A perilous boat on a sea of desire

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In 1992, after graduating from university, I was assigned to work as a worker in a large state-owned light textile enterprise. This enterprise

was located on the outskirts of the city, built in a mountainous area, and operated as an independent entity. It possessed almost all the

necessary public facilities, such as schools, hospitals, kindergartens, entertainment centers, canteens, family quarters, and dormitories

for workers.

At that time, enterprises still operated under the old system: no matter how much education you had, you had to start from the bottom.

So, I was assigned to a workshop producing chemical fiber yarn as an operator. The workshop was large, with rows of

impressive imported textile machines. The workers entered the area and began their shift, winding the yarn from the previous process

onto the yarn rolls. After two or three hours, the yarn rolls, like ripe crops, became sturdy, large rollers

. The workers started working, harvesting, laughing and joking. It was an infectious environment. Although I didn't know how to do it,

enthusiasm began to emerge. I followed the experienced workers, watching their movements and listening to their explanations of the techniques.

My mentor's name was Wang Xiaoyun, and she was 30 years old. When the foreman took me to see the machines, he asked who would be willing to mentor a

young man like me. The few male workers all walked away, showing no interest. I stole glances at the female workers and saw

two women slightly older than me. One was very pretty, and I secretly hoped she would take me. But

when I looked at her, she avoided my gaze. Just then, a woman walked over and jokingly said, "

Looks like nobody wants you. I'll take you. You're a handsome young man; what's my wife afraid of?" The atmosphere immediately livened up.

Someone said, "You're old? We'd be dead! What a good excuse!" Another shouted, "Watch out, your mentor

might eat people!" Amidst the laughter, everyone dispersed and went to their respective machines. I followed Wang Xiaoyun, awkwardly

sitting down at her assigned table and chair, beginning to get used to my new life.

Master Wang is very kind to me. She's beautiful, mature, and charming, and I'm happy to be her apprentice. As

we get to know each other better, I realize the girl I initially wanted her to mentor is named Liu Xiaoyan. She appears pure and pretty,

but she's quite promiscuous. She's not only involved with the section chief but also has an affair with a deputy director in the workshop. Unlike my master, who

has a great reputation here and everyone likes her. Thinking about it, it's truly a lucky thing.

We work a four-shift system: two day shifts from 8 am to 4 pm, followed by

two night shifts from 4 pm to midnight, then two long night shifts from midnight to 8 am

the next day, and finally two days off before the cycle continues.

The day shift and the night shift were both easy to endure, but the night shift was tougher. I'd get sleepy in the middle of the night, and my mentor, feeling sorry for me, would let

me find a place to sleep for a while. But the relationships between men and women in the workshop were very messy; you could always see white buttocks pressed against someone huddled

in a pile of scrap silk. That was the most secluded spot away from the machines. The only other option was to sleep in front of the machines, but the "rumbling

" sound made it hard to fall asleep.

The mentors spoke very crudely, discussing sex together, and the women would pass around

stories of someone's promiscuity. My ears burned from listening. Sometimes, my mentor would warn me, "You guys better watch yourselves; my apprentices

haven't even gone through that yet." Seeing that I was honest and shy, they didn't restrain themselves but instead teased me, asking if anyone

had ever "bullied" me or if my mentor had ever "taken advantage" of me. Of course, my mentor wouldn't, but if someone had bullied me, I wouldn't

say anything.

That person was Liu Xiaoyan. Because we were close in age, she was the only person I called "sister," so I called

her: Sister Xiaoyan. Because of our age difference, when we were bored, we would chase each other among the machines

to kill time. As time went on, we became more familiar with each other, and she liked to play with me. When I

wasn't in the workshop, she would look for me everywhere, and she would drag me to see anything she was curious about.

One night shift, most of the workers went to sleep, leaving me to watch the machines. So I sat in front of the machines and dozed off.

She ran over to call me, then pulled me out of the workshop and towards the finished goods warehouse. At the door of a small, dark, open

building , she tiptoed over and led me to look. Peeking inside, I saw people having sex in the darkness.

The machines were still very loud in the distance, but I could hear the "slap" of flesh colliding. There was nothing wrong with it, but Xiaoyan

was so close to me, her breath almost touching my face, that I felt aroused. When she looked at my face, I was so embarrassed that I quickly ran

back.

When the silk rolls were finished, I called the workers to start their work. I wanted to help, but my worker told me to go to sleep, saying

she had found a pile of scrap silk in the abandoned machine and it was comfortable to sleep in there. My ears were already registering the "boom

" of the machines. I lay down in the pile of silk and started to drift off to sleep. Just then, I felt someone come in—it was Liu Xiaoyan. She woke me up and

told me to get back to work, saying she wanted to sleep there. I told her my supervisor told me to sleep there, but she wouldn't allow it and squeezed in next to me. I

was afraid would see, so I tried to get up, but she wouldn't let me and wrapped us both in scrap silk. I started to get excited, hugging

her and kissing her lips, touching her breasts outside her work clothes. She was very direct, reaching her hand into my work pants,

and then I heard her say, "Wow, it's so big!" followed by a soft chuckle that made me feel like she was mocking me. I regretted

having such a thing.

I had never been with a woman before, and I was so excited I couldn't control myself. I wanted to touch her genitals, but my hands were trembling and I couldn't get them into her pants. So she

pulled her pants down a bit so I could touch them. There was hair, soft tissue—what did it look like? In that era without

video recordings , spy movies, or the internet, I couldn't even imagine what a woman's genitals looked like. I touched a handful of water and

felt nauseous, thinking it was urine. But in that instant, I couldn't help but ejaculate, ejaculating in my own pants.

The first time I ejaculated, I felt so anxious and uneasy, regretful, lost, and senseless—all sorts of thoughts

flooded my mind. I got up and ran away.

Liu Xiaoyan wanted to date me. To be honest, I liked her too. Although I'd heard the other guys talking about her and

so-and-so, I'd never seen it. Besides, her breath smelled wonderful, and her hands were so soft; touching

my masturbating. And her crotch... I still didn't understand it. So

we started dating. After work, I'd go to her dorm, and she often came to mine, which gave us an opportunity. One day off, she came to see me.

Everyone else was either at work or in the city; I was the only one still asleep. When I opened the door and saw her, I tried

to push her away to get dressed, but she forced her way in. So we rolled onto the bed and started kissing and caressing each other. I was afraid someone

would come back , so I only made her take off her pants before I hurriedly climbed on top of her, trying to penetrate her. But I was straddling her, and her legs were pressed together...i=65>There was only a gap, not enough to penetrate her vagina. She was anxious and wanted to kick off her pants completely, perhaps even trying to spread her legs.

She told me to crawl in, but I didn't know how, and just impulsively went in and out of that crevice. When she finally kicked off her pants and

struggled to spread her legs, I ejaculated.

She was very angry and scolded me for being useless. I also felt ashamed and wanted to wipe the semen off her there to please

her, but that place was messy and ugly, and had no appeal. Regret, unease, and boredom resurfaced

in my mind. She was still nagging and scolding me, and it was all so pointless.

Despite this, we still got along, and our intimacy gradually became apparent at work. At this time,

my mentor warned me: "Lin San, do you really like Xiaoyan? Is she that good?" I didn't know

what to say and blushed. She continued: "There are plenty of good girls out there. I advise you not to get together with her." Of course, I

didn't listen and felt that she was insulting Xiaoyan, but I couldn't give her a hard time. She was my mentor, and we were like older sisters.

Since I became her apprentice, she brought me good food and drinks and often invited me to her house for meals and to watch TV. Her

husband's name is Zhang Qiang, and I call him Master Zhang. He treats me like a younger brother. Because of this, even if I have a problem with

Master Zhang , I can't say anything; I have to pretend I understand his advice.

I toned it down a bit in the work area, but Xiaoyan became even more outrageous. She would come to my workbench and sit next to me.

My master Zhang and another woman from the station were both annoyed by her. Whenever she left, some woman would

rudely curse at Xiaoyan, and I would get angry. My master Zhang saw all of this. When that woman went to work, she asked me

, "How far have things progressed between you two?" I didn't know how to answer. She thought I didn't understand, so she gestured with her hands

and continued, "You mean, that thing, did it happen?" I immediately understood, and my face turned red to

my neck. She also felt embarrassed, and her face turned slightly red as well. I stammered, unable to express myself,

so she comforted me, "It's okay, you're a grown man, be honest. I'm afraid you'll sleep with her and she'll take advantage of you.

" So I lowered my head and said, "I've done it, but I don't think I went inside," and then I added, "She's

fine, I can't." I wanted to say I didn't know how, but I didn't know how to express it, so I nervously said, "No."

My mentor wanted to laugh when she heard the first half of my sentence, but she stopped laughing when she heard the rest, and then after a long time she said, "Are you okay

? You were too nervous, weren't you? Did that brat scare you?" I felt even more awkward. Just then, the silk roll was ready, so I quickly

ran to do my work.

My mentor's family had a 21-inch color TV, and they had also worked hard to save up to buy a VCR, which was a very expensive

household appliance. So I often went to her house to watch videos, and during my breaks, I would run to the city to find rental tapes and bring back a bunch, and

after watching them, I would ask the commute driver to help me return them.

Ms. Zhang is a repairman who works regular shifts. Her child is five years old and attends kindergarten, so

most of time it's just Ms. Zhang and me at home. She cleans the house, does laundry, and knits. Sometimes

we watch videos together. I had a Hong Kong Category III film—which now doesn't even qualify as Category III—but I was incredibly curious

. I didn't dare leave it at her house, but I kept it in my pocket, waiting for an opportunity to watch it. One night after my shift, I went with Ms. Zhang. She

knew I wanted to watch the video, so she went to sleep and let me watch.

Back then, houses were allocated by work units, with simple and cramped layouts. Ms. Zhang's house was the same, with only

two small rooms, one serving as the living room and the other as the bedroom. She slept in the bedroom while I watched the video in the living room.

I started with one film, and when I felt Ms. Zhang had fallen asleep, I put the tape out of my pocket. Afraid of making noise, I simply turned off

the volume. The tape had sex scenes; you could only see the man on top of the woman's body moving up and down, nothing else.

Even so, it made my palms sweat with excitement.

Just as I was intently stimulating myself, my therapist appeared behind me. Nervous and embarrassed, I didn't have time to

turn it off , but she laughed, "No sound for ages, I knew you were up to something. Looking at this thing, aren't you ashamed?"

In a panic, I found the switch, and the image finally disappeared in an awkward silence. My therapist, curious, wanted the remote, but I

was too embarrassed to give it to her. After a brief struggle, she gave up and let me put in another tape. When I

sat down on the sofa after putting in the tape, she suddenly asked, "Did you feel anything watching that?"What did this

mean? I looked at her, puzzled. She pointed to my crotch. I thought there was something there or the door was open, but it looked

fine I looked at her again, and she got anxious and said, "I asked you which tape you were looking at earlier, and whether your penis can

get hard." I was so embarrassed! What kind of question was that? If I can't get hard, am I even a man? It was ridiculous and awkward. I felt

like a grown woman.

I couldn't answer, and she didn't understand either. After an awkward silence, she spoke again: "What are you shy about? Just

treat me like your sister, that's all." Then she added, "Or let me see, maybe it's a disease." This

confused me even more. I had completely forgotten what I said "no" the other day. Now, it sounded like getting hard was a disease.

I started to get nervous. When I'm shy and nervous, it seems like women always have the urge to take advantage of me. My master

, seeing my expression, sat down next to me, grabbed my arm, and insisted on seeing. In the end, I had no choice but to let her. She

saw it was soft. I respected her and never fantasized about humiliating her, so how could it be hard? She also said it was big,

and touched it with her hand, stroking it a couple of times, and it immediately became hard. I was ashamed and wanted to pull back, but she held it, clicking her tongue and saying, "

It's really big, it's perfectly fine." It was perfectly fine to begin with, so who said there was a problem? After I put it away and put it in my pants,

I finally understood the misunderstanding from her laughter.

She was going to sleep again, and told me to watch whichever tape I wanted. It was strangely quiet when the sound was off. So,

after she went in, I started playing that pornographic film again, with the sound on. What was with that sound? The woman was screaming loudly

, so I turned the volume down to the lowest setting.

Actually, I'd only read a little of what was left, and after finishing it, I felt it wasn't very interesting. I was about to pack up and go back to my dorm to sleep

when I heard my mentor calling me. I answered and went in. Her face was flushed, and she immediately pulled back the covers, revealing a glimpse of

her white, fleshy breasts. I heard a low voice say, "Come up and sleep with me for a while!" It was hard to tell

if was an order or a request. I felt shy and embarrassed, but she reached out and pulled me

up, and I lay down on her.

My mentor wasn't wearing anything. As soon as we kissed, I could touch her breasts, full and soft, like

holding a chubby baby and touching her plump bottom. I wanted to suckle the little testicles on her breasts. I lifted the covers to look, and

she understood. She moved her body upwards, thrusting her breasts forward, and I lowered my head and took one in my mouth, sucking and stroking it.

My mistress wasn't idle; she carefully slipped her arms through my sleeves to unbutton my clothes.

I got up and took off my clothes, and she gently began to unbuckle my belt, then pulled down my pants. Once back under

the covers, I could already feel her body with my own; my lower body was throbbing, almost bursting.

Young people are reckless, and just like with Xiaoyan, I rolled over and straddled her, eager to find

a place to relieve that swollen, filthy thing. Fortunately, my mistress was indeed a master; not only was she experienced, but she

also knew a lot about sex and had the ability to teach. After I mounted her, I don't know how she

moved, but in a few quick movements, she had me between her legs, and a hand reached down and grabbed my penis. As I anxiously

pushed, I felt my penis slowly sinking into a warm, tight sac.

I used my body weight to push my penis completely inside, until there was support on the outside. Usually, before

going to sleep , I would masturbate with random thoughts, crawling on the bed, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, moving back and forth

. I had gotten used to this extra part while enjoying it, but at this moment, it seemed like it didn't exist. I was

completely crawling, without any habitual concept in my mind.

When I entered, my teacher kept calling out softly, telling me to slow down, so after I went in, I crawled and looked at her,

as if waiting for her command. Suddenly she laughed, her face turning even redder, her body trembling. This

trembling caused the flesh around my penis to tighten and loosen, it felt incredibly good. I involuntarily pulled out, and before I was completely

out, I started to thrust in again. My teacher stopped laughing, and her expression changed to one of pain as she accepted my thrusting.

This expression seemed like encouragement, and I felt pleasure again. My lower body seemed to become slippery, not so tight anymore.

But I'm always so pathetic. At the crucial moment, all I know is to ejaculate, making me want to scream.

The contractions from my buttocks continued until my master also climaxed. She really screamed, just suppressing the sound.

My buttocks were throbbing from the contractions of ejaculation, and I lay limp on her sponge-like body, unwilling to

move.

I wanted to get down, afraid of pressing on my master, but she wouldn't allow it and wrapped her legs around my waist. As a result, I felt

my lower body start to swell again. My master touched my face and smiled, saying, "You're really good." How

pleasing those words were! I looked at her gratefully, wanting to kiss her but feeling embarrassed. She looked up and kissed me. It's always like this; my master has

a master's dignity, not to be violated.

This time, it was slippery and wet down there, and the sounds of thrusting were loud, "splish splash," very stimulating. I

seemed to last longer too. When my master showed signs of discomfort, sometimes squeezing her legs together, sometimes twisting her waist, and still holding my

waist tightly, I knew I had succeeded. She let out a strange scream as she climaxed, but I

still didn't want to stop, pushing harder and harder, each thrust more intense

than the last, until she screamed again. You know what? A woman's moans, no matter how awful they sound, were incredibly beautiful at the time. Auditory

stimulation sometimes be more intense than physical impact, and I ejaculated again.

Sex was such a wonderful thing. I no longer felt the complex regret I had afterward with Xiaoyan.

When I asked to see her genitals, she had already cleaned them thoroughly. She

generously spread her legs, and I climbed between them, examining each fold with my hands. I found this thing,

colloquially called a "penis," quite interesting. There was red flesh under the labia, and the opening was still half-open. As I parted them

, some of my semen leaked out. I smeared it with my hands, and only then did I notice how red the area around the opening was. I guessed

I had been too rough. I pressed it and asked if it hurt. She shook her head and just laughed. I knew she was laughing at my naivety.

I listened to my mentor and stopped being so clingy with Xiaoyan. Xiaoyan was furious and kept rolling her eyes at my mentor, but I

didn't want things to escalate, since we worked together. So I talked to her, and she said it was definitely my mentor stirring up trouble, and even accused

me of taking advantage of her and being a scoundrel. Despite her insults, she didn't have many friends,

so what more could she ask for from me? After a few days, we were friends again, except that I started paying attention to escape routes when danger struck.

Six months later, I had completely mastered the operating procedures. I could not only work independently but also

knew almost the entire workshop's operating process, especially our textile false twisting machine. I knew it better than the maintenance workers.

In fact , once you understand the principles, everything else is much simpler. The section chief admired me and recommended

me to the director as a technician because the original technician had been transferred to the factory office building. However, the workshop director didn't say anything, and the section chief,

a rough man, started yelling: "You just want to bring up that piece of junk? Everyone's worked on that before. You're taking it seriously? You need to have

the skill level!" He said that, and I believed Xiaoyan really was rubbish.

I don't go to my mentor's house very often anymore. At first, I felt guilty whenever I saw Master Zhang,

like

I was doing something wrong. But after I stopped going, I got used to it. Although my mentor and I are related, she still holds considerable authority. Even if I really wanted to go, I wouldn't dare tell her. I would only go if she called me. She's also very careful. She only speaks when Master Zhang and

the children , saying things like, "San'er, bring your dirty clothes. I'll wash them at the same time." Or,

"San'er, I made a lunchbox of pickled vegetables. Come and take it home; it won't spoil." Sometimes her excuses are even more

ridiculous —the toilet's clogged, the TV won't change channels, or the heating keeps leaking in the winter.

She says these things in front of everyone, so she doesn't feel embarrassed, and I don't feel awkward either, because she's still my mentor.

A year later, I grew tired of the job. Liu Xiaoyan finally got the technician position, and I

felt humiliated—which was understandable. I didn't hate Liu Xiaoyan, because she told me herself that she was having an affair with the deputy director, who

had been promoted to workshop head, and even advised me to find a powerful backer to climb the ladder. This fueled my

dissatisfaction with reality, and I could only vent my frustrations on those in power. I couldn't vent to Liu Xiaoyan; she considered me her

only confidante. The advantage of being her confidante was that she wouldn't try to grope my genitals anymore.

During the Lunar New Year, my mentor asked me to pay a New Year's visit to the workshop director. I refused, saying that if it were the old director, I

might go, but not this trash. In the first month of the lunar calendar, the section chief dragged me there, also making me pay a New Year's visit to a section chief he knew in

the office building . Carrying gifts, being led around by him—I didn't know him, didn't know what to say, and felt incredibly despicable,

not like a real man. And believe it or not, it really worked! In April of the following year, I was transferred to another section as

a technician. Although the old section chief didn't want me to leave, he was happy, and I gratefully treated him to a meal, even inviting my mentor...

The Fu couple, but my mentor and section chief both suggested I hire the director. Of course, they had their reasons.

As a section technician, I had more contact with the workshop. Besides, after two meetings, I became

familiar . In our interactions, I discovered he wasn't as bad as I'd imagined; he was just a bit lecherous, but very

capable at work.

That summer, I met my mentor's younger sister, Wang Xiaoling, at her house. She was incredibly beautiful. I don't

know if it was because I knew my mentor so well, but I felt an inexplicable warmth towards her, though she was very cold towards me. She

had graduated from university, and my mentor's father had pulled some strings to get her a job as a teacher at a school in the city. Because

it was still the holidays, she hadn't reported for duty yet and was relaxing.

After Xiaoling left, my mentor asked me if I liked her. I said, "With someone so beautiful, who wouldn't like her?" She

even tried to introduce me to someone, jokingly saying that with my looks, I shouldn't be left with an outsider.

My mentor did indeed tell Xiaoling, but she already had a boyfriend in another city, and her family was trying to

arrange for him to move to the provincial capital. My mentor told me, "So what if she has a boyfriend? You're just interfering. Besides, is it really that

easy to find a job in the provincial capital? I bet it'll fall through sooner or later." My mentor's family lived in a county near the provincial capital, quite far away.

So before Xiaoling reported for duty, she had nowhere to go in the city and could only stay at her classmate's house, then return to her sister's

place every couple of days. Whenever this

happened Xiaoling noticed, she would scold her sister for being nosy. If she didn't notice, we'd get along well, chatting and even

hanging out at the arcade with me, occasionally playing cards in my dorm. At night, my roommates and I would chat idly, and when the topic turned to Xiaoling,

everyone would praise her beauty, saying I was lucky to have her. They'd even pick up a flower to wear. I knew I had no chance, but I was

still intoxicated by it.

In August of that year, our factory began restructuring, becoming a group company, and

dividing . The director naturally rose to become the branch factory manager. The factory manager liked to play chess, and the entire branch factory was full of chess players.

During lunch breaks, everyone would eat at the branch factory canteen and then go to the guard room at the factory gate to play chess. I

would occasionally peek over, and the factory manager was always there. After watching a few times, I noticed there were quite a few skilled players among them, but somehow the factory manager

always won at crucial moments. So, I couldn't help but give him a hint. The guy, seeing my unease, couldn't smooth things over and lost to the factory manager, then left with a forced laugh.

The factory manager came to my dormitory to play chess with me, which surprised my roommates. Although they weren't from

my branch factory, he was still the factory manager, so they offered him tea and cigarettes. I played with him for an entire afternoon. He won

more games than I did, but I really enjoyed two of them.

My roommates said I was playing too aggressively, and the factory manager was getting a little angry. They warned me not to offend him, but I said it was just a game,

and getting angry over it was petty. But a few days later, the factory manager came to me again, and while playing, he said he finally understood. He realized

he was a terrible chess player, but he enjoyed playing with me. There was joy and sorrow in winning and losing, and what was the point of playing if someone let him win?

I got promoted because I outplayed the factory manager at chess. The reason was that my kind old section chief had retired and

recommended me; the factory manager also valued me.

Being an official felt great, even better than having sex with my master. I felt light and airy, sitting

in that huge office, unsure how to give orders. Don't worry, this was just the beginning. I was very familiar with this section, understood the

technology , and was determined to repay the factory manager and the old section chief. In just one month, I increased production by two percentage points.

In September, Xiaoling became a teacher, teaching middle school math. The school had even assigned her a dormitory

in the city center, so she could go straight to the most bustling area. She was so happy that her sister and brother-in-law treated her to a meal, and

my master insisted on dragging me along. After dinner, the couple slipped away. Xiaoling and I both knew what was going on. She

told me that her boyfriend hadn't been able to get a job in the provincial capital, and she was worried about what to do. I comforted her, telling

jokes and making funny faces to make her laugh. She asked me why I was so nice to her, and I was too embarrassed to say I liked her,

so I just said I was bored. She said she had just started working and was getting estranged from her colleagues, so she asked me to come see her whenever I had free time, but on the condition that I not

fall in love with her because she had a husband.

I've become a section chief, working regular hours every day, but if there's anything going on, I have to go to the factory at night, and sometimes

I don't even get a break on weekends. But I like it, especially when I'm on my mentor's shift. I can listen to her teach me

how to woo her younger sister, learn about her sister's habits and hobbies, and sometimes we can even secretly make love in the office.

On weekends, when I have nothing to do, I go to the city to see Xiaoling. Xiaoling tells me everything, saying that someone at her school

is pursuing her, that someone is taking advantage of her on the bus, that a thug is harassing her, and that she's having

sex . Listening to her makes me furious one minute and excited the next, then depressed and melancholy the next. Her boyfriend

comes to see her and wants to make love, but there's nowhere, so they go to the woods by the river at night. It's cold, so it's not convenient, and they can only

do it secretly for a few moments. I asked her where her dorm was, and she said it would be incredibly embarrassing if someone saw her. I suggested she go to her sister's house

when no one was around, or to my dorm; I'd shoo my roommates away to make room for her. She just laughed at me for being silly.

During the National Day holiday, she went to her boyfriend's place and came back telling me how great it was, constantly

reminiscing about it over and over again. It made me incredibly jealous, but what could I do? I was so bored if I didn't go see her.

When I got back, I told my mentor about it, and she scolded me so badly I was shaking. She called me an idiot for suggesting someone else go

somewhere she'd never seen anyone act like that. I felt so wronged I wanted to cry and have her hug me, but she was being serious, and besides, I

'm a leader, it would be beneath me.

The weather was getting colder, and there weren't any warm places to go in the city, so Xiaoling started going to her

sister's . This time, my mentor gave me a strict order: don't see her until the rice is cooked. What to do?

I can't just tell her, "Take your pants off, I'm going to have sex with you." That leaves only rape as an option.

I'm so worried about this every time I'm with Xiaoling.

Of course, I can't actually do it; I'm not cut out for it. I can only continue listening to Xiaoling tell me her stories. She's recently

been tutoring a student, going to her house twice a week for two hours each time, earning 250 yuan a month. Later,

she mentioned that the student's parent is an official, and people often come to give gifts. She always keeps the child's bedroom

door closed to avoid embarrassing the parent. I sighed, realizing society has changed. I have to learn to adapt; just being a section chief isn't

enough.

Another year has ended. I went home to visit my parents and celebrate the New Year together. Then, I went early to pay my respects to the factory manager and the former section

chief, the one who introduced me to Section Chief Wang. Section Chief Wang isn't called a section chief anymore; after the restructuring, a department was established, and he...

He was a department head, named Minister Wang. Of course, I also can't forget my old section chief and my mentor; they were good people,

and I'm truly grateful to them.

After the New Year greetings, still in the first month of the lunar calendar, the factory manager pulled me down from my section chief position and made me a materials clerk in the branch

office . What was this? What had I done wrong? I went to argue with the factory manager,

but he closed the door and said tactfully, "Take it slow. You'll know if it's good or bad once you get the job done. Listen to me." Just two days after starting, because it was

the first month of the lunar calendar , strangers came to my dormitory. Before I even knew who they were, they stuffed cigarettes into my blanket. When no one

opened it, they were shocked to find they were all "Hongtashan" cigarettes. And that wasn't all; I was now allowed to go to the head office building, sometimes

even every day, and everyone I knew was a leader! Ha! I understood the factory manager's good intentions, so I quickly

wrapped half of the cigarettes in a fiber bag and took them to his house. The factory manager nodded happily, "Yes, I wasn't wrong. I like your simple-

mindedness." I couldn't just keep the good cigarettes to myself; what could I do? They were just sitting in the dormitory. So I

sent two cartons to my mentor's house and two cartons to Old Section Chief's house, making sure they were all gone. My mentor loved good cigarettes and happily

shared them with me.

Good things always come in pairs. Just as I was getting used to my new job, Xiaoling also

gave herself to me.

Here's what happened: my mentor and his wife were going home for the New Year, but my mentor was a highly skilled

maintenance worker at his branch factory. The management was worried that if he left, equipment problems wouldn't be solved, and since there were fewer staff during the New Year, they promised

him a week off during the first month of the lunar calendar. My mentor happened to have a leave pass, so the two of them went home.

Xiaoling happened to arrive when they left. My mentor had also intentionally arranged it this way, so naturally, his house became our private space.

Xiaoling was bored too, so she followed me to the arcade. It was full of men, and they were starting to play mahjong

. The arcade, with its smoking, felt like a casino, which I found repulsive. She asked me what else was fun, so I suggested we go to a newly opened video rental shop

to rent videos. Since I knew the owner, I could rent adult films, and if I was lucky, I could even get pure porn. Xiaoling had never seen anything like

it After watching adult films, she wanted to watch pure porn. She couldn't take it anymore; her face flushed and she slowly

leaned into my arms. Although I'm not very good with women, I was still sensible at that moment. I held her close and

seized the opportunity to kiss her.

She was so beautiful. I used to be too shy to look at her face, so I knew she was pretty, but I didn't really understand why.

Now, kissing her, I couldn't see it more clearly. Her flushed cheeks were soft and burning

, her eyes were big, her eyebrows were arched, even her nose was delicate and small—all

perfectly proportioned on her oval face. Needless to say, her mouth was even better; her tongue was small, sweet, and cool,

a stark contrast to the warmth of my lips—it was incredibly pleasurable.

Just as I was savoring this, I suddenly remembered my master's words: "Don't see her until the rice is cooked." Thinking I couldn't just kiss her,

my hands should do something too, so I

reached , only to find it tucked into her pants. I panicked! Should I just take off her pants? That would be too embarrassing.

Xiaoling, as open as her sister, was quick to notice my predicament and whispered,

"Let's go inside!" That solved everything; it meant she agreed to let me take off her pants. So I

picked her up, she was so light, like a cotton doll, and put her on the bed. She had already started to shyly unbutton her clothes herself. I

was anxious too, so I helped her take off her pants, but she scolded me, "Look at you, so clumsy, go take off your own." How sweet that sounded.

I quickly took off my clothes, sweater and long johns, undershirt and long johns. When I was naked, she had already crawled into bed, shyly

covering her face with the blanket. I'm an experienced person now, so I rolled over and pinned her down. Making love with her sister

is my habit; I need to take care of myself first, and then slowly play with the parts of her body that I like the second time.

But when I used my hand to guide her to her mouth, it was incredibly tight. With a sudden push, it went in halfway, and

she cried out, pushing me to pull it out. I was terrified, kneeling down to look at her, and found that she was standing up staring at my penis

.

Mine is indeed big; my coworkers had praised it when we were showering. When I had sex with my master, she enjoyed it very much,

and it wasn't this tight. My master said that she had given birth, so her vagina was already stretched open. So I realized I was too hasty and

forgot she was a girl.

The second time, she was a little nervous. I only inserted the head before crawling up to hug her and kiss her, caressing her breasts and

body. She was thinner than my master, with smaller buttocks, but her flesh was firm, smooth, and round, though

I couldn't feel it like I could with my master.

Kissing her, because it was an action born of heartfelt love, was full of passion, and of course, my lower body wouldn't

stop . As a man, I wanted to possess her completely, so I felt myself tentatively pressing in with the movements above. If the movements

were too big, she would twitch her nose and frown, and I would quickly restrain myself. When she seemed to have forgotten, I would continue to

push my luck until I was fully inside, unable to go any further, before stopping and continuing our caresses. After I was inside, I

could touch her all over. Because I was only inserting the head, I was afraid it would fall out, so I didn't dare to make any big movements. At this moment, I

realized I could fully utilize the love techniques I wanted to use, touching her buttocks and breasts, kissing and sucking her

tongue while licking her face, even kissing her ears, neck, and hair. She felt very comfortable with what I was doing, and I was able

to start thrusting, but the stimulation would get too intense and she would cry out in pain.

This process, from slow to fast and then back to slower, repeated twice until she orgasmed. As soon as she orgasmed, she wouldn't let me continue,

pushing me out to lie down and chat. What was there to talk about? I hadn't even ejaculated yet! Every time I was about to, she would stop me,

my excitement still surging. But what could I do? I was too embarrassed to continue, so I just lay down and

chatted with her. She said mine was too big, abnormal, and bad. She said it hurt when I rubbed too fast, and hurt inside when I thrust too deep—basically, it was

uncomfortable. I asked about her boyfriend's, and she used her fingers to show me, comparing hard and soft penises. I thought mine

was a bit , and told her mine was big, but I'd seen other men in the bathhouse, and they weren't this small when soft. She

said his was probably abnormal. She wouldn't let me talk about her boyfriend and reiterated that I wasn't allowed to fall in love with her. I got angry too.

What kind of woman wouldn't let me love her? She said I had bullied her, and that I was lucky she wasn't pursuing the matter; if pushed too far, she would accuse

me of rape.

After my mentor returned, she took every opportunity to ask me about the situation. I told her, and she was very happy, saying that this showed there was some truth to it, at least

she was starting to like me, but she had a boyfriend and couldn't let go, and told me to keep trying. I mentioned sex...

If things were as comfortable as with my mentor, she would scold my younger sister for being foolish, saying she'd

learn her lesson later, and tell me not to interfere. She also instructed me to take it slow and let her get used to it.

I've already figured out the tricks of the materials clerk's job. The reason people give gifts is simply because I have the authority

to report the types and quantities of materials. If my subordinates are a little lenient and report more quantities, the supplier can sell a few more

sets , and only they know the profit margin. But after understanding this, I realized I wasn't suited for this job. I was always

thinking about suppressing the quantity, and when I did, it felt like receiving cigarettes—hesitant, adding a few more,

feeling guilty for days. The customer didn't know and thought I was complaining about the quantity. They would block me on my way to work and try to stuff money into my pocket,

scaring me so much that I would run back to increase the quantity for them. When we met, I would quickly beg for forgiveness, leaving the customer confused.

But once they understood, they were still willing to do business with me.

Since we started dating, Xiaoling has become increasingly kind to me. She often comes back to my dorm on weekends, and when she

's bored , she comes over. Sometimes she even lies on my bed. My roommates treat her like my girlfriend, and she tacitly accepts it,

but she warns me when we're alone. But that's enough for me. When we're not together, she allows me to kiss and touch her,

but not to have sex. I play with her clitoris with my fingers, and soon she climaxes. Then we go for a walk outside.

She has some extra money and bought me a scarf, which I cherish and don't want to wear.

As the weather gets warmer, she asks me to come to the city to see her. She tells me a secret: one of the parents she tutors

likes her and they've already slept together. I'm shocked and ask why. She says she wants to get revenge on her boyfriend

for not considering their future. What should she do? I want to advise her to break up with him, but I'm too embarrassed to say it.

It feels like I'm doing something inappropriate.

Regarding the parent in question, Xiaoling told me his surname was Song, and he was a section chief in the Light Textile Bureau, probably

around 46 years old. She said he was very serious but kind to her, a good person. I thought, "He's almost 50,

and he's still messing around with young girls. How good can he be?" Looking at Xiaoling beside me, I felt she was very naive. If someone is messing with you

and isn't kind to you, are you going to do it seriously? But I couldn't say that. I could only advise her not to mess around, that

a girl's reputation is ruined if she's ruined. She was very sensitive, saying only I knew if I disliked her. She flew into a rage,

pouting and looking sullen. I spent the whole afternoon coaxing her, barely managing to get her to give me a break, and that was the end of it.

It's getting hot, making sex easier, and I've been having more sex with my master, occasionally even penetrating Xiaoling. Xiaoling

was unwilling, but she was soft-hearted. Seeing my painful erection, she let me penetrate her for a while. After a few times, we figured out

the trick: she would keep her legs together, and I would insert my penis between her thighs. Even with force, not

much of my penis would go into her vagina, and the friction against her vulva would bring her to orgasm faster.

Her boyfriend was her classmate who often came to the provincial capital to see her, then would find a classmate with accommodation to have

sex . I had met a few of her classmates, but we weren't close. Someone told

him about my frequent visits to Xiaoling. After one of his visits, Xiaoling cried and told me that he had broken up with her. Of course, I was

happy , but Xiaoling was heartbroken, and I wanted to help her get back together, but I didn't know how.

Not long after, he came again and continued having sex with Xiaoling. I didn't know whether to be happy or upset. Fortunately, I had a set of

self words: she was the original wife, and I was the one who interfered. No matter what, I was the destroyer.

Later, I heard from Xiaoling that her boyfriend had a new girlfriend there. It was devastating!

Xiaoling cried her eyes out and asked me to see her off at the train station so she could go find him. For the next few days after she left, I was

anxiously waiting for news. Only four days later, she returned, her eyes red. When I asked her what happened, she

scolded me, saying I was the one who broke them up. Much later, I finally understood: it turned out there was someone from her

boyfriend's hometown living in my dorm. We somehow knew each other, and when she talked about us, she embellished the story, saying we often lived together.

I was there to comfort Xiaoling in her grief and to take the blame for her scolding. Of course, I naturally became her boyfriend next. I

walked with a bouncy gait, able to confidently brag to my roommates and legitimately go to see her. In front of my

mentor , I could finally hold my head high, no longer being looked down upon.

I could control myself during sex with my mentor for a long time. Once she orgasmed, she wouldn't let me continue, saying that ejaculating

too much would harm my health and I'd be letting my sister down in the future. This was really tough on me. Whenever I saw Xiaoling, I'd linger, wanting to do it. She even

let me ejaculate while she touched me, and it was very pleasurable.

Xiaoling was still tutoring that Director Song's family. After we started dating, she never mentioned him again.

Once, I asked her, and she blushed and said no. I didn't believe her and kept pressing her. She got angry and said she did, and that she

did it every time she went. What could I do? What could I do? I told her to quit tutoring and then started to coax her, to cheer her

up. Once she was happy, she stopped being so unreasonable and told me that she did do it with him, but only very rarely, and that she had already considered him

her godfather. Why was she like this? It turned out that Director Song's wife had died, and his child was sick with sensory deprivation.

Although it was under control, his hearing and eyesight were already very bad, which was why he was struggling with his studies and that's why he hired Xiaoling. He liked Xiaoling,

and after possessing her, he realized that cherishing her was more important than gratification. He treated Xiaoling like his own daughter and even offered to

make her his goddaughter.

Xiaoling recounted this situation quietly, and I felt sympathetic. Hearing that she hadn't done much, I felt somewhat

relieved, but I didn't know what to do.

I didn't want to continue working as a materials clerk. First, I wasn't well-connected in the office building; I didn't offer cigarettes properly,

and I lacked social skills, so I was distant with the leaders. Second, I actually received a red envelope during the National Day holiday, though it was only from a

client I had a good relationship with, but I felt so guilty taking the money. The factory manager said he planned to make me

the head of the equipment office, but it needed the head office's decision, and besides, it seemed I was too young and lacked the qualifications. I understood;

he meant I needed to lobby at head office, but I couldn't get close to the higher-ups, and I couldn't just go to

their .

I hadn't seen Xiaoling in a long time, and she came to me, saying she was going to Director Song's house. I felt uncomfortable, saying

no one was stopping her, but she insisted on going with me because Director Song had been promoted to head of the Economic and Trade Commission

, and he also knew Xiaoling had me as her boyfriend and wanted to meet me. I was wondering why he would want to see me now that he'd been promoted.

I'm Xiaoling's boyfriend, which makes me his rival. Was it really necessary? But Xiaoling said that Director Song knew I worked for this textile group

, so he insisted on seeing me. She guessed he wanted to help me. She also asked if he had any influence over the company, and he said that people can find solutions

.

On National Day, Xiaoling and I bought some fruit and went to his house. It was a large house, and

Xiaoling even had her own room. Director Song was a serious but refined man, quite pleasant to be around. Because of my

relationship with Xiaoling, I wasn't afraid of him and chatted with him over tea. His daughter, a 17-year-old girl,

wore glasses and was fairly pretty. She was helping Xiaoling cook; it was clear she was a regular there and

quite familiar with the place.

He asked about my work, and I briefly recounted what had happened over the past two years. He listened attentively, then

asked about my relationship with Xiaoling. I suspected he was being evasive and responded uncomfortably.

After dinner, Xiaoling went to wash the dishes, but he wouldn't let her. After sitting for a while, I gave Xiaoling a look, signaling that I should leave. As we were leaving

, Xiaoling was busy putting on her coat and grabbing her bag. Director Song and I had already walked into the stairwell. Just before we reached the exit,

he gently patted me and said, "Xiaoling is a good girl. You must treat her well." He spoke with such

genuine feeling, and I gratefully replied, "Of course, I will." After Xiaoling chased after me, and we

walked quite a distance together, I realized that Director Song's unnecessary and pointless admonition had been quite a stretch.

During the Chinese New Year, I received many red envelopes and gifts, totaling nearly two thousand yuan. With the money, I bought

a lot of things for my family, and then took Xiaoling home for the Chinese New Year. My parents were very satisfied with Xiaoling and asked me to discuss getting

engaged as soon as possible. In the first month of the lunar calendar, my mentor started preparing for the engagement and then took Xiaoling and me home. Xiaoling

's father had passed away early, and her mother was also quite old. She was very happy to see me and kept saying, "She looks

so kind and honest." Both sides agreed, so we held an engagement ceremony in a county town.

Actually there wasn't much of a ceremony; we just invited a few relatives from her family, whom I didn't recognize, and we just called them whatever came to mind.

We had a meal, presented the gifts my mentor had prepared for me, and that was it.

Back at the factory, my mentor started urging us to get our marriage certificate. I said there wasn't such a rush, but

she said we should get the certificate first and then wait in line for a house. Even if we got a house, it would be a year later, and she wouldn't care whether we got married or not. So we got

our marriage certificate and submitted it to the housing management office to wait in line. Xiaoling felt she had to live there for the rest of her life, and she was incredibly wronged and unhappy.

My mentor scolded her: "Then go ask your school for it! Who knows what will happen when housing reform comes along? Don't

worry about it." Before these matters were even settled, the vice president in charge of personnel and the group chairman spoke with me separately.

Two days later, an official document was issued to the branch factory. Because of my management experience as a section chief and my technical skills, I was

appointed as the director of the branch factory's technical office. I knew this was a favor from Director Song, but I felt strangely uncomfortable and

sour. But no matter what, I was already very successful, the youngest cadre in the factory. Everyone was envious.

Even our chess factory director was curious about my background and subtly inquired about my playing style and skills during a chess game.

However, he had confidence in me and said I would definitely do a good job.

"A director should act like a director," the chess factory manager said when he criticized me. But honestly,

since I started putting on a serious face, things seem to go much more smoothly in all aspects, especially with the section

chiefs and technicians. They're much more serious about their work. However, I still sometimes can't help but mingle with the workers in the sections. Then

they say I'm quite good at putting on airs. But once I sit in the office, I have to be serious. As a result, I

've become two-faced. When I'm supervising a task in the section or working alongside others, I'm all smiles and laughter

. But once I'm in the office, I change my tune. My mentor sees this and finds an opportunity to mock me for trying to look mature despite my youthful appearance—it's

ridiculous. After hearing this, I don't know what to do. I've started relaxing in the office but acting serious in the section.

Liu Xiaoyan is still my friend. She's doing quite well. At my suggestion, she studied accounting and has been transferred to

the head office's finance department. She found a boyfriend, also from the head office, but he's not faithful.

He's having an affair with the finance director. Fortunately, she's still loyal and maintains a relationship with our chess factory manager.

The factory manager valued me highly. He said it wasn't because we played chess together, but because I wasn't shrewd and

had a reliable tongue; there were things he could only confide in me. I could tell that; perhaps it was because I was diligent and dependable at work

. He didn't get along well with the head of the equipment department and wanted to transfer me there, but he was worried

there wouldn't be , putting him in a difficult position. I understood his meaning: the equipment department had illicit income, and which head of the department, with their

connections at head office, wouldn't follow suit and only knew how to secretly make money? He couldn't understand why, if he didn't get along with the factory

manager , he could operate freely; it was better to work together, share the spoils, and everyone could get more.

Once you enter management, you have to mature. Less than six months after I took charge of the technical department,

the HR vice president talked to me again, and then I was transferred to the equipment department as its head. I secretly inquired and learned that

our factory manager had strongly recommended me, even going to the chairman and mentioning my name, saying that I was the one

who was promoted from section chief and materials clerk. The chairman seemed to remember something, inquired about my work performance, and immediately approved it

. I admired the factory manager's skill; he probably wouldn't have much influence on his own, so he figured I must have connections with the top

leader. Unexpectedly, his test was successful.

Just a few days after I moved in, the company underwent restructuring, turning the branch factory into a branch company. The main leaders

naturally became managers. The chess factory manager became the branch company manager, and the heads of production and technical offices, along with myself

, became deputy managers, called Deputy Equipment Managers. This was a high-ranking position; I felt embarrassed just being called that. However, I

'm , so I answered without batting an eye, then secretly chuckled to myself in a secluded spot.

Director Song helped me, even though I knew he was messing with my wife, I still had to thank him. It wasn't my

idea; Xiaoling insisted I go, saying that people had asked me several times, and it would be embarrassing if I didn't go. Xiaoling told me that

Director Song almost never initiates sex with her anymore. If she were staying there, she'd sneak off to meet him, and I

'd scold her for being pathetic. She'd say she felt sorry for him. I really don't understand this woman I love so much. I don't know

what she's thinking, and how she has the nerve to tell me about these things she's done. But sometimes I still want to hear it, to hear

the details . Director Song always asks: "How is it? Comfortable?", "Is this okay?", "I won't press on you!

", "Are you tired? Want to rest for a while?" It sounds really good, and sometimes just hearing it makes me hard,

wanting to have sex. Her domineering attitude is fading; I'll strongly insist on penetration, and after a while, she's

gotten used to it, experiencing multiple orgasms.

I went to see Director Song, and he was very happy. He sincerely taught me the secrets of being a leader. Why sincerely?

Because he didn't shy away from mentioning the techniques of taking bribes to get things done. He said something

that I've always remembered: "Never go too far in anything you do. Do what you can within your capabilities. Greed never ends well." He

wanted me to stay, jokingly saying that Xiaoling and I had already gotten our marriage certificate and could live together. I blurted out

sarcastically , "Should I start calling you godfather too?" After saying that, I noticed his expression change, and his mood suddenly

plummeted. I regretted it immediately.

At the end of 1996, I was allocated an apartment. Because I was educated and a leader, the apartment I was allocated

was very good, even bigger than my mentor's.

During the Spring Festival, because I was usually bored, I spent a lot of time running around to different workshops to understand the situation. I basically had a grasp of the material

quantities and controlled the behavior of the maintenance teams and material handlers. Plus

, I had some good relationships with clients from my time as a material handler, so they came directly to me, and the amount and quality of their red envelopes (gifts of money) were astonishing. Remembering Director Song

's words, I returned half of the excessive red envelopes and then offered half to the factory manager. The factory manager was startled and didn't dare accept it. He

didn't know I could give him half and thought I didn't know how much he had taken. I had no choice but to show him my own , subtly mentioning that it was what our office had accumulated over the year, plus income from disposing of scrap. Everyone knew that the office kept accounts of those incomes. In the end, he accepted it and told me to handle things well and do my job properly. I understood what he was worried about. 　　The equipment office was a good place; the office alone had accumulated tens of thousands of yuan in food expenses for maintenance and emergency repairs, plus some scrap materials disposed and materials outside the management scope. I subtly outlined a scope and had Old Zhang from the office handle it . He gave each leader in the branch factory a bonus, and double the amount to the branch factory accountant . Then, the remaining money, after a falsified application and the factory manager's signature, was cleared out by the accountant. Keep distributing! It's fucking satisfying. 　　After the New Year, I started cleaning the house and buying furniture. Enthusiastic customers tried to help me, but to avoid gossip, I firmly refused. 　　The wedding date was set for May Day. Because I already had some reputation in the company—regardless of my work ability , I was the youngest manager—I had to invite all the leaders. The wedding was very lively it was mostly people from my branch factory and some friends. Later, the chairman heard that Director Song was also attending the banquet and came to accompany him. Naturally, some leaders who didn't want to come also showed up. 　　Director Song was indeed a good person. Besides, I'd become addicted to being in charge. Since the day of my wedding, several arrogant vice presidents had started to greet me proactively, and that reminded me only of Director Song. Thinking about all this, I wasn't so bothered that he was still having sex with my wife. I'd even proactively ask Xiaoling to go see him sometimes. 　　Xiaoling took the company shuttle bus to the city center to pick up employees every day and came back in the afternoon. Sometimes she stayed in the city, either in the dormitory or at Director Song's house. The factory installed a phone for my house, and when Xiaoling wasn't home , she'd call me. I could hear her voice at Director Song's house; it was very quiet there. So, I lie in bed and start imagining them having sex, my penis getting hard. I'd masturbate while thinking about it, and when I couldn't resist, I'd call. Director Song would answer and call Xiaoling. I called frequently, and I knew where Xiaoling slept. If she answered slowly, she was in her room; if she answered quickly, she was definitely in Director Song's bed . At that point, I'd secretly ask her if they were having sex, and usually they'd separate. Later, a few times she started talking to me while I was being penetrated, because she'd told Director Song everything. 　　My mentor and I did it less often. She said I was married now, and it wasn't good to continue like this; if Xiaoling found out , it would be terrible. But as time went on, we would still find opportunities to do it. There were plenty of places; I could go to work and come home to wait for her, or I could go to her house, but her house wasn't as safe as mine. 　　In 1998, we wanted a child because my mother had stayed with us for a while and was urging us to have a grandson, and Xiaoling agreed. So we went to Director Song's house for dinner and casually mentioned wanting a child. In reality, this was to tell him to stop having sex with Xiaoling and wait until after the baby was born. He understood immediately and awkwardly congratulated us. 　　Xiaoling was dumbfounded and said to his face that she always used condoms, making things even more awkward. I didn't care anymore and bluntly said, "It's not about that. Children aren't like other things." Before I could finish speaking, Director Song already knew what I meant and interjected , "It's okay, don't worry," meaning he promised not to do it again. Since it was out in the open, Director Song was very moved and said he truly treated Xiaoling like a daughter and didn't treat me like an outsider either. I said I could tell. 　　Director Song's daughter's illness was under control, and she was even going to university. So we actually stayed there that night. Xiaoling and I stayed in her room. We made love for a while, and looking at the surroundings, I kept thinking about her and Director Song having sex . I ejaculated in no time. Even after ejaculating, I was still excited, so I asked Xiaoling to go find Director Song. Xiaoling was too shy to go because I was there, but I got even more excited and urged her to go. She went over in the dark, closed the door, and didn't make a sound for a while. I wanted to see what they were doing, and I got hard again. So I whispered, "I want to come over." I called twice, and Xiaoling agreed and let me come over. The room was very dark, and I could see Director Song on the side inside. Xiaoling pulled me up naked and made me lie down on that side. In the darkness, there was no awkwardness. I asked Xiaoling why she wasn't doing it, and Director Song said, "This is a strange thing, you two should do it." I pressed Xiaoling down and inserted myself, and we started. Director Song sat up to watch, but I guessed he couldn't see anything because he was craning his neck, so I made Xiaoling kneel up. I entered her from behind. In this position, I could penetrate deeply, and if I went too hard, it would hurt her, so I moved slowly, arching my body so that Director Song could see. With someone around, sex was exciting, so exciting that I forgot to go slow. After a few thrusts, Xiaoling was screaming and begging me to stop. In the dim light, Director Song saw my penis, reached out and touched it, then slowly said, "It's really big. This will have to be slow , Xiaoling won't be able to handle it." Xiaoling usually doesn't call him anything, but suddenly she called him "godfather," saying, " Godfather, he's so annoying. I'll sleep with you and ignore him." This was so cheesy, it gave Director Song gently agreed, moved her under his body, and pulled the blanket off his buttocks. He looked back at me, his expression unreadable, but he still climbed on top of her, not actually doing anything. He stroked Xiaoling's hair, looked at her, then touched her breasts, kissed her breasts, and finally kissed her stomach, spreading her legs and putting his head...

He buried his face in Xiaoling's crotch. I leaned closer to watch and listen to him sucking something, making a "sizzling" sound. Xiaoling immediately

started writhing and moaning. I had never licked a woman's vagina before, and what I saw and heard

was so stimulating, so stimulating that I didn't know where to start. So I went over and kissed Xiaoling, touched her breasts, and sucked on her nipples. Soon, I brought Xiaoling

to orgasm. I don't know if it was my doing or Director Song's doing. After Xiaoling's orgasm, Director Song

lay down to rest. Xiaoling got up, smiling, and told me to learn from her. She then started using her mouth to suck Director Song's soft penis.

These were things you only see in pornographic videos. She had learned how to do it for him, but she had never mentioned it to me. And she wanted me to learn?

Learn what? My jealousy surged up. Watching her kneeling and sucking, I grabbed her buttocks and thrust in. I

was driven by revenge, so I wasn't gentle. I thrust in and started vigorously. Xiaoling, whether from excitement or pain,

kept crying out , but I held on tight. In a few strokes, I had her crawling onto the bed. I wanted to continue, but Director Song grabbed my

arm to stop me, which brought me back to my senses and made me stop. Everyone was lying down. To ease the unpleasant atmosphere, Xiaoling said

it wasn't too painful, but she was worried it would hurt more. I said it was psychological, but Director Song said to go slower.

After all , Xiaoling was frail, and besides, we were going to spend our lives together. Hurting her would create psychological barriers and damage our relationship.

In the morning, Director Song had already bought us breakfast. After eating, we were about to leave. He had

the driver take us, and he even packed me a box of good cigarettes and alcohol.

I didn't need to use a condom, and I could ejaculate inside Xiaoling. Not long after, she got pregnant, and Director Song

wouldn't let Xiaoling stay at his house anymore. Xiaoling wasn't used to living in the dormitory anymore, so she started commuting every day.

In early 1999, Xiaoling gave birth to a boy, and my mother happily moved in to take care of her.

That year, I was promoted again, transferred from deputy manager of the branch factory to head a trading company the company had set up in the city

. Although this promotion was orchestrated behind the scenes by Director Song, it was also inseparable from my

interactions with the head office's senior management over the past two years, especially the chairman. I was even more extravagant with him, sending New Year's greetings with four-stamp "monkey stamps,"

almost emptying my savings. But all this paid off. I not only had an office in the city but also an apartment

there .

By late autumn, I moved my entire family to the city. At the end of January, during the year-end accounting, I

was and given a brand-new Santana sedan. I was only 29 years old that year.

Actually, I was brought here because of my age, placed in the head office where all the employees are concentrated. There's been a lot of gossip going

around . Some say I'm the chairman's brother-in-law, just because my wife shares the chairman's

surname; others say I'm the brother-in-law of someone in the province; still others say I'm the brother-in-law of a vice-governor. I find it

strange that I'm always associated with being a brother-in-law. Well, you know what? There's a slight connection. I rose to power because of my wife, but not

as a brother-in-law, but as a son-in-law—a godson-in-law, and a godson-in-law who's been cuckolded. Luckily, I have a degree; a bachelor's

degree was highly valued in the factory back then. With my education emphasizing my abilities, nobody can say anything about it.

Director Song also got promoted; he became the head of the Provincial Economic and Trade Commission, and also holds the title of Assistant Governor. It just so happened that I

was the company manager and needed his help with operations, so I visited him more and more often. When Xiaoling recovered

enough to have sex, I took her with me, leaving her behind before leaving. Sometimes, when I chatted with Song alone, we would talk about

having sex with Xiaoling, with me doing most of the talking and him listening intently. I could tell he was very excited.

That year, our textile industry entered a difficult period. Products couldn't be sold, and cash couldn't be collected.

The hadn't been able to pay salaries for three consecutive months, but my business was unaffected. Originally, this

business only dealt in our factory's by-products, but since the head office couldn't ship its products, they asked me to handle some as well. I

discussed this with Song, and then someone approached me, and we signed an annual contract to ship goods to other places.

The chairman was getting old and had lost his drive. In the nationwide large-scale investment in Hainan, he didn't dare follow

the trend . When others made money and wanted to withdraw, he wanted to enter. He approached me, saying I was young and had advanced ideas,

and wanted me to come. But my wife was pregnant at the time, so I made an excuse not to go. He delayed until he found a replacement and entered the land

market, just in time for the new Hainan investment policy, restricting land speculation. Land that wasn't used for three years would

be disposed of, causing land prices to plummet and losses exceeding 100 million yuan. All these factors combined made things extremely difficult for him, and

finally, at the end of 1999, he couldn't hold on any longer. What could he do without money? He needed to feed thousands of people, keep the equipment running, and

sell the products.

This old guy was good at nothing, but he was good at following trends, and even then, he couldn't keep up. At that time, the business world was

frantically looking for policy loopholes, forming "strong alliances," but these were mostly run-down companies. You merge with me, I acquire you,

each brand bigger than the last—groups, joint-stock companies, large-scale alliances, all sorts of names. So, we

found a "strong" company to form an alliance, a merger, and then go public. Going public was the "strong" company's business;

our goal was to get their money, while their goal was to increase assets and strengthen their listing capabilities.

The result of this mutual exploitation and manipulation was that our chairman lost, retired, and the company was basically controlled by that "strong" company. They brought in a group of

senior executives and implemented reforms and restructuring.

While running the company, I was figuring out how to operate. After discovering a weakness, I decided to start with the finance department. The accountant

was a woman around 40 years old, very diligent. A few months later, I sent her and several other ineffective older

colleagues back to headquarters and transferred Liu Xiaoyan. I also used favors to get several

vice presidents at headquarters with whom I had good relationships to introduce some young people. Liu Xiaoyan had a bad reputation, but she had her strengths: she didn't spread rumors, she was very

tight-lipped, and besides, I had always considered her only friend, so her loyalty was guaranteed. After dealing with personnel matters, I started looking for

business , building relationships, and cultivating connections. With Song as my backer, nothing was impossible, and work became increasingly smooth.

I didn't shy away from my relationship with Xiaoyan. Since Xiaoling had a baby and spent all her time at home

with , I started an affair with Xiaoyan. Xiaoyan was already a sensual young woman, waiting for my muscular physique. We

hit it off immediately and often stayed at the company together.

Before the year was even over, I had Xiaoyan organize the accounts and do the inventory. Profits were a given; the main thing was to look at

the off-the-books income. After repeated checks and processing, we discovered hundreds of thousands of yuan in unaccounted funds. We had already planned to

allocate the positions, but the head office dissolved, and a bunch of outsiders took over.

The new chairman's surname was Zhao. I went to ask Song, and it turned out they knew each other and had some connections. This was good news.

Oh, when I got back, I thought about it. Nowadays, people only care about money. No matter how valuable something is, you have to know what the person's interests are

. You can't just give an antique to someone who likes stamp collecting. I thought about it for several days and couldn't sleep well. With the New Year approaching, I finally

gritted my teeth, went to the bank, opened a 100,000 yuan account, put it in an envelope, and went to Mr. Zhao's house. There were other

guests , including our general manager and several other managers from other companies. He was unusually polite to me,

introducing me to everyone present, completely unlike his office demeanor. I knew Song had already given instructions. Just before leaving, I excused myself

to go to the restroom and slipped 200 yuan in cash into an envelope with a card inside. Before leaving, I took it out and

pulled the envelope's opening, saying, "General Manager Zhao, I've come to wish you a Happy New Year in advance. This 200 yuan is for the children's lucky money, hehe, hehe!

" He was very happy and said, "You must accept it, you must accept it." Before leaving, as we shook hands, I

squeezed him hard, subtly hinting at the envelope in his hand, afraid he might actually have given it to the children as 200 yuan.

Having climbed his way up in the bureaucracy, he understood, squeezed me back, and put the envelope in his pocket.

In 2000, I was still running the company as a manager. My work management had become

quite efficient, so I wasn't as busy anymore. My daily tasks mainly involved receiving guests and socializing. I only entertained and socialized with CEOs and other high-

ranking officials. This involved meals and entertainment. After a while, people became less reserved.

Those with lovers brought their lovers, and those without called in prostitutes. Xiaoyan was a mistress to many leaders; she'd entertain their old

lovers when they came, and with me when no one was around.

I didn't like Xiaoyan, and she was too promiscuous. After sleeping with her a few times, she lost her sense of propriety. She even acted

coquettishly at work. How old are you? What kind of place are you in? So I started staying at hotels, where I met two beautiful

girls. We took turns with them, and when we got drunk, we'd have threesomes. But I had one good point: I never

brought these kinds of people into the open.

Once, I went back to head office for a meeting because they wanted to close all their external offices. My

main concern was whether they'd close my company, and if so, what would I do? That very day, I saw

a woman from my car at the factory gate. She was wearing a simple floral dress, her legs were long and straight, her chest and waist were shapely,

and her long, straight, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her profile was delicate and pretty. Who was she?

I'd never seen her before. I asked the driver, who said she was from the branch factory, had only arrived last year, and her name was Zhang Qian.

After I got home, Zhang Qian kept popping into my mind, I kept remembering her floral dress fluttering in the breeze

, but after a while, I forgot about her. But this Zhang Qian was definitely meant to be. About a month later,

I actually ran into her in the city. Among so many people, I recognized her at a glance. Isn't that strange? She was standing in front of

the bus stop waiting for the bus. I asked the driver to slow down and leaned out to call her name. She heard me,

saw me, and quickly ran over to greet me. Her smiling face was even more beautiful in the bright light. I opened the car door

and let her in. She seemed a little nervous, and after sitting down, she started fidgeting with her delicate white fingers.

She lived in the city and commuted every day. I dropped her off at home, gave her my phone number, and told her

she could .

A long time passed, and I had almost forgotten about her when she called.

I didn't recognize the number and didn't answer. That evening, I went to Song's house to pick up Xiaoling because Song had guests over and asked Xiaoling to come and help him

cook. When I arrived, Song and the guests had already left, and Xiaoling was taking a shower. Bored, I called back and

immediately heard Zhang Qian's voice.

She said I had forgotten about her. I said, "How could that be? I didn't answer because I didn't recognize the number." She asked where I was, saying

she was coming to see me and wanted to know if I was free. It was already past 9 pm, and she was coming to my door

. I quickly told her I was at a certain hotel and asked her to take a taxi over.

After hanging up, I told Xiaoling not to go back, but to call my mother and let her know. I went straight to the hotel,

where I had a room I booked regularly. I went in and started showering, but before I finished, a staff member was already at the door,

waiting for her and leading her inside. To appear kind, I discreetly dressed and tidied myself up

.

She was very reserved, even more so than she had been on the bus that day. Her complexion was off, alternating between red and pale, and she was restless.

I offered her water, but she wouldn't; I offered her fruit, but she wouldn't eat either. When I asked her what was wrong, she became even more nervous,

making me feel awkward as well.

We sat there, and I answered a few phone calls, then told my mother about Xiaoling not coming home. Just as

I hung up , I heard Zhang Qian stammer, "Can I sleep here tonight?" When I turned around and looked at her in surprise

, her face flushed crimson, even the exposed skin on her neck turned red.

This was strange; usually, it's the man who brings this up. Even if the woman does, there needs to be

a foundation of affection. I asked her if she was having any difficulties, if there was anything wrong, and if she could tell me, but she just

shook her head.

I sat there again, but couldn't get anything out of her. Bored, I made an excuse to leave. I ran into a familiar woman

; she had no guests and wanted to stay in my room overnight, but I refused, and we joked around for a while. When I went back in, I was even more surprised.

Zhang Qian was already naked and asleep on the bed. Seeing me come in,

she immediately covered her face with the blanket. It was so alluring, but I wasn't comfortable with that, so I asked, "Want to sleep here too?" She nodded from under the blanket

.

I quickly stripped naked and slipped inside. She was completely naked; her soft skin was

so smooth and supple. I hugged her and tried to pull her head out of the blanket, but while

she did, she simultaneously pulled the blanket up even higher, covering my head as well. She was very nervous, trembling all over. When I kissed her,

her lips trembled.

I kissed her, caressing her breasts, and slowly pulled the blanket over her head. The light illuminated her tightly closed

eyes, her beautiful face contorted in a heartbreaking way by her tightly shut eyes. I didn't open her mouth, but

tried to pry her eyes open with my hands. She closed them even tighter, which stirred my childlike instincts, and I insisted on opening them.

Suddenly a few times. She burst open her eyes with a laugh, her eyes and mouth

splitting open at the same time. Nothing could describe the beauty on her face.

She relaxed, and so did I. I could tell it wasn't her first time, so I simply pulled the blanket off and kissed her

breasts. She didn't have much pubic hair, and it was slightly yellowish. I climbed under her, spread her legs, and saw that her

vulva was as white as her skin, with only the labia and opening showing a pinkish tinge. This must be a girl who hadn't had much sex.

I've been with many women, but I've never seen one as beautiful as her. I couldn't resist licking her. She gasped

softly, clamped her legs together, and said it was dirty. I said, "What's dirty about it? I like it," and forcefully spread her legs apart.

She wasn't horny, which was strange. My fingers went deep into her vagina, and there was a dry feeling, but I didn't care about that

. The beautiful flower was before me; I wanted to devour it. There was a slight smell of urine there, but that only excited me more. Like a dog

, I stretched out my tongue and licked from bottom to top until finally some fluid came out, which I immediately sucked clean.

Zhang Qian writhed, repeatedly muttering, "No, no, no!" "No what? You look so

comfortable , and you still don't want it?"

Only after feeling that Zhang Qian was fully aroused did I climb on top of her, spread her legs, and aim to enter. I

was worried about her being a young girl, and my penis being too large, so I was very careful,

pushing it in slowly like a doctor injecting medicine. I watched as the large head of my penis squeezed her vulva outwards, stretching the surrounding folds, and then pushed in along with her

small labia.

She seemed to be in pain, shaking her head but still continuing. "No, no!" It really didn't work.

I took it out, spat a lot of saliva onto my penis, and then put it back in. This time it went smoothly, pushing the aphrodisiac completely

in. She was truly a stunner; she could actually swallow my entire penis. And once inside, I only felt the base was tight;

inside felt like another world, spacious and comfortable.

I liked the feeling of being fully inserted, like being encased. This way, I could confidently press down on her and play with her other

parts. But this comfortable sac made me unable to control myself from thrusting. At first, I went slowly, and with each thrust, she would let out a cry—

it was excitement, absolutely no pain. I was used to seeing Xiaoling's pained expressions and had

the common sense . So I started to increase the force. That tight little opening was like a rubber band, powerfully gripping

my penis with each thrust. The stimulation was simply amazing. After hundreds of thrusts, she suddenly had some strength from somewhere and

kicked me so hard I almost flew out. My penis came out with a "bang!" With a loud thud, she curled up,

her legs clamped together, and began to cramp. Streams of white, foamy fluid flowed from her vagina, running down her thighs onto

the bed .

Her orgasm ended, but I wasn't finished. I continued, penetrating her, and finally ejaculated onto her stomach.

She was still a bit awkward with me. After we finished, she got up to use the bathroom, turning her back to me as she put

on .

I told her to wash up, and after she came out, I went in and showered too, then came out and lay down. She turned off

the light. I wanted to hug her, but seeing she wasn't cooperating, I... I simply held her head and asked her why she was doing this.

She was silent for a while, then began to speak. It turned out that she was constantly harassed in the workshop, and although she had been trying to avoid it, the supervisors kept

picking on her. Even when young men pursued her, she was still dragged into it. What was worse, the general manager took a liking to her and transferred her

to an easier job. Later, he transferred her to the branch office, on the condition that she spend time with him. The general manager was an

old man, lecherous and ugly, and the harassment was so persistent that he almost forced himself on her. Every time she ran into me, she thought that if

things continued like this, she would have to leave without finding a powerful backer. She was thinking of me... She's very young, and I heard she's quite influential at head office. Giving her to an old

guy is less desirable than giving her to me.

She expressed these meanings subtly, but I understood; her only goal was for me to protect her.

I told her she didn't need me to do this, I'd help her anyway, why bother? She said she couldn't bring herself to refuse,

and besides, she was thinking about society; if I didn't help, how could I help her? I laughed at her naiveté, then asked her if she was willing to have sex with me,

okay? She nodded, only saying it just felt raw. So I said that if we did this, we shouldn't do it anymore,

and I still... I tried to protect her, and being friends was enough.

I called my former boss—the chess factory manager—and told him that Zhang Qian was my relative and asked him to take care of her.

He's a smart man, so he understood. Then I asked the HR vice president to transfer her to work under the chess factory manager as a clerk.

Zhang Qian had a boyfriend with the same surname as me, named Lin Zhidong, who worked at another branch factory. Knowing that I had helped Zhang Qian,

he and Zhang Qian brought gifts to visit me at my home. The young man was very handsome and clever, much more so than I was back then. I

thought they were a good match, so I gave them two packs of cigarettes as a return gift.

In 2001, SARS began to spread, affecting the head office and my company as well.

Given the existing calls for its closure, I followed Chairman Zhao's advice and shut down the company. After operating for

over two years, I had made over 300,000 yuan myself, after deducting expenses and bribes.

What to do back at the factory? Chairman Zhao asked me to be his assistant first, and then he would find another opportunity. As an assistant, my

specific responsibilities included equipment management, but only a portion; the major responsibilities were handled by the deputy general manager of equipment. I didn't want to go back,

so I talked to Song, and then to Chairman Zhao. Through their combined efforts, I went to another city… Being the factory manager of a small chemical fiber

raw material plant, even though the location was rather remote and the profits weren't great, meant I could have the final say and

lead hundreds of people, so satisfying my need for power was no problem.

Lin Zhidong visited my house once and remembered it; he came frequently, cleaning, fixing the heating, mopping

—he did whatever he could. My mom liked him, and Xiaoling liked him too. He was very charming, calling Xiaoling "sister"

sweetly. To thank him, I used my connections at head office to promote him to section chief. When I went

to work , I told him about the situation there and mentioned the need for a reliable accountant. He recommended Zhang Qian because

she had an accounting certificate. I disagreed, thinking the conditions there were harsh, and besides, separating them wouldn't be good, but he thought

it was best for Zhang Qian. Zhang Qian, lacking her own opinions, agreed with him.

The factory had outdated equipment and lacked funds. The former Light Textile Bureau had been abolished, and various enterprises in the light textile industry had been

haphazardly assigned to large groups with certain institutional functions. This factory and my family's company were both

managed by the same superior unit. I went to Chairman Zhao, and even went myself, and managed to get some money, but ten million was thrown into a

factory that had been in arrears on water, electricity, and wages for six months, and it disappeared before anything was done. Later I went to... In Song, we once again exerted efforts from three sides and

raised another ten million, finally getting the factory up and running.

I didn't just transfer Zhang Qian; I also brought three managers from head office, all of whom I

had good relationships with and considered reliable. They were in charge of supply and sales, finance, and personnel, respectively. I arranged for Zhang Qian

to work as a special accountant for management expenses in the finance department. Of course, with her around, the main reason was that I was no longer so bored. The three people I brought

were all my own people, so I didn't need to be wary of them. As for the locals, they didn't understand the situation, and besides, the emperor was far away, so

what was there to worry about? We simply made our relationship public, living and eating together.

I go home more often because I have errands to run; otherwise, I'm mostly at the factory. Every time I go back, I take

Zhang Qian with me and hand her over to Lin Zhidong so the young couple can have some fun. When I get back, I ask Zhang Qian

about their lovemaking; I love hearing details, it's a perverted thing to me.

My mom isn't used to living here and doesn't want to leave her grandson, so in a fit of anger, I made her take him back to her hometown.

Of course was happy and I sent her back.

Xiaoling wanted to seduce Lin Zhidong and told me. That's her only redeeming quality; she doesn't treat me like a husband, but

more like a friend from before we got married, telling me everything. I asked her how Song was doing, if she was impotent. She said no, she

just wanted some excitement. I told her to handle it herself, and if she caused any trouble, I wouldn't forgive her and she could get out. She promised to be

careful and also thought Lin Zhidong had been interested in her for a long time.

That guy is really restless; he went to ask Zhang Qian, and she said he already knew about our relationship. I thought this guy was

really something, even more capable than me, offering his wife to serve me, and then offering himself up to

serve .

In 2002, the factory managed to stay afloat, and things improved in 2003. Unlike other

corrupt officials who simply bankrupt their factories and walk away, I always made sure things were up and running before taking any action. Now

, I could finally get my hands dirty.

As soon as the business improved, I could reap the benefits everywhere. I took Zhang Qian on trips around the world under the guise of meetings and inspections

, and even had clients take Xiaoling out to broaden her horizons. That little bitch even brought Lin Zhidong along once, which scared me so much

that I repeatedly warned that client to shut up.

I went abroad twice, to the United States and Europe, and had many opportunities to go to Japan. Even Chairman Zhao from my maternal company

invited me to go with her, but I hated the Japanese and refused. I was thinking of getting revenge by sleeping with Japanese girls, but I felt it would be

even more exciting to do it in China.

When I was in Shanghai, I actually slept with a Japanese girl, and she was screaming "Yoshi, yoshi!" Japanese girls

have a peculiar characteristic: they always kneel and pretend to be virtuous, but deep down they're quite promiscuous

. I didn't want her to do that, so I had Zhang Qian buy her a sexy, semi-transparent dress and made her wear it when we went out. Whenever I had the chance, I'd expose her genitals, which would make her

scream "Wow, wow!" But that wasn't very interesting. I needed a respectable Japanese woman, someone with a sense of shame, to really get the thrill, but that never

happened .

As for money, I wouldn't hold back. This is a slow and meticulous process, requiring strategic thinking. First, in personnel matters,

I completely delegated power to the supervisor. He just needed to provide me with benefits, the amount didn't matter, as long as there was stability and unity.

Finance was the key. I wanted to find various ways to change cars, invest, and recoup investments. The supervisor handled everything; if it wasn't suitable, I wouldn't agree

or point it out, letting him figure it out himself. As a result, the money that went out was always a little short of coming back for various reasons, though of course

, someone would bring it to me. I was in charge of sales and distribution. The supervisor was like a salesman, just signing off on everything. Clients would lose to me when we played

mahjong give me red envelopes for New Year's greetings. Even then, I still had a problem with whether I wanted them or not, which terrified them. This

isn't to say I'm bullying my supervisor; after all, he's someone I brought in, and I'll give him some specific business so he can make money.

By 2004, Lin Zhidong had already been promoted to deputy director of a sales department at head office. As soon as he

arrived in the city, he stayed at my house, serving my wife. He's a modern young man, into all sorts of things like threesomes and foursomes. He called

his friends from out of town over, so at most four of them would have sex with Xiaoling. When Xiaoling told me about it, I was incredibly aroused and

wanted him to arrange another meeting, but considering my status, I held back. This wouldn't do. Seeing that he could have sex with my wife once, I figured it should

n't be a problem, so I had Xiaoling tell him that when he arrived, he was embarrassed and seemed afraid of me, so he couldn't really let loose during sex

. I didn't know what to say. Then I thought of Song. Song was just like that back then; someone with status wasn't cut out for

this of thing.

I went to see Song. He looked a bit older, but very energetic. He told me about his child;

he'd found a girlfriend, but she wasn't doing well and kept bullying his child. He advised his child to break up with him, but she liked him, and he

was worried . I wanted to give him a big red envelope, but he refused. I then told Xiaoling to spend more time with him, but he said that wasn't necessary . He

suggested I talk to his daughter when I had time, persuade her, and just take care of her. Xiaoling is a kind person; I knew she would

handle .

At the end of 2004, I heard from a friend in the province that the government planned to shut down some high-energy-consuming and high-polluting enterprises.

Thinking that my company was in that area, I went to see Chairman Zhao again with the envelope containing the card, and used the same method to approach

our superiors, requesting a transfer back. As it turned out, my former parent company was undergoing a major personnel reshuffle, and

I naturally returned to become the company's third-in-command, in charge of the best sales and distribution work.

People who didn't know the situation at my factory and subsidiary were scrambling to get in, but I couldn't explain the situation. I just

brought Zhang Qian back and arranged for her to work at another textile unit in the city.

It's still good to be home. It's a big company after all; watching thousands of people go to and from work makes me feel very comfortable.

Even the minor officials

sales volumehere are in the hundreds of millions. What are the millions I painstakingly earned there compared to that

? I transferred Lin Zhidong from the sales department to the supply department as deputy minister, but left the ministerial position vacant, letting him

do as he pleases. I'm growing more and more fond of this guy. He's engaged to Zhang Qian and wants to buy a house in the city, but he doesn't have enough money

. I lent him 100,000 yuan and told Zhang Qian not to pay it back.

Zhang Qian doesn't know about him and my wife. She loves him very much and is also very grateful to me, always finding opportunities

to come to me for sex. She said she likes having sex with me, but I'm too mature and don't say anything, so she wants to like it but doesn't dare.

I said that's enough. How many feelings can a person clearly express in a lifetime? I'm thinking about Xiaoling

. I love her no matter how bad she is. Even though she's not as beautiful as she used to be, I only feel at ease when I'm holding her.

After I took over the sales and distribution work, I gradually distanced myself from Chairman Zhao. It turned out he was a ruthless man. My

thinking was always influenced by Song's famous saying: "Nothing is ever too excessive." So, I wanted to do my job well and

do my own thing when there was an opportunity and it was safe to do so. But he didn't. His intention was to get me involved with him to make a fortune

. He didn't bring me here for work; his only purpose was to find ways to make money.

I resented his actions and didn't want to associate with him privately. He sensed this and

started trying to get my hands on me, controlling the procurement of some large chemical raw materials. The poor quality of the raw materials

affected the products, and the various branches had a lot of complaints, blaming me for everything. As a leader, could I explain things to them?

Well, as time went on, I got tired of it and we each went about our own business, but I still felt too humiliated to take the blame.

He wanted to get rid of me, but he had no reason, and considering my connections and extensive social network, he hesitated

to act .

Lin Zhidong, on the other hand, was good at maneuvering. Although he was only a deputy minister, his power grew under Zhao Dong's instructions. Sometimes

he would bypass me and go directly to Zhao Dong. This was unacceptable; I had raised a thankless wretch. When I talked to him privately, he was sincere, saying that

he couldn't just stay in the game; he was caught between the two of us and could only listen to the highest authority, but he wouldn't betray me.

This comforted me, and I continued to have sex with Zhang Qian. Zhang Qian sighed and vaguely warned me to be careful of Zhao Dong. Her

warning must have come from something Lin Zhidong said; something seemed wrong.

Sure enough, not long after, a working group came down from above to investigate my work and life. I called Song, and

after understanding the situation, Song told me that he had already spoken to them, but it was just a formality. Of course, the investigation found nothing wrong,

but it caused a huge uproar throughout the factory. All sorts of nasty things were said about him. I was so angry I couldn't eat or sleep properly for days.

Once it was over, I contacted people at higher levels to question the person who complained and who wrote the report. It eventually came down to Lin

Zhidong, and I was completely dumbfounded. I couldn't believe it.

This kid had no idea how powerful I was; he came to my house. I couldn't hold back anymore and threw

the photocopies his face. His face turned ashen, yellowish-black, and he finally fabricated a story that Chairman Zhao had forced him to do it. Could I

believe that? Having been in the bureaucracy for so long, I know that when a leader wants to get rid of someone, he doesn't come up with the plan himself. It's always the subordinates who understand the orders

from above and carry them out on their own.

What could I say? I told him to go back and think about it. What was there to think about? I just didn't want to see him.

Lin Zhidong had completely become Chairman Zhao's man. Although he outwardly served me and was respectful, I knew we

were on opposing sides. I also broke off my relationship with Zhang Qian. It wasn't that I had a problem with Zhang Qian, but I thought that if things continued

like this , he would even hate her.

At the end of the year, I went to pay my respects to Chairman Zhao. He accepted the envelope as if nothing had happened.

After the New Year, I planned to mend my relationship with Chairman Zhao and wanted to find an opportunity to talk to him privately, but it was too

late . A provincial working group arrived. Even Song was unaware of the situation. The investigation revealed that a large number of substandard

raw materials had entered the factory with my signature. More seriously, I had solicited bribes and kept a mistress. It turned out that

the 100,000 yuan I gave to Lin Zhidong caused the trouble. I didn't have the money on me at the time and used a client's check, only repaying him in cash later, and he

only accepted 80,000 yuan. I just couldn't understand why this guy would keep the check until now. Putting aside whether my solicitation of bribes was true or

not , Lin Zhidong had already come forward to say that I had monopolized his girlfriend for many years, keeping her as a mistress and giving her 100,000 yuan as a "keeping

fee." Zhang Qian also wrote a statement to confirm this.

Since breaking up with Zhang Qian, I had been thinking about her every day, worried that their relationship would have problems, and concerned that Lin Zhidong

would despise her. But now, with the written evidence, my heart sank to my feet.

The investigation ended. The client was very generous; he provided substantial evidence to prove I'd returned 100,000 yuan to him. However,

the fact that couldn't be changed. I resigned, taking responsibility, and left the place where I had worked and lived for many years.

In the summer of 2006, I spent all my time at home with my wife. My mentor often came over, and I

told Xiaoling about my affair with her. Xiaoling was so shocked she almost lost her

teeth. Then Xiaoling told her about her long-term affair with Lin Zhidong, and my mentor was also shocked. Just thinking about that bastard made me angry and confused.

Then Zhang Qian's image appeared in my mind. Thinking of her made my heart ache. I knew her temperament and personality too well—

so gentle, easygoing in bed, and so kind. In Shanghai, I publicly lifted that Japanese girl's skirt, and she

couldn't stand it. How could she write a report against me? Didn't she care about her reputation? Suddenly, I felt

something was wrong. Girls care about their reputation most; there must be a reason she did this.

I took out my phone to find Zhang Qian's number, but it was disconnected. I went to her workplace; she was

at work , looking haggard and thin. She avoided me as soon as she saw me. I pulled her outside and asked what

had happened. She was already in tears.

Things weren't as I'd imagined. Lin Zhidong was too insidious. He used Zhang Qian's love for him, forcing her to write documents under the guise of breaking up or

getting married , then dumping her.

Poor Zhang Qian, I ruined her. Her reputation in the workplace is tarnished. She's heartbroken and looked down upon,

reduced to this state. I didn't care where we were or if we knew anyone; I just pulled her into my arms.

Although my reputation is ruined, I'm usually a decent person. Some friends in the provincial circle contacted me, suggesting I try to

pull some strings at higher levels to make a comeback. But

I had no interest in that anymore. I'm young; I have plenty of time. Why waste it on backstabbing and

making that sneaky money? So I told him I wanted to start my own business and didn't want to keep messing around in state-owned enterprises.

A few days later, my superiors found out about my idea and called me over. They talked

about the textile raw material factory I used to work for. Apparently, it had been shut down in early 2005 due to its high energy consumption and pollution. After

upgrading its pollution control facilities and reopening, it had been losing money and was now on the verge of bankruptcy. The leader's point was that I had

experience and could see if I could come up with a solution, even if it meant bankruptcy, to resettle the staff and relieve the burden

. He promised that if I succeeded, I could come back and choose where I wanted to work.

I had no interest in messing around again, so I refused. Later, I went to see Song and told him about it. He thought for a long time and

said I could buy the factory myself, but he was worried about whether I could rebuild it.

This sparked my ambition, and I decided to give it a try. I went to see the leader, who, without saying a word, told me to immediately

complete the necessary procedures. The factory was already insolvent, and the selling price was 10,000. They promised me that once I took over, they would raise

5 million yuan, on only one condition: to properly resettle the employees. They were considering retirement or buyouts, but

those who would be bought out were protesting because they feared going hungry.

I had a solution. I went to the factory and gathered all the employees together to discuss the matter. None of them

wanted to leave; they had a lot of confidence in me, which moved me deeply. With everyone united, what was there to fear? I asked them to agree on

increasing the buyout payment to 5,000 yuan per year. Once successful, we would all pool this money as shares

to run the factory.

I couldn't personally handle it, so several factory managers, including one I had taken with me who hadn't returned, spoke with

their The leaders then called me in for their opinion, and finally agreed to the terms.

The procedures and company changes were simple, and someone naturally handled them. I had Zhang Qian quit her job and took her to the factory

to start processing the shareholding matters. Apart from retirees and a few others who left, the rest all invested, and some even invested more

. I also invested the more than 1 million yuan I had accumulated over the years, bringing the total to over 30 million yuan. I was already burdened with the factory's

debts , and this amount of money was simply not enough. So I went to my creditors, many of whom were former clients. Those who were genuinely

in financial straits and needed funds provided some money, and then I relied on my confidence to convince them. Fortunately, they were all quite supportive,

and the debts and raw materials were no longer a problem.

However, I had already spent most of my money, and now I had to rely on myself. I went to

a leader to secure 5 million yuan. That was what they had told me back then, and they wouldn't admit it now. So I continued to send bank cards,

and finally got the 5 million yuan. Then I went to Song, who introduced me to a bank branch manager. Using the factory as collateral,

I got a loan of 20 million yuan.

Entering 2007, my factory was thriving. Although the debts weren't paid off yet, no one was worried about

it anymore.

I managed the factory very well. Because everyone had invested money, they worked hard.

The managers took care of the management, while I was quite idle. I usually just dealt with customers, so I often went home.

Xiaoling often went to see Song, but Song was already physically exhausted. She was horny and would tell me, so I would take her to a women's

health center or bathhouse, find a place with male escorts, and let her spend her own money when she was lonely. She was very obedient and

continued working as a teacher, spending my money when she was bored.

Zhang Qian and I rarely had sex because I wanted to maintain a good image for her. We respected each other and were serious and

polite , and she gradually got used to it. Of course, occasionally she would need it, and we would go to the local city to rent a hotel and have a big time.

Some young men in the factory pursued her, but she didn't like them and was selective.

Another year quickly came to an end. 2008 was a good year, the year of the Olympics, and everything was filled with new hope. When I

got home, I realized for the first time that I didn't need to rush around giving gifts to people. In fact, I knew that someone was doing these

things .

So, out of boredom, I reminisced and wrote down this rambling account of my experiences, like a boat adrift in a sea of desires.

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