[Couple Detective Agency (Cuckoldry Novel)] (24-25) Weekend 10,000-word update

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Author: yyhnxx
First published: Yes
Published on 2016/2/19
Word count: 13667 words

(Twenty-four)

According to our initial plan, this should have been a windfall: Qini and Xiaoman would use
their positions to sneak into their respective supervisors' offices, plant listening devices and spy cameras, while I would sit in the technical
department and steadily collect data, which would be okay in a month at most. But the result was far beyond our expectations.
Half a month passed, and we had gained nothing.

On October 25th, the day the three of us secretly met, the data on our desks was almost
negligible and of no value. I rubbed my temples, my head aching, while Qini and Xiaoman sat helplessly
to the side.

"Honey, what should we do?" Qini asked.

"Cancel the order. We can't do this one." I made up my mind. "Let's just pretend we don't have any orders for the
next half month."

"That's the only way." Xiaoman said helplessly. "What a pity."

I dialed the client's internet phone.

"Hello, Mr. Li, I like to receive exciting good news." The old man's
cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"On the contrary, sir." I carefully chose my
words we haven't made any progress yet. And based on the information we have, I have to
inform you out of professional ethics that we are preparing to cancel the order. The initial payment of 1 million you received will be returned to your
account ."

"How could this be? It's okay if your progress is slow, but why cancel the order?"

"Slow progress is secondary. Let me put it this way, we suspect that your company is involved in more than just a few people
embezzling funds or what you described."

"What do you mean? Is there something else?"

"There is no conclusive evidence yet, but one thing is certain: at least a group of people in the company are engaged in
organized embezzlement, or rather, corrupting the entire company."

My words left the old man speechless for a long time. After a few minutes of silence, he asked with difficulty,
"Could you be more specific?"

I thought for a moment. "Based on the information we have collected so far, at least six departments may be involved.
The methods they may be using include raising raw material procurement prices, departmental collusion in embezzling kickbacks, and embezzling project funds.
However , I'm only saying 'possibly,' because there is no evidence."

"Isn't gathering evidence your forte?"

"That's precisely why we're preparing to cancel the order. First, we don't have the opportunity to enter your company's
inner circle, or even the opportunity to install the relevant equipment in the offices of the managers individually; second, we don't have
that much time and energy to focus on one order. You know, the longest we can handle one order is
three months, after all, we can't make a living from just one order; third, I discovered that some of your company's employees have triad
backgrounds. You know, that's a major taboo in our line of work..."

"7 million!" The old man suddenly interrupted me: "Six months!

After deducting the prepayment and all expenses incurred during the period, including the equipment that needs to be purchased, I
will pay another 7 million once the order is closed!"

In other words, as long as this order is completed, I will receive at least 8 million in cash, not including
the cost and other expenses. This made me somewhat tempted. I turned my head, and it seemed that Qini and Xiaoman were also somewhat tempted. After all,
even if we didn't take this order, it would be difficult for us to reach 8 million in six months under normal circumstances.

Xiaoman nodded to me.

"Deal!" I gritted my teeth and agreed.

"Now, Mr. Li, could you tell me more about the information you currently have?"

"Yes." I automatically ignored the sarcasm in the old man's words: "Based on
the information , the core figure in the organized corruption within your company is not your wife's lover, Long Xianghui, but the project
director, Wang Bicheng."

"Him? How could that be?" The old man was clearly surprised.

"In the past week, as far as I know, Wang Bicheng went to Long Xianghui's office to report once, and Long Xianghui
went to Wang Bicheng's office twice."

"Is there a problem with that?" the old man asked doubtfully. "That's very similar to Long Xianghui's style; he
likes go directly to his subordinates' offices to find out what's going on."

"It does seem normal.

But please note, I can hear Wang Bicheng reporting to Long Xianghui, but
I have no idea what Long Xianghui did in Wang Bicheng's office."

"Why is that?"

"Because I have no way to install a bugging device in Wang Bicheng's office."

"Hmm?" the old man asked curiously.

"Wang Bicheng's office is equipped with a 'Bat' system from the renowned German
company Mob OTIX. This system has two main features: first, it's a 24/7 360-degree video
surveillance system with intelligent recognition capabilities. It automatically activates as soon as Wang Bicheng leaves the office, and
begins recording upon detecting movement. If the incoming object is seen rummaging through the area, the system will automatically
sound an alarm . Second, the system has automatic detection equipment that
will automatically trigger an alarm if it detects any electronic radio frequency or pulse signals outside of its own recording range." Seeing the old man's confusion, I added, "Whether it's a bugging
device or a spy camera, once activated, it will generate a weak pulse signal, which will be
detected . This is why I can't monitor Wang Bicheng."

Seeing the old man's astonished expression, I smiled faintly: "Do you think a project director needs such
advanced security equipment? Moreover, the core components of this security system are in the hands of the technical director. Now
do you understand why I'm so certain that there's organized corruption within your company?"

"These traitors!" The old man finally believed it and slammed his fist hard on the armrest of his chair
. "So, Mr. Li, what are you planning to do?"

"I'll figure something out based on this, but it's an industry secret, so please forgive me for not being able to disclose it."

"I understand, I understand." After discussing the case with me for a while, the old man went offline.

"Tell me, what are your thoughts?" I turned to Qini and Xiaoman after turning off the video call.

"What else can we think of? We'll deal with whatever comes our way," Xiaoman blinked.

"Let's get practical," I rolled my eyes at her.

"The honey trap!" Xiaoman said innocently, "I'll seduce Long Xianghui, and Sister Qini will handle Wang Bicheng
."

"You little brat, are you addicted to seducing men? And you're dragging me into this!" Xiaoman's words earned
her a hard pinch on the arm from Qini.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Xiaoman dodged, "It's for work."

I knew Xiaoman had a plan. The human body can emit weak pulse signals. As long as a spy camera
is placed on a person, the bat system won't automatically activate when Wang Bicheng is present. However, I also
knew that Qini was still very resistant to the honey trap after the last time, so
I didn't dare say much and could only decide to deal with it as it came.

After the secret meeting, we left separately and returned to Nanjing. In Nanjing, Qini and Xiaoman
each rented an apartment, and of course, I had secretly installed a surveillance system beforehand.

More than a month passed, and the case still hadn't made much progress, which made me anxious. I understood that the most crucial part
of the whole case was the Bat System. Although I knew what kind of system it was, it was still useless. Without accessing
the system's backend to crack it, everything was pointless. That day, sitting in my office, I was so anxious that I was pulling my hair out, when I suddenly remembered someone .
How could I have forgotten him!

I jumped up and asked my supervisor for half a day off.

When Deng Ai walked into the meeting room and saw me sitting across from him through the window, he was somewhat surprised: "Brother, what
brings you here?!"

"I happened to see your news online. I didn't expect that such a sunny young man like you
would be such a famous hacker."

Deng Ai smiled sheepishly and scratched his head.

"How are you doing? Getting used to it?"

"It's alright. I'm not some serious criminal, and I'm good with words, so neither the guards nor the cell bosses have
given me much trouble. Brother, thank you for coming to see me."

"Don't thank me.

Actually, I had something to ask you." "

What is it?"

I glanced cautiously at the guard standing not far behind him and said to him naturally, "Have you ever
had any contact with ?"

"I've heard of it, but I haven't had any contact with it."

"Are you confident you can hack into its backend system?"

"As long as I'm connected to the internet, I can get in," Deng Ai said proudly.

"What about the intranet?"

"No problem." He said confidently, "But, bro, I'm still in prison, I can't get out."

"That's not a problem. As long as you can get in, how long will it take?"

"At most an hour."

"Including travel time, will four hours be enough?"

"Enough."

"Okay, I'll handle that."

"Bro, what do you do? Why do you have to hack into other people's systems?"

"Don't ask. Once this is done, you can work for me when you get out."

"Sure!" Deng Ai said happily, "I was just worried about what to do when I get out."

"If you're worried now, why were you so impulsive back then?" Maybe it was Deng Ai's sunny disposition that infected me; seeing his
shy, grinning face always made me feel like he was family.

A few days later, through connections at the police station, I managed to get Deng Ai
out . After all, he only had six months left in his sentence, so getting him out for a few hours wasn't difficult.

Just as confident as he was, the guy easily dealt with Bat in a mere 40 minutes,
granting me a hidden superuser account in the backend and also giving
me superuser access to the entire company's internal surveillance system. I almost wanted to kiss him in excitement! You see, for security reasons, the company has
some hidden cameras, controlled only by the IT director. This meant I could easily control the whole
company—like a beautiful woman standing naked in front of me, how could I not be excited!

To avoid unnecessary suspicion and trouble, I've been living separately from Qini and Xiaoman for a while now,
and we haven't had any contact. They send me updates every three days via encrypted email, so I
haven't told them either. Of course, there were other reasons behind this.

With Bat's superuser access, I could finally safely access
the tracking and listening devices I'd secretly placed on Qini and Xiaoman. I took out my phone, entered the password, and opened a mobile app.
After entering the password again, a 3D model of the building appeared on the screen, with two red dots flashing in the middle—those were Qini
and Xiaoman. I selected Xiaoman first, and the phone quickly zoomed in, showing her office on the 11th floor.

I cautiously looked around; because I was in a corner, almost everyone had their backs to me—a benefit I'd received from giving
my supervisor four "He Tianxia" cards. I accessed the company's surveillance system, located the external relations department's monitor, and simultaneously
put an earphone in my ear.

The computer screen displayed the view of Xiaoman's office, and I heard a series of melodious laughs.

The external relations department was divided into three rooms. As the department responsible for external communication, it was naturally a place
teeming with , and Xiaoman's room 2 was no exception. There were even several stunning beauties who had previously worked as supermodels. Of course,
with Xiaoman's looks, she was in no way inferior to any of them. Because it was a public relations department,
the company relied on them a lot, so management was somewhat relaxed; on the other hand, the overall atmosphere was quite open.

At this moment, Feng Le, the director of the second office, was also in his office, chatting and joking with a group of beautiful women.

Feng An was a fat man in his forties, whose lecherous eyes always lingered on the women's chests,
making him appear extremely obscene. Ironically, it was rumored that this guy, with his silver tongue, was quite
popular with the women in the company and had taken advantage of them quite a bit.

Right now, this fat Feng was telling a dirty joke with spittle flying everywhere: "A family of three—father, mother, and son—
came to a nude village. The son saw a naked man passing by and asked, 'Dad, your penis is so
big, why is his so small?' The father scratched his head and said, 'That has to do with intelligence. Dad's
intelligence is high, and that uncle's intelligence is low. So…' Just then, the father suddenly realized that his wife was missing."
"Where did your mother go? Go find her." After a while, the son ran back and said, "Mom is with
that uncle with the low IQ. Dad, that uncle's IQ is higher than yours now!" As soon as he finished
speaking , it made the beautiful women burst into laughter.

"Director Feng, it seems your IQ is definitely not high at home!" A beautiful woman laughed loudly, the swaying of her breasts
making Feng Le stare with his small, lecherous eyes, swallowing hard.

I recognized this beautiful woman, named Li Min, who was usually very bold. Seeing Feng Le staring straight at her chest, she said
, "You old pervert, what are you looking at? Do you want me to lift up my clothes and let you have a good look?"

"Okay, okay." Feng Le leered, as if he was about to pounce on her.

"Get lost, you low IQ." Li Min's words made the group of beautiful women laugh again.

Feng Le didn't seem to care, letting out a long sigh. "You know, I've been squatting to pee lately."

"Why? Are you a father-in-law now?" It was another rather voluptuous beauty, Shen Yanjun, who spoke.

Feng Le glared at her, feigning profundity. "I just had appendectomy a few days ago, and the doctor told me
not to lift anything heavy."

This drew scornful laughter from the beauties. Some who didn't understand whispered a few words to each other and then
laughed .

"Heavy things? Just a sparrow, I guess," Shen Yanjun laughed.

"What sparrow? It's a hummingbird!" A beauty in the corner laughed. "I heard that fat people with big bellies can't even
see their own penises. Director Feng, is that true? Hahaha."

"Whether it's a sparrow or a hummingbird, if it can make you feel good, it's a good bird." Feng Le turned his head and said, "Want to
try ?"

"Try it or not! As long as you dare to take your clothes off here, I'll try it with you right here!" the beauty
answered without any fear.

"Hey, you think I wouldn't dare!" Feng Le put her hand on her belt.

"Come on, come on, I really want to have some fun."

"I can't be bothered with you." Feng Le held her head high for a while, then finally gave in. "I'm not going to argue with you
. I'm going to find somewhere to exercise."

"You like exercising?" This time it was Xiao Man who asked. It seems she gets along well with everyone in the office.

"Surfing, you don't know how much I love surfing." Feng Le stared at Xiao Man's chest and laughed.

"You like surfing with that physique?" Xiao Man giggled, still not quite understanding.

"Of course." Feng Le grinned lewdly and stretched out his hands. "Come on, Yanjun,
show what surfing is all about."

"You filthy scoundrel!" Shen Yanjun spat at him, but walked over and buried Feng Le's
head in her ample bosom, squeezing it. "I'll suffocate you!"

"Ouch, nosebleed, nosebleed!" Feng Le struggled, seemingly suffocated, but
rubbed his face against her breasts. After being pushed away by Shen Yanjun, he smiled and said to Xiaoman, "Little Manman, this is surfing, huh? Why don't we
try it?"

"You two..." Xiaoman seemed to be seeing them so bold for the first time. Her face turned bright red, but
she looked around. Everyone seemed used to it, watching with half-smiles. "Shen Yanjun, aren't you afraid your husband will beat
you to death?"

"Afraid? I'm more afraid that deadbeat won't beat me to death."

"It's okay, Yanjun, if your husband doesn't beat you to death, I'll beat you unconscious." Feng Le hugged her and
grinned .

"Get lost, I'm afraid you're all show and no substance." Shen Yanjun slapped him away.

"Oh, you said it yourself, at least the spearhead looks good, as for whether it tastes good or not, you'll know once you try it." Feng
Le chuckled.

Just then, the phone rang in Feng Le's private office. The fat man quickly darted in. Seeing
him leave, the group of beauties dispersed and returned to their seats.

I turned off the video in front of me and fell into deep thought.

At 6 PM, Xiaoman finished her work and was almost the last to leave the office. No wonder,
as a newcomer, she had to do more. She wondered what appointment that lecherous fat man, Feng Le, had made to leave so early.

Putting on a cardigan, Xiaoman walked into the elevator alone and pressed the button for -2nd floor. Her car was a secondhand
vehicle she'd bought temporarily—an orange Hyundai Reina hatchback. The underground parking garage was nearly empty, except for a few company vans in
a corner . She had to maneuver through them to find her Reina tucked away.
It had been incredibly crowded that morning, and she'd finally found a
spot .

She took the remote key from her bag, unlocked the car, and just as she opened the driver's side door, someone suddenly
jumped out from behind her, grabbed her, and covered her mouth with a large hand, silencing her scream. She couldn't
see who was behind her, but from the hardness against her buttocks during the struggle, she knew it was a man.

The mysterious man forcefully pushed Xiaoman into the car from behind. Knowing what he was trying to do, Xiaoman
tried to resist him with her body, but could only grip the door frame tightly with both hands, leaving her no free hands to stop the man
's actions.

While the man exerted force, his left hand covered Xiaoman's mouth, and his free right hand frantically reached forward
, almost instantly pulling her white shirt out of her waistband. His hand then moved upwards, pressing
a rough, impatient hand against her full breasts. Xiaoman
struggled with soft moans, her small body barely able to resist being pushed into the driver's seat. She
was helpless , which only made things easier for the man behind her. After a rough squeeze, he
released his hand, his fingers together, and used his middle finger to squeeze and flip Xiaoman's bra under her shirt. Her
bra was forcibly flipped up, revealing a pair of smooth, large breasts. The man covered them with his hand,
and before Xiaoman could react, her nipples hardened.

"Hard already?" the man behind her said, his voice hoarse with excitement.

Xiaoman stiffened, her breathing becoming rapid.

The man's hands caressed her breasts, occasionally flicking her erect nipples lightly with his index finger.
Gradually, the whimpering sounds of struggle from Xiaoman's mouth turned into soft moans of "hmm...hmm..." Her eyes were half-closed, and she
bit her lips lightly, tilting her head back high, as if to make her chest thrust forward more.

Seeing that she had stopped struggling, the man released his hand from her mouth and joined in caressing her large breasts
. The heat emanating from her buttocks through her skirt indicated that he was eager to have her, because while one hand
was caressing her more gently, the other had already slid down to her waist.

"You bad boy, don't do this to me, um..." Xiaoman had given up struggling and began to respond to the man's
movements .

"So wet." The man's hand moved quickly between her legs, chuckling. His hand
slowly moved from her buttocks to her front, touching something warm, slippery, and wet, like a fresh clam soaking in honey.

"You bad guy, not here, mmm..." Her words were interrupted by the man's fierce kiss. She
turned her head to the side, responding to his passionate kiss with a touch of fervor, extending her soft tongue for him
to greedily suckle. Lost in their passionate embrace, she placed one hand on her breast, pressing it against
his hand that was caressing hers, as if helping him exert force. The man gently
pinched the flesh between her legs, causing a gush of clear fluid to fall into his palm. This made him unable to resist any longer. He
forcefully pulled her waist, her office-style short skirt falling to her ankles, revealing her bare, peach-like buttocks. Then, he quickly
unzipped his pants, not even having time to remove his trousers, only pulling out his engorged penis, and
thrusting his hips forward...

"Ah—" Xiaoman, who was passionately kissing the man, suddenly parted her lips slightly and let out a soft gasp. Her lower lip was still
held by , and a hot, thick penis had already deeply penetrated her honey hole. At that moment, the two of them suddenly stopped
, seemingly enjoying this intimate connection. The full and
satisfying made Xiaoman take a deep breath and start moving first. Her hands were on the car door frame,
her upper body arched forward, and her buttocks were raised high against the man's lower abdomen. She began to slowly move up and down, and the "sizzling" sound of sticky fluid being pulled came from the man's
thick going in and out.

"So eager?" the man asked breathlessly.

"Mmm..." It was unclear whether Xiaoman was moaning or answering him, but the frequency of her hips began to increase.

"You little slut." The man panted as he grabbed her waist, his hand landing on something warm and smooth. Her
top was still disheveled on her body, and below, between her two plump, white buttocks, a slick, fleshy penis was
thrusting in and out, constantly drawing out glistening fluid that coated it
.

Her juices flowed more and more with each movement. At this point, let alone resisting
, even if he stopped, Xiaoman might have to actively seek his comfort.

Xiaoman's eyes were becoming increasingly hazy. The naked man behind her held her buttocks,
slowly and deliberately thrusting in and out of her vagina for almost half an hour.

With each rhythmic thud, Xiaoman's two white mounds danced wildly against her chest. She groaned softly,
her body almost completely slumped forward, only one hand gripping the doorframe for support. The other hand unconsciously reached
behind her, holding onto the man's bare thigh, welcoming his increasingly powerful thrusts. Her initial
reserve and the discomfort of her tight vagina against his large penis had been
completely worn away by the hard, hot shaft in the past half hour. The unbearable itching and the growing soreness in her lower back made her bite her lip until it bled
. Her hair was almost completely disheveled, flying wildly in the air, and her red lips emitted continuous, seductive moans.

The man's hand left her buttocks, lifting her slightly disheveled top, and without resistance, it reached for Xiaoman's
defenseless, exposed breasts. Her lower body was being powerfully pounded by the man, her nipples covered,
his fingertips gently pinching her tender nipples.

"Ah..." Her breasts swelled as if they were about to burst. As the man's rough
fingers caressed her, pleasure traveled from the foot of her breasts to the summit. Xiaoman tried to suppress her moans, but
it was almost futile. Meaningless "ah," "um," and "ooh" escaped her lips,
unconsciously emitting sounds of ecstasy. Xiaoman's body swayed precariously, her secret valley overflowing with honey, making her honey cave completely
wet.

Her consciousness had long since left her body, her dizzy mind a blank. The world seemed to cease to exist, only
the hot, hard penis throbbing within her tight honey cave, wave after wave of pleasure exploding throughout her body. As if sensing her
climax, the man began to withdraw and thrust in dramatically, as if trying to pierce Xiaoman's body with his burning hot penis.
Xiaoman's face flushed red from the stimulation, and she could barely stand, only managing to stay upright by the man's pulling and by holding onto the driver's seat with both hands
.

"Ah...husband...husband...give it to me...give it to me..." She finally couldn't help but cry
out . The man behind her moved faster and more powerfully. Xiaoman's jade buttocks
thrust upwards more forcefully and urgently with the man's thrusts. Her long, white, smooth legs spread wider to
facilitate the penetration of his penis. The honeyed fluid in her peach blossom cave flowed like a babbling brook.
Deep within her honey cave, there were trembling, biting sensations, as if hundreds of tiny hands were pulling at his penis, making
the man shudder. He roared and pressed himself tightly against Xiaoman's body, gushing out large amounts of his erection, watering Xiaoman's
still-spurting flower core.

The torrent stirred up a thousand waves, and the waves rippled with passion. The man's climax caused Xiaoman to let out a high-pitched moan
and also reach orgasm.

(25)

After the climax, Xiaoman, her legs weak, half-knelt on the ground, her upper body slumped on the driver's
seat . Her full breasts were squeezed into a hemisphere. Xiaoman half-closed her eyes, enjoying the exhilarating
climax, feeling both physically and mentally refreshed. Occasionally, she would let out a few seductive moans from her delicate nose. Her snow-white buttocks
, dazzlingly white against her dark top, still writhed occasionally at the entrance of her valley, squeezing out
streams of milky white fluid that clung to her pubic hair, incredibly lewd.

"Husband, I feel so good." Xiaoman's voice was somewhat ethereal.

"You little slut, you're being forced on and you still call me husband." I
teased .

"Mmm—" she whined, "I want strangers to force themselves on me."

"Slap!" I slapped her snow-white buttocks: "You've gotten addicted to cuckolding me, have
n't you?"

After a long while, the two of them finally got dressed. Xiaoman was too lazy to care about her lower body,
so she just pulled out a sanitary pad and put it on her underwear.

We didn't drive, but sat in the back seat, with Xiaoman sitting on my lap.

"Did you miss me?" I asked, kissing her.

She nodded vigorously and then asked, "Did you go to your sister's?"

"Not yet. I got here first."

My answer surprised her, and her eyes flashed with delight.

"Honey, I love you so much!" She excitedly pounced on me, giving me another deep kiss.

We sat in the back seat for a while, almost ready to get back to work, before I finally remembered
the purpose and asked her about the progress of her investigation.

She shook her head: "Almost no progress. I can't get close to Long Xianghui at all. You know, there are too many
beautiful women ."

I nodded silently.

"But we could try looking for an opportunity with Feng Le."

"That lecherous fat guy?" I asked, puzzled.

"You know he's a lecher?" Xiaoman asked.

"Who doesn't know that?" I pouted.

"But don't let Fatty Feng's lecherous appearance fool you, he's not a bad person."

"Oh ho, only a few days and you're already speaking up for him." I chuckled. "

I'm talking about serious matters." Xiaoman playfully hit me, "He's a smooth talker and likes to grope, that's true,
but he's never actually slept with any of the beauties in the room, unlike the other rooms, where they're practically all been taken advantage of."

"Really?" I was a little skeptical.

"Really, I heard it from Shen Yanjun." Xiaoman looked at me seriously and said, "You don't know, Shen Yanjun's
husband is often away on business trips. She's a woman in her thirties, which is the age when her needs are high. She and Fatty Feng
had many opportunities, but every time it came to the crucial moment, Fatty Feng would intentionally or unintentionally avoid her." " Can't

you tell?

Is he gay?"

"Definitely not. Shen Yanjun said that he always gets really aroused, and the desire in his eyes can't be faked."

"Okay, okay, I don't know why Fatty Feng just doesn't eat the grass near his own nest. But what does that have to do with finding
opportunities ?" I still didn't understand.

"You didn't know that Fatty Feng is Long Xianghui's distant cousin?"

"Oh, there's that connection?" This piqued my interest.

"Very few people in the company know about this relationship, and several times Long Xianghui has called
Feng Pangzi through the outside phone. Every time he answers the phone, Feng Pangzi mysteriously leaves for a long time. And once I
overheard Feng Pangzi telling Shen Yanjun in the hallway that he told her not to get involved, it wouldn't do her any good."

"So it seems that Feng Pangzi really has a story behind him." "

Anyway, he's definitely involved in Long Xianghui's affairs." Xiaoman said.

"Hmm." I nodded, "Then let's start with him. But how do we find a breakthrough?"

I suddenly noticed that Xiaoman's expression was a little shy: "What's wrong, wife?"

"Actually..." she hesitated, "Actually, it's not that there's no way."

"What way?"

"Feng Pangzi can still control himself with the beauties in the office." She answered shyly, "But,
but with me... he said he especially likes to smell my scent."

Xiaoman does have a fragrance that is rare among other women, but it is very faint. It can only be released when you are very close to her
or when she is aroused.

I frowned at her. "Are you trying to cuckold me again?"

"No, no, no, if you don't like it, I'll think of another way!" Xiaoman panicked. "I was
just .

" "What do you mean, 'just saying'?" I suddenly grinned mischievously and hugged her. "You should not only be a giant in words,
but also a giant in actions!"

"You—" Xiaoman was speechless with anger.

"Come on, let's discuss how to use our beauty to our advantage." I chuckled and kissed her...

As Xiaoman became more familiar with the people in the office, especially since her office, Section Two, wasn't a core part of the external relations department,
she gradually gained the trust of her colleagues and began to actively seek opportunities to contact me. Of course, this was also
thanks to Fatty Feng, who would proactively connect Xiaoman with her colleagues. As for Qini, because the project department was too
sensitive, and the company didn't have many English majors to begin with, plus her natural charm that attracted men,
she became the busiest person. Even when she wasn't busy, men were almost always bothering her. Although she repeatedly stated that
she was married, but her husband was abroad, it was to no avail, which made it much more
difficult for me to contact her. Helpless, I could only wait and see.

A month passed, and aside from Xiaoman's increasingly harmonious relationship with the Second Division and the knowledge that Fatty Feng likely
held a significant role in the group, there was still no fundamental progress. Xiaoman, on the other hand, seemed to be
becoming more and more open, treating the mission as a flirtatious game,
having a great time with her colleagues and Fatty Feng. After confirming several times that there was neither danger nor progress with Qini, I focused my
attention on Xiaoman, and hadn't been able to contact Qini for almost a month. I also
treated spying on Xiaoman's office as a form of entertainment when I had nothing else to do. Even Xiaoman didn't know that
the non-prescription glasses she wore to appear dignified were actually a camera lens (the reason I didn't tell her was simple: anyone
would feel uncomfortable knowing they were being watched by a camera all day).

That day, Xiaoman went to get some paperwork signed by Fatty Feng. The company office was a large, open-plan space
, with the supervisor's office just a small cubicle in a corner separated by a glass wall and covered with leaf-shaped curtains. Since she was already quite familiar with
Fatty , she only knocked lightly twice on his half-open door and
walked in without waiting for him to say "Come in." She found that Fatty hadn't noticed her at all, his head buried in his computer screen, eyes
gleaming, making "tsk tsk" sounds, and drool practically dripping from his mouth.

"What are you looking at, Fatty!" Xiaoman slapped him on the shoulder.

Feng Le jumped in fright, and when he looked up and saw it was Xiaoman, he hurriedly wiped the drool from his mouth. Xiaoman glanced
at the screen; it displayed a set of explicit photos of naked women.

"You fatso, aren't you afraid the company's security team will see this?" Xiaoman pinched a bit of fat on his chest with two fingers
and twisted it hard, making Fatty tremble in pain.

"Ouch, be gentle, be gentle."

"Hmph," Xiaoman snorted coldly, letting go of his hand. Looking closer, she blushed. These were outdoor
nude photos, and unlike the usual crude and straightforward selfies, the photographer was clearly professional, capturing
a kind of beautifully lewd quality.

"You like this kind of thing?" Xiaoman couldn't help but be curious. She didn't leave, but
sat down on the armrest of his chair, reaching over him to grab his mouse.

Although they were also nude photos, Xiaoman couldn't help but admire their high quality. The hazy
images and warm color palette made them look like high-budget, sweet films,
perfectly showcasing the women's slender and charming figures. And because they were taken outdoors, half-naked, they added a unique kind of stimulation.

"Where did you get these? They're pretty good." Xiaoman suddenly realized that the photos featured different women, none of whom
showed their true faces. Only in one or two side profiles did they look somewhat familiar.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Fatty Feng said, his eyes fixed on her buttocks, which were jutting out from her forward-leaning posture and accentuated by the full curves of her short work
skirt . "I took the picture," he whispered.

"Impossible!" Xiaoman turned around in surprise to look at Fatty Feng, just in time to see him hastily avert his gaze from
her buttocks. She blushed slightly, but subtly raised her buttocks even more.

"You didn't know, did you?" Fatty Feng said smugly. "Before I joined this company, I was a senior
photographer ."

"Really? Is that true?" Xiaoman realized that this fat man behind her was not as good as his appearance.

"Of course it's true." Fatty Feng said proudly. "Do you know what I'm best at?"

"What?"

"The human body. Hahaha..." Fatty Feng laughed wildly. "Ouch, ouch, that hurts! That hurts!" He dodged
Xiaoman 's sharp pinch, but reached out with his fat hand and gave Xiaoman's buttocks a squeeze.

"It feels fucking good," he exclaimed.

"You fatso, how dare you take advantage of me!" Xiaoman gritted her teeth, suddenly reaching down to grab him.

"Ouch!" Fatty Feng cried out in surprise, almost bending over: "I broke it, I broke it!
Please, please have mercy!" He quickly raised his hands.

Xiaoman felt that what she was holding was swollen, her face flushed, and she quickly let go, stubbornly saying
, "Let's see if you dare to take advantage of me again."

"I won't, I won't." Fatty's hands reached down to his crotch with a worried look.

"Hmph!" Xiaoman snorted, got up and walked towards the door. When she was almost at the door, she hesitated for a moment and
turned back : "You fatso, I didn't expect you to be so well-endowed."

Fatty chuckled: "Those who use it know, everyone who has used it says it's good."

Xiaoman spat in response.

"I'll take a set for you next time!" Fatty Feng suddenly shouted as Xiaoman was about to walk out the door.

"Dream on!" Xiaoman rolled her eyes at him, but with a hint of coquettishness.

After this incident, Fatty Feng became even more casual and daring towards Xiaoman. Every now and then,
when Xiaoman brushed past him, he would slap her on the butt, earning a vicious kick from her in return, followed by
a burst of laughter in the office. What truly made Xiaoman realize something was that despite Fatty Feng's usual lewd behavior
, he was incredibly protective of her in public. Several times when she went out on business with the project team, the other party tried to get
her drunk, and each time Fatty bravely stood in front of her. What surprised her even more was that on two occasions when she couldn't avoid it,
she drank quite a bit and pretended to be drunk (Xiaoman's alcohol tolerance was astounding). Fatty escorted her back to her residence, and he was incredibly gentlemanly.
Aside from the normal act of helping and carrying her, he didn't grope her or take advantage of her in any way. Even when she deliberately pressed her chest against
his arm, he wouldn't take advantage of the situation; after straightening her up, he would immediately remove his hand.

Later, unable to contain herself any longer, Xiaoman asked Fatty about it. Fatty replied, "Don't be fooled by my usual groping
. Even when I'm being lecherous, you always laugh it off, thinking it's just a game. But when you're all drunk
and passed out, it's a different story.

If I grope you then, it's indecent assault. Everyone has to have a bottom line, right?" When I heard him say that, I couldn't help but give him a thumbs up: What a principled and individualistic
guy! This reassured Xiaoman a lot.

Some time later, Xiaoman suddenly told me some news: she and Fatty would be going to
Hainan secure a big deal. Not only would Qini be going, but Long Xianghui would also be leading the team. When she told me the
news, Xiaoman and I were crammed into a women's restroom stall on her floor. My
penis it in broad daylight, but when I finally couldn't resist and forced it all into her
mouth, I noticed her eyes were filled with a lingering, seductive lust. I could only apologize and promise
to make it up to her when she returned, and to help her build a professional relationship with Qini and take good care of her. After all,
Qini was much more gentle and demure than Xiaoman in this regard.

I thought it would only be a matter of a few days, but they ended up staying in Hainan for over a week. From what I heard from other
colleagues , the negotiations seemed to be going very difficult. Finally, on the 10th day, news came: they had finally reached an agreement and signed a contract.
The company's vice president, Long Xianghui, was overjoyed and decided to take the participating employees to Hainan for a three-day vacation.

When they finally returned, and I was looking for an opportunity to satisfy Xiaoman, she told
me something that both excited and worried me: Qini was acting strangely. Originally, Xiaoman
had to feign a good working relationship with Qini, and Qini had also taken the opportunity to reveal some information to her.
However, after they spent a night at the Qixianling Hot Spring Hotel in Baoting, Qini suddenly changed. When Xiaoman
went to find her, she became somewhat evasive. At that moment, Long Xianghui and the project manager, Chen Baogui, happened to walk by from a distance.
When Qini saw them, her face flushed and she seemed flustered. This made me a little worried. I had an opportunity to enter the project
department under the pretext of repairing a computer, and it turned out that Xiaoman was right. Qini was clearly flustered when she suddenly saw me. I didn't say
anything to her, but secretly made monitoring Long Xianghui's office a priority. Sure enough, I soon got some results.

It was in Long Xianghui's office, sitting at Long Xianghui's desk, having just finished a normal
work exchange.

"Brother Hui, aren't some things a bit too much?" Unlike usual, the usually jovial and lewd
Feng Pangzi had a serious expression.

"What do you want to say?" Long Xianghui, who had been smiling, froze.

"Men love beautiful women, but you can't bring them all home."

"What do you mean?" Long Xianghui asked, somewhat puzzled.

"My employee Zhao Xiaoman and Su Jiani (Xiaoman and Qini's pseudonyms) have just become good friends. She
casually mentioned that her Protestant friend was being bullied and was very upset."

Long Xianghui's face hardened. "Are you going to meddle in my business?"

"It's not about meddling. It's fine for men to be lustful; it's human nature. But they can't eat everything and want everything.
There have to be some limits."

"You son of a bitch, you've just started eating, and you're already interfering in my business!" Feng Pangzi's bluntness enraged
Long Xianghui. He flung his hand, sending a stack of documents flying everywhere. "Do your own thing and stop bothering me! Get lost!"

Feng Pangzi glared at him, stood up sullenly, and walked towards the door.

"Also, play around, but don't spill the beans about our business, or I'll skin you alive!"

It was a short conversation, but the content was far too rich, involving not only Qini but also Xiaoman. My head
was spinning: Damn it, could it be that both of my wives were slept with at the same time?!

I found Xiaoman again, and after a few questions, she kept evading the question, which made me
angry. Seeing that I was about to explode, she finally hesitated and took out her phone, opened WeChat, and handed it to
me.

I took it and, oh my god, I almost had a nosebleed: it was a
explicit photo that Fatty Feng had sent her via WeChat. Although I couldn't see her face, I recognized her immediately.

It was a photo of her back. She was wearing a dark gray t-shirt, leaning
forward , her hands supporting her on a second-floor wooden railing. I could vaguely see the rooftops of Southeast Asian-style buildings in the distance.
The key thing was her lower half. A dark gray floral print skirt of the same color that I had never seen before barely covered the
bottom of her buttocks. The flared hem of the skirt revealed almost half of her round buttocks encased in black lace panties, an
indescribable allure and lewdness.

"This is..." I gritted my teeth. Although I was always indulging in cuckolding, every time it actually happened, I felt
a strong, tingling sensation, a bit heart-wrenching, yet I couldn't stop.

"He took this," Xiaoman said softly, her head drooping.

I flipped to the next picture. There was the same spot again, but this time, the hem of her short skirt had been lifted up to
her waist , revealing her entire buttocks. The bottom of the lace could barely cover her buttocks, leaving most of her buttocks exposed
to the air. Above the lace, behind a few fingers of black gauze, a glimpse of her buttocks was faintly visible,
a perfectly sexy and alluring touch. Later, I don't know when, the short skirt had been removed from the photo, revealing her high heels, long,
fair legs, round, plump buttocks encased in lace thongs, a waistline that suddenly narrowed upwards,
and a neat t-shirt revealing half of her waist. What an enticing scene! I instantly got hard.

"This guy's technique is really not bad," I suddenly blurted out. Indeed, it was enough to be considered a collector's item
. "Didn't he react?"

"Yes." Xiaoman was still a little shy, answering in a low voice.

"How do you know?" I asked wickedly.

"When he came up and started posing me, his lower body bumped against my butt."

"How was it?"

"Hard as a rock." Xiaoman answered, biting her lower lip, looking at me with hazy eyes.

When I told this story, it was almost a month after they returned. We had finally found an opportunity,
both of us had taken leave, and hid in a hotel. Xiaoman was sitting on me wearing only my white shirt,
the large white shirt stretched taut by her high breasts, revealing her bare chest. After hearing Xiaoman say this, I
slipped my hand under her shirt.

"You little vixen, you're already this wet." I placed my wet fingers in front of her.

"Bad husband." She murmured, squirming uneasily against me, her small mouth opening to take my
fingers, which were covered in her juices, into her mouth.

"Little slut." I called her that for the first time, with a touch of doting affection. She didn't put down her phone,
flipping to the next picture.

"Don't look anymore," she said shyly.

"No way, I want to see just how seductive my vixen can be." I chuckled and turned
the page .

This time the photo was a front view, only showing her neck and below. In her tight dark gray t-shirt, her two
round, proud mounds pushed the t-shirt high, the two nipples seemingly wanting to burst out, hard and erect
, their rosy color still faintly visible. Between her slightly bent left leg and her thighs, a small tuft of black pubic hair
peeked shyly from behind the black veil, making one drool, wishing they could immediately rip off that little black lace thong
and fill her emptiness with their masculine strength.

"You're pretty bold," I said to Xiaoman, but she buried her head almost in my shoulder like an ostrich
, her eyes glancing at the phone in my hand.

Next came a series of close-ups, mostly of her buttocks. One photo even focused solely on her back,
highlighting the black cloth covering her vulva between her buttocks—I imagine the photographer wished they could remotely control the camera
to lift that cloth. Flipping through the rest, it seemed like all the photos were in the same style, a dozen or so in a row, all depicting
similar scenes, and I was starting to get tired of it.

"Why are they all here?" I asked.

"That was the first time," Xiaoman, usually so bold and outspoken, said, her voice almost inaudible.

"The first time? You mean there are more later?" I checked my phone; it was the last one.

"No."

"Any?"

"No." She lowered her head. "

Really not, huh?" I parted her legs, gently touching her slightly parted labia with my finger
, then spreading them again. On the second touch, long strands of sticky fluid stretched from my fingertip.

"Ah, husband, stop it, come in." She writhed uncomfortably.

"You're not telling the truth." My hand, firmly and forcefully, pressed against her vulva between her legs, rubbing
it.

"Hmm...you're bad..." She was a little confused.

"Confess and you'll be treated leniently, your little pussy will be worn out every day." I intensified my movements.

"Yes! Ah, and there's more..." Xiaoman seemed unusually sensitive today.

"Where?!" The tip of my middle finger had already probed into a muddy swamp.

"No, husband, spare me..." Xiaoman tried to resist, but how could she resist my nimble fingers
? I spread four fingers and placed them on the inside of her legs, my middle finger fully inserted, rapidly moving inside
.

"Say it!"

"Mmm...no...I don't want to say it...ah..." Xiaoman's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes closed, biting
her lower lip as she endured the rapid and powerful teasing of the finger inside her, her lower body trembling violently with the frequency of the finger
.

"Won't you say it?" I grinned wickedly, "The torture is coming!"

I pushed her up and onto the sofa in front of me, slapping her buttocks hard:
"Lift your butt up!"

Xiaoman obediently lifted her buttocks, her head completely buried in the sofa. I wrapped my arms around her naked buttocks
, my fingers sliding quickly over her wet vulva, while my head lowered, my long
tongue , teasing her anus with the tip of my tongue.

"Ah! Husband...no..." She struggled painfully, but I held her tightly, and my hands changed to
thrusting into her vagina.

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