【The Dark Desires of White-Collar Ladies (1-2)】

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For a long time, I've had an urge to write this story, not only because of its erotic atmosphere, but also

because it allows me to examine the complex psychological journey of a mature and beautiful Chinese woman. Looking back on this experience often

leaves me in the dead of night reflecting on the changing times and the transformation of human nature. In fact, the moral and value systems of Chinese people, especially

Chinese women, have undergone a dramatic shift, along with an explosive surge of sexual desire

.

The material for these stories comes from my online and offline interactions with her. Although we later became

very close , mere communication was far from enough. During our relationship, I did something significant

and somewhat despicable: I used malware to hack into her computer, obtaining all her QQ chat logs. By

chance, I also discovered an important folder containing her diary and some photos. Modern

technology is truly astonishing; it allows me to truly approach the inner world of a woman and the truth of her dark life

. The following stories are a compilation of all the information I obtained about her, essentially reconstructing

her life and her experiences.

I. Opening Her Heart

Xu Hui was a woman I met online four years ago. I remember our first interaction.

I had added a Beijing woman named "Jecica" on my WeChat. At the time, I had a preconceived notion that

women with English names were generally more sophisticated, at least they knew English. Later, I overturned that notion, but Xu Hui certainly did.

After a brief greeting, she replied, "Sorry, busy, please wait a moment." This

wasn't surprising; most women online would say the same thing.

Two hours later, she returned, and we chatted casually.

This initial conversation was always quite bland, just a process of getting to know each other—a kind of background check, but I

did it skillfully, without being annoying. I gradually learned that she worked for a Singaporean multinational company as

a sales manager, was 1.72 meters tall, married, and had a daughter. Although it was just basic information,

it was enough to outline her general situation, especially if you're analytical. Eclipse could

n't be too bad. Working for a foreign company meant she had good personal qualities, her height meant she wouldn't be unattractive, and her sales manager

status meant she should be a good communicator. These were my initial assumptions, and based on later events,

I was right about two things, except for the last one.

Eclipse was very busy, mostly using QQ to

contact , so our chats were always intermittent. At the time, I had a feeling that this woman was probably

surrounded by men, so she wasn't eager for online communication. This judgment turned out to be completely wrong. In the following

two months I only had two relatively long conversations with her, but she was really a bit dull. After two months,

I still didn't know much about her. Moreover, she wouldn't give me her photos even after I asked her several times, which

frustrated me. Occasionally, I would test her: "Are you pretty?" Her answer was often, "No, I'm ugly."

Those with extensive online experience will surely have this feeling: women are always very concerned about their appearance.

If a woman online says she's not pretty, there's a 90% chance she's ugly. At the time, I thought

my initial judgment was wrong and was quite disappointed. But I thought she was very tall, which was important

because I'm 180cm and don't like short women; also, because she seemed well-mannered, we could get along.

Therefore, I often say that the most important things for a woman are her temperament and figure, and I emphasize that I don't judge people by their appearance. Of course,

this is all true; sometimes very beautiful women can become pretentious and aloof.

I remember it was the winter of 2004, and my online interactions with Jessica had entered their

third month . That day, she was still at the company very late, supposedly working on a very important report.

It's not unusual for foreign companies like theirs to have overtime. But this day was different from usual; there was a video

icon . Strange, how could she have a video call while at the company? So I tried to video call her, not expecting much, but

to my surprise, she agreed, but said she would wait a while until her colleagues left.

About ten minutes later, she initiated a video call request. I clicked on it, but the first two attempts failed.

I was a little frustrated; everyone's curiosity about the other person at this point is like a cat scratching at your skin. I kept

talking to her, but she ignored me. I thought she had left; this often happened in our previous interactions—Je

Cica always liked to disappear without a trace. A few minutes later, she spoke again. It turned out she had restarted the computer, and she

complained to me about the company's crappy computer. Then, I finally saw Je Cica for the first time.

A mature, elegant, and poised woman appeared on the video screen, a very typical Beijing woman.

Not exceptionally beautiful, but definitely above average in appearance, with long, wavy hair flowing over her shoulders.

Her every move exuded a generous and sunny personal charm. She clearly came from a well-to-do family, a scholarly background. Later

conversations confirmed this; her father was a civil servant in the cultural industry, and her mother was a teacher.

This first impression was crucial. I suddenly felt I had finally found the woman of my dreams. I had been

hoping for a woman like her to appear. To be honest, she was somewhat similar to my wife, but she seemed more

modern, perhaps because she worked for a foreign company and had a professional, white-collar vibe.

During our chat, I praised her for being charming and attractive, showing genuine admiration. At this point,

a man's praise shouldn't be excessive, because a woman like her is certainly no stranger to men's attention and is used to

blatant compliments; being too mushy would only offend her.

Jessica in the video seemed very busy, frequently answering calls. I took the opportunity to ask for her number, and to my

surprise, she readily gave it to me, telling me her Chinese name was Xu Hui, a very ordinary name.

From that day on, I sent her text messages sporadically, mainly psychological tests, occasionally including

a few off-color jokes. Xu Hui's answers were always calm and measured. She answered every psychological test, mostly related

to sex. I remember once I sent her three sex psychology tests in a row, and her answers

were quite similar. For the first one, she chose watermelon, which answered that she was a woman who appeared calm on the surface but was passionate inside.

The second one asked about her sexual boldness, and she chose the ocean, which answered that beneath her calm exterior, she was very open.

She was open to multiple sexual partners; the third question was about her satisfaction with her marriage. She chose coffee, meaning marriage is

like bitter coffee, while extramarital affairs are like sugar and milk.

I didn't care about the psychological test at all; it was just a tactic for picking up girls, because women seem to particularly

enjoy psychological tests. After asking the questions, I casually sent a text message: "Looks like you're a repressed horny woman." She replied

: "What's a repressed horny woman?" I said: "A woman who appears cold and demure on the outside but craves passion on the inside." After a long pause,

she replied: "Let's talk about something else."

Such a simple sentence might not seem like much to an inexperienced person, but to an experienced person

like meant a lot. First, I had already secured a place in her heart because she used "we";

second, she implicitly agreed with my statement. If she had answered: "Maybe," or "Or is that so?", I really wouldn't know. Then she

definitely wasn't the type you described. But the fact that she said that meant she couldn't understand her own thoughts and was a little confused.

Two weeks later, just after New Year's Day, she stayed online late one day. I asked her

why wasn't home, and she said she had things to do. We chatted like that. I suddenly said, "A charming

woman like you shouldn't be working overtime in a cold office, but should be cuddling with your husband in front of the fireplace, drinking a glass of

bitter red wine, and savoring passionate moments on the carpet."

After a long pause, she replied, "Yes, I wish, but it seems difficult." I asked, "

Where's your husband?" She hesitated, "Can I not mention him? He's away on a business trip." I was secretly pleased; her family life wasn't happy. I

immediately replied, "I've always wanted to tell you, I'd be the man who drinks red wine with you."

She replied, "You're too far away." Since that's the case, this woman is basically yours. I said, "I

often travel to Beijing on business. Can I treat you to red wine then?" She smiled and replied, "Sure, I'll treat you."

After that night, we became online lovers. I'd send her texts

every now and then, asking how she was doing, reminding her not to stay up too late, and so on. Women love that kind of thing, and slowly we solidified

our relationship.

Before I met her, I had a strange feeling about her; I thought she was a lonely woman, somewhat sentimental,

introverted, and yearning for passion. But when I met her, I found that wasn't the case at all.

(To be continued)

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