My bumpy journey with Sister Ting

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I remember it was summer when I first joined the company. Ting was preparing for a speech organized by the group. She was wearing a black professional short skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and sexy high heels, which perfectly accentuated her alluring and tall figure. She was truly an irresistible beauty. I stared at her long legs, unable to look away, swallowing hard. When Ting noticed me staring at her thighs, she wasn't angry or unhappy at all. Instead, she patted her thighs, lifted her skirt up, almost revealing her inner thighs, and giggled, saying, "Oh, look at our handsome young man, his eyes are practically glued to his face, he's drooling! My legs are still pretty, aren't they? You have to give me full marks in the speech competition today, you hear me?"

My face flushed instantly, and I quickly nodded, saying, "Sister Ting, of course! I'll definitely give you full marks, and not only that, I'll also persuade the other new colleagues who joined with me to give you full marks too." Ting was overjoyed upon hearing this, blowing me a kiss and saying she absolutely adored me. She said she wanted to reward me for winning a prize, and asked if I could touch her leg. I couldn't believe my ears; my head felt completely fuzzy. Without thinking, I said, "Sure, really?!" Ting rolled her eyes at me and said, "Sure, my foot! You wish! I'm a married woman. Do you think you can just let me touch your legs? If your brother-in-law finds out you're after me, he'll break your legs!"

Therefore, she knew from the beginning that I was drooling over her long legs. What was puzzling was that in our subsequent work interactions, instead of avoiding the issue, she always made suggestive moves, which in turn fueled my inappropriate desires for her. However, I'm quite self-aware; I know she has no feelings for me and would never be interested in a poor guy like me with no connections. Perhaps her flirting and seduction was simply a way for her to enjoy the sense of accomplishment of being coveted by other men. That's the only interpretation I could come up with. There were only three people in the large administrative office of the archives: Jing, Ting, and me. Jing usually went home to rest at noon, leaving just Ting and me in the office. Sometimes she would go upstairs with her colleagues to play badminton, and sometimes she would lay out a mat in the office and practice yoga. I usually wore headphones and played games, and we didn't bother each other.

When Ting practiced yoga in the office, she would usually change into silk shorts, revealing her incredibly alluring white legs, so I could never concentrate on my game. I would sneak glances every now and then, and take a picture or record a video with my phone when she wasn't looking. Once, Ting wanted to practice a handstand, but after several attempts, she couldn't succeed. She called me over and said, "Zhang XX, come help me with something." I went over, looking blank. She put her hands on the ground and slowly lifted her legs off the ground, a difficult move. She asked me to hold her legs to help her maintain her balance. This was the first time I had observed her beautiful legs so closely, and the first time I had touched them. My heart was pounding, and my hands were trembling.

Ting called from below, "You better hold on tight, don't let your hands shake! If you twist my neck, I'll be clinging to you for the rest of my life!" I quickly said I would hold on firmly, and then I gripped her ankle tightly, carefully observing the delicate skin texture and pale blue veins on her beautiful legs. Damn, I couldn't take it anymore, the temptation was too great, I was almost getting a nosebleed. I thought to myself, this is a rare opportunity to openly hold her beautiful legs, if I don't take advantage of it, I'll be letting God down. So I pretended to look for a foothold to hold onto, and my hands wandered over her thighs and calves, caressing them. They were so damn smooth and delicate, the feel was amazing, I almost stuck out my tongue to lick them, but in the end, I had the desire but not the courage.

I remember one noon, Ting had just gone out to play badminton and came back not long after, frowning and looking pained. I quickly asked her what happened, and Ting said she fell while saving a shot and bumped her leg. Then, she sat on the sofa in the office and showed me her legs. I noticed a bruise on the back of her right thigh, very noticeable against her fair skin. It was quite distressing. I reached out and touched it, and Ting cried out in pain, even slapping me, saying, "Be gentle! Don't you know how to be gentle with a woman?" I rummaged through my drawer and found a bottle of safflower oil. I said, "Let me apply some medicine and rub it in for you. Just bear with it; it'll go away on its own.

" Ting said she could do it herself, so I gave her the medicine. She reached behind her leg, found it a bit difficult, and said, "You should help me." I rubbed the safflower oil in my palm to warm it up, then massaged it on her thigh. When I massaged the sore spots, Ting moaned softly, "Ah~ Ouch~," much more seductive than the cries of actresses in adult films. I couldn't help but start fantasizing, and my hand gradually expanded the area of my massage, moving past the bruise to the inside of Ting's thigh. I first touched it tentatively, and she didn't stop me with her eyes closed, so I got bolder and put my hand inside her shorts, starting to stroke her inner thigh.

As I recall, she didn't react when my hand lingered on Ting's inner thigh, so I stroked there for a while, then my entire palm was inside her shorts. When I was groping between her legs, my fingers touched a tuft of soft pubic hair, which seemed to be a little damp. Ting's body trembled, and she kicked me in the chest, saying, "Where are you touching? Do you believe I'll kick you to death?!" I was kicked to the ground, my fingers sticky, so I secretly wiped them on my body a couple of times. The atmosphere was really awkward at that moment. Ting glared at me for a while with a stern face, then suddenly smiled brightly, stretched her leg, and said, "Zhang XX, come here, apply the medicine properly for me, don't get any funny ideas, you hear me?!"

I went over and started massaging her leg, saying, "Sister, I didn't mean to." Ting said, "Alright, don't explain. Everyone knows your tricks. Men are all the same. If you keep acting so disrespectfully, I'll report you to the boss. I'll see which department will want you then." I said, "No, Sister Ting, I know I was wrong." While I was massaging Ting, a woman suddenly pushed open the door and came in. It was a female colleague from another department. She asked Ting, "Is your leg okay? Should I take you to see a doctor?" When the woman saw that I was massaging Ting's leg, she looked incredibly embarrassed. She said, "It's good that you're alright. I'm going back to the court," and then turned and walked out of the office. Ting's face changed, and she stood up and limped after me.

A few minutes later, Ting came back limping, saying, "Zhang XX, you've ruined me! Do you believe I'll be spreading rumors at work tomorrow that we're having an affair?" I said, "No way! I was just helping you apply some medicine. Isn't that woman your friend who plays ball with you often? She wouldn't be so gossipy as to spread rumors, would she?" Ting said, "Zhang XX, you're really funny. You can treat your colleagues as friends? You know women love to gossip, right? They'd love to see you make a fool of yourself!" Fine, let people talk. If I cared about what others thought, I wouldn't be able to stay at work. Haven't there been enough rumors about me over the years… Ouch, oh my god, that hurts! I think I twisted my ankle again after running a few steps. Can you take a look?"

This time I was cautious. I closed both the inner and outer doors of the archives room before returning to the sofa and asked her which foot it was. She held out her right foot. I took off her sneakers and then her beige socks, holding her smooth feet in my hands, massaging and kneading them, applying safflower oil wherever it hurt. Ting's feet were also very beautiful, her toenails were neatly trimmed, painted with pink and royal blue nail polish, very sexy and cute. Just playing with those little feet made me incredibly aroused. Ting closed her eyes, looking like she was enjoying it, and said, "Zhang xx, I must say, you massage really well, but you're too unruly. Otherwise, I would have made you my personal masseur." I just chuckled dryly and didn't reply.

Halfway through the massage, Ting suddenly opened her eyes, staring at my bulging crotch for a while, her expression strange, and said, "Zhang xx, I advise you not to get any ideas about me, you hear me? You're not my type, and I don't lack men. As for you, if you can't suppress your desires, go find Jing. Just look at her unsatisfied look, she's asking for it. Go and take her." I said, "Sister Ting, don't joke like that, it'll kill you! You can't even afford to mess with Sister Jing, do you think I'd have the guts to make a move on her?!" Ting rolled her eyes at me and said reproachfully, "Then how come you dare to make a move on me? Do you think I'm easy to bully, or do you think I'm a very promiscuous woman?!" I quickly shook my head and said neither. Since things had come to this point, I could only tell her the truth. So I took a deep breath and said, "Sister Ting, I'll tell you the truth."

Ting tilted her head and asked, "Zhang XX, are you saying that what you told me before wasn't the truth, right?!" I quickly explained again, saying, "Sister, you're so beautiful, especially your legs—they're so long, slender, and white. I was completely captivated when I first joined the company, so I couldn't help myself and touched a place I shouldn't have. But I'm definitely not a pervert." Ting stared intently at me and said, "Zhang XX, you're the boldest and most reckless person I've ever met. You actually have inappropriate thoughts about an older, married female colleague like me who works in the same department. Don't you understand the principle of 'a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow'?!" I said I understood, but I just like you, and I can't control myself.

Ting stared into my eyes for a while, then said, "Zhang XX, can I interpret this as you wanting to sleep with me for a long time?" Damn, this woman is so direct, she doesn't mince words at all, she's really too sharp. But I didn't want to argue, explaining at this point would just be covering up. Anyway, I was going to take the plunge, so I gritted my teeth and said, "Yes, Sister Ting, I've wanted to sleep with you for a long time. Whether it's your personality, your looks, or your figure, you're exactly my type of woman." Ting was taken aback, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she giggled and

said, "Zhang XX, you're really honest. Is this a confession to me?!" I didn't say anything. Ting continued, "Zhang XX, let me tell you something interesting. I don't know why, but every time I see a toad on the street, someone confesses to me, and the omens are incredibly accurate." My expression froze instantly. Wasn't what this woman was implying? That I was a toad trying to eat swan meat? Ting covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "Don't misunderstand, I knew you'd overthink it. My first love confessed to me when I saw a toad, and my husband did too." "You're a top student from a prestigious university in the capital, and I'm just a vocational college graduate. How dare you call me a toad?!" I put Ting's foot aside, refusing to serve her anymore, and said, "It's nothing, a toad is a toad."

Seeing my displeasure, Ting changed the subject, saying, "Zhang XX, I understand you're at your age with overflowing hormones, and you don't have a girlfriend, so you want to find a woman to release your pent-up desires. I'm not kidding, you should really consider Jing. That woman is a slut at heart, she must be incredibly empty, lonely, and thirsty right now, waiting for you to fuck her hard with your big cock! I see your pants are quite impressive, she'll definitely be satisfied, so you don't need to hold back at all, fuck her to death and help me vent my anger." I was stunned, my mouth agape for a long time. Was this still the well-mannered Ting? She never swears, but now she was spewing profanities right in front of me, making no attempt to hide words like "penis" and "fuck"—words I wouldn't even dare to utter lightly. I caught my breath and said, "Ting-jie, there must be some misunderstanding between you and Jing-jie. We work under the same roof, seeing each other all the time, why do you hate her so much?!"

Ting scoffed and said, "I'm telling you the truth. Do you know how that slut got divorced? She was having an affair with her husband's friend, and when her husband found out, they did a paternity test, and the child wasn't her husband's!" My jaw dropped, utterly shocked. I asked, "Ting-jie, how do you know?" Ting sneered, "You're the only one in the whole company who doesn't know. Zhang XX, tell me the truth, that slut has badmouthed me to you, hasn't she? She's spread a lot of rumors at the company, saying I slept with this leader or that executive. If I had that kind of ability, would I still be just an ordinary employee like you?" "Can you believe this?!"

I thought to myself, "Of course I do! I often see Ting going to the office of a project manager. Once, when I came back from running errands at the project site, a colleague who was on good terms with me told me that he had personally seen Ting get into the back seat of an Audi A6 with a man in his forties or fifties, and the car started shaking a few minutes later. If this hadn't happened, people wouldn't have made up stories about her like that. Don't tell me she was researching the shock absorption of German cars. Women, you know, looks and bodies can be a kind of price tag." But when she asked me for my opinion of her, I still lied and said, "Ting, rumors stop with the wise. I never believe those kinds of baseless rumors." Ting was about to say something when we heard the sound of the access card being swiped open. It must be Jing coming back to work after her lunch break. Ting and I quickly returned to our seats.

About half a year later, there was a personnel change in the company. Yun was successfully promoted to office director, and the position of deputy director of the archives became vacant. Jing and Ting started a fierce competition for the position, using connections and vying for it. At the time, I was also entangled with Yun, who warned me to stay away from Ting. When I asked Yun, I learned that many people in the company were spreading rumors about an inappropriate relationship between me and Ting, even revealing specific details. Someone claimed to have witnessed me holding Ting's leg, turning sideways, and having sex with her on the office sofa; the sounds of our lovemaking could be heard from a distance. The rumors were incredibly exaggerated. However, these rumors weren't entirely baseless. It was likely due to the medicine I applied to Ting's leg six months prior; otherwise, I wouldn't have been implicated. But the timeframe was too long; it must have been triggered by this personnel change. In fact, whenever there are personnel changes, there are always reports and leaks. The complexity of interpersonal relationships in state-owned enterprises, the terrifying nature of rumors, and the cruelty of survival are all exposed. During that period, I didn't dare go to the cafeteria for meals on time; I usually waited until it was past lunchtime and less crowded.

One day at lunchtime in the cafeteria, as I was carrying my plate after getting my food and looking for a seat, I heard someone call my name. I turned around and saw Ting sitting with five or six other people. There was one empty seat left, so she gestured for me to sit down. I felt a little awkward, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down. Ting patted my shoulder and said, "Zhang XX, I've heard lately that we seem to be having an affair. Is it true?!" I didn't expect Ting to say this in public. I thought to myself, I don't know which jerk has such a foul mouth. These days, if you don't have solid evidence, what is it if not slander and defamation? Ting laughed and said, "So what if we're having an affair? Here, have a chicken leg." She picked up a chicken leg and put it on my plate. Everyone at the table burst into laughter. Everyone treated the whole thing as a joke. I didn't expect Ting to clarify the rumor so easily and humorously. I have to admire this woman's emotional intelligence.

Yun plans to transfer me to the office to write articles for the leaders. If I leave, it'll mean no one will be doing the work for Ting, leaving only her and Jing in the archives. Jing has always been resentful of her, so it'll be like a constant battleground. I don't want to take sides and be caught in the middle. Regardless of whether writing articles for the leaders is good or bad, I have to leave. Ting desperately tries to persuade me to stay, saying, "Zhang XX, don't be fooled by Yun. The office is a much deeper place. It's not just about who can write well that gets promoted. Look at those office leaders, none of them got there because of that. It's all about connections. But the archives are different now. They're undergoing IT infrastructure development and need someone with technical skills and organizational abilities. This opportunity is for you. I have definite information from the leaders: the archives will be separated from the office staff and become an independent department. There will be an Information Archives Management Center under the archives, and you will be the head of that center, essentially my deputy. Don't you want to seize this opportunity?!" I insisted on leaving, and seeing there was no way to change her mind, Ting's attitude changed drastically, becoming unusually cold.

After that, I had very little contact with Ting privately. Why? Mainly because my transfer to the office meant we had a falling out. Also, since that rumor, everyone had to be careful not to get too close, and Ting knew I had feelings for her, so she always intentionally or unintentionally avoided me. That's how people are; the more unattainable something is, the more they want it. The colder Ting was to me, the more I wanted to conquer her. Since I'd already made things clear, I wasn't afraid of embarrassment anymore. After work, I frequently texted her, asking her out for dinner or to play badminton on weekends. At first, she replied that she was busy, but later she stopped replying altogether. Actually, once that barrier between a man and a woman is crossed, regardless of whether they develop a romantic relationship, at least the awkwardness is gone. So, I became bolder and thicker-skinned, deciding to talk to her face-to-face.

One day at noon, I went back to my old office to pack up and move. After Jing went home for lunch, Ting was packing her badminton rackets in the office, preparing to go play. She ignored me, treating me like I wasn't there. I went over, closed the office door, and locked it. Ting frowned and asked, "Zhang XX, what do you want?" I pushed her against the wall and said, "We used to have a good relationship. How come it's so difficult and troublesome to even invite you to dinner now?!" Ting said, "We used to have a good relationship, but not anymore. You know why."

I said, "Does this mean we won't even be good friends anymore?!" Ting said, "Colleagues are just colleagues. We can't become close friends. Don't be so naive. If you go back to work in the archives, we'll be like before. But if you insist on leaving, don't bother me all the time. I'm annoyed. Don't I know what you're up to?!" I said, "Sister Ting, I really like you. I think about you day and night." Ting said, "Zhang XX, you've misjudged our relationship from the start. Okay, move aside. Don't waste your time on me. I'm not interested in you. You could use that energy to find a younger girl, or consider my suggestion from the other day—getting that slut Jing wouldn't be bad either."

I said, "Sister Ting, I'm only interested in you. It's just having a meal together. What can I do to you?!" I understand now. You're the head of the archives now. You don't need me to help you achieve results anymore. You're putting on airs and need to avoid suspicion. Ting said, "If that's how you think, there's nothing I can do. I just feel like you're wasting your time doing meaningless things. Our old way of getting along was so much better. Why do you have to let that simple colleague relationship get tainted?! You want to treat me to dinner, right? No problem, I'll bring a girl along and maybe even play matchmaker for you two. You're at the right age for marriage; you shouldn't be wasting your energy on a married woman like me." I reluctantly let go of her, returning to my seat like a deflated balloon, feeling utterly listless.

Although Ting is a shrewd woman, and rumors say she's always messing around with powerful men, I've never seen it with my own eyes. Even if she really is that kind of person, I still can't help but like her. Perhaps every man has this complex: what you can't have is always the best. The more complex a woman is, the more you want to dissect her, understand her, control her, and conquer her. However, I still didn't give up. To get closer to and pursue Ting, I went to great lengths to be attentive. Simple dinners and movies didn't work, so I tried a different approach. I needed to figure out what Ting needed and what I could do. Finally, I found a connection, so I messaged her on WeChat, saying, "Ting, do you know what the bottleneck and weakness is that's hindering your career advancement?" Unsurprisingly, she replied quickly, saying it was her education. She said that most middle-level managers nowadays have at least a bachelor's degree, while she only had a junior college diploma.

I suggested she consider an MBA (Master of Business Administration) or MPA (Master of Public Administration). I explained that it wasn't as difficult as it seemed, only two years to complete, and part-time programs were easier to get into. Plus, it offered both a diploma and a degree certificate, recognized by government agencies, state-owned enterprises, and the general public. Ting's interest was immediately piqued. She asked, "Are you sure you can get a diploma?" I said, "Of course I am. I'm recommending my school; I know the situation very well. If you don't hurry and take the exam now, in two years when the national education system is reformed, part-time MBA diplomas will be marked 'non-full-time,' unlike now where they're indistinguishable from full-time diplomas." Ting immediately asked me to meet in person. She asked, "Zhang XX, I want to take the postgraduate entrance exam. Do you have any connections with professors?" I said, "Of course! I can help you contact professors. As long as you pass the written exam, you're guaranteed to get in. The syllabus will be released in September. Do you want to try this year?"

Ting was very happy and said she had wanted to take the exam for a long time, but her English was too weak. "Can you tutor me?" she asked. I said, "Absolutely no problem. Come to my house after work. I'll definitely teach you until you understand." Ting was even happier and said she would definitely thank me if she passed. But then she said seriously, "I know you want to use this to your advantage. I advise you not to waste your time. I'm really not interested in a kid like you. I only like mature, successful men. But, kid, education is really my Achilles' heel. If you can really help me get a master's degree, I'll reluctantly let you sleep with me. Want to know what it's like to have sex with me? We'll see how you perform in the future!"

Ting covered her mouth and laughed as she said this. My penis immediately became incredibly hard, feeling like it was about to explode. I cursed her in my mind, wanting nothing more than to strip her naked and fuck her right then and there. Ting then teased me, saying, "Zhang XX, you don't know, my breasts are prettier than my legs. If I pass the postgraduate entrance exam this time, I can let you check them out first. But before that, don't even think about it, understand?!" I nodded repeatedly. What could I say after she said that? I immediately started collecting materials for her postgraduate entrance exam. I also felt that I couldn't win her over in a short time, so I decided to play the long game. There would be plenty of opportunities later. This woman wasn't some virgin; she was just putting on an act. I wasn't sure I couldn't handle her.

Some time passed like this. One noon, Ting came back from playing ball and asked me, "Zhang XX, do you still have any safflower oil?" I asked, "What's wrong? Did you get hurt again?" She said the court floor was slippery, and someone had spilled mineral water on it, causing her to slip and fall hard on her bottom. Her leg wasn't injured, but her back seemed to have twisted and was a little sore. Then, she lifted her sweatshirt a bit for me to examine. I didn't see any redness or bruises, but I noticed a dragonfly-shaped tattoo on her lower abdomen. I said, "Sister, you got a tattoo?" She said yes, before she got married. "Don't you think women with tattoos are bad women?"

I've always believed that women with tattoos aren't necessarily bad women, but they are definitely open-minded. However, I couldn't tell the truth, so I laughed and replied, "You can't simply equate the two. What era are we living in? People's views have changed a lot. This dragonfly looks pretty; does it have any special meaning?" She said there was no special meaning; she just thought it looked nice and got it, wanting every man who saw her body to remember her forever. I said, "Then I'm one of those men, right?" Ting said, "You don't count. You're different from them. You're the only man who's seen this design but hasn't slept with me."

I said, "You don't even give me a chance, how can I sleep with you?" Ting retorted, "I don't like you at all, and you have no power or background, why should I sleep with you?!" Hearing this, I felt a wave of frustration and really wanted to slap her. I asked, "How many men have you slept with?" Ting laughed and said, "Too many for you to count, anyway, that's what you think." I said, "You're just trying to provoke me. Come on, let me see your waist." She cooperated and lay down on the sofa. I closed the bedroom door. After so long, I touched Ting's body again, and I was so excited. I first massaged her waist for a while, and then my attention shifted to her long legs. My hand slid down her waist, stroking down her thighs. The smooth, warm feel was so alluring. Surprisingly, Ting didn't object. She just turned over to face me, her eyes fixed on my hand movements, her face expressionless.

I don't know where I got the courage, but I picked up Ting's foot and put one of her pink-toed toes in my mouth to suck. She didn't react much, neither struggling nor scolding me, just a slight upturn of her lips, looking very proud. I felt encouraged, and after sucking on her toe for a while, I licked up her instep, my tongue sweeping across her calf and upwards, leaving trails of moisture on her smooth, white thighs. This was a wish I'd had for so many days, and it had come true so easily; it felt like a dream. I looked up at Ting, and she was looking at me too, biting her lip, her eyes filled with something indescribable.

Like a pervert, I fondled Ting's long legs, sometimes gently rubbing them with my face, and sometimes licking them with my tongue, almost licking every inch of her thighs. Finally, I rolled up the cuffs of her athletic shorts and licked her thighs all the way up, my tongue sweeping around there. I even got a few soft black pubic hairs stuck in my mouth. Ting leaned against the sofa, her legs trembling, and she made faint moans through her nose. Her eyes were glazed, and her face was flushed as if it were about to burst into tears. She said in a trembling voice, "Zhang xx, don't go too far... Ah—stop it, it's almost time for work, Jing will be back soon."

I couldn't stop in this state, and I was no longer satisfied with just playing with and kissing her beautiful legs. I reached out to pull down her shorts, trying to remove the barrier between us, but Ting held onto the top of her shorts tightly and wouldn't let me take them off. I tried several times but couldn't get them off, so I gave up. However, I thought of another way, so I rolled up her trouser legs as much as possible, revealing the entire view of her inner thighs: thick, black pubic hair, a narrow, secluded valley, and plump, bright red labia tightly constricted by her panties. In a fleeting glimpse, I saw it was glistening with moisture. What surprised me most was a pink, dome-shaped protrusion, about the size of a little finger, at the upper part of the valley—that must be the clitoris. (First published on Xingba)

I was shocked. I had never seen such a large clitoris in my life. My wife, Yun, and Jing all have small ones; you can't even see them unless you deliberately spread them apart. Ting is truly a woman unlike any other. I curled Ting's legs up and placed them on my shoulders, then leaned in and buried my head between her legs. I first used my tongue to pry open her labia, stirring it inside her vagina for a while, then sucked the fluid secreted there into my mouth. Ting hugged my head tightly, arching her body, and without caring that we were in the office, she raised her neck and started moaning.

Next, I began my focused attack, sucking on her clitoris with my tongue, circling the tip. Ting suddenly grabbed my hair, letting out a loud scream as her body trembled like a sieve, her mouth uttering broken cries of "Get up... No..." She cried out "No," but made no attempt to push me away. Instead, she grabbed my head and forcefully pressed it into her crotch. Suddenly, I felt a gush of fluid gushing from her vulva, a particularly large amount that covered my mouth, nose, and face, leaving it sticky, slippery, and with a slightly fishy smell. My penis was so aroused I was about to explode, so I hoisted Ting's beautiful legs onto my shoulders and buried my head between her legs, licking even more vigorously. Ting moaned and gasped for breath; her body went from trembling to convulsing. Her delicate features were somewhat distorted, her hair disheveled and messy, and she swayed as she stood up like a ghost, muttering, "Zhang xx, you're such a pervert! I shouldn't have let you touch me! You're going to kill me!"

Just then, the faint sound of banging came from the iron gate outside the archives corridor. Ting and I jolted, standing up quickly and returning to our seats. My phone, which was on the table, rang. It was Jing calling, asking if I was in the office; she had forgotten her access card when she left at noon and asked me to come and open the gate. I hung up and glanced at Ting. Her face was flushed red. As if suddenly remembering something, she ran to the window, opened it, said she was going to die, and then slumped onto her desk, covering her face with her coat.

After I opened the door for Jing, she entered the office without noticing anything amiss. She only noticed Ting slumped over her desk and asked what was wrong. I said she seemed sick. Jing said, "Go see a doctor if you're sick, don't infect everyone..." Upon hearing this, Ting immediately stood up and slammed her hand on the desk, asking, "What do you mean?" Jing retorted, "Can't you understand human language?" The two women, who already disliked each other, started arguing. Seeing the tense atmosphere in the office, I quickly went to mediate. Jing subconsciously considered me her man, and seeing that I didn't take her side, she glared at me angrily, sat down, and turned her back to me, as if to say, "Zhang XX, you just wait, you'll never touch me again."

I went to Ting's side, took her arm, and said if she wasn't feeling well, she should see a doctor, but actually, I wanted to call her out of the office. Ting, her face grim, muttered, "You pervert, don't touch me, get lost." Having been turned away by her, I wisely walked away and went outside the archives room to smoke a cigarette. Thinking about what had just happened, it felt fucking satisfying. Standing outside, the wind made my face feel tight and uncomfortable—the sticky residue Ting had left on me had dried and solidified. I went to the restroom next to the archives room to wash my face. Just then, Ting came out to wash her face too. She said, "Zhang XX, you'd better keep what happened between us to yourself for the rest of your life. If you dare utter a single word, I'll castrate you."

I said, "I was involved too, how could I lie?!" Ting suddenly covered her face and started sobbing. I didn't know if it was because I had bullied her or because of her argument with Jing, but she was crying very sadly. I locked the outside of the restroom, then hugged Ting and gently comforted her. After Ting put on her high heels, we were about the same height, so I kissed her face, licking away her tears with my tongue; the taste was a little bitter. She pushed me away twice but couldn't, so she stopped struggling. To my surprise, she turned her face and pressed her lips to mine, kissing me passionately. I was flattered and stunned for a moment before responding enthusiastically. We kissed passionately for two or three minutes, when suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my tongue. I quickly pulled away and discovered that she had bitten my tongue during the kiss. I was a little confused and asked her what she meant. Ting said, "Zhang XX, I hate your tongue. If you dare to bully me again, it won't be as easy as a bite as a warning."

Since that day when Ting and I had that groundbreaking intimate encounter in the office, I hadn't had a chance to be alone with her for a long time. She also ignored me at work. I felt uneasy, like I had gained something and then lost it. For the first time, I felt heartbroken because I felt completely unable to control our relationship. Later, I told Ting that the postgraduate entrance exam was approaching and we should start preparing now. Ting's attitude towards me changed somewhat; at least she wouldn't ignore my texts anymore. She would also come out to eat when I asked her, but she insisted on going to a place far away to avoid running into acquaintances and causing trouble. Of course, I also wanted to go to a faraway place, usually to a relatively upscale farmhouse restaurant. After eating, I would drive her around, find a quiet place with few cars and people, park the car, and then I would touch Ting's legs while she sat in the passenger seat, wantonly caressing her long, beautiful legs.

Our relationship was unspoken, and as long as I didn't go too far, she would usually allow me to touch her a couple of times. Sometimes she would even cooperate by putting her legs up on the windshield, so I would lean in and lick and touch them, bringing my face close to observe the smooth skin and faintly visible pale blue veins on her legs, as if I were playing with a work of art. However, it wasn't so easy when I tried to take things further. I reached my hand to the inside of her thigh, and Ting lowered her leg from the windshield, trying to pull my hand away. But I wouldn't let go, and she slapped my head. I placed my palm on the mound of her vulva, pinching her two plump, warm, and moist labia with my fingers. She used her knee to firmly hold my arm in place, angrily saying, "Zhang XX, if you keep going like this, I won't go out with you anymore!" I withdrew my hand, no longer teasing her, but my fingers were still sticky with her fluid, so I put them in my mouth and sucked on them. Ting's face turned bright red, and she spat, calling me a pervert.

Later, I helped her register for graduate school online, contacted schools and professors for her, enrolled her in several tutoring classes, and accompanied her to classes on weekends when I had time. I had a girlfriend at the time, the one Yun introduced me to, who later became my wife. But I spent more time, energy, and money on Ting than on my girlfriend. Looking back, I feel really bad for my wife. The key is that I put in a lot of effort, but I still couldn't get Ting into bed. At most, we could hug, caress, or lick each other a couple of times, not even kissing, let alone having sex. Ting told me that she was planning to have a baby this year and was currently taking folic acid to regulate her body. I felt a little disappointed after hearing that. I realized I had truly fallen in love with her, but she was a married woman, and I had a girlfriend. This was destined to be a doomed relationship. Later, as I went on more dates with Ting, her resistance gradually decreased, and she became much more obedient than at the beginning. As long as my requests weren't too outrageous, she would comply. As mentioned before, I have a leg fetish, and every time I asked her out, I would ask her to wear a certain color of stockings for me to see, and she would comply, greatly satisfying my fetish.

That year, under my guidance, Ting passed her postgraduate entrance exam and went to Beijing for the interview. Ting asked me what to wear. I asked her, "Ting, do you still have the outfit you wore to that speech contest? I think you looked elegant yet sexy in it." Ting rolled her eyes at me and said, "You still remember that?" Then she actually wore that outfit—a black business skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and sexy high heels—she was incredibly alluring. The unique charm, intelligence, and competence of a professional woman instantly ignited my desire. I pulled her into my arms, stroked her thighs, and said, "Ting, don't forget what you promised me. If you got into postgraduate school, I'd have to have sex with you. You have to keep your promise after you pass the interview."

Ting, usually so carefree, became quite shy. She said, "You can't confuse things. I meant after I get my diploma. You know how hard it is to write a thesis… Of course, I think I did say I'd let you see my breasts after I got into postgraduate school, hehe, but if you're not interested, that's fine too." I swallowed hard and said, "I'm practically burning with desire, how could I not be interested? (First published on Xingba!) The results will be out after the interview today. Be prepared, we're going to get to know each other's bodies properly in the hotel tonight." Ting said, "Zhang XX, can you stop being so impatient? I'm a little scared of you." (First published on Xingba)

The results came out that afternoon after the interview, and Ting was confirmed as accepted. She was incredibly nervous before the results were announced, her palms sweating profusely. When she found out she'd been accepted, she excitedly hugged me and said, "Zhang XX, I really got in! We'll be alumni now, and I'll graduate from a prestigious university! I'm so happy! I was worried they'd discriminate against vocational school graduates during the interview." I said, "You did really well, and I even put in a good word for you. Are you satisfied now? Tonight's the time to fulfill your promise." Ting said, "Is that all you can think about? I'm so scared." I said, "You've seen it all, what are you afraid of?" She leaned against me and whispered in my ear, "Senior, I'm afraid your penis is too big," then burst out laughing. It was blatant flirting, and my erection instantly became apparent. I felt like an unstable compound, ready to explode at any moment. I booked a well-regarded five-star hotel; I was really going all out to win her over.

That evening, after dinner, we returned to the hotel. Ting went to the bathroom to wash up, and I took the opportunity to pull out a pre-prepared recording device from my bag. I secretly placed it in a hidden spot on the table opposite the bed, turned on high-definition recording mode, and secretly saved everything that happened in bed that night. I know this is somewhat immoral, but I want to relive tonight's scenes often, to relive how I got my goddess-like married colleague into bed and fucked her hard, to relive how she behaved during sex with me. This recording will be proof that I fulfilled my loser's dream.

After Ting came out of the bathroom, she lay on her back on the bed, covering her slightly flushed face with a pillow, and said, "Zhang XX, I'm really embarrassed, please let me go!" I climbed onto the bed, pinned Ting down, said "Don't even think about it," and leaned in to kiss her. Ting blocked my mouth with her hand, saying, "Then you have to promise to write all my term papers and graduation theses from now on. I hate writing the most." I told her I wouldn't help her because I was afraid she'd break her promise, and that she should find someone else. Ting looked like she was about to cry, grabbing my collar and saying, "Senior, please."

I panted and said, "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Don't worry, I'll help you to the end and guarantee you'll graduate and get your certificate smoothly. But can I cash out my promise in advance?!" Ting punched my shoulder and said, "You bad guy!" I sealed her lips with mine, my tongue prying open her teeth and swirling inside her mouth. Ting closed her eyes, initially a little passive, but gradually adapted to my kiss and responded passionately. Our tongues intertwined, constantly exchanging battlegrounds, sometimes in her mouth, sometimes in mine, the room echoing with the sounds of sucking and smacking as we swallowed each other's saliva.

While I was kissing Ting, my hands weren't idle either. One hand slipped inside her black business skirt, groping between her legs, while the other hand kneaded her full breasts. Ting's breathing quickened, and she let out muffled moans. Soon, I felt her panties were wet, and her inner thighs were glistening with moisture. I knew that today's encounter with her was definitely going to "come to fruition." We kissed passionately for about seven or eight minutes, constantly entwining and demanding, neither of us wanting to stop. Our tongues were almost numb when I finally pulled away from her lips and moved on. Ting opened her eyes and looked at me, her gaze hazy, full of desire, as if reluctant to part. I lowered my head and sucked on her earlobe. Ting's body trembled, and she let out a soft moan, calling my name. Her juices flowed even more.

During that time, Jing, Yun, and I, two mature women, would practice our bedroom skills every week. I even had to give my wife feedback when I got home. My bedroom techniques had been honed through real-life experiences with three women, and I knew how to quickly arouse and ignite a woman's desire during foreplay. Following my pre-set foreplay routine, I would start by licking Ting's earlobes, neck, breasts, and lower abdomen, then skipping over her pubic area and kissing her inner thighs. Next, I would kiss her thighs, calves, and feet, finally sucking on her toenails. Then, I would kiss her again from bottom to top, starting with her feet, calves, thighs, inner thighs, and lower abdomen. After two rounds of this, her desire would be fully ignited. Then I would focus on her pubic area, licking open her labia, biting her clitoris, and sucking her juices, bringing her to the peak of passion.

And so, after kissing Ting's earlobe, I moved downwards, leaving trails of moisture on her neck. Ting's moans grew louder. I unbuttoned her blouse, pulling off her coat, shirt, and bra, exposing her upper body. Her two full, round breasts were revealed, and I was instantly stunned. Tall women usually don't have large breasts, but Ting's size was absolutely astonishing, like a Guanxi pomelo, far beyond the simple description of a 36D. Yet, she never seemed to notice them. I wondered how Ting managed it; perhaps it was because she liked to wear loose clothing. No wonder she said that day that her breasts were more beautiful than her legs.

Women who haven't given birth are truly different. I reached out and grabbed one of Ting's breasts, kneading it. The flesh was warm, smooth, and incredibly elastic—it felt wonderful. I rubbed her breasts for a while, then buried my head between them and began kissing them. I licked, sucked, and bit her nipples. Ting arched her body, her head swayed from side to side, her whole body trembling, and she made indistinct sounds. I listened carefully, and it seemed like she was saying, "No more, no more," or maybe she was dying, dying.

Seeing how pitiful she was, I reluctantly let go of her large breasts and began licking down her chest to her flat stomach, until I reached the cute dragonfly tattoo. Suddenly, I remembered what Ting had said: that every man who had seen the dragonfly tattoo on her body had slept with her. Now, recalling those words, I felt incredibly aroused, and my penis instantly swelled. At the same time, I felt a pang of bitterness. I wondered how many men had enjoyed and manipulated this perfect body like I had today. The little dragonfly was a witness, but sadly, it couldn't speak.

With trembling hands, I unzipped Ting's skirt, pulled it down, and buried my head between her legs. Using my mouth, I began to pull down the bottom edge of her already soaked pink panties. Ting made a token attempt to cover them with her hands, but I easily pushed them aside. I slowly pulled them down, bit by bit, until they reached her knees. Then, I lifted her legs, and the panties were off her body. The woman I had longed for was now completely naked before me. Holding her panties, soaked with her love juices, I made a victory sign towards the recording equipment. Yes, I had won. This shrewd, goddess-like colleague, whom I had pursued for over four years, enduring her manipulation, teasing, contempt, and indifference, I had finally achieved my long-cherished wish and gotten her into bed. It hadn't been easy! A powerful sense of accomplishment and conquest surged within me. This taught me a lesson: there is no woman you can't win over; it's just a matter of insufficient effort or the wrong method.

Finally, I took off her high heels and threw them on the ground, then pulled the sexy stockings off her legs. Although I had played with Ting's long legs many times, they were still my favorite. I held them and kissed and licked them lovingly, from her thighs to her toes, and then from her toes to her thighs, licking them again and again, until every inch of her skin was covered with my saliva. My mouth was dry, and I needed to rehydrate, so I put her legs on my shoulders, lowered my head and moved my face to the wet spot between her legs, using my tongue to part her two plump, swollen labia, rolling and sucking in her wrinkled pink flesh, and then gently sweeping the tip of my tongue over her clitoris, which was like a pink pearl.

Ting couldn't take the stimulation any longer. Her body twisted and convulsed, her delicate features instantly distorted, her legs tightly wrapped around my neck, and her hands pressing my head down hard between her legs. I felt like my neck was about to break, while she seemed to be out of control, shaking her head from side to side and letting out loud screams. I licked between her legs for a while, my face getting wet from her juices. Her screams grew louder and louder, with a slight tremor and sobs. Afraid of attracting complaints from the next room, I quickly reached out, pulled her stockings over, rolled them into a ball, and stuffed them into her mouth to muffle her voice.

Here, I'd like to share some personal reflections. I've discovered that women's bodies, like their appearances, are truly diverse and unique. Just as no two leaves in the world are exactly alike, women's genitals vary greatly in both appearance and internal structure. Through careful observation and comparison, they offer men diverse sexual experiences. For example, Jing has a typical vulva shape; when you part her labia, you can see many soft, rolled-up folds, like there are many earthworms inside. So when I make love with Jing, even when I'm still holding her after penetration, I can feel something crawling, wriggling, and clinging to my penis—it's an incredibly pleasurable experience.

Yun's vulva is an anemone-shaped, with plump labia. The entrance is narrow, but it becomes wide and deep inside. If a man's penis is short, he won't be able to experience the wonders of this type of vagina because its enclosure isn't particularly strong. The real stimulation point is at the end of the vagina, where the inner walls have rough granules. Therefore, when having sex with Yun, you must thrust quickly, forcefully, and continuously. The best position is to enter her from behind, allowing the penis to fully penetrate to the very end, so you can experience the pleasure of being rubbed by those small granules.

My wife's vulva is a bun-shaped one, with a swollen and high mons pubis and sparse hair. It's not very attractive in appearance, but inside it's a narrow, winding passage, and the feeling of being tightly enveloped is very comfortable. A few thrusts inside and I feel the urge to ejaculate. Men are often curious about their wives' past, which is purely self-inflicted discomfort. Sometimes I ask my wife how she got along with her exes in bed. At first, she absolutely refused to say, yelling at me, "Zhang XX, are you a pervert? Do you like your wife being with other men?!" I said that was in the past, the nature of which is completely different. Everyone has a past, I just wanted to know. Later, my wife said that none of them lasted as long as you, especially her last boyfriend, who came after only a few minutes of penetration.

Ting's vulva is butterfly-shaped, with labia that open to the sides like butterfly wings, very beautiful in appearance. Her clitoris is also exceptionally well-developed, its shape resembling a pink pearl at first glance. I had never seen a woman's clitoris grow like that before, making Ting's body very sensitive. The slightest stimulation would cause her clitoris to swell, and then she would become wet. Later, Ting secretly told me that the time I applied safflower oil to her legs, her vulva became wet as soon as my hand touched her inner thigh, and she leaked a lot of fluid, even though she didn't feel anything for me at the time. I really enjoy playing with Ting's clitoris. Just a few gentle licks and sucks, and she goes into a frenzy, completely out of control, which is quite rare. First published on Xingba.

After some digressions about my feelings, let's get back to the main topic with Ting. I licked every inch of her skin, crawling between her legs, sucking and swallowing her overflowing love juice. That sticky, slightly fishy smell stimulated my nerves, and my penis was rock hard. But I suppressed this overwhelming urge, pushed Ting away, and stood up from the bed. I did this intentionally to tease her, a classic case of playing hard to get. Ting lay on her back, her full, round breasts rising and falling with her breath, her cheeks flushed, her teeth clenched on her red lips. She looked at me with wide eyes, completely bewildered by my sudden push, and said, "Zhang XX, what do you want?!" I said, "Sister Ting, didn't you say you'd give it to me after you got your graduation certificate? I don't want to force you. Today was a good test, and I'm satisfied. So, is that enough for today's activities?"

Ting jumped out of bed, her face filled with disbelief. As I pretended to put on my shoes with my back to her, this woman pounced on me like a female leopard, hugging me from behind. Then, she reached for my belt, fiddled with it for a couple of times, and when she couldn't get it off, she grabbed the buckle and pulled it down forcefully. I said, "What are you doing?" Ting said, "Fuck you, Zhang XX. You've made me feel so uncomfortable and you just want to leave? You're so bad." I said, "Want to continue? Then you'll have to beg me." Ting's expression was complicated. She knew I was deliberately teasing her. She bit her lip for a moment, then said coquettishly and pitifully, "Please." I said, "What are you begging me for?!" Ting said, "Please fuck me." I said, "With what?!" Ting covered her flushed face with her hands and said, "With your big cock, fuck me hard, fuck me fiercely, fill me up, Zhang XX. Are you satisfied now?"

My desire was completely ignited. I unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, and revealed my manhood. Ting lay on the bed like a shy little girl, her hands covering her face, peeking at my body through the gaps in her fingers. I stood on the floor below the bed, grabbed Ting's ankles, and pulled her body to the edge of the bed. Then I spread her two long, smooth, white legs apart, displaying her rosy vulva to the maximum extent. I swallowed hard, took a step forward, and pressed my hard member against her entrance, rubbing it gently against the swollen clitoris. Ting began to moan and cry out again, while simultaneously grasping my penis with one hand and saying in a trembling voice, "Zhang XX, wait a minute, can you put on a condom?" I pushed her hand away, saying that I didn't have the habit of wearing condoms and that I couldn't hold back any longer. As I spoke, I thrust my hips forward and squeezed into her body, fully penetrating her, finally becoming one with my long-coveted goddess, married colleague.

With a soft groan from Ting, I felt myself enveloped by a woman's tight, warm, and moist vagina. I couldn't help but gasp, hoisting her long legs onto my shoulders. Then, gathering my strength, I began to thrust in and out. Ting struggled wildly, pushing me away, pleading, "Stop! Stop! Please, don't do this! I beg you! You really can't do this without a condom! Today is my ovulation period!" I couldn't stop. While holding her and thrusting, I reassured her, "I promise I won't ejaculate inside you. Don't worry, I'll pull out when I'm about to." Ting still disagreed verbally, but her resistance lessened, and she gradually stopped struggling. She bit her lip hard, gazing at me with seductive eyes, her nose emitting suppressed moans of "Mmm... Oh... Oh—". With each thrust, her large, powerful breasts swayed back and forth like waves.

Countless nights I'd masturbated while holding Ting's picture, fantasizing about carrying her long legs and fucking her hard. Now, my wish had finally come true. I thrust vigorously while licking her beautiful legs, my heart filled with the thrill of conquest. Ting's hair was fluffy and messy, the ends damp with sweat. I felt a pang of heartache looking at her, and while thrusting, I combed her hair, saying, "Ting, are you comfortable?!" Ting hummed, I couldn't tell if it was an answer or a moan, and rolled her eyes at me, saying, "Zhang xx, you finally got your way. I hope I didn't disappoint you... Ah—slow down, it's too deep..." I asked, "Ting, how many men have I been with?" Ting replied, "I can't remember how many people I've slept with since high school, just a lot. If we feel something, we do it." I asked, "What about after marriage?" She said, "It's about the same before and after marriage." I said, "You're such a slut." Ting said, "Don't you men like slutty women? But you're the only one I've had sex with without a condom all these years." I was a little surprised and asked, "Do you always use condoms when you're with your husband?" Ting said yes. "You're just looking for a moment of pleasure now. What will you do if I get pregnant?" I said, "It's not that easy to get pregnant. I definitely won't ejaculate inside you. Even if you get pregnant, I'll just marry you." Ting rolled her eyes at me and said, "You wish." Ting

and I changed positions a few times. I kept going like a jackhammer, and Ting's voice became a little hoarse. Our genitals were all wet and sticky, and with each thrust, translucent white fluid kept oozing out. I asked what was going on, and Ting said, "Maybe it's because we've been going at it for too long. Don't you want to ejaculate yet?" I was about to reply when Ting's phone, which was on the bedside table, rang. She reached for the phone, saw the contact on the screen, and her face changed instantly. Then she made a shushing gesture at me and said, "It's my husband calling. Don't make a sound."

I quickly nodded, but the thrusting below didn't stop, only slowed down. I felt Ting's lower body suddenly tighten, her vaginal muscles contracting; she must have been very tense. After Ting answered the phone, a man's voice came through the receiver, asking, "Wife, what are you doing?" Ting said, "I'm in Beijing." The man asked, "Why are you in Beijing?" Ting said, "I'm taking the postgraduate entrance exam. Didn't I tell you?" The man said, "Oh, I forgot."

Ting was getting angry and said, "Besides gambling, what else do you remember?" The man said, "I just want to pay back the money I owe as soon as possible. By the way, how did your exam go?" Ting coldly replied, "It was fine. If you don't have anything else, I'll hang up. I'm tired after a long day and a little sleepy." The man said, "Wife, do you have any money left? Give me some more." Ting got angry and said, "I've already used all my money to fill your holes, and now you're asking me for more? Do you even want to live with me anymore?" The man said, "Don't you have two houses in Beijing? Selling one can help us out. Anyway, you're not planning to go back..." Ting cursed him as an idiot, then hung up the phone, turned it off, and threw it under the bed.

I asked, "Ting, what happened?" Ting angrily said, "None of your business! Hurry up and fuck me!" Although I was still inside her, I didn't move. Ting pushed me away, then straddled me, instantly changing positions to woman on top. We began to grind and thrust wildly, my semen-covered penis going in and out of her vagina. The sounds of splashing water, the woman's moans, and the thud of our bodies mingled together. My desire reached its peak, an urge to explode at any moment.

Ting's body was bent over, her large, full breasts hanging down, swaying back and forth with her movements. I raised my neck and bit one of her nipples, sucking on it. At the same time, I held her smooth back, thrusting my hips upward to meet her thrusts. Ting bit her lip hard, closed her eyes, and screamed. Her broken voice formed a straight line. I listened carefully and realized she was screaming, "Fuck...fuck...fuck me, Zhang xx, fuck...fuck me to death—ah—ah, I'm coming—I'm coming..." Then, Ting's body twisted and convulsed, collapsing onto me, trembling. At the same time, I felt a writhing, enveloping sensation inside her, as if she had lost control of her bladder. I couldn't hold back any longer. In the instant of my passion erupting, I quickly pulled myself out of her body. With a pop, almost at the same moment I pulled away, a stream of semen spurted out, spraying onto Ting's labia, pubic hair, and lower abdomen.

We both collapsed onto the bed like exhausted tops, our bodies still pressed together, sticky and sweaty. Lying together, Ting sobbed in my arms. I held her and said, "Sister, I thought you were doing well. Sigh, every family has its own troubles." Ting didn't answer, wiped away her tears, and asked, "Did you ejaculate inside me?" I said no, and if she was worried, she could buy a pill. Ting shook her head and said that she was trying to conceive and couldn't take birth control pills randomly, as it would be bad for the fetus. She said as long as I was sure I didn't ejaculate inside, it was fine. I said, "I feel like your relationship with your husband isn't very good. Shouldn't you be more careful about getting pregnant now?" Ting fell silent.

So, we slept in each other's arms all night. The next morning, I felt the urge again, and I held Ting in my arms and caressed her. Ting said, "Zhang xx, you can do whatever you want to me these next few days. After we go back, you won't have the chance anymore. I won't let you touch me again." I understood Ting's personality and situation. She was trying to conceive and might not have many opportunities to have sex in the future, so I cherished the chance to be intimate with her. The hotel provided free breakfast, but we didn't go down to eat. Instead, we cuddled together and rolled around in bed, trying out various sexual positions. We were both exhausted in the end, so we lay in bed and slept until noon.

At noon, the hotel reception called to ask if we wanted to check out. We were still half asleep, so we added another four hours to the room and slept until after 3 PM. We got up, washed up, and then had sex again in the bathroom. We did it standing in front of the bathroom mirror; she was leaning over the sink, and I entered her from behind, kneading her breasts as I thrust. She tilted her head back, looking at the lewd scene of our bodies intertwined in the mirror, and then took out her phone to record it. I said, "You like this too? Recording this on your phone is like a time bomb. What if your husband finds it?"

Ting said, "It's okay, it's just a keepsake." She said she put the video in her phone's safe, with a password that no one can open. I glanced at the safe on her phone and was shocked to see several video files. I knew without a doubt that she had recorded videos of herself having sex with other men as keepsakes. Ting sensed my suspicion and explained, "Don't overthink it. I'm not like you perverted men. Those are just short videos downloaded from the internet." She opened one and showed it to me; it was indeed as she said. I asked, "Then why did you record our sex videos?" She said it was evidence. I said, "What evidence? What do you want?" She said, "Zhang XX, don't think you can go back on your word just because you got it. I entrusted all my graduate thesis work to you. If you break your promise, I'll invite your girlfriend out and let her see how you treat me!" I said, "You slut, you dare!" Then I slapped her butt, grabbed her hair from behind, and started fucking her hard from behind.

After checking out in the afternoon, I felt my legs were weak and I was a little unsteady on my feet. It seems I really need to control myself in bed. I took Ting to visit my graduate advisor, bringing him some local specialties from my hometown. It just so happened that my advisor was having dinner with the newly enrolled first-year graduate students that evening, and he invited us over too. My supervisor knew that Ting and I were colleagues, but the other junior students didn't. They kept calling her "sister-in-law" during toasts, making Ting a little embarrassed. I finally got my wish and won over my goddess. After returning from Beijing, I curbed my desires and started preparing for my wedding with my girlfriend. First, we got our marriage certificate, then took wedding photos, chose a diamond ring, and renovated the house. During this time, I had less contact with Ting, and my secret rendezvous with Yun and Jing also stopped. Both women resented me, especially Jing, who was very anxious and called me frequently. Luckily, I had two phones, so I simply turned off the one I used for rendezvous.

After returning from our honeymoon, my heart started to wander again. Cheating is like an addiction; once you're hooked, you can't quit. Jing, Yun, and I started having frequent office affairs again. During that time, Ting wasn't at the company, and I couldn't contact her. When I asked Jing, I found out that she had taken more than twenty days of leave to visit family. I was quite cautious in dealing with my wife's relationship with her lover. I never used my usual phone to contact Yun and Jing because my wife is younger than me and loves playing mobile games. When her phone ran out of battery, she would use mine, so I didn't dare to have any secrets on it. However, trouble often seems to be destined. One weekend, I took my wife to play basketball at our company's court. Afterwards, we went to my office for a drink. My wife saw a phone ringing in the drawer under my desk. She picked it up and asked, "Zhang XX, when did you buy this phone?" I panicked and stammered, "That's not my phone. I don't know who left it here. Maybe it's my colleague Xiao Wu's. He came here on Friday afternoon to copy some data."

My wife fiddled with the phone, her head down. There was a password lock on the screen, but she unlocked it after a few taps. My face turned pale, my heart sank, and I felt completely overwhelmed. Then, she opened the text messages, glanced at them, and started trembling. She pointed at me and said, "Zhang XX, what's going on?!" I thought you were an honest and responsible man, but you cheated on me with another woman! You're a beast! I said, "Wife, I was wrong." She asked who the woman was, but I wouldn't say. She then called back the number. I lunged at her for the phone, and we started fighting. I was stronger than her, and I finally managed to grab the phone and smash it to the ground, shattering it into pieces. My wife said, "Fine, you dare destroy evidence! I'm divorcing you!"

The next day, as soon as I got to work, my wife came to my workplace and made a scene, calling me a hypocrite for having an affair and demanding to see my boss. Yun was the one who received her. She cried to Yun about my betrayal and infidelity because Yun was the woman my wife was talking about who had cheated on me with, and Yun was also our matchmaker. You can imagine how embarrassed she was. Fortunately, my wife didn't know about my relationship with Yun until she wanted to divorce me, otherwise she would have exposed it to the world. After this incident, I couldn't stay at the company any longer, so I resigned and returned to Beijing to work.

I thought things would be peaceful once I left that place of trouble, until I received a call from a woman, Ting. She said, "Zhang XX, I want to talk to you." I said, "Sister Ting, just say what you need to say, I'm listening." Ting said, "If you want to meet, let's talk." I said, "I'm in Beijing, come over sometime and I'll treat you to dinner." Ting said she was also in Beijing. I was surprised and asked for her location, then took a taxi there. Ting opened the door for me and asked what I wanted to drink. I said water was fine, and she went to pour me some. I looked around her apartment; it was really nice to have such a place near the Third Ring Road. I didn't understand why she left for

a smaller city; I completely didn't understand what she was thinking. She handed me the water, sat down opposite me, and said, "Zhang XX, long time no see. How are you doing?" I said, "I'm currently working for a foreign company, and I haven't gotten over that incident yet." Ting asked if that incident was because of her. I quickly said no. She pressed further, "Besides her, did I have relationships with other female colleagues?" I absolutely refused to admit it, swearing firmly that it was true. I looked Ting up and down; she wasn't wearing makeup, which was rare of me, and she was dressed casually in loose loungewear. I asked, "Why aren't you working? Why did you go back to Beijing?" She said she had applied for a transfer back here and wouldn't be going back. I said that was good; you didn't belong there anyway. By the way, where's your husband? Ting was silent for a while, then said, "I haven't seen him in a while; I wonder what he's been up to." I said, "You two are really caring towards each other. By the way, what did you want to see me about?"

Ting said, "I'm pregnant, almost five months along." I was taken aback and glanced at her belly; it was indeed a bit swollen, but because she was wearing loose clothes, it wasn't very noticeable. I said, "Congratulations, Ting, you're going to be a mother soon!" But then I realized something was off and asked, "How many months along are you?" Ting said, "Almost five months. Counting back, the baby might be yours." I was stunned, like I'd been struck by lightning. I was speechless for a long time. I said, "Sister Ting, do

n't talk nonsense. I didn't ejaculate inside you those two days. Are you sure you only had sex with me during that time?" Ting got angry and said that besides her husband, I was the only person she'd had unprotected sex with. Now she wasn't sure who the father was, because she'd had sex with her husband before and after her job interview in Beijing, and she got pregnant during those days. She was extremely anxious; what if the child was mine? It would be all over. Now she was older, the fetus was too big, and it was her first pregnancy, so a D&C was impossible. She asked me what to do. How could I know what to do? I was completely at a loss. But I comforted her, saying, "Don't overthink it. I really didn't ejaculate inside you. The child can't be mine." I then asked her, "Do your husband and family know you're pregnant?" Ting said she and her husband had been separated for some time. He didn't know she was pregnant because he had been involved in a private equity project that violated regulations and was suspected of illegally absorbing public deposits. He had been detained by the police. She was finally resigned to her fate and had hired a lawyer to finalize the divorce, but the thought of the baby in her womb pained her.

I told her her husband was a troublemaker, and she should have ended things with him long ago. I said she was usually quite shrewd in other matters, but she seemed a bit foolish in this one. Seeing that no one else was home, I asked, "Where are your parents?" Ting said they had both passed away; they died of carbon monoxide poisoning in their old house a few years ago. I was also very saddened, knowing this was a deep-seated issue for Ting. I offered some words of comfort, saying, "Why don't you hire a caregiver or a postpartum nanny? You'll have no one to take care of you, and they can help in emergencies." Ting said she didn't need one yet; she had already spoken to her neighbors who would help her in case of an emergency. Hearing this made me very sad. Ting asked me where I lived, and I said Yanjiao because the rent was cheap. I worked in the east, and it took about an hour each way by bus and subway, which was manageable. Ting looked at me for a moment and then said, "Zhang XX, if you don't mind the inconvenience, you can come and stay with me. It'll be good for us to look after each other." Hearing this, I asked if it was really convenient, and if I was really getting a divorce. Ting said, "If you don't want to, then forget I said anything."

So, I moved in to take care of her, just to have some company. After all, she was a woman I had a relationship with, and I wanted to help her if I could. When she left Beijing, she sold the family's car with the Beijing license plate and lent the plate to someone else. Now, she's pregnant and needs her car license plate back. She doesn't have much money, and she originally wanted to buy a cheap car, but then she discussed it with me, suggesting we chip in for a better one, a C200L or 320Li. I work for a foreign company and earn a decent income, so I didn't let her contribute. We bought a C200L on loan. She mainly liked the Mercedes' interior, while I preferred the BMW's handling and spaciousness. But women, you know, I listened to her suggestion, especially since the car is registered in her name and the loan is in her name. I regularly drive her to her checkups, but I get off work very late. Ting is quite resilient; even with her big belly, she cooks for me, which really touches me.

Her husband refused to sign the divorce papers while in detention, so they went through litigation, and the court ruled that the marriage had irretrievably broken down. A few months later, Ting's due date arrived, and she gave birth to a boy. The nurse, holding the soft baby, said, "He looks a bit like me." I was completely dumbfounded, saying, "This baby's face is like a steamed bun's folds, how can I tell who he looks like?!" However, I was still worried, so I took samples from the child, Ting, and myself for paternity testing. When the results came out, I glanced at the conclusion and froze, as if struck by lightning. The report was just a few lines long, essentially stating that, excluding consanguinity and identical twins, Ting and I were the biological parents of the baby boy, a scientifically confirmed fact based on genetic locus. I absolutely couldn't believe I'd become a father. I told Ting, and she seemed relieved, asking, "Zhang XX, what are you thinking? Are you going to acknowledge this child?" I said, "Of course I'll acknowledge him, but it's so sudden. I don't know how to tell my parents. They're very traditional; they'd be shocked if I suddenly brought home a grandson." Ting said

, "That's your problem. Anyway, the child is part of the Zhang family bloodline. Take it or leave it. If you don't want him, you won't bother me. You can just find him a stepfather." I quickly said, "No, I want him, I absolutely have to." Ting then asked, "What about me? Do you want him?" I hesitated for a moment and said, "Ting, you're really great, hehe, of course I want you, but I'm afraid you'll cheat on me later." Ting immediately got angry, pointed at me and cursed, "You son of a bitch, Zhang XX, when did you see me cheating? You believe the rumors in the company? Good for you, get the hell out of here!" I said, "I don't know about others, but we've been having an affair behind your husband's back, and we even have a child. I'm a little afraid of the future..." Ting was so angry that she cried and cursed, "Zhang XX, you irresponsible idiot, I don't want to see you, get out, get out!" I coaxed her with sweet words, and to show my determination, we registered our marriage as soon as she finished her postpartum confinement. (First published on Xingba)

That's roughly how it happened. Recalling it now feels like writing a novel; just treat it as a story. Sometimes, fate is such a mysterious thing. A few years ago, when I first started working, how could I have imagined that the tall, beautiful woman in the office would become my wife? Ting and I live a harmonious life. We're not rich, but we're doing well. We both have good incomes, a car, and a house. I guess I'm lucky she's got the better off; the pressure of struggling is less. Everything is for the children. This year, Ting gave birth to her second child, another boy. I secretly went to get a paternity test, of course. It's mine again! Suddenly, the pressure is immense. Two sons, school fees, extracurricular activities, buying a house... Enough said, time to work part-time this weekend.

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