[Modern Emotions] Just Passion

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Fresh out of university and entering the workforce, I thought life would be like breaking free from a cage, and I'd have a bright future. But it wasn't like that at all. Jobs are hard to find now, especially those in my field. Unwilling to go home and wait to die, I found a low-paying job in the big city where I graduated, barely enough to get by. After rent, food, and clothing, I have to think twice before buying even a beer. But it's okay, at least I can dedicate the rest of my time to work and gain experience.

Today was another uneventful workday, and I walked to the office like a zombie. My biggest pastime on the way was looking at short skirts and pretty girls. Hmm, that woman in front of me has a great figure; her shapely buttocks are pushing her purple work skirt so tight, you can even see the outline of her underwear. She's wearing a white t-shirt, a typical office worker. Hmm, is she in the same building as me? I cautiously followed her into an elevator. She turned around, looked up, and a familiar feeling washed over me.

"Hey, isn't this Xiaoqian?"

"Ah, Brother Hua, what a coincidence! Do you work here too?" "Yeah, you do too? I'm on the 10th floor, what about you?" "Yeah, I'm on the 8th floor, what a coincidence!"

"Long time no see! I'm busy now, how about we grab dinner and chat after work tonight?" "Sure, I get off work at 8." "Okay, 8 o'clock then. I'll pick you up after work. What's your phone number?" "1821556****" "Okay, see you tonight."

"See you tonight."

Back at work, I was completely distracted, my mind was filled with thoughts of Xiaoqian, and I almost got scolded by my boss.

I remember we were deskmates in high school. She was so pure and cute back then. I was the class monitor, and she was the vice-monitor. A boy and a girl working together made the work easier. I made the decisions on big things, and she took care of the small things. We were truly on the same wavelength. Honestly, what am I thinking? She already has a boyfriend, from high school. Although we've broken up and gotten back together on and off, it's been so many years.

I get off work at 7 PM, an hour earlier than Xiaoqian. Luckily, my rented apartment isn't too far from the company; an hour's walk round trip is easily achievable. I hurried home to prepare for our evening date. I changed into a light blue plaid shirt and linen pants, all dressed casually. I waited five minutes early in front of her office, just in time to see her desk. She was still so focused and elegant as she wrote. She looked up, saw me, smiled slightly, and then went back to finishing the last bit of work.

She skipped and hopped over to me. "Have you been waiting long?" "No, I just got here." Seeing how charming she was, I knew I had to treat her to something nice.

"Let's go eat spicy hot pot!" she said gently before I could even speak. "You've only just graduated, don't spend too much. Treat me to a big meal when you get promoted." I was completely won over; I had no defenses left in her presence. "Okay!" We chatted for a long time sitting at a food stall in a foreign city.

She graduated from vocational college a year earlier than me. "Didn't you work in your hometown after graduation? Why did you come here?" "I worked for a year and felt it wasn't working, so I wanted to come to a big city where there are more opportunities." "Where's your boyfriend? Didn't he come?" "He didn't want to come. He just wants to live a comfortable life." I could see a hint of sadness in her voice, so I didn't bring up those unpleasant things and instead talked to her about our happy high school days.

"Do you still remember us in high school... ... ... ..." Happy times always fly by. After a burst of laughter, the night deepened, and the darkness seemed so pale. Looking at her slightly tipsy face, I reluctantly said, "It's getting late, let's go back." "Let's stay a little longer, it's rare to have such a happy time..." She was a little reluctant to leave.

I sensed something was wrong. "Did something upset you? Were you bullied?" "No, no, it's just..." "Just what?"

Seemingly relieved of the pressure she'd been under, she nestled into my arms, a slight sob escaping her lips, and explained. It turned out she'd been living in the company dormitory and had some conflicts with her roommates. She was a hard worker and had quickly gained the boss's trust, receiving more opportunities than long-serving employees. Some petty women gossiped behind her back, saying she'd gotten her opportunities through underhanded means and was having an affair with the manager.

Even her roommates were constantly sarcastic and critical; she didn't know how much gossip would follow her now that she was going to go back.

"Let's go!" I pulled her along the road back to the dorm. Since I'm pretty handsome, her roommates were a little envious. Then I packed all her things and said coolly, "She won't be living at the company anymore; she'll be sharing an apartment with me. I'm her protector, so she won't be the subject of your gossip anymore!" She came out with me, a tired smile on her face, probably from packing. "Now I feel better. I'm too ashamed to go back." "I'm serious, let's live together. I rented a two-bedroom apartment by myself, and I'm really worried about who will share the rent. It's good to have someone to look after us when we're away. Let's try sharing first. If you don't like it, I'll find you a new place right away. If you don't want to, stay in a hotel for one night, and I'll figure something out for you tomorrow." Was it emotion, passion, nostalgia, or affection? "Let's go!" Just like I said when I did that silly thing.

This morning, when I got up to use the bathroom, I opened the door and exclaimed, "Ah!" I saw Xiaoqian's naked back as she prepared to take a shower. I quickly closed the door, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." My mind was still filled with that pert bottom, only this time there was no covering. "I made breakfast, eat before you go to work." From then on, I fell in love with the little apartment I rented.

We ate lunch near the company. I got off work early in the evenings, and to repay her for the nutritious breakfasts she made every day, I would prepare a variety of dinners: red wine, steak, salad, and sometimes some hometown dishes, making it especially romantic. After dinner, we would sometimes go for a walk by the river. When we got tired, I would carry her on my back, her breasts against my back, my hands caressing her silky thighs. Sometimes we would watch TV together, and she would fall asleep with her head resting on my shoulder, her breasts wrapped around my arm. I would put my arm around her waist, and if it got late, I would carry her back to the room and kiss her forehead. Sometimes her eyelashes would flutter, as if she were having a sweet dream. Sometimes we would exercise together to maintain our figures. I would help her stretch, and even though my skin was covered in sweat, I could smell a pleasant fragrance.

On her birthday, I prepared a cake, candles, champagne, and barbecue for her. She was so happy. After dinner, we played cards. The winner could ask the loser to do something. At first, we played games like flicking foreheads and slapping palms. Later, I won, and I went up to her, hugged her, and asked, "Let me kiss you." She stared at me and said, "No." "Yes, please." "Don't you kiss me all the time?" Oh, she knew all along. "This time, I want a kiss on the lips." She pouted and said, "No." I shook her, and she quickly said, "I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy, just one kiss, okay?" The kiss was deep and long. After the kiss, she didn't dare look up at my face. Like an escaped little rabbit, she slipped away, closed the door, and went to sleep.

From then on, I became bolder. Although we continued our usual life, when I carried her on my back by the river, I casually touched her buttocks. When we watched TV together, my hand would move from her waist to her breasts. During exercise, I would rub my hard penis against her body. Every time, it was just a "You pervert!" followed by her pushing me away, lightly patting my head, or slipping away.

One weekend, she went shopping while I was masturbating on my computer with headphones on, calling out "Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian," unaware that she had already walked in. To be honest, this was the most embarrassing time for me; when I realized she was behind me, I wanted to disappear into a hole. She quietly leaned over to look at the Japanese adult film on my computer screen. "Imagine someone else as me!" "Ah!" I quickly covered myself, and the last few seconds were the longest I'd ever experienced. She spoke, "You want it so badly? Let me help you!" So, when she said "help you," she meant with her hands. I was a little annoyed and said, "It's not like that." She asked curiously, "Then how is it?" I hugged her tightly, took off her outer clothes, and she gasped. I used my mouth to pull down her bra and started licking and sucking her nipples, and she made soft "ah, ah" sounds.

Then I began to explore her labia and clitoris with my tongue, and her moans grew louder. I stood up and said to her, "Do you understand?" She nodded. But I couldn't hold back any longer. I carried her to the bedside, kissed her, and then inserted my penis into her vagina. She began to enjoy it loudly, two thoughts intertwining in her mind, but neither could stop their forward momentum. "Ah...ah...ah, Hua-ge, don't stop!" "Of course, I've missed you so much, do you want it?" "Yes, yes, I've wanted it for a long time." "Then why don't you take the initiative?" "I should be a little reserved." Ah!" A stream of clear fluid shot out. I carried her to the shower. "Hua-ge, do you like me?" "Of course I do." "I don't believe you." "I've liked you since high school." "Ah!" You've been plotting against me all along!" We started doing it again in the bathroom. "I liked you the first day I saw you, and I wanted to fuck you the second day." "Ah!" "Ah!" "You bad boy, you big bad boy!" "Ah, you don't like me being bad? Then I won't fuck you." "Ah!" "Ah!" "No, I like it, I like Hua-ge fucking me." "Ah!" "Ah!" I came again.

We gradually started having sex and became closer to each other. But as time went on, the feeling of sex wasn't as exciting anymore. We started trying to do it in places where we might be discovered. Walking by the river, I would take off her panties and bra, letting the river breeze kiss her vulva and nipples. When she was aroused, we would find a dark corner, undress her, and start having sex, taking pictures, and filming. Sometimes, after everyone at his company had left, I would carry her and have sex on his desk. Or on the balcony, in the stairwell, in the public restroom…

One day I came home early from work, bought a bottle of wine to surprise her, and heard sounds—the sounds of her being fucked. I quietly opened the door and saw a tall, strong, dark-skinned middle-aged man on our bed, riding her. I opened the door and

went in; the man, who was probably married, scurried away with his tail between his legs. She rushed over and hugged me, crying, but I felt she was covered in dirt. I carried her to the bathroom, put her down, turned on the shower, and then went back to the bathroom, locked the door, and went to sleep. The next morning, I saw her lying in bed, her eyes red; she must have cried herself to sleep. She didn't go to work; when she came home, she was gone, leaving a note: "I'm sorry, I'm leaving." I chased after her to the station, realizing I didn't want to lose her, but the train had already left.

A year later, I received an invitation from her and her boyfriend; they got married. She was drunk, and he was already unconscious. I drove them home. She sat in the passenger seat, and her husband lay in the back. Looking at her, I said, "I'm sorry, I've never had a chance to say this to you." "It's okay, it's all in the past." I leaned closer. "Can I kiss you one more time?" Her lips pressed against mine; I could feel every cell in them. She smiled and said, "He's my boss." "What?" "We did it once in the office. He came back to get some documents, saw us having sex, took pictures, and used them to blackmail me." I smiled too.

I parked the car on a deserted side of the road. We were still so in sync, as if waiting for something good. We embraced again, made love, until we were almost exhausted. I felt she had left a tear in my heart.

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