[My Cold Girlfriend Zhizhi: Department Manager]

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My Cold Girlfriend Zhizhi: Department Manager
Author: Hu Jiao Mang Chan
My girlfriend Zhizhi is a very beautiful girl. I still remember when I first saw her at the beginning of university, I was immediately
struck by her beauty. Her slightly pursed red lips adorned her high nose, long eyelashes complemented her clear brown
eyes, and her smooth, glossy skin reflected the sunlight. She lightly brushed her long, black
hair with her slender fingers, and her bright brown eyes beneath her long eyelashes surveyed the place where she would be devoting four years of her youth. She wore a green
short-sleeved shirt, and her long legs were encased in sky-blue jeans. She was the kind of
beauty that could make your eyes light up at first sight, but her haughty, aloof demeanor, like a subject surveying her own subjects, made all of us
hungry wolves who wanted to approach her shrink back.
So I decided, I had finally found my other half, and no matter how much hardship and effort it took, I
would win her over. In fact, I did it. I spent three days staking out the library, "accidentally" knocking over
her book, and finally got to know her before everyone else. Later, as I got to know her better, I discovered even more of
her good qualities. She was very ambitious, frequently won scholarships, and was also a top athlete in her class. She was also
the student council president of her department (in fact, she said she didn't want to be, but all the boys voted for her, so she had no choice).
She even told me once that she got extra points on her college entrance exam because of her piano skills. I knew that to get extra
points on the college entrance exam, you need at least a Grade 8 piano certificate. Most importantly, she was very pure. She told me she never went
online except to choose courses. She said she didn't even have a QQ account and asked me if it was ridiculous. Good heavens, is there a more perfect
woman in the world? So I decided to love and pamper her.
But in this world, many things don't always bring returns for your efforts. After I pursued her relentlessly for two years, Zhizhi
finally agreed to be my boyfriend. She said she was very grateful for everything I had done for her, but I knew that she
didn't have that heart-fluttering feeling she had when we met. And I thought her coldness was just an act, but
in fact, it permeated her entire life. She'd reply to a text message if she felt like it, otherwise she would
n't even bother; she'd go on dates if she wanted, but if she didn't, you could wait all night and she wouldn't show up. This wasn't just directed at one person;
she treated all her classmates and friends this way. She only showed enthusiasm when working or studying;
she never attended any other gatherings or parties. As for me, buying her snacks and gifts, taking her to and from school, treating her to meals, saving her
seats—she took it all for granted, never thinking of doing anything for me in return. Once, I was sick with a 39-degree
fever, and I texted her that I couldn't save her a seat because of it. She only replied with a single word, "Okay,"
without any punctuation, which deeply hurt me.
Anyone who gives too much will always expect something in return, even if it's a girl I love.
I wasn't satisfied with her attitude towards me, but there was nothing I could do. Whenever I saw her
figure and looks, comparable to a celebrity, the words I was about to say in anger would immediately vanish.
So, in this state of love and hate, we spent another two years together. During that time, I finally kissed her,
but every time I touched her, she would get angry, which frustrated me greatly. Many times, I even wondered, "Is there any
boyfriend more pathetic than me in college?"
As graduation approached, she said she didn't want to take the postgraduate entrance exam; she wanted to spread her wings, which had been suppressed for so long, and start
her own career. (Have you ever seen a girl like this?) So, in the second semester of her senior year, she asked someone to find her an internship at
a very good large company.
One evening at 7:30, I texted her: "Have you been thinking about me? What are you doing?" She
replied: "No, working."
I was a little helpless, but after four years, I was used to it: "Why haven't you replied yet?" She replied:
"Don't bother me! Can't you see I'm busy?"
Realizing she was angry, I quickly typed a long message to coax her, but then there was no response. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head
: I wonder if she'd eaten. I've been to her internship a few times, so why not buy her some fruit as a
surprise? So I immediately got to work, bought some fruit, and took the bus.
It was already 8 PM when I arrived at her workplace. Since it was a state-owned enterprise, most people had already left. Except for
one room on the 7th floor where my girlfriend worked, the whole building was dark. I hurried inside, took
the elevator to the 7th floor, and just as I turned a corner after exiting the elevator, I heard footsteps in the corridor ahead. I looked and saw it was my girlfriend's
department manager. I thought to myself: The manager alone with my girlfriend so late? No way, I'll follow her and see if she's doing anything
behind my back. So I tiptoed after the manager to my girlfriend's office.
It was actually a large room with four desks. Separated from the corridor was a
wall—a double-glazed, frosted glass wall with an opaque top and a wall underneath. "Click!" My girlfriend's manager went in
. I quickly crouched down and ran to the wall. I was a little panicked. Although I could hear what was being said inside through this half-glass, half-wall wall
, it was opaque. What should I do? I searched around and was pleasantly surprised to discover
that there was actually a gap of about 2-3 centimeters between the glass and the wall, which I hadn't noticed before. The glass
was supported by densely packed stainless steel pillars, painted a similar color to the frosted glass.
No wonder I hadn't noticed it before.
So I found a spot near my girlfriend's desk and started staking out the area.
Unlike the dim lighting in the corridor, the room was brightly lit by white fluorescent lights. My girlfriend noticed the manager had arrived and was getting him
water from the water dispenser. Although my girlfriend doesn't like socializing, she's quite tactful when dealing with superiors and subordinates; no wonder she's so successful in
the student council, I thought to myself.
"Zhizhi, why haven't you left yet?" my girlfriend's department manager asked, sitting next to her desk
. Damn it! I cursed inwardly, "That old bastard, calling me so affectionately."
His girlfriend came over with a glass of water: "Here you are, Manager Li." After the manager took it, she continued
, "Sigh, but after coming here for my internship, I realized there's so much I don't know. Even
the Excel I learned in college, I can't use properly in many areas, so I've fallen behind on a lot of work. I want to work overtime to catch up
..." This silly girlfriend, doesn't she know the dangers of a man and woman alone together at night?
Manager Li squinted and smiled, "That's true. Well then, I just came back to get some documents and I don't have much to
do. If you don't understand anything, I'll teach you!"
My girlfriend thought for a moment, then parted her lips slightly, "Manager, please don't blame me for being too clumsy and falling behind on my work, hehe."
The manager laughed a few times, "Little girl, I didn't expect you to be so pretty and sensible. No wonder so
many colleagues like you. Come on, come on, if you don't understand anything, ask me!"
Despite her seemingly cold exterior, my girlfriend still liked being praised. Zhizhi blushed and
sat down at the computer on her desk.
"This, 'irr' means internal rate of return. Just type
'irr' (data)."
"'round' (data, number) means rounding."
"Do you know the 'if' statement?"
... After
squatting for almost ten minutes, my legs were numb. Besides, they seemed to have a very normal male-female relationship.
I was just about to stand up for a "chance encounter" when my girlfriend, who had been engrossed in her homework, suddenly spoke up. I
listened intently. "Manager Li, you know so much!"
"Heh, you understand after working more. Didn't your boyfriend teach you anything?" About me? I perked up my ears.
"Him…" my girlfriend said shyly, "He doesn't know anything."
Suddenly, the manager reached out to gently brush her hair from her forehead. "He really didn't teach you anything?" My
girlfriend angrily pushed the manager's hand away. "Teach me what?"
The manager, his large frame shifting slightly, grabbed my girlfriend's slender waist. "Like… sex."
My girlfriend's temper flared instantly. "Manager Li, please have some self-respect!" She stood up and tried to run away.
The manager, who looked to be in his thirties or forties, was surprisingly agile. He grabbed my girlfriend's arm in an instant:
"Zhizhi, I've never seen such a beautiful woman as you. How about it? If you come with me, a promotion and a raise
are just a matter of a word!"
My girlfriend paused, then tried to slap the manager, but he grabbed her other hand:
"Let me tell you, don't push your luck!" He swiftly twisted her hands behind her back. Although my girlfriend was athletic
, that was relative to other women; she struggled a few times but couldn't break free. Then, with one hand holding my girlfriend's hands, the manager
used the other to strike her neck. My heart ached. I was about to rush out when I suddenly
thought, if I just rushed out like that, wouldn't it be obvious that I was peeping? What should I do? While I hesitated
, taking advantage of my girlfriend's dizziness, the manager picked up a three- or four-centimeter-wide strip of transparent tape from the table and
wrapped it around my girlfriend's hands until they were noticeably thick.
Then the manager turned his girlfriend around, ripped off her top, and the buttons popped off like beans
. Looking at the semi-conscious beauty's fair skin and smooth abdomen, which seemed to reflect the bright lights,
not only the manager but also I swallowed hard. "Let's wait and see," I thought, "otherwise, when will I ever
see such a sight again?" The manager, with trembling hands, reached down from under his girlfriend's sides and unhooked her bra
. As soon as the white bra loosened, two small white rabbits happily jumped out, two pink nipples with wrinkles
adorning the high peaks of her breasts.
"That's probably a 34, I didn't expect this girl to have such a good figure under those tight clothes,"
the manager remarked. I nodded in agreement. Then he leaned in, like a pig, and took his
yellow-toothed mouth into his girlfriend's nipple, while his other hand began to rub the other one clockwise.
"
Ah
...

The manager, completely indifferent, tossed his girlfriend's jeans behind him, then grabbed her and
slammed her onto the table, yelling, "Damn it, let me tell you, this building's deserted. Everyone's gone home. Go ahead and
yell, no one's going to hear you! Haha!"
Then, amidst an even louder scream from his girlfriend, he slipped his hairy, fat hand inside her underwear and began
to move it vigorously. "Damn it," I thought, my eyes widening. "Take your underwear off
! Let me see, then I'll punch you unconscious and rescue my girlfriend." Suddenly, the manager exclaimed with delight, "Oh?
There's more? You're still a virgin?"
My girlfriend didn't answer the question, but seemed to realize that this was the 7th floor and it was so late that there were
hardly any people around, not to mention the soundproofing of modern buildings. So she cried and sobbed, "Manager Li, Manager
Li, um, I trusted you so much, why, why did you do this?"
"Silly girl," the fat manager leered, "Look at you, you're as beautiful as an angel, why?
Let me tell you, your beauty is the driving force behind men's crimes!"
This time, my girlfriend didn't seem to realize that the manager was praising her, and just continued to cry with a slightly nasal tone. I thought to myself,
wouldn't your crying and sobbing only arouse a man's desire to conquer you? There was nothing I could do, my girlfriend's manager's hand was still
moving vigorously below. Suddenly, I noticed that my girlfriend's crying voice trembled slightly.
The manager laughed loudly, "Haha, does it feel good? Let me tell you, my technique is very good, I guarantee I'll make you feel like you're in heaven
!" After saying that, he pulled down my girlfriend's underwear, and just as I was about to be surprised, I found that he immediately put his head close to hers. The girlfriend
suddenly stopped crying, tilted her head back, and bit her lower lip tightly, clearly enjoying herself.
"Oh, Zhizhi, you're so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful..." the manager murmured, kissing her chin, neck, and
earlobes. Indeed, her face still bore the tear tracks of her tears, yet her eyes were alluring, and
her thin lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to moan but only murmured in her throat. Gradually, her legs went weak...
Separated, the manager quickly seized the opportunity, his left hand moving incessantly over his girlfriend's private parts. Streams of clear
fluid flowed down his hand, trickling onto the floor. The only
sounds in the room were the slapping and echoing of his hand against her labia. I stared, completely forgetting what I was doing.
Suddenly, my girlfriend screamed, her body arching into a bow, her legs tightly clamping the manager's hand. Her body
convulsed in waves, clearly reaching orgasm. The manager stopped, laughing loudly, obviously
quite satisfied with bringing the beauty beneath him to climax. Then, as he pulled down his trousers, his ugly penis
sprang out like a spring. He reached behind his girlfriend's legs and lifted her, still dazed from the afterglow of her orgasm
, as if he were helping her urinate. Looking at my girlfriend facing me, I felt a
surge of excitement. Finally, I saw her completely naked. Her arms hung limply at her sides, her firm breasts
covered in beads of sweat from the afterglow of her orgasm, trembling with each breath. Her pubic hair was sparse, and
I could clearly see her closed labia, forming a thin line, from which a clear, lustful fluid continuously oozed.
Because her legs were being held high by the manager, the fluid flowed down her white buttocks
, a sight so alluring it almost made my heart stop. But her head was tilted to one side, clearly unaware of
what was about to happen.
Suddenly, I was startled. While admiring my girlfriend's body, I had automatically ignored the densely packed blue penis beneath her labia
. But the penis didn't disappear because I ignored it; it was indeed standing in that most dangerous, most
arousing place. I was frantic. I hadn't even touched my girlfriend's body yet, and now this fat bastard was the first
to touch her private parts. Was I supposed to let him be the first to deflower my beloved girlfriend? But
should I just rush out like that? If they found out, wouldn't the guy who watched his girlfriend being violated from the shadows be
worse than an animal? Besides, after this incident, Zhizhi owed me
something. Maybe she'd be gentler with me in the future. No, no, how could I think like that? I'm such a beast! I was filled with self-loathing
when I noticed that the manager's dark penis had stretched my girlfriend's vagina into an ugly O-shape.
Suddenly, the manager laughed loudly, and he released his grip. My girlfriend's own weight pressed her down, and with a
painful scream from her, I knew she had been deflowered. My heart ached, my mind went blank, and I
stared blankly at this tragedy.
After a long, unseen time—whether minutes or millennia—the manager pulled his hands forcefully and slowly pulled his girlfriend
out. Streaks of blood appeared along the shaft of his penis as it was withdrawn from her body. My eyes were blurry as I stared at my girlfriend's
silent, tearful eyes. "Did you cry? Do you know, I cried too…
" "Didn't you know you tore it…" the manager laughed, then, as if noticing the blood on his own penis
, he burst into laughter, turned his girlfriend to face him, placed her on his desk, and began thrusting violently.
"Oh…so tight, Zhizhi, you're squeezing me so tight…uh…you cried? Silly girl,
don't cry. Does it hurt? It's okay, a girl's first time is always painful. The pleasure will follow!" As he spoke, the manager
seemed to soften. He licked away his girlfriend's tears, gently caressed her breasts, and the rhythm of his protruding belly
slowed. I was furious and wanted to rush out and punch that fat bastard, but I
held back. It was too late; I had to watch the show.
After a long while, the manager suddenly stopped thrusting, without pulling out his penis, and climbed onto the desk
. Although this gave me a better view, I wasn't grateful. Then, the manager
lifted his bumpy buttocks and slammed them down hard. "Ah..." my girlfriend cried out involuntarily, but it
didn't seem to be just pain anymore. I watched as my girlfriend's vagina was stretched open
and closed repeatedly by the manager's penis, and I couldn't resist pulling out my own throbbing penis and stroking it.
With a piercing scream from my girlfriend, the manager suddenly thrust all the way in,
leaving only his testicles outside, the base of his penis completely inside her. I guessed the egg-sized glans
was now touching her cervix. Then the girlfriend manager started rotating his penis,
drawing circles inside her pussy. I could imagine how much pleasure this brought her, judging from her increasingly heavy breathing
.
"Ahhhhhh..." my girlfriend moaned softly.
"Hahaha, beauty, how is it? Isn't it making you happy and enjoying it?" The girlfriend manager started
thrusting violently again, the contact of their bodies making a slapping sound. Suddenly, I rubbed my eyes. I couldn't
believe my eyes. My reserved girlfriend, my aloof girlfriend, my girlfriend who looked down on everything, was actually thrusting her hips to meet
her fat manager. Her serpentine body writhed and twisted beneath her manager's body. Sometime later
, her manager had untied her hands, and she used her long arms and legs to cross and tightly lock them around her
manager's neck and waist. She pressed her manager's spiky head tightly against her chest, and as the girlfriend manager
gently bit her pointed nipples, she began to moan loudly.
Seeing that the time was ripe, the manager began the second round of even more intense thrusting. He first slowly
withdrew his penis from my girlfriend's body, then, using gravity, thrust it in heavily, creating large splashes of fluid, each
time reaching the very bottom – each thrust was astonishing. Just as I was worried he might damage my girlfriend, perhaps because she was
a virgin, her tight, wet vagina was giving the manager such pleasure that he increased his speed and
force. Watching my beloved woman being deflowered and brutally fucked by her fat manager,
I quickened my pace as well.
"Mmm, mmm, ahh, oh, ahhhhhh..." my girlfriend moaned meaninglessly as the manager fucked her.
He tightly squeezed and kneaded her breasts, watching them
change shape in his hands. I really wondered if he would damage her. As time passed, the manager's thrusting
became faster and faster, the entire room filled with the "slap, slap" sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
"Waaaaah, ahhh, ooh ooh ooh, ahh ...
My girlfriend started screaming high-pitchedly, as if her manager had brought her to the peak of ecstasy. She began to frantically twist
her slender waist and sway her hips, desperately trying to meet his thrusts.
Suddenly, her manager let out a low growl from deep in his throat: "Zhi'er...Zhi'er...I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum
!!!" He then thrust his hips forward, pressing his buttocks down, plunging his entire
penis deep into my girlfriend's body. Her buttocks convulsed in
waves. And so, in front of her boyfriend, my girlfriend's manager ejaculated large amounts of semen into her body, spraying it onto her
virgin uterus, irrigating her mature but untouched clitoris.
I let out a low growl, my mind went blank, and my semen spurted from my hand, spraying onto the white tiles of the wall
.
The office was deathly silent except for the heavy breathing of the two after their orgasm. My girlfriend was still clinging tightly to me,
Manager Li. Manager Li buried his head deep into my girlfriend's cleavage for a long time, then lifted his head and gently licked her
sweat-covered breasts, neck, ears, lips, and nose, easing the pleasure of her orgasm. Then, the manager
slowly pulled his penis out of my girlfriend's body, bringing with it a large amount of yellowish-brown fluid. Looking at my girlfriend's vulva,
the clitoris was still erect, the large labia majora could no longer contain the protruding labia minora, and the vagina
could no longer close tightly. The slightly open opening contracted like a baby's mouth, and a small amount of yellowish-brown semen, streaked
with blood, flowed from the lower part of the opening, sliding down her buttocks, flowing over her anus, and onto the white tablecloth of the desk
.
"Zhi'er, you're so beautiful..." My girlfriend's manager straightened up, seemingly afraid that his obese body would crush
the beauty beneath him. He looked at his girlfriend, slumped on the desk, and her genitals. "You really are still a virgin, your
vagina is so tight, your body is so sensitive..." After saying that, he wiped his hand on her genitals, then shoved a glob
of semen, still streaked with red, into her slightly parted, panting lips. Damn it, this fat bastard, he deflowered Zhizhi and then made her
eat his stinking semen, I cursed inwardly.
"I'm going to get a glass of water. Ah, you're so good, so easy to fuck, and so beautiful. How many
lifetimes of good luck did I, Li Bajie, have to have to get my hands on a college student like you? Hehehe..." Saying that, the manager climbed off the desk, naked, and
went to the water dispenser to get water.
My girlfriend slowly got up, almost falling again from exhaustion. She looked at her body
, then at the fat pig pouring water, and finally couldn't help but cover her face and cry.
The manager sighed and placed the water glass next to his girlfriend. "Don't cry, have some water..."
With a "smash," his girlfriend threw the glass against the corner of the wall. "You bastard, waaaaah...
How am I supposed to face my boyfriend now... waaaaah... He's so good to me... I'm so sorry... waaaaah
..." My eyes welled up; I hadn't expected my girlfriend to still appreciate me.
"Your boyfriend has such a beauty like you, he must be a virgin!" the manager chuckled.
"As long as you don't tell him, he'll never know. Just a couple of cries of 'It hurts... it hurts' during sex and
he'll be completely captivated. Don't worry, little beauty!" "Damn you, you fat pig!" I cursed inwardly
. He slept with my girlfriend and then mocked me verbally!
"Get out! Get out of here!!!" she yelled, then hugged herself and sobbed even louder.
"What's done is done, getting angry won't help. Look, my beauty, if that trick doesn't work, you
might as well marry me. I've been fed up with my old woman for a long time, no, no, no, for you,
I'd divorce even the most beautiful wife!!!" Manager Li said, gently patting his girlfriend's back.
"Marry you?" The woman looked up, sobbing slightly, her tear-streaked face pitiful.
"You bastard, you should be praying to Buddha if I don't accuse you of rape! Get out, get out!"
She then slapped her manager hard across the face.
"Slap!" Her manager slapped her back. My heart ached, but I knew this was the only
way to bring my girlfriend to her senses. "You little slut, don't think you can fly to the heavens just because you're pretty." Her manager
rubbed her lips and continued, "Weren't you always so arrogant? Just now you were writhing and
crying under me, moaning and groaning! I already untied your hands, you should have slapped me then
! You need to understand, you gave me your virginity! You were captured by your own desires
! You're a slut, a whore!!!"
With a "waah," my girlfriend collapsed onto the desk, sobbing uncontrollably, "Please stop! Please,
stop!"
With a snort, the manager dressed, tidied herself up, and tossed the girl he'd just adored like
trash into the office without a second glance. She picked up her files and left. Of course, I had already
hidden myself then; if I were seen now, all my efforts would be wasted. He knew how important chastity and reputation were to a somewhat
conservative girl. He'd slept with many girls and was never afraid of them reporting him to the police.
I stared blankly at my girl, who sobbed for a long, long time until she could cry no more. Then,
slowly, she put on her bra, panties, jeans, and top, tying the missing buttons in a knot at her chest, creating
a strange kind of sexiness. She slowly walked to the windowsill, opened the window, and a night breeze blew in, blowing her
hair. I was so shocked I almost cried out. Was she going to commit suicide? Zhizhi stared blankly at the night sky outside the window.
She moved, and I was about to run out when I saw her stop, pause, and then lean against the windowsill, crying again. My
heart eased.
The night deepened. I watched the beautiful girl cry and cry until she fell asleep…
I just watched her like that, unable to go over and comfort her, unable even to cover her with
a blanket as usual. I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't bring myself to go into that room filled with the stench of semen. Guilt
and pain filled my heart. I kept asking myself, was it worth it? Was it worth it?
I don't know how many hours had passed, but Zhizhi woke up. She shook her slightly aching head and swayed unsteadily ...i=65> He walked to his desk, lifted the red tablecloth with plum blossom patterns, and threw it into the trash can. Then he went out the door.

I took two steps, then stumbled and grabbed the wall for support, crouching down like a shrimp, clutching my stomach. "Did I hurt
my cervix?" I wondered. After a while, I watched her leave, gave her a quick stop, and she sped away.
Afterwards, Zhizhi was indeed much gentler towards me. She was no longer cold towards me and even started to care for and look after
me. I thought to myself, "At least my efforts have paid off."
Two months after graduation, Zhizhi finally agreed to sleep with me. With trembling hands, I pulled down her panties,
almost cursing. "Damn it," I thought, "this fatso must have slept with my woman a lot these past two months; her
labia minora are even turning outwards a bit." Remembering the erotic scene from that night, my blood boiled. I brought my head close to her little mouth.
Thinking of the little mouth that suckled milk that night, I felt even more excited. I wondered if I was becoming a little perverted
.
As I entered Zhizhi's body, I suddenly heard her cry out in pain. Looking at her hesitant, evasive eyes, I
felt a little disgusted, but I still managed to say the words that made me want to vomit:
"It's okay, a girl's first time is always a little painful."
Zhizhi blinked her big eyes, her lips parted slightly, and just as she was about to say something, I leaned forward and kissed her lips.
Let that incident remain a secret in our hearts forever, my beloved girl! I prayed silently.
Afterwards, I lit a cigarette, took Zhizhi's small hand that was circling my chest, and kissed it
. I said, "Although I've already taken your virginity, saying this might sound like hindsight,
but I still want to say it." I paused, seeing that I had gotten her attention, and continued, "
Compared to the gentle and understanding you are now, a hundred virgins are like trash to me!"
The girl's hand in my palm paused, then she pounced on me, burying her head deeply in my chest.
For a moment, I distinctly felt a dampness on my chest…
Oh, what? That fatso? I got a few gangsters to threaten him a bit, and he handed
over all the photos and videos of my girlfriend—no, she's now my wife.
Hehehe, this is some good stuff that can revive impotent men!!

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