My colleague's subtlety

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From the moment Yue Meng entered my office and sat on the sofa tonight, my mind has been in turmoil. I can't keep this from her, but if I do, I can forget about doing what I want to do tonight. It's not that we haven't done these "things we like" before, nor is it that telling her tonight will prevent us from doing them; it's mainly because telling her will negatively impact our mood—and most importantly, hers.
If this could wait a week or so, until I've mastered the "Twelve Zodiac Sexual Techniques," I wouldn't need to consider whether to do it or not, because that divine skill would be enough to conquer any woman and keep her submissive for life. But not now; I'm just an ordinary person.
Yue Meng is the sexiest girl in the snail shell workshop. Except for the dead of winter when she can't wear skirts and the sweltering summer when she can't wear socks, she loves short skirts and stockings all year round, showcasing her shapely legs and her walking posture, especially the perfect sway of her waist and hips. From the lowly wolves in the workshop to even the department head (who's a stocking fetishist like me), everyone's a fan of hers.
Even if she's not a secretary, she's at least someone who sits in an office with a keyboard.
I spent a whole summer pursuing Yue Meng. After we got together, we didn't live together, but every night when she had free time, she'd come to my office for a tryst, to do "what we love." Winter turned to spring, and now it's
summer again. My relationship with Yue Meng went from being a secret to being public; now everyone in the factory knows, but basically no one is optimistic about us. They all think we're just playing around. Whether we're just playing around or serious, today is the test.
Right now, Yue Meng is lying in my arms. Her smile is beautiful. If I were looking at her eye level, I'd think her smile was sweet, but now that she's lying in my arms, it becomes incredibly seductive. As usual, I'm analyzing the differences between various buttons and clasps with her, practicing how to unbutton and fasten them, all while having a close encounter with her skin.
Tonight, I have something on my mind; even with a beautiful woman in my arms, I'm still absent-minded. In some places, where my erection would normally reach her neck, she didn't stand up today.
She'd been lying on my lap for over half an hour, and we were still chatting. I was preoccupied, and the conversation hadn't gotten to the point, even as we were entangled. No, I had to tell her about this. I couldn't keep it from her, even if it meant we couldn't go on dates today or ever again.
Just as I was about to speak, Yue Meng rolled over, disarmed me, and then slowly made me swallow my erection. Under my tutelage, Yue Meng had her own special skill for this, which I named "Containing Without Revealing"—meaning swallowing it completely.
Let's finish this first, though I was distracted, and she seemed to be just going through the motions.
The quartz clock in the office had already struck ten. We were lying down to rest when I said, "Yue Meng, I have something to report to you."
Yue Meng said, "Manager Mo, please give instructions—my surname is Mo, and my given name is Mo Lufang. People call me 'breast-touching' behind my back." "Manager Mo" was what she called me when we first met, and it sounds so awkward now. Please don't let her call me that after I tell this.
I started getting dressed, saying I was helpless about this and asked for understanding.
Yue Meng fastened her clothes: "Can you stop stammering?"
I admired her figure with relish: "You were the one who stammered earlier, but your skills are improving."
Yue Meng rolled her eyes at me: "What is it?"
I had to whisper the important thing: "Taihang introduced me to someone and wants me to go on a blind date with her tomorrow night." I said I already have a boyfriend, but she insists on meeting someone else, so what's wrong with that? Let's go see.
Taihang is the finance manager of our factory, our boss's wife, his official wife. The nickname "Taihang" originated from a student who had just graduated from high school. He had some questions about his paycheck and went to the finance department. He was captivated by her ample bosom and, back in his dorm, described her like this: "Taihang and Wangwu Mountains, seven hundred li in circumference, ten thousand ren high." True masters often come from humble backgrounds, and this nickname quietly spread.
Yue Meng's face had already changed: "You still need to discuss this with me? Just go!"
I hugged her: "You want me to go too?"
Yue Meng pushed me away: "Who am I to you? Can I control you?"
I said, "Don't be angry, I won't go. Besides, even if I go, what's the big deal about meeting her? I can just disagree, otherwise I'll be slapping Taihang's face." After much
persuasion, using a mix of coaxing and deception, and explaining the stakes between me and Taihang, Yue Meng reluctantly agreed to let me go on the blind date, only to give Taihang face.
That's what she said, but actually I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night.
Let me use this time to talk about my current situation. After graduating from the Japanese Department of Modu University, I worked as a Japanese translator at Heyun Food Factory in Modu. Later, I was given a new title—Head of the Import and Export Department.
Although Modu is a large city, it's actually a suburb of the suburbs, not far from the subordinate counties. This area belongs to the city's development zone and industrial park, but it's not fully developed yet. Several surrounding villages haven't been relocated. Heyun bought farmland from one of these villages to build its factory. It's currently the only factory in this area.
My job is quite important to the factory, so the woman I'm meeting tomorrow night is much more tempting than Yue Meng, even though we haven't met yet and I don't know what she looks like. But her conditions are enticing enough: the daughter of the Party Secretary of a nearby village. This village Party Secretary isn't your average village Party Secretary, for reasons you understand—he's loaded. Taihang introduced me to this marriage because he wants me to stay here long-term.
I don't even need to consider whether to go on this blind date; I'd love to climb this social ladder. Neither Yue Meng nor I are from Modu. Although my income isn't low, nearly 100,000 yuan a year, the house prices in downtown Modu are already 7,000 to 8,000 yuan per square meter, and even in the suburbs they're 4,000 to 5,000 yuan per square meter. Saving up for a house isn't an easy task. If I married the daughter of a village secretary in the suburbs, a house and a car wouldn't be a problem at all.
After telling Yue Meng, I felt a bit better. As for the future, we'll just have to take it one step at a time.

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