, so I explored her genitals. She gave a token resistance but ignored me. When I touched her genitals, I noticed there was very little hair. I knew she and her husband had been arguing every day and hadn't had sex in a long time, so her genitals were definitely clean. My hand went straight to her vulva, where the hair was pitifully sparse. I was surprised to find that her vulva was very tight. I asked her, "Didn't you have a child? How come it's so tight? Was it a C-section?" She said it was a natural birth, and she didn't know. No exaggeration, it was tighter than mine, even tighter than my girlfriend who had never had children. My penis was incredibly hard, it just had to be shown off. She slammed the light off. I said, "Leave the light on, I like to look at you." She said no, the light had to be off. Damn it, fine, the light's off. I kissed her as I took off her clothes one by one. It felt so good. I asked her to touch my penis, but she neither touched it nor refused my touching. We were both naked in no time. I pinned her down on the bed, trying to kiss her breasts, but she wouldn't let me, especially not her genitals. I wanted to turn on the light to check, but she wouldn't let me either. Damn it, I was so angry. I was about to penetrate her when she said I needed a condom because she was in her fertile period. I took a condom from the cabinet next to me and said it was okay, we could use it later, no need for a condom yet. Damn, I came. Because my penis had been rubbed for so long and her vagina was so tight, I couldn't penetrate her after a few tries and I ejaculated. It was so embarrassing. I'd never experienced anything like this before. Maybe I was just too excited. She didn't know I'd ejaculated in the dark. I quickly sat up, and I ejaculated all over my clothes. After I finished, I didn't want to do anything with her anymore and said, "Let's leave it at that. It's not good to take things any further." She sat up and started getting dressed. I said, "Put your clothes on, let's lie here for the night." And we lay there like that all night. Men are like that; once the climax is over, the brain starts working again.
After that, I didn't go on any more dates with her, afraid things would get out of hand. Later, she divorced and started dating a colleague of mine. They didn't get married, just dated. I haven't made any moves since, but I have no regrets. Thankfully, it didn't cause any bad influence, because I didn't want to create a negative impact at work. Later, I became a manager. I have many other good experiences, and I hope to share them with you all when I have time.
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