A superior's test of a subordinate

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A Superior's Test of a Subordinate:
General Manager Peng didn't take Wang Xiaomei home, but instead took her to a luxurious hotel. Although Wang Xiaomei was somewhat drunk, she was startled when she stepped into the hotel, but she still followed General Manager Peng inside. She desperately needed a place to rest and wash; she was filthy and couldn't bear the stench any longer. Entering the room, she didn't even notice the furnishings, rushing into the bathroom and completely relaxing herself, running a warm shower. She forgot where she was.
The gentle water caressed her smooth, porcelain-like skin, as if a pair of skillful hands were tenderly stroking her, making her feel infinitely relaxed. Through the full-length mirror in the bathroom, her stunning body was reflected; although the mirror was steamy, it didn't diminish her sensuality and allure. Her body was full of youthful vitality, very firm, with high, snow-white breasts that looked like freshly steamed buns, almost too beautiful to be grasped. Her slightly upturned buttocks and long, voluptuous legs would stir the hearts of even women, let alone men. Wang Xiaomei seemed to sober up, as if sensing the danger she was in. How did she end up in a hotel with President Peng? And in the bathroom, she suddenly realized she was completely naked in the hotel room with President Peng. She panicked, not knowing where her clothes were. She had no recollection of undressing in front of President Peng or behind his back. She quietly opened the bathroom door a crack and peeked into the room. She could hear the television playing; President Peng was watching TV. There were no clothes on the long red carpet. She became even more nervous, thinking, "How can I get out? I can't go out naked!" She wanted to call President Peng and ask him to give her clothes, but how could a young woman ask? She was caught in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.
The television inside was very loud. She tried to leave the bathroom naked to retrieve her clothes. She opened the door a crack, peeking cautiously into the room before tiptoeing out. She was terrified that Mr. Peng would come out and see her in such an embarrassing state. Her heart was in her throat, as if it would jump out of her chest. Every step was incredibly difficult. The door was ajar, and through the crack, she saw Mr. Peng sitting upright on the sofa. Her light pink dress and other close-fitting clothes were piled on another sofa. Her heart suddenly pounded wildly. "What should I do? I can't just stay naked!" she thought to herself.
Afraid that Mr. Peng would come out and bump into her, she hurriedly retreated back into the bathroom.
"Why aren't you finished washing yet, my dear lady?"
Before she even reached the bathroom, Mr. Peng's voice came after her, sending a chill down her spine.
She frantically closed the bathroom door, her heart pounding, clutching her chest, trembling uncontrollably.
"Are you alright?"
Mr. Peng's footsteps approached, seemingly pounding on her heart, causing unbearable pain.
"Bang, bang!" came Mr. Peng's knocking on the door. Wang Xiaomei, even more terrified, cried out, "What is it?" Her
body trembled violently.
"I was worried something might have happened. You've been washing for so long, why haven't you come out yet?"
Mr. Peng asked with concern.
"Mr. Peng, bring me my clothes,"
she said, her voice trembling. The terror was beyond measure.
"Okay," Mr. Peng's footsteps faded into the distance.
"Miss, I've put your clothes on the carpet,"
Mr. Peng's voice came again from outside.
"Mr. Peng, go back to your room,"
Wang Xiaomei said nervously, "Don't peek."
"Yes, sir,"
Mr. Peng said jokingly, and retreated into his room.
Wang Xiaomei waited until there was no sound outside, confirming that President Peng had returned to his room, before cautiously opening the bathroom door a crack and peeking out. She saw her dress and underwear lying on the carpet, and her face flushed crimson with embarrassment, especially the exquisite, light red lace underwear, which made her heart race. How could such private things be exposed in broad daylight? It was an insult to her.
She hurriedly carried the clothes into the bathroom, quickly changed, and then calmed her racing heart. Returning to her room, Wang Xiaomei, her hair still wet from her bath, her face rosy, radiated a captivating charm and allure.
Standing radiantly before President Peng, she said, "President Peng, I want to go home. Will you take me home?"
President Peng stared at her intently. "What are you busy with? Stay here tonight."
"No,"
Wang Xiaomei said firmly, "I have to go back."
President Peng took a deep drag on his cigarette, frowned, and remained silent.
“I can’t stay out overnight,”
Wang Xiaomei said, growing anxious at his indifference. “I’m still a young woman, how can I stay with you?”
Perhaps her mention of being a young woman made Mr. Peng even more interested; he forcefully stubbed out his cigarette. “Alright, I’ll take you home.”
Wang Xiaomei happily picked up her bag from the sofa, slung it over her shoulder, and turned to face Mr. Peng directly. Mr. Peng stared intently at her, his eyes burning with desire. Wang Xiaomei was afraid of his gaze and timidly avoided his sharp, piercing stare.
“Let’s go!”
Wang Xiaomei urged.
“Okay,”
Mr. Peng said, “Make sure you don’t forget anything.”
Wang Xiaomei carefully packed her things and found nothing missing. “Let’s go, nothing’s left behind.”
Just as Wang Xiaomei turned to leave, Mr. Peng grabbed her around the waist. A strong scent of lilies wafted over, intoxicating Mr. Peng. “Wang Xiaomei, you smell so good!”
Wang Xiaomei was stunned by this sudden turn of events and hadn’t even understood what was happening when Mr. Peng’s smelly mouth began to kiss her face like a storm.
“Mr. Peng, you’re crazy, let me go…”
Wang Xiaomei struggled in his arms.
How could Mr. Peng let her go at this moment? He not only didn’t let go but held her even tighter.
“Mr. Peng, it’s not convenient today, I’m on my period.”
Wang Xiaomei suddenly came up with a way to refuse.
It worked, and Mr. Peng stopped his advances. “Really?”
Wang Xiaomei blushed. “Yes!”
She nodded affirmatively.
“Let me check.”
Mr. Peng reached his hand under her skirt. "If you dare to lie to me, see how I deal with you."
Wang Xiaomei broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly said, "No, no..."
Wang Xiaomei did not expect that she would make things worse, as President Peng touched her lower body without any regard for her.

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