White-Collar Ladies Series 0106

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(Introduction)
One evening many years ago, at the University of Southern California, the afterglow of the setting sun painted half the sky red.
On the first floor of the biochemistry laboratory, Raja, a doctoral student from India, was walking through the corridor toward the door. The door opened
automatically , and a beautiful young girl rushed in. She was dressed in all white: white sneakers,
white sports socks, a white tennis skirt, and a white tennis racket in her hand. Dr. Raja
stopped in his tracks, stood there, and stared at her longingly. Behind the girl, the door was not yet closed, and the brilliant
sunset shone in without any obstruction. The beautiful girl was enveloped in a holy halo.
"Senior Raja, hello, leaving so early, going home to take care of your child?" The girl approached and greeted her
happily , but did not stop.
"Ah! No, no, I've finished my experiment." The doctoral student from India woke up with a start and stopped
the girl. "Hey, Eileen, you look so beautiful today! Going to play tennis?"
"Yeah, I played all afternoon. A senior from the Electronic Engineering department insisted on teaching me and even treated me to ice cream.
" The girl had to stop. "
That's great, someone always treats you." The doctoral student, Raja, seemed a little disappointed, but quickly cheered up and
put on a relaxed expression, asking, "Eileen, when can I treat you to a meal? There's a new
Indian restaurant that opened outside. They have curry vegetables, curry chicken, curry lamb, and curry fish. I'm sure you'll like it." "
I don't like curry, it smells awful! But thank you anyway!" The girl smiled and answered
readily .
"No," the Indian boy said, unwilling to give up, squinting as he scrutinized the girl from head to toe, finally stopping at the bottom of
her skirt. "Eileen, how about we grab some coffee together?"
"I don't have time, let's talk about it later!" The girl glanced at her watch, slightly impatient. "
Raja , I have to go. I need to finish compiling the experimental data by 6:30; my boss needs it for his report next week
. Do you have anything else to do?"
"Nothing much, but... but don't rush off like that," the doctoral student, Raja,
suddenly mustered his courage, grinning as he reached out to grab the girl. "Eileen, your white athletic socks look really
nice today."
"Raja, you're so observant. If you were this meticulous in your experiments, you would have graduated long ago,
hehe , don't be angry." The girl sidestepped the Indian doctoral student. "Let's talk about coffee next week.
I really have to go. Qi is waiting for me in the lab. Goodbye, Raja!"
"Well then, goodbye."
Outside, the fiery red sunset was so brilliant.
(I)
In late October, Southern California finally welcomed a touch of autumn. In this sunny place, the seasons are not
distinct. Autumn always comes quietly and goes silently. It was an autumn morning, everything was as ordinary
as could be. The sky was azure, without a single cloud, as if it had been washed by water. In
a small town in Silicon Valley, as usual, the air was dry and cool. The rush hour had passed, and the street scene seemed
somewhat dull. The traffic had disappeared, and the low-rise buildings seemed rather lonely. On both sides of the main street overlooking the bay,
tall goldenrain trees were planted, and among the dense branches and leaves, clusters of tender yellow flowers and red pods were inadvertently revealed. Among the goldenrain
trees, occasionally you could see a few red maples and ginkgo trees, their fiery red and golden autumn leaves, although not brilliant and
magnificent, were still intense and unrestrained. There were some office buildings on the street, none of them very tall, only four or five stories high. Beside the building, at the corner of the wall,
clusters of wisteria still clung to the ground; their flowers had faded, but their lush green leaves remained vibrant. Along the fences of the low houses,
red soil, along with some dry grass, branches, and withered leaves, were exposed. Geraniums were still in bloom—white,
pink, red, and purple—a beautiful sight. On the beach, a gentle breeze
rustled .
The sun rose higher, and the sea shimmered, startling a flock of seabirds. Excited, they
circled low, calling out joyfully.
The Sheraton Hotel stood on the main street, the tallest building in the small town, overlooking the low houses and
office buildings . In a luxurious room on the eighteenth floor, a woman stood before a large floor-to-ceiling window,
gazing intently at the sea. This woman was beautiful, tall and full-figured, with fair and delicate skin. Her long, jet-black
hair was meticulously combed back and styled into a bun, exuding elegance and maturity. A pair of frameless
glasses and bright eyes added to her serene and intellectual air. Her attire was simple yet sophisticated:
a light blue silk blouse, a dark gray striped suit skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black mid
-heeled shoes. All of this subtly revealed her identity: a female executive at a multinational corporation. This woman was
Eileen, the research and development director of a local pharmaceutical company. She was thirty-five years old. In
a country , this was only the beginning of middle age, perhaps even the tail end of youth. Americans often misjudge
the age of East Asian women, especially beautiful, elegant, well-maintained, and impeccably made-up professional women like Eileen.
On several occasions, when Eileen visited clients, the receptionist even mistook her for a management student doing an internship. In reality, Eileen was
not married but also a mother of two.
Autumn in the Bay Area is warm, with little frost, yet Eileen felt a chill from time to time. Gazing at
the surging sea in the distance, she instinctively hugged her arms tighter.
Eileen came from the other side of the ocean, a former top student at Tianjin Medical College. The year Hong Kong returned to China, she
crossed the ocean to the University of Southern California, earning her PhD in biochemistry in four years. Her graduation coincided with the 9/11
attacks. Because her doctoral dissertation involved anthrax, she was fortunate enough to land a job at a biopharmaceutical
company , working in its headquarters' research center. Eileen was academically strong, but not a bookworm. She quickly
adapted to American corporate culture and realistically realized that technical work offered limited career prospects;
to climb the ladder, one had to take the management route. Through a special opportunity, Eileen persuaded her supervisor,
the head of the research center, to fund her part-time Master of Business Administration at Stanford. Her supervisor
at the time was Pierre, a man in his fifties, a European immigrant, an old-school technocrat who had always admired...
And support for Eileen. Eileen's choice was right; two years later, she became a project manager, sitting in a private
office , while the older PhDs who joined around the same time were still struggling in their small cubicles. Later, Pierre was promoted to
Senior Vice President of Technology, and Eileen succeeded her boss, climbing to the position of head of the R&D center. Many colleagues had reservations
about this , thinking that Eileen had climbed too fast, but they were powerless to stop her; after all, she had powerful connections and had chosen the right person to follow
. Ding, ding, ding!
The old-fashioned wall clock struck ten.
Eileen slowly withdrew her gaze—the waves, the beach, the palm trees, the houses—and finally, it stopped on a
gray building across the street. It was a five-story office building, one that Eileen knew all too well, for she had
spent . The basement served as a rest area for large equipment and blue-collar workers; the first floor housed a large
conference hall , general laboratories, and offices for technicians; the second floor contained small conference rooms, precision laboratories,
and offices for general researchers; the third floor housed high-precision laboratories and offices for senior researchers; the fourth floor was for general
administrative staff at headquarters and heads of the R&D center; and the top floor, of course, belonged to senior administrative executives at headquarters.
Eileen remembered hearing many R&D staff complain when she first joined the company, saying that R&D and administration shouldn't be placed together at all.
They were especially dissatisfied that the floors for general administrative staff were above those for researchers. Eileen didn't join
the chorus of complaints; she simply kept striving, constantly adjusting, climbing from the second floor to the third, and then from the third
to the fourth. Just as she was making her final push towards the top floor, the financial crisis erupted, and everything beautiful
came to an abrupt end .
*Splash, splash, splash!*
The sound of running water came from behind her; someone was clearly showering in the bathroom. The sound interrupted
Eileen 's thoughts, and she couldn't help but frown slightly.
Eileen's team once numbered over three hundred, but after the financial crisis, performance
declined shrank to less than one hundred. Worse still, last year saw a change in CEO, a
headstrong older woman named Megan. Her first act was to eliminate special
benefits drastically cut R&D funding, opting instead to acquire existing
technology and formulas from smaller companies, arguing that developing new drugs was too risky and required too much investment. This second decision met with
strong opposition from many, including veterans with technical backgrounds. Megan, in a fit of rage during her menopause, didn't hesitate
to unleash her trump card: a reshuffling of the leadership, ousting the veterans one by one and replacing them with obedient cronies. These
changes presented a rare opportunity for reshuffling for many, but for Eileen, it was a major blow,
as Pierre was also embroiled in the controversy and forced into early retirement. Eileen often felt perplexed; America, supposedly a democratic society
, was a place where absolute dictatorship existed within corporations. Even though her backer had fallen, the sky wasn't falling all at once. For the past year
, Eileen has been updating her resume, preparing for her exit strategy, and actively seeking new support. As the saying goes, when a wall
falls, everyone pushes it; when a drum is broken, everyone beats it. Eileen's self-rescue efforts haven't been smooth. Recently, rumors have even circulated that higher authorities are planning
further cuts to research funding, potentially downgrading the research center to a technology center. This is a drastic
measure , affecting dozens of people, including Eileen herself and her husband, whose livelihoods are hanging by a thread. Eileen
dared not underestimate this. She used every trick in the book, traveling far and wide, lobbying everywhere, and finally managed to connect with a rising force—
the Indian group she had once looked down upon.
Eileen's advisor at the University of Southern California is very famous, with numerous projects, ample funding, and naturally, a large team
. Eileen's research group is particularly large, with ten people—master's students, doctoral students, and postdoctoral fellows—two of whom are
known as "weird uncles," often talked about behind their backs by their classmates. Those two so-called weird uncles are one Chinese and one
Indian. The Chinese uncle, actually quite young, graduated from the University of Science and Technology of China's gifted youth program. He had a solid foundation and his scholarship was impressive
, but he couldn't find a job and had to work as a postdoctoral researcher. His classmates said he was too clever for his own good
, too aloof, and a bit pedantic, unwilling to lower himself and adapt to society. For example, his
surname was Qi, and his given name was Xiaoxian—a very meaningful name, but foreigners couldn't pronounce it. Other Chinese
classmates adapted to local customs and changed their names to Zhang John Li Tom for easier job interviews, but Dr. Qi insisted on
remaining aloof, saying that his name was given to him by his parents and couldn't be changed arbitrarily. The Indian uncle, named Raja, was also young
, but completely different from Dr. Qi. He had an undergraduate degree from the Indian Institute of Technology (IIT), had no academic background, and his experiments were
a mess. He spent seven years pursuing his doctorate, and only barely passed
his defense . If a Chinese student acted like that, they would have been fired long ago, but the Indian had his own methods. This
Raja was eloquent, adept at currying favor, and his flattery was phenomenal. Eileen's mentor loved steak, and Raja,
a devout Hindu, would accompany his boss to the steakhouse every weekend to savor that bloody, sacred beef,
a routine he maintained for years without fail.
Sometimes, fate is truly capricious; both of these eccentric men eventually intersected with Eileen's career and life
: the year she graduated, Lao Qi became Eileen's husband, while Raja, right there in the bathroom behind Eileen
, was preparing for intimate contact.
The rushing water abruptly stopped.
Eileen involuntarily shivered.
(II)
Raja stepped out of the bathtub, stood on the white footstool, and carefully wiped
the water droplets from his body, from head to toe, holding a large towel. His penis was hard and erect; his heart was pounding.
Raja was born in the suburbs of Mumbai to a family of the third caste. While not wealthy, they could afford his education.
The undergraduate education at the Indian Institutes of Technology (IITs) was, arguably, successful, at least in terms of rote learning and exams.
After graduating, Raja married a distant cousin, arranged by his family. His cousin's family, also of the third
caste , was much wealthier; her dowry alone filled three small cars. Although Raja didn't like his cousin,
he admired her family's wealth. After the wedding, relying on his wife's family's financial support, Raja went to the United States to continue
his studies. Up to this point, Raja's life trajectory was similar to that of thousands of other international students.
But then, Raja's uniqueness began to emerge. Indians value education no less than the Chinese
. Generally, Indian students favor medicine, computer programming, and business administration. Raja
had no or any other popular majors. He longed to be successful but was unwilling to endure hardship.
He always hoped to take shortcuts. Although opportunism is the essence of Indian culture, few people are
as obsessed and persistent with their own culture as Raja.
There are very few true shortcuts in the world, and Raja's path was exhausting. Firstly, he was indeed not suited for scientific research, and secondly,
his cousin's fertility was extremely high, giving birth one child after another, which also consumed a lot of his energy. Raja's doctoral
dissertation was delayed year after year, and finally, he had no choice but to ask Lao Qi for help. Lao Qi was a good man who couldn't bear to see others
in a pitiful state, even though he himself was also in a pitiful state. Lao Qi gave Raja some data and helped him with some work. The boss
turned a blind eye and sent Raja off to graduate and leave, around the same time as Eileen. Raja, Lao Qi, and
Eileen should have had a good relationship, but the opposite was true. This was not Raja's fault; the instigator was Lao Qi.
After the defense, Raja invited Lao Qi and his wife to his home for dinner on the weekend. The invitation was sincere, and Lao Qi
accepted . But when Lao Qi went home and told Eileen, trouble ensued. Eileen was three months pregnant and experiencing morning sickness.
Upon hearing repeatedly. Like most Chinese people, Eileen disliked Indians and anything
related to India, including their food and eating habits. Old Qi was in a dilemma. He felt it would be
embarrassing , but he didn't want to trouble his young wife. Old Qi made two mistakes: First, he didn't immediately inform them of
the change of events and ask for their forgiveness, instead procrastinating until Friday afternoon before hesitantly
telling Raja. Second, he didn't make up a reason; he told the truth, saying that Eileen felt nauseous at the smell
of curry . Raja was angry. He felt that Old Qi and Eileen were deliberately insulting him and his culture.
Thus, a good thing turned into a bad thing.
Raja and the Qi couple became enemies, and this enmity deepened. Both Eileen and Raja
defended their Because of the anthrax incident, Eileen found a job at the end of the year—her current job at the biochemical company.
At the time, the company was desperate for staff and didn't even notice Irene's pregnancy. Raja's situation wasn't so smooth. As
required by the dissertation committee, he stayed at the university and spent over three months revising his thesis. After the New Year, he guessed that
Irene's company might still need people, so he asked her to help him submit his resume internally, thinking it would greatly increase his chances. Irene
naturally refused, because she looked down on Indians, believing they were not only incompetent but also prone to taking credit
, always more trouble than they were worth. Later, Raja, with his smooth talk and impressive resume, managed to get a job at
a small, fledgling pharmaceutical company in Santiago. Indians are unparalleled in the world at talking and crafting resumes
; Chinese students would definitely be envious. Two years later, that small company in Santiago was acquired by
Irene's along with its employees and pharmaceuticals. Around that time, with Irene's help, Lao Qi also joined the company,
working in research under his wife. Raja, Lao Qi, and Irene became colleagues again—truly, life is unpredictable. What's even more
disheartening is that, with the increasing hollowing out and bubble-like growth of the American economy, corporate profits no longer depend on science and
technology, but rather on stock market speculation, industry breakups and mergers, outsourcing, and layoffs. In this
environment, those who do real work in companies are finding it increasingly difficult to succeed, while those who are good at talking find their niche. Raja
, this once nearly dropped out of school, finally saw his luck turn around and embarked on a meteoric rise.
Raja finally dried himself off. He threw away the towel, raised his left arm, sniffed it—thankfully, no body odor—and
put it down . He raised his right arm, sniffed it—no body odor either—and put it down again. Then, he picked up the Indian perfume from the sink
and sprayed some into his armpits and groin. Normally, Raja wouldn't be so particular about personal hygiene, but today
was different. Today, he was going to accomplish something important here: have sexual relations with Eileen, or more directly
, Raja's sexual organs were about to enter Eileen's body, thrusting, pushing, achieving pleasure, reaching orgasm,
and then ejaculating.
Back in his USC days, Raja had harbored feelings for Eileen. Raja, from southern India,
had a darker complexion and a natural attraction to women with fair skin. He tried asking Eileen out several times, but to no avail
. Raja wasn't angry, because many men wanted to date Eileen, and many were rejected outright.
Besides , everyone knew Raja was married. When Eileen married Old Qi, Raja, like many other men
, was genuinely disappointed. Later, everyone went their separate ways, and Raja gradually forgot about those feelings. Who
would have thought that things would turn out differently? Raja and Eileen became colleagues again, working in the same building and seeing each other every day
. By then, Eileen had become a project manager and a mother of two. Time had faded her
youthful naiveté, replacing it with the mature charm of a young woman and the unique allure of a professional manager.
Back home, looking at his wife's dark, rough skin and increasingly plump figure, Raja suffered from insomnia. Indians
also believe in fate; the Chinese word for "fate" actually comes from Indian Buddhist scriptures. Raja believed that he, Eileen
, and Lao Qi were all connected by fate. Raja tried to let go of past grievances, greeting Eileen or Lao Qi every day when he saw them
, and even cracking jokes like Americans. Lao Qi was alright, responding with a few words,
as a courtesy. Eileen, however, was different; relying on her connections, she didn't respect Raja at all.
Once , at a meeting, Raja suggested that the R&D department should also implement Six Sigma and Black Belt certifications. While others remained silent, Eileen bluntly told him to shut up. Raja even heard that Eileen had intentionally or unintentionally revealed
his near-failure to graduate to many colleagues. Raja felt lost and furious, combining old and new grudges into motivation . While other Indian professional managers often left after three years, Raja stayed. He fawned over his superiors, subtly planting his cronies in various departments. Over the years, he gained considerable influence; the building was teeming with Indians, and even the local whites were becoming a minority, let alone the Chinese. Raja himself climbed step by step from the second floor to the third, from the third to the fourth, and finally to the top, trampling Eileen on the fourth floor and Old Qi on the third. Since the financial crisis, while others were worried, Raja remained remarkably calm. Ancient Indian philosophy aptly describes this: crisis is opportunity. Last year, Raja finally ousted Pierre and became Eileen's direct superior. Only then did Eileen's attitude towards Raja begin to change, showing at least a semblance of respect. But it was too late, far too late. Raja was no longer content with trampling Eileen; now he wanted to possess this beautiful woman. Countless times, Raja had encountered Old Qi in the elevator…

While exchanging polite pleasantries, he viciously vowed: "You wait, one day I'll pull down your wife's
pants, spread her legs, and fuck her hard!" Countless times, in the meeting room, Raja would greedily stare at
Eileen's alluring figure, fantasizing and contemplating: should he fuck her naked, or with her clothes on? And
should he fuck her mouth, or her lower body?
Raja would fix his hair in front of the bathroom mirror until he was completely satisfied. Making love with Eileen
was, in Raja's eyes, a matter of utmost importance, not to be taken lightly. Two weeks prior, Raja had begun preparations:
stopping eating curry and other spicy foods to avoid bad breath and body odor, and sleeping in separate rooms from his wife to conserve
his energy for a full-fledged sexual encounter with Eileen. In Hinduism, sexual intercourse is not merely about pleasure
, but an ancient and solemn ritual: through physical union, the soul achieves transcendence and purification. Today
, Raja was about to complete this ritual: to have a passionate and unrestrained sexual encounter with Old Qi's wife, to
wash away the inferiority complex that had accumulated deep within his heart for many years.
Raja was quite confident in his physique and stamina. Furthermore, he had been a devoted follower of Indian classical
culture since childhood, well-versed in various versions of sexual scriptures, and had always practiced what he preached. Although Raja was from southern India,
he was not short or stocky. Over the years, in order to climb into high society, Raja had been imitating mainstream lifestyles
. He regularly went to the gym, played golf, played beach volleyball, and had even learned to surf.
Compared , Raja's physique was, of course, much stronger. Moreover,
the sexual prowess of men from southern India, Sri Lanka, and Bangladesh was renowned throughout Asia; many wealthy Japanese women would travel there annually specifically to solicit sex.
Raja was certain he was ready. He took a towel from the shelf, wrapped it around his waist, tied a
slipknot , and then pushed open the bathroom door.
Suddenly, Raja's vision went dark. He stopped, his eyes wide, and it took him a while to adjust to his
new surroundings. Inside the room, heavy, dark brown floor-length curtains blocked out the sunlight and everything outside
: the waves, the beach, the palm trees, the houses, and the office building across the street. A large, soft bed stood against the wall in the center of the room, its
soft, pure white bedspread radiating a faint warmth. On either side of the bed, a small yellow
wall lamp cast a dim, soft, and ambiguous glow. At the foot of the bed, a woman sat sideways: full
breasts , a strong waist, ample hips, and long legs. She was Old Qi's wife, Eileen, Raja's former
classmate, now her colleague and subordinate. She turned her head shyly, her expression calm and serene. Her hair was loose, her long,
black hair cascading down, obscuring half her face, and her alluring body was only partially
concealed : a purple lace bra and panties, flesh-colored sheer stockings, and black mid-heeled shoes. Raja
's heart pounded. He held his breath, slowly moving his gaze along the graceful curves of
Eileen's body, scrutinizing her carefully before moving away, finally stopping at the head of the bed. There,
casually placed, was a light blue silk blouse, a dark gray striped suit skirt, and a pair of frameless
glasses.
Raja had a similar light blue blouse and dark gray suit at home, though
both were position in the company had risen, his libido and tastes had also
increased. He grew tired of the languid saris of Indian women and disliked the overly revealing tank tops and
short skirts . Eileen, this white-collar beauty from China, had become
the embodiment of beauty, elegance, maturity, sexiness, and all other wonderful feelings in Raja's mind. He silently memorized Eileen's daily attire and bought his wife the same
business suit. Every so often, Raja would order his wife to dress up as Eileen, lie face down on
the desk in the study, spread her thick legs, stick out her fat buttocks, and pull down her underwear. He himself would stand behind her, one
hand on his hip, the other on his buttocks, thrusting hard, savagely pounding, and shouting wildly.
Oh, Eileen!
Oh, Old Qi's wife!
The bath towel fell silently to the ground.
(III)
Across the street, the office building on the third floor, the large office hall, was divided into low cubicles. Each senior
researcher had their own cubicle, which was said to be larger than those on the second floor. The location of the cubicles was very particular; those by the window
belonged to senior employees or the boss's favorites, while those by the corridor belonged to junior or unpopular employees. The cubicles
were sparsely furnished, with a desk, a chair, a computer, and one person. The partitions were very low; if you looked up,
the entire hall was unobstructed, offering absolutely no privacy. This is supposedly an open-plan office, designed to improve efficiency.
In a cubicle by the window, a middle-aged man sat intently, his gaze fixed on the computer
screen . This was Erin's husband, Lao Qi. Lao Qi was over forty, slightly balding. His childhood poverty
had affected his development, making him appear somewhat thin, but also highlighting his large, intelligent head. Last
weekend , Lao Qi had written a program to batch process gene sequence data, which could greatly improve work efficiency
. Now, he was doing the final debugging.
Lao Qi was born in Huaibei. Orphaned at a young age, he survived on his sister-in-law's milk and only managed to finish junior high school thanks to
the help of his older brother, sister-in-law, and other poor relatives. Lao Qi did not disappoint his fellow villagers; after graduating from junior high, he was
admitted to the University of Science and Technology of China's gifted youth program. Later, he went to the United States on a government scholarship to complete his doctoral studies. Instead of returning
to China stayed behind and, taking advantage of the political turmoil in China, obtained a green card in 1992—a so-called
"blood card." Lao Qi always considered this the first and greatest debt he had ever incurred in his life.
From then on, Lao Qi's luck turned sour, with everything going wrong. Lao Qi's research was excellent, and his supervisor greatly appreciated him
, writing him letters of recommendation. However, he just couldn't find a job, whether in academia or industry
. Left with no other option, he took one postdoctoral fellowship after another. And so, young Qi became old Qi, and the way his classmates looked at
him changed from envy and admiration to pity and sympathy. Lao Qi had a girlfriend at USTC,
a senior from Tongcheng, Anhui, who deeply admired the young talent. When Lao Qi went abroad, he swore to the heavens that he would never
let her down. But things didn't go as planned. Later, Lao Qi obtained a blood visa and dared not easily return to China, while his senior was unable to go abroad.
Thus, he broke his vow. Today, this would be a trivial matter, but Lao Qi, clinging to old traditions,
considered it his second major transgression.
After going abroad, Lao Qi remained single until he met Eileen. Eileen was picked up by Lao Qi from the airport.
Old Qi was the old hand in the lab, and he had a car. He was responsible for
picking up all the newcomers from China and arranging their accommodations and meals for the first few days. Old Qi took better care of Eileen than the other students. He helped her with registration,
renting an apartment , and choosing courses. The school was in the suburbs, quite remote and inconvenient. Later, when Eileen
did experiments at night, Old Qi accompanied her, or even did them for her, not to mention
small things like taking a ride into town to buy groceries. To say that Old Qi had no ulterior motives wouldn't be accurate. From their first meeting at the airport, Old Qi felt that Eileen
resembled someone—his sister-in-law who had once fed him. Of course, Old Qi never told Eileen,
because he knew his wife certainly wouldn't think he had anything in common with a village woman. It must be said with certainty that Old Qi
had no improper thoughts about his junior colleague; he was self-aware. However, fate sometimes takes
unexpected turns. Old Qi will never forget that spring night in 2001, the willows swaying, the moonlight
soft and warm . He was walking with Eileen to the parking lot when the girl suddenly stopped and started crying. Old Qi was at a loss,
asking questions and comforting her. After a long while, Eileen finally choked out her sorrow. It turned out that she had sent out many
resumes without any response, and thinking about her age and the fact that she didn't even have a boyfriend, she couldn't help but feel sad.
Old Qi understood that his junior colleague was worried about her residency and future. So he spent more than half
an hour sharing his own experience to comfort Eileen, saying that as long as you do a postdoctoral fellowship, you can extend your visa, and most Chinese people
have gone through this process. As for marriage, there was no need to rush; the new obstetrics textbook had been revised,
raising the definition of advanced maternal age for first-time mothers from 32 to 35. Unexpectedly, his junior colleague cried even harder, and finally
, she collapsed into Old Qi's arms.
A month later, Old Qi and Eileen went to the city hall to get their marriage certificate.
(Eileen, newlywed, in a pristine white wedding dress, surrounded by vibrant bouquets, a sweet smile.)
Old Qi, though old-fashioned, wasn't stupid; he knew his junior sister was shrewd. He
didn't know how Eileen was doing back in China, but he knew a lot about her life abroad over the years. This junior sister was ambitious, but also
very pragmatic. Over the years, she'd dated no fewer than ten boyfriends, of all races—black, white, Asian—
and would often give Qi a brief report. The local white guy came from a decent family, was good-looking
, and had a certain charm, but he only wanted to have fun; marriage was unlikely within five years. The business student from Shanghai was terrible
; he talked all night about how rich his family was, owning three properties in Luwan District, but in the end, they each paid their own bill.
Hong Kong men were so boring; their Mandarin was incomprehensible, their English was a mess, and they thought themselves superior to mainlanders—to
hell with them. Oh dear, Taiwanese boys are so effeminate! They even say that in Taiwan, wives have to live
with —it's terrifying! Now, Eileen needs to resolve two major issues simultaneously: residency and marriage. In this rush
, her choices are indeed limited. Eileen needs a man with a similar cultural background, equal
education , and who must be submissive at home, because Eileen has a strong desire for control. This
further narrows down her options. Similar cultural background and equal education narrows the pool to mainland Chinese
students or former students, and most of these men with green cards are already married, while single men generally
don't have green cards. After much deliberation, Eileen has settled on Lao Qi. This seems unexpected, but
upon reflection, it makes perfect sense. Sometimes, Lao Qi feels his marriage is a bit ridiculous, like a transaction
. However, in this world, how many things don't involve an exchange of benefits?
After marriage, Lao Qi is an absolutely good husband, and Eileen strives to be a good wife. Because her husband was only 1.68 meters
tall , Eileen threw away all her high heels and switched to mid-heels or flats. Their luck
suddenly improved, just like the old folks say, a stroke of good fortune. Eileen quickly became pregnant, and Lao Qi felt at ease
. Soon after, Eileen found a job in research at a well-known local company, a job perfectly suited to her major, with good pay.
The baby was born a boy, and Lao Qi became the happiest man in the world. When the child was two years old
, Eileen was promoted to team leader, and Lao Qi finished his postdoctoral studies and found a job
as a researcher at Eileen's company. Lao Qi quipped, "Half of it is because I was born with talent, and the other half is because when one person succeeds, even their relatives and friends
benefit ." First becoming a father, then leaving academia, Lao Qi became much more realistic and tried hard to adapt to the harsh realities of
the workplace. He even took his wife's advice and gave himself an English name: Tom. However, this
incredibly common name never came in handy. There was a Chinese colleague in the company, Lao Yuan, a Beijing native, who liked to joke
. One time, while drinking coffee, he told a foreigner that the pronunciation of "Qi" in Lao Qi's name was actually quite simple—it sounded like a tire letting out air.
The foreigner burst out laughing, almost choking, and within 24 hours, the joke had spread throughout the entire building
. Lao Yuan was quite frightened and quickly came to apologize to Lao Qi. He wasn't afraid of Lao Qi, but rather worried that Eileen would
hold a grudge against him later. Lao Qi laughed heartily, saying, "Lao Yuan, you've done me a huge favor. I hate two things most in my life: Chinese
men with foreign names, and Chinese women marrying foreign men." Later, the two grew closer and became good friends.
A year later, Eileen gave birth to her second child, a daughter. There's an old saying in Lao Qi's hometown: "A daughter is
her mother's nemesis." This was true; just a month after the baby's birth, Eileen developed postpartum depression. At first, Lao Qi
thought his wife was just bored at home and would get better after returning to work. Unexpectedly, after Eileen went back to work, the situation became more complicated
: suddenly, she completely lost interest in her professional studies. Eileen discussed with her husband that business administration
was a popular field and she wanted to try it out, perhaps as a part-time degree. Old Qi hesitated. He felt it was a waste for Chinese people to lose their technical skills
, and besides, the tuition was very expensive. They already had a large mortgage, and now they had another mouth to feed.
However , Old Qi never completely dismissed his wife's ideas. He suggested that since they couldn't afford the tuition,
he would fully support his wife if the company was willing to pay. Old Qi reasoned that with the current economic situation, the company certainly
wouldn't be willing to spend that extra money. Unexpectedly, Eileen was very persuasive and managed to convince
Pierre, the head of the R&D center, to pay for her advanced administrative training program, a full-time, year-long course. Old Qi's plan failed, and he was very frustrated
, so he went to Old Yuan to complain. Old Yuan comforted him, saying that if Eileen could get over her depression quickly, it would be a good thing
. Besides, in today's world, technical work really isn't very meaningful; it would be better to try another path. Old Qi had no choice but
to keep his promise, thinking it might be fate, and since there was no financial loss involved.
Stanford isn't too far, it's near Palo Alto, and the scenery is quite nice. At first, Erin was...
He used to commute by car, leaving early and returning late, but later found it too tiring, so he had to live near the school and go home on weekends
. Because he hadn't mentioned accommodation to the company beforehand, he now had to pay for his own accommodation in a motel.
Soon , more than half a year passed. Old Qi had been observing his wife closely. He noticed that Eileen's depression hadn't improved
, and she was even less talkative at home. Just as Old Qi was deeply worried and
considering , the situation suddenly took a turn for the better. One day after work, Old Qi went to pick up his two children from kindergarten as usual, only to be told
that their mother had already taken them. Old Qi was terrified. It wasn't Friday; why was Eileen back?
Could it be another woman impersonating her, or had Eileen really lost her mind? Old Qi ran two
red lights and rushed home. There, he found his wife sitting at the dining table, playing with puzzles with the two children, while beef soup
simmered on the stove, emitting a fragrant aroma. Eileen's face was flushed, slightly shy, and filled with happiness and contentment.
Heaven has eyes! Eileen's depression was cured!
After returning from her studies, Eileen completely abandoned her technical work and officially embarked on the path of a professional manager. Although Lao Qi
felt it was inappropriate for a woman, especially a bespectacled, educated woman, to do this, he was helpless
. Lao Qi's family life underwent a huge change. Eileen was much busier than before, with virtually no fixed
working hours and frequent business trips. Moreover, she would unconsciously bring her social roles home, bossing around her husband and
children . Lao Qi understood his wife's hard work and took on all the housework, acting as both father and mother.
Like all traditional Chinese men, Lao Qi was responsible, hardworking, and willing to shoulder burdens, but he
always felt somewhat uncomfortable that his wife's income was far higher than his. In addition, Lao Qi noticed that Eileen sometimes acted
strangely . For example, Eileen's work pressure was high, and she basically didn't care about housework or children, which was normal and he
completely understood. However, every now and then, Eileen would suddenly be exceptionally gentle with her husband and children, as if she owed them
something. As an adult man, Lao Qi was very sensitive. Instinct told him that his
wife seemed to be having an affair. Old Qi wanted to confirm it, but he was also afraid to. He began
to pay attention to his wife's words and actions, and paid special attention to her business trips, where she went, how many people accompanied her,
who they were, and so on. After all that, Old Qi couldn't find anything out, and his wife really didn't seem to be
doing anything . Eileen was a well-known serious woman in the company. She had a strong technical background, didn't need to be
anyone's pretty face, and had powerful backers. No one dared to mess with her. There was nothing wrong in the world, but fools made trouble for themselves
. Old Qi thought, well, we work in the same building and go home together. If something really happened, we could hide it for a few days
. Old Qi was relieved and devoted himself to taking care of his family and supporting his wife's career.
Old Qi thought too simply about the relationship between men and women.
(IV)
Autumn in the Bay Area is refreshing and pleasant, but this hotel room was a bit damp and stuffy. On
the soft and comfortable bed, Old Qi's wife Eileen and her boss Raja were making their final preparations before intercourse.
Raja's skin was a dark brown, smooth and elastic. His belly wasn't large, and his pectoral muscles were still full,
much more muscular than Eileen's husband's. It seemed his seven years at USC, with their bloody steaks, hadn't been in vain.
Eileen was curvaceous and full-figured, with fair and delicate skin. Her clothes, however, were disheveled: her purple bra was
loose, draped diagonally over her bare shoulder; her lace panties had slipped down to her knees, rolled up in a
haphazard stockings were still relatively intact; and one of her black mid-heeled shoes was hanging on her foot, the other lying limply on the
edge of the bed. Raja leaned against the headboard, his legs naturally spread, revealing his purplish-black penis, which stood erect, exuding
the air of a big boss. Eileen knelt between the man's legs, lacking her usual domineering presence, but still calm and
composed, neither servile nor arrogant. She cradled his large scrotum in her left hand and grasped his thick, long penis in her right, slowly
stroking it up and down.
A faint scent of body odor and incense quietly permeated the room.
Raja and his female subordinate had been engaged in foreplay for quite some time. They were both adults, both experienced
, and showed little nervousness or awkwardness. They started with embracing and kissing, transitioning to caressing and teasing, constantly
testing each other's reactions. Now, they were familiar with each other's bodies.
As the boss, Raja was both uninhibited and meticulous in his pursuit of his female subordinate. He squeezed her full breasts, caressed her
round buttocks, and even explored her hidden vulva. Eileen did not back down or hesitate; she not only loosened her bra
clasp and pulled her panties down to her knees, but also took the initiative to give her boss a full-body French kiss. When both of them began to pant,
the boss made a request: his female subordinate had to perform oral sex on him.
Eileen skillfully began to stroke, slowly and deliberately, occasionally switching hands. A sticky fluid
seeped from the groin of the man's penis, dripping onto her hands and gradually covering his penis and scrotum. With each rub and slide, fine
white foam rose, sticking to the woman's wedding ring, gleaming in the dim light of the wall lamp. Eileen had lived abroad
for many years and knew that oral sex was nothing unusual overseas. As a professional woman, she was worldly-wise, understood the ways of the world, knew
how to advance and retreat, and knew how to choose. She
felt much shame or remorse. Flirting, hugging, kissing, caressing, and even having sex with a man other than her husband
was not her first, nor her only. If she couldn't even handle these things,
she wouldn't have given up her technical skills to become a full-time administrative manager.
Squeak, squeak.
Lubricated, smooth.
Eileen's worldview was formed during her middle school years. At that time in China, the gap between rich and poor was already significant
, and a privileged class was beginning to take shape. Ordinary people, having lost the courage to resist, only hoped to join
the ranks , to get a share of the spoils, or to hide under the wings of the privileged class and beg for scraps. Eileen's parents
were both employees of a medical school-affiliated hospital. Decades ago, her father was the hospital's most outstanding surgeon, and her mother
was the most beautiful and gentle nurse. Eileen's family was once the envy of many, but by the late 1980s
, things had changed. At that time, Tianjin's urban construction was improving; the Central Ring Road was built, and high-rise residential
buildings were becoming increasingly common. However, Eileen's family still lived in a simple two-bedroom apartment without a living room, and without property rights. Watching
their old neighbors and colleagues move into new homes one by one, the smiles on her parents' faces became fewer and fewer.
Sometimes , Eileen would hear them arguing; the gist of it was that her mother wanted her father to give gifts to the hospital director, but her father couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Son, I don't want to." Eileen knew her father didn't like the hospital director. They had been classmates, joined the same hospital together, and both
had pursued her mother. Because her father was skilled, handsome, and played the accordion, her mother chose
him ,
and the two families stopped interacting much afterward. Her parents argued for three years, then suddenly stopped. Eileen remembered it clearly; it was the summer of
1992 , the last time the hospital allocated subsidized housing. One day, Eileen suddenly felt unwell, and her teacher
let her go home early. Eileen would never forget that it was a hot afternoon. When she got home and opened
the door , she smelled a strange odor, unsure if it was sweat or something else, along with a jumble of noises
: the bed creaking, her mother moaning, and someone else making soft, labored sounds. The door to the inner room was ajar.
Eileen went over and gently pushed it open, and was stunned: Good heavens, her mother and a bald man—yes,
it was the hospital director! The once dignified and virtuous mother was completely changed: she leaned against the bed, bent over, and stood on tiptoe,
her hands gripping the bed frame
tightly. Her white nurse's skirt was rolled up at her waist, her flesh-colored panties were pulled down to her knees, and her white buttocks were raised high. Behind her mother stood the hospital director, his naked, obese body
supporting her waist, thrusting hard into her buttocks with his arching motion.
That night, Eileen wandered the streets for a long time before returning home, much to her parents' dismay. Less than
a month later, Eileen's family moved into a new apartment on the fifth floor, facing south, spacious and bright, with a usable area of over 150
square meters. Eileen's heart had undergone a great change, but outwardly, she remained a cheerful and optimistic
girl . Later, Eileen was admitted to university, and although it was close to home, she resolutely moved into the student dormitory
. Later still, Eileen went abroad, got married, and had her own family and children. With more life experience, she
began to understand and forgive her mother. In reality, when men can't even uphold their beliefs, how can women be expected to maintain their chastity? Eileen always found it strange that she seemed completely uninterested
in worldly questions, such as how many times her mother and the director had slept together, and whether her father knew. Sometimes, Eileen even thought that since her mother was going to give herself away sooner or later, why didn't she do it sooner? That way, the whole family could move into their new house sooner, and her parents wouldn't have to argue for years. Squeak, squeak. It became more and more lubricated, more and more smooth. Eileen gradually increased her speed and the pace. She had already switched hands several times and was getting a little tired. The boss 's penis was getting harder and harder, bigger and bigger. Eileen felt that the time was right, so she let go, bent down, turned her face to the side , and stuck out her tongue to lick the base of the penis. A faint fishy smell hit her face, but she could still bear it. Originally, Eileen had some concerns. She was worried about the Indian man's body odor, and even more afraid that he would behave . It's well known that India is a world-renowned country of rape, where women have virtually no status. Now it seems Old Qi's wife's worries were unnecessary; the boss took this interaction very seriously, not only maintaining personal hygiene but also showing no violent tendencies. Every nation has good and bad men; the key is whether the one you encounter is good or bad. Eileen thought that perhaps she was being too harsh on people; this Raja didn't seem too repulsive. Eileen raised her head, tossed her long hair, and then lowered it again, supporting the base of his penis with one hand while licking the side of it, up and down, left and right, back and forth, her tongue constantly circling, enveloping, sliding, and sucking. At the same time, she occasionally used her fingertips to gently caress his scrotum. The boss began to lose control; his breathing became increasingly heavy. Eileen began the actual oral sex. She kissed the boss's swollen glans, her tongue circling and licking the urethral opening, then slowly took the entire glans into her mouth, spat it out, tossed her long hair, leaned forward, grasped the base of his penis with one hand, opened her mouth, and deeply sucked it in. Suddenly, Raja's breathing seemed to stop. (Eileen knelt between the boss's legs, her buttocks raised high, her mouth open, deeply sucking.) Eileen's married life was relatively harmonious, but lacked passion. After giving birth, the child became the center of the family, and only affection and responsibility remained between the couple. When Eileen gave birth to her second child, she suffered from postpartum depression, which is common abroad and not considered a misfortune. She lost interest in her work, didn't get close to her , and always felt that her family and children were a burden. Eileen knew this was wrong and saw a psychologist, but she just couldn't get over it. Finally, the doctor suggested that she change her environment, which might help, so Eileen chose to go for training. After leaving home to live at school, Eileen's mood didn't improve. She still felt depressed, and her loneliness increased. This kind of in-service management program was essentially a way for the school to generate revenue. The students were all mid-level managers from various companies , using company funds to gain experience, expand their networks, and improve their career prospects. No one really wanted to learn anything, nor could they possibly learn anything. In their free time, everyone would go out to restaurants and bars. At first, Eileen didn't want to go, but later, having nothing else to do, she went along. The more sophisticated Americans, who usually maintained a respectable facade, couldn't hold their liquor; once drunk, their true colors were revealed. Eileen's classmates were all married, but after a few drinks, the single men and women started flirting, then hugging and kissing, eventually leading to them staying out together. Eileen didn't consider it a one-night stand; at most, it was just sex , because there was no emotional component. Several white male classmates also tried to seduce Eileen, one , in his late twenties, was tall, handsome, and very attentive to her. Eileen knew that American men didn't really have the concept of female confidantes; their only goal was to seduce women into bed. To be honest , Eileen didn't dislike this guy; she even had a slight crush on him. Most East Asian women prefer white men, especially those from developed countries, and Eileen was no exception. The young white man repeatedly invited Eileen on dates alone. On the first day, Eileen told him she was married and had a husband. The man shrugged and asked, "So what?" On the second day , Eileen told him she was not only married but also a mother of two. The man shrugged again and asked, "So what?" Eileen was still considering how to refuse on the third day, but it was unnecessary. On the third day, the young white man was seen arm-in-arm with a blonde woman from her class. Eileen was extremely disappointed; she stopped going to bars. That afternoon, after class, Eileen walked out of the classroom and looked up to see Pierre. It turned out Pierre had gone to an old...

Jinshan was on a business trip and stopped briefly. Eileen was delighted and led her boss to her place for tea and conversation. They talked
a lot, especially about anecdotes that had occurred at the company since Eileen left. Having covered everything, they
fell silent . Later, it's unclear who made the first move, but Eileen and her boss inexplicably ended up in bed together. Pierre was of French descent
and, it was said, had a history of promiscuity in his youth. He spoke slowly and deliberately, murmuring sweet nothings as he began to undress his female subordinate
. Eileen was both nervous and frightened. She knew she should resist, but she couldn't control her body. One
by one, Eileen's shirt, skirt, bra, and panties were thrown off the bed. Then came the embrace,
the kiss , and the caresses. Eileen first trembled, her breasts swelled, and her legs involuntarily twisted. Then,
a tingling sensation began in her uterus, spreading continuously along her vagina to her labia majora and minora. Pierre parted Eileen's legs, knelt
between them, and freed his hands to hold the woman's feet. He took off her flat shoes and, through her stockings, greedily smelled and kissed them,
first one, then the other. Eileen completely gave up; she felt like a snowman slowly
melting . The boss finally knelt down, taking his female subordinate's thick labia into his mouth and gently sucking on them
, so tenderly, so considerately. Eileen began to moan loudly, arching her legs to allow the boss's tongue to penetrate even
deeper , probing her clitoris. Finally, Eileen felt her uterus suddenly tighten, and a surge of rage erupted
forth.
My God, so this is what an orgasm is!
Eileen couldn't help but cry out.
Eileen fainted.
(V)
Life is so beautiful; before power, everyone is equal, and even the proudest woman will yield.
Raja felt very good now. He leaned against the headboard, arms propping him up, legs spread wide, thrusting his penis forward as far as possible
, his eyes half-closed as he looked down at his female subordinate beneath him: her cheeks were flushed red, unable to close, a few
pubic hairs clung to her lips, and a sticky, whitish fluid, whether semen or saliva, was dripping down
. Shiva, this was Irene, Old Qi's wife, the mother of two children, the once unattainable
goddess who had looked down on him. Raja could hardly believe it. Suddenly, a wonderful feeling, like
sunlight , arose from his scrotum, surged into his lower abdomen, and spread outwards. Raja closed his eyes, silently feeling
the warmth slowly flowing through his body, then he abruptly opened his eyes and looked down again.
*Plop, plop.*
His enormous penis, half in her mouth, hesitantly moving, half in his palm, thrusting in and out.
This was real!
This wasn't an illusion!
Raja was intoxicated. He admired his female subordinate with a touch of pity: her nimble tongue, sometimes flirtatious, sometimes
serious , tightly encircled the glans; her full lips, sometimes swallowing, sometimes licking, always encompassing the penis; and her
slender fingers, sometimes caressing, sometimes kneading, lingering on the scrotum. Eileen, after all, was a woman married for many years and a mother of
two ; her skills were adept, her movements practiced, her licking, sucking, scraping, holding, and nibbling all perfectly timed
, not to mention the professionalism and focus characteristic of a career woman. Raja closed his eyes again, savoring the experience
, enjoying it, and lost in thought.
Raja preferred women with fair skin, because in India, the fairer the skin, the higher the caste. He
had once gone to bars and hooked up with local white female college students—the kind who would try to get some pocket money from sugar daddies. At first
, Raja was quite pleased with himself, but after a few times, he grew tired of it, even finding it increasingly uninteresting. While white
girls were often attractive and sexy, their skin was rough, covered in sunspots, and they matured too early—
losing their virginity at fifteen or sixteen, and by their early twenties, their bodies were already sagging. Raja felt no sense of conquest with them
, only a feeling of being used. Eileen, on the other hand, wasn't white, but her skin was
fairer and smoother. She was already beautiful, and with age, she had gained a dignified and composed air, exuding
the mature charm of a professional woman. Eileen's confidence, independence, and self-love were, in Raja's eyes, a
unique allure and challenge. After all, conquering a respectable woman was far better than toying with a dozen prostitutes. Countless times
, in hallways, elevators, and conference rooms, Raja greedily gazed at Eileen's beautiful figure, unable to forget her.
And countless times, unable to suppress his lust, he would hide in a secluded restroom, unzip his pants, take out
his penis , and masturbate wildly until he was exhausted, then ejaculate.
People often assume that sexual harassment is a serious issue in the United States, but in so-called mainstream society, it's
not a big deal, and the higher you go, the more decadent it becomes. As a mid-to-high-level manager, you'd better not
harass a receptionist, because her status is low and her salary is meager. If she takes legal action, she might get
a huge sum of money, equivalent to decades of her income, so she's very likely to sue you. However, you can harass
interns, or other senior executives at similar levels. Interns aren't full-time employees, so there are many legal ambiguities
, and senior executives are keen on exchanging favors and are even less willing to fall out over sex, because that would be tantamount to
cutting themselves off from the entire circle and killing their careers. The proposal to downgrade the R&D center was
put forward by the older woman Megan, unrelated to Raja, but Raja also benefited. After the news spread, Raja kept an eye on
Eileen's actions, but he wasn't in a hurry to take the initiative. Finally, after hitting countless walls, Eileen had no choice but to ask him
for help . Raja readily agreed to help Eileen, persuade the older woman, and save the R&D center. Eileen was
a sensible woman; she knew there was no such thing as a free lunch, and immediately demanded that Raja state his conditions. Raja shook his head
, saying he had no conditions. Preserving the research and development meant preserving the company, and preserving the company meant preserving everyone's livelihood,
including his own. Finally, Raja proposed that since everyone had put aside past grievances and were working together, there should be a ceremony
. Seeing that Eileen didn't object, he continued to suggest a Hindu ritual of union between a man and a woman to demonstrate their
unity and harmony. Eileen considered it for a few days and then agreed, setting a time and place.
Perhaps Eileen had figured it out: the Hindu ritual of union was like the ancient Chinese practice of marriage alliances—humiliating as it was, it was better than
a complete breakdown in relations.
Raja closed his eyes. His attention gradually focused on his glans. He was losing
control ; his body convulsed in spasms at times, and then seemed to return to calm.
In Indian society, women were also a commodity. Based on age, appearance, temperament, and background, every
woman had a price. Caste, power, and wealth are the bargaining chips men use to buy women. Once they have enough chips, then...
With a little patience and skill, any woman can be won over. Back in university, Raja
shamelessly asked Eileen out, only to be repeatedly rejected. Later, at work, he was often humiliated.
Why? Because Raja's leverage wasn't enough. Now, Raja has succeeded, climbing to
the top, and naturally, he won't let Eileen go easily. India is a class society, and even more so, a caste society, with strict hierarchies
and layers of oppression. In the eyes of most Indians, servility to masters, deceit towards peers, and extortion of
subordinates are as natural and eternal as the Ganges River. Raja is considered relatively
good among Indians; at least his feelings for Eileen are devoted. When Raja loved Eileen, he wanted to
have sex with her, and when he resented her, he still wanted to have sex with her. After years of forbearance
and scheming, now it's harvest time. Raja finally got his wish, obtaining the woman he had longed for and
beginning to enjoy her alluring body. How could he not be incredibly excited? Raja knew
that he wasn't the only one interested in Eileen in the company; several high-ranking executives, the powerful ones, had also tried to get close, but ultimately
could only shake their heads and shrug. Some even suspected that Eileen had an unusual relationship with her backer, Pierre, but it
was just suspicion. Everyone speculated for a long time but couldn't find any evidence. For a time, Eileen seemed to
have become a moral exemplar among the company's upper echelons, admired and envied by many. Unexpectedly, his former goddess and moral
exemplar were now kneeling at his feet. The tingling pleasure on his glans was irresistible!
Raja became increasingly smug, his thoughts wandering even further. He seemed to have returned to a few years ago,
to that meeting where Raja proposed that the R&D department should also implement Six Sigma and Black Belt certifications. Everyone remained silent, except for
Eileen, who suddenly stood up and sternly reprimanded Raja, ordering him to shut up. This time, Raja didn't slump down as
he usually ; instead, he bravely stood up and shouted back, "You bitch,
you've gone too far! Get up on the platform, take off your pants, stick your ass out, and see how I deal with you!" Raja vaguely
saw Eileen looking at everyone with a pitiful expression, as if pleading for help. Everyone remained silent. Silence. After a long
while , Eileen reluctantly lowered her head, gently lifted her short skirt, slowly pulled down her underwear, spread her long legs,
and helplessly leaned on the conference table. Then, she slowly rolled her skirt up to her waist, her knees slightly bent, her waist languid, and her snow-white,
round buttocks were raised high. Everyone was stunned, and they all stood up, gathering around
Eileen and Raja. Some whispered, some pointed, and most were dumbfounded. *Slap!*
A heavy slap landed on Eileen
smack!* Another heavy slap, followed by another. Raja swung his arm, brutally
striking the woman while sternly shouting, "You filthy bitch, going against me is destroying the company's long-term
competitiveness! Tell me, do you deserve to be hit?" "Yes! Yes!" everyone cheered. Raja waved his hand, his gaze
sweeping around. The conference room fell silent. With a whoosh, Raja unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and
pulled out his enormous penis, which stood erect and throbbing with fury. "Good!" another cheer erupted.
Raja was intoxicated; the deafening shouts echoed in his ears: "Insert it! Insert it!" Raja
seemed to see himself walking confidently towards Eileen, leaning against her back, standing proudly, and assuming his position. "
You filthy bitch, tell me, shouldn't I, Raja, fuck you hard?" The entire room was silent. Eileen struggled to lift her head,
looking around as if begging. No one came to her aid. The poor woman turned back, looked at the thick
penis , and nodded helplessly. "Yes, I, Eileen, deserve to be fucked hard." Raja laughed triumphantly. He
parted Old Qi's wife's snow-white buttocks, revealing a hairy, wet vulva, the two dark red labia majora
already slightly parted. Raja's heart surged, his blood rushed. He extended his thumb, pressed it against the full labia, and spread them apart.
A pair of tender labia minora automatically opened, revealing a pearly clitoris. "Put it in! Put it in!"
The shouts of the crowd echoed through the sky. Raja, his penis erect and throbbing with rage, pressed against Eileen's wet
vulva . The woman's tender clitoris twitched and contracted, as if shyly awaiting something. The cheers gradually
subsided. Silence fell. *Thud!* The glistening glans slid in! All the way in! All the way in! The cheers
erupted again. It was midday, and the curtains in the conference room were open, letting in the bright,
unobstructed . Everyone held their breath, completely focused. Look, Raja's penis is so big and long! It's
penetrating, one inch, two inches, three inches, slowly being swallowed by Eileen's pubic hair. Good, almost there,
give it your all !
Oh no, something's wrong! Raja suddenly convulsed; his spinal cord felt like it was burning, growing hotter and hotter,
almost making it hard to breathe, and his testicles were also contracting sharply in waves. Oh no, the climax came too fast, I'm going to ejaculate
! What to do? Raja knew he was about to climax. He felt like his soul was leaving his body. He wanted to ejaculate,
he had to ejaculate, he absolutely had to ejaculate, but no, he couldn't! He hadn't penetrated all the way in yet. Wait, wait! Raja was unwilling
to give up. He didn't want to ejaculate prematurely. He had to persevere, he had to keep going. Ah! Raja cried out and suddenly opened
his eyes .
Between his legs, Eileen was still sucking, from the base to the glans, and then back to the base. Realizing that
her boss's climax was imminent, she spat out the penis from her mouth, raised her head, looked at Raja, and seemed to smile.
Then, she bent down again, turned her head to the side, and tightly took her boss's testicles into her mouth, her tongue licking and sucking them smoothly. At the same time
, her right hand gripped the base of the penis and moved it back and forth quickly. It was so wonderful! Raj arched his back
, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands, wishing this wonderful moment could last forever. But his dream was
quickly shattered. Eileen released her lips, spitting out his clenched testicles. She stopped, holding his erect penis at an angle
, and then, with her nimble tongue, she gently licked along the base of his penis, following the vas deferens—
once, twice, three times. The poor testicles, suddenly released, were
momentarily spasmed. Raj felt a heat in his lower abdomen, and his vas deferens swelled. No, no! Raj could no longer control
himself; a thick stream of semen surged out, flying diagonally, gracefully tracing an
arc, and splashing onto the carpet a meter away. Ah! Raj let out a desperate roar.
Eileen's tongue continued licking, four times, five times, six times. Raja's lower abdomen was still burning hot, his body
His body shuddered, and ah, another thick stream of semen gushed out violently, flying with all its might,
landing on the carpet beside the bed, far away. Raja felt a mixture of pain and pleasure; his body felt completely drained, yet the woman
still wouldn't let him go. Seven times, eight times, nine times. Raja groaned in pain, his body suddenly jolted, lifted up,
and then fell heavily back onto the bed. The last spurt of semen shot out, without regret, tracing a beautiful
arc once more, and then, *plop*, landed somewhere unknown.
Shiva!
It's over.

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