[My experience of being treated by my father-in-law] (Continued, End)

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My child is three years old this year, and I can't tell if he looks more like my father-in-law or my husband.

Once, after a passionate encounter with my father-in-law, I rested my head on his shoulder and gently squeezed his semi-erect

penis: "Dad, does Biao Biao (my son's nickname) look more like you or Jia Yuan?"

My father-in-law smiled憨厚ly, stroked my breasts, and said: "No matter who he looks like, he's still a descendant of our family." During the

time Jia Yuan was abroad, I mostly made love with my father-in-law at home, sometimes

in his clinic, on the same bed where I received treatment. Sometimes, we did it in the car, driving to the beach.

When Jia Yuan returned, my father-in-law's eyes would always look a little lost. But whenever Jia Yuan was away on business, we

would always find a chance to make love.

Between my husband and my father-in-law, I prefer making love with him. Firstly, he almost always brings me

pleasure and orgasm; secondly, the sneaky feeling is also very exciting.

Despite this, whenever I'm with my father-in-law, he's always very polite and courteous, and

I'm almost always the one who takes the initiative, even helping him undress.

But with Jiayuan, I've never reached that kind of exhilarating, intoxicating

climax . Often, when I'm making love with my husband, I think about my father-in-law.

I'm constantly worried that one day I'll say his name during sex with my husband, or in my dreams—this has always been my

subconscious fear.

But what I feared most came true—since having children,

I've always used condoms with my father-in-law and husband, except around my period. My husband buys condoms by the 20s each time.

Last year, during the Spring Festival, my husband returned to China. After making love with him one time, he asked me: "Are you having an affair?"

I was shocked!

Instinctively, I answered: "No." My husband calmly asked: "Why are the condoms at home a different brand?"

Oh my god! It felt like the sky was falling—I had never considered this possibility. I noticed we were out of condoms

, so I went to the supermarket and bought some. I never paid attention to what brand we used before.

I didn't know how to answer, still gently embracing my husband, completely numb. Seeing that I didn't respond, my husband

didn't press me for an answer and just fell asleep behind me. I didn't sleep a wink all night.

In the morning, half-asleep, I felt my husband part my legs and do it on top of me again.

This time, it seemed to last longer, his penis seemed thicker than before, and he was very vigorous. I even

experienced an orgasm similar to the one I usually have with my father-in-law. Although it wasn't as intense, it still made me tremble for a while under

my husband's penis.

How could my husband change so much overnight? Did he take drugs? Normally, after one sexual encounter, he wouldn't touch me for at least a week.

This is unbelievable!

That's what I thought afterwards.

Women are usually languid after an orgasm. My husband, unusually, got up and made me breakfast.

The children were with my in-laws; we planned to go to my husband's house after breakfast.

While eating breakfast, I noticed my husband's expression was strange. He hadn't used a condom that morning and had ejaculated inside me. These

past two days have been my fertile window, but the thought of using a condom made it impossible for me to bring it up. How could I blame him?

My husband sensed my thoughts but pretended not to notice and asked, "What are you thinking about? Honey?"

I didn't answer.

Then, I drove my husband to my mother-in-law's house. My father-in-

law wasn't home as usual, but he was the person I most wanted to see right now.

My husband seemed indifferent on the surface, playing with our son. I couldn't relax at all. I

couldn't hold back any longer, so I excused myself and went to the Er'an Cafe around the corner. I got a private room and called my father-in

-law .

"What's wrong?" "The child? "

As soon as I heard my father-in-law's voice, tears welled up in my eyes. Hearing my crying, my father-in-law was even more at a loss.

He asked me where I was on the phone. I said I was at Er'an Cafe, not far from home—and soon after,

he rushed over. As soon as he saw me, he closed the door and hugged me tightly.

Under my father-in-law's comforting words, I haltingly recounted the incident with Jiayuan yesterday regarding condoms.

After listening, he released me and sat slumped on the sofa, stunned. Seeing his expression, I

panicked , fearing something might happen to him and things would become unpredictable.

"Dad, Dad, please don't worry!" he cried, pulling me into his arms and murmuring, "What a terrible thing to do! I'm

so old, and I've done something so wicked!" I saw tears welling in his eyes and said, "

Dad, I love you!" I kissed him. Once he calmed down, his expression

mirrored the blankness I'd seen the night before.

"Dad, don't worry, I have a plan." Suddenly

, his eyes lit up. He stared at me intently as I told him that tonight I would confess to Jiayuan that I had an affair, and if she

asked any questions, I would say it was with my boss at work. (In fact, our Director Li has been hinting at something to me all these years.) "

Is that alright?" he asked doubtfully.

"Dad, don't worry about these things. I thought it through last night. I'm a normal woman with

normal physiological needs. Jiayuan has been away from home for more than half a year, so I started an affair with my boss."

My father-in-law sighed, his expression blank. "That's all we can do now."

I sat in his lap, comforting him and telling him to stay home a little later, worried that Jiayuan might notice

something was wrong.

He kissed me passionately, his hands exploring my body. I touched his

genitals —slowly, I unzipped his pants, slipped my hand inside, and grasped his already burning-hot

penis.

"Child, is this okay?"

I locked the door from the inside. Seeing this, he quickly unzipped my pants. The air conditioning in the Er'an Cafe was strong, and soon

my pants were down to my knees. He turned me over, and I braced myself against the table, sticking my buttocks out.

His penis quickly entered me—"Mmm"—a full feeling spread through my vagina, quite different from when my husband entered

me . My father-in-law's penis would grind, rub, and sway from side to side inside my vagina.

It went in completely, and when it came out, it felt like my heart was being carried away with it. My husband, on the other hand, only

thrusts in and out, and he never gave me that feeling of fullness, swelling, and emptiness.

My father-in-law let out a muffled breath before ejaculation. "Dad, are you going to cum?"

"Yes," my father-in-law replied.

I quickly turned around, grabbed my father-in-law's penis, and put it in my mouth, licking it back and forth repeatedly, stimulating the urethral opening with

my tongue —woo—his penis

throbbed in my mouth, and thick semen gushed out with each throbbing. I swallowed the semen and continued licking his penis,

trying my best to clean it thoroughly.

When his penis slowly softened in my mouth, I spat it out and helped him put it back into

his pants, zipping it up.

My father-in-law wiped his mouth with his hand, and I said, "What's wrong?" He said, "Hair." I said, "Dick hair."

My father-in-law and I smiled knowingly.

Although I didn't have an orgasm today, the pleasure was still quite good.

When I stood up, my back ached. I put on my pants, and my father-in-law pulled me down onto the sofa and kissed me again

.

For some reason, my father-in-law pushed my tongue out and said, "Stinky." I was stunned for a moment: "Stinky, but isn't it yours?

" My father-in-law pulled me close and kissed me deeply again. After a

while, he lifted my head and said, "I'll just ejaculate outside, it's hard on you."

I said, "It's not that I don't want you to ejaculate inside, but...it's that your son just ejaculated a few hours ago—did he not use a condom?"

My father-in-law asked, "Yes."

I playfully continued, "I'm afraid you two will fight inside me." Upon hearing this, my father-in-law kissed me again

.

I let my father-in-law leave first. I went to the bathroom to fix my makeup. Looking at my flushed face in the mirror,

the thought of father and son going in and out of my vagina for just a few hours made my face turn even redder.

So I went home.

When I got home, the dishes were already laid out on the table, ready to be eaten. My husband was holding our son, glanced at me but didn't say anything.

But I felt an inexplicable sense of peace. I was no longer as anxious as I had been that morning.

After dinner, my husband and I took the kids to the park, and I didn't feel awkward at all that afternoon. We ate out

for dinner that evening , took the kids home, and after putting them to bed, I had a feeling my husband would ask me something.

I showered and went to bed, but soon I felt a chill on my back. I touched it and found my husband lying naked

beside me, embracing me.

His hand slipped under my pajamas and started playing with my breasts.

"Stop it, I'm tired," I said.

My husband didn't answer and continued his "breast play."

A woman's breasts are very sensitive, and with his touch, I turned to face him. My husband didn't look at me,

crawled under the covers, and restlessly pulled down my underwear, spread my legs, and started kissing my genitals.

My husband rarely behaves like this, which surprised me greatly.

But as the stimulation in my genitals gradually spread, waves of excitement surged from my scalp upwards, and I

couldn't help but moan. My husband, perhaps feeling bored, lifted the blanket covering my lower body and began stimulating my clitoris with his tongue.

I felt a warm current flowing out of my vagina—"Jiayuan, be gentle, it hurts!"—Ignoring

my soft cries, my husband continued his work. His next actions seemed unprecedented; usually,

he wouldn't even kiss my genitals if I pressed his scalp down. What was wrong with him today?

The vague answer was clear to everyone, but no one wanted to say it aloud.

Instead, I decided to relax and enjoy it.

The sensation in my genitals became increasingly unbearable; my entire vagina felt itchy

and even empty from my husband's mouth, desperately needing his penetration.

I pulled on his hair, signaling him to hurry up and enter. He climbed on top of me, and I felt his penis

at the entrance of my vagina. I slightly spread my legs and lifted my hips, and his penis entered.

Ah—the feeling of pleasure was incomparable—after he was inside, he lay on top of

me , motionless.

I writhed beneath my husband, wanting to feel his penis inside me, and only then did he begin

thrusting .

Because of the previous erection, his penis was harder than usual, and soon a tingling sensation came.

It wasn't intense, but it was better than nothing.

As always, when I felt that sensation, my husband shuddered and ejaculated.

We were silent for a long time, his penis still inside me.

"Who is he?"

my husband whispered in my ear.

Instantly, I understood why my husband had become so impulsive.

He was hard from being cuckolded.

I pretended to be confused and replied, "Who? "

"The person who used my condom," my husband continued.

I hesitated for a moment: "I'm sorry!

" My husband: "I don't blame you. I just want to know who used my condom."

Seeing I was silent, my husband continued: "I really don't blame you. I'm away most of the time, and you have normal needs too.

Just don't divorce me"—my husband's words were somewhat emotional.

A surge of pity welled up within me, and I hugged my husband tightly, saying, "I'm sorry, I won't get a divorce."

My husband kissed me, the kind of passionate kiss I only felt when we first met. I responded

to his passionate kisses beneath him.

His tears tasted salty and flowed into my mouth.

Inside my body, I felt his penis harden again inside my vagina. "

Who? Tell me," my husband persisted.

I softly said, "From work"—and then my lips were kissed again.

My vagina could feel his penis fully erect. As he kissed me, he was also aroused.

Beneath him, I responded to his physical reactions. His thrusts became more and more intense. Suddenly, he stopped

, held my head, and looked directly at me, asking, "Is his big?"

I was stunned and said blankly, "Big." "

Is his thick?" I said, "Thick." "

Does he last long during sex?" I said, "Is it usually comfortable?"

I couldn't stand his interrogation anymore and said somewhat emotionally, "What kind of sex isn't comfortable?" "

Compared to me?"

I said idealistically, "Of course, my husband is better."

How many times have you done it?

At that moment, I couldn't explain where the grievance came from, and tears welled up in my eyes—my husband resumed his fierce

thrusting, and I felt a little dry down there, even a little sore.

I numbly endured my husband's almost frantic rise and fall—

I don't know how long he did it, I don't know if he ejaculated. My vagina was numb,

when did I fall asleep? I don't know.

When I woke up, my husband was no longer beside me.

I got up, feeling extremely depressed, even terrible.

But surprisingly, my husband had actually made breakfast for me and the child again.

My husband is going abroad again soon, and these days when we brought the child back, he has been taking care of the child himself. He loves

the child no less than his father; I haven't been taking care of the child much myself.

After breakfast, I went to work. I didn't know if I would stay at my own home, my mother-in-law's house, or my father-in-law's clinic that night.

Since the condom incident, I've been completely disheartened.

But I still went home that night. My child and husband went to my mother-in-law's house. I wasn't hungry, so I washed up and went to bed

.

When I woke up, my husband woke me up. I asked, "Where's the child?" "

Already asleep," my husband said.

"Don't bother me, I'm so tired!"

My husband lay down next to me, pressed against my back, and started touching my breasts again. I could feel his penis pressing against

my back.

"You've changed." I said, "How have I changed?" "My husband said.

'You weren't like this before, why are you so excited all of a sudden?'

I said, turning my back to him.

My husband pinched my breast and then said, 'You're stimulated.'

I knew what he meant.

I didn't say anything.

'Wife, my husband said gently, 'Actually, I don't blame you. I just feel stimulated. These past two days,

all I can think about is how you slept with other people—' Hearing this, the anger that had been building up inside me for the past two days flared up. I

sat up and said to Jiayuan, 'I couldn't stand the loneliness, I cheated on you, I slept with someone else,

what do you want? Just say it, don't torture me like this anymore! I can't take it anymore—' After saying that, I cried.

Instantly, my husband was clearly intimidated by my outburst. When I sobbed, he didn't

comfort , he just simply stroked my back.

Perhaps seeing my sobs gradually subside, my husband said in a low but still gentle voice, 'Wife, I really don't

blame . As long as you don't leave me, you can continue to associate with your colleagues while I'm abroad.'" From

another perspective, I also have to thank him for taking care of you in my place.

It's just...it's just that knowing you slept with someone else, I just feel a strange thrill. I don't

mean any harm , I just feel thrilled. These past two days, I've been thinking about it, my mind is filled with your

expressions and actions when you're having sex with that other person—I want to know everything about you and him.

Just thinking about it makes me feel a long-lost excitement, and you've felt it too.

My husband finally said: "I just feel thrilled, nothing else." Hearing this,

I turned around, and excitedly leaned down to kiss him: "Thank you, husband, thank you for your understanding. Since

you found out, I've even had thoughts of dying." My husband interrupted me, returning my kiss with the same passion.

He pulled me onto him: "Look, isn't it much harder than before?"

I nodded: "Yes, it's stimulated." My husband said.

I shyly placed my head on my husband's shoulder and neck and opened my legs to cooperate—

this was the third orgasm my husband had given me in a row. I thought to myself, this man is truly incredible. Wearing a green

hat actually gave me an orgasm?

A few more days passed like this, and I hardly went to my father-in-law's. There was an awkwardness, one that was

hard .

My husband was going to Africa tomorrow; he said he'd be back soon because he had

a shipment to negotiate in Yiwu.

His flight was in the afternoon, so we left the child at my mother-in-law's yesterday.

I slept until 10 am this morning because last night, my husband insisted I tell him stories about having sex with other men,

including my first time.

I slowly told him about my experiences with my father-in-law, only with different characters. During my narration, he

asked strange questions while we were having sex. He even asked if I'd ever kissed a colleague's penis, and

I said yes. He asked if my boss had ejaculated in my mouth, and I said yes.

I embellished everything to satisfy him .

When I woke up this morning, my husband stroked my slightly swollen clitoris with one hand and my breast with the other: "Next time I come back, I

have to see him." I was shocked. "Are you crazy!"

My husband said again, "Then you have to film the two of you having sex after I leave. I want to see how my slutty

wife sleeps with other men.

" I gaped, completely unprepared for such an embarrassing idea from my increasingly perverted husband.

Seeing my shocked expression, he grinned and said, "It's a task, there's a reward for completing it."

Then he kissed me and got out of bed.

I can't possibly film myself having sex with my father-in-law and show it to his son, can I?

This pervert is just too perverted.

While helping my husband pack his luggage, he brought up the same issue again.

I said, "Honey, I've decided to break up with him. I won't do anything to betray you anymore."

But my husband stopped what he was doing and said, "That's for later. But I must see

the video of you having sex with your colleague."

His attitude was unquestionable.

Sigh! What should I do? I can't possibly hook up with a colleague just to satisfy my husband's desires.

I never thought one problem would be solved only for another to arise. It's all for protecting my father-in-law, for the sake of my husband's family's reputation and honor.

I don't know what to do anymore???

I couldn't possibly discuss this with my father-in-law. I certainly couldn't tell him how perverted his son was. That

would hurt even more people.

In the week after he left, my husband kept bringing it up on the phone, asking if I'd completed the glorious

task he'd assigned me. I was so angry that I cursed him on the phone, calling him a pervert, a big turtle, and a cuckold. My husband just chuckled

.

The leader of my workplace, a bureau-level official, should be young. His surname is Li, and we usually call him Director Li.

He's 51 years old, about 178 cm tall. Since he was appointed as the head of the bureau, he's always intentionally or unintentionally...

In our department, there were even a few times when the two of us were in the elevator, and he would jokingly say, "When are you going to treat me to a proper

meal ?"

Each time, I would just smile shyly and remain silent. Once, when the boss went to Dalian for an inspection, he specifically asked me to go,

but I politely declined. In other people's eyes, I'm the kind of person who doesn't give the boss face at crucial moments

. Male colleagues at work commented on the website that I'm the number one "cold beauty" in the system, especially praising my figure

as unparalleled. They also said my lower body is particularly long, etc.

These topics were all told to me by female colleagues in the office, and I never go to the company website or forum to read these

pointless discussions.

Since high school, especially in university, I've been used to being the focus of attention for classmates and teachers.

At work, I don't need to ask the boss for anything. I'm not short of money; my house is in a better location and bigger than the boss's

. My car is the best private car in the bureau. So, when I meet the boss, I only offer polite

greetings, because with my father-in-law at home, I only have eyes for my husband; there are no other men in my life.

The Book of Changes says that women belong to Kun, the earth, stillness, and passivity, which makes a lot of sense.

That's exactly how I am. With my father-in-law, I could endure loneliness. Even before we had a relationship, I had no one else

in my heart . I thought this was how a woman's life should be after marriage.

But since my husband had a special mission, my defenses have subtly changed.

I absolutely cannot let my husband know that my lover is his father; otherwise, our harmonious family would be turned upside down.

And I have to find a colleague at work to prove to my husband that I did indeed have an affair and used

the condoms he bought.

Sigh!

Normally, I encounter things without thinking about them. So life is uneventful.

Now, I think about things and inevitably encounter them.

I remember it was a weekend. Before leaving work that day, I submitted a document to the bureau's secretariat, requiring the bureau chief's routine approval.

Strangely, Director Li happened to be in the secretariat giving instructions.

When Director Li saw me with the document requiring approval, he asked, "What's up, beautiful lady of the bureau?" Director Li smiled and said,

"I have a document that needs your signature before it's filed."

Okay, wait for me in my office, I'll sign it directly.

What was originally a matter for the bureau secretary is now being handled directly by Director Li. Since the leader has spoken, I obediently went to

the leader's office next door.

A moment later, Director Li came in, and I handed him the documents. Director Li asked me to sit down.

So I sat opposite Director Li's desk.

But Director Li didn't seem to be in a hurry to sign the documents; instead, he chatted with me about everyday things.

Gradually, Director Li changed the subject, asking if I had any urgent business that evening.

Who has any urgent business at night?

I casually replied: Unlike you, we ordinary folks don't have any urgent business at night, and even if we do, it's not

necessarily urgent!

"Alright, come with me to an event tonight. A classmate of mine is back from the US, negotiating an investment in an environmental protection company

under . Usually, when I bring a secretary, it's always a man, it's not very romantic. You're the bureau's beauty queen, so tonight you

'll act as her secretary. The other party is my classmate, so there's no need to be shy. Also, you drive to

the Hilton Hotel and wait for me. I'll be there shortly."

The leader's words were semi-commanding, leaving me almost no room for refusal. I hesitated, the words on the tip of my tongue,

then stopped myself—as if sensing I was about to make my usual excuse, he lowered his head, signed the document I handed him

without even looking at it, and said, "Done."

With that, Director Li got up and left his office.

I stood alone in his office, bewildered. I had fallen into his verbal trap. After a moment's hesitation

, I decided to comply.

I went downstairs to my office.

Sitting there, I thought about Director Li's verbal trap—asking if I had any urgent business that evening. Ugh, these leaders

are truly wicked.

Holding the document Director Li had just signed, my mind was still a bit blank. "Hey beautiful, it's time to go home, are you daydreaming?"

my female colleague called out from across the room. "

Oh, it's time to go home," I replied absentmindedly.

Should I go? Or not?

This question kept nagging at me.

But it seemed I couldn't skip it today; Director Li said he wouldn't bring his secretary when discussing work.

I tried to find a reason to go.

Mechanically, I put my laptop in my bag, shut it down, and went downstairs.

As I started the car, I suddenly remembered that the Hilton Hotel was quite far from my workplace, and we

had taken the kids out for dinner when my husband came back. If there was traffic, I might be late. So I quickly set off,

calling my mother-in-law on the way to tell her I was working overtime and wouldn't be home for dinner, and would be staying at my own home if it got late.

Since my husband left, I hadn't met with my father-in-law. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself and might say something to him.

He had called me several times while I was at work, but I hadn't answered. I didn't know what to say. Should I say nothing at

all But I knew I missed my father-in-law, both physically and emotionally.

The traffic was terrible. Just as I was approaching the Hilton, I received a call from Director Li. He didn't say anything, just gently

asked where I was. He had already arrived, in room 909 of the Western restaurant on the 27th floor.

When I got to the hotel, I was supposed to park in the underground parking garage myself, but I knew my boss usually disliked him

waiting for others. So I drove straight to the hotel lobby, handed the car to the doorman, took a sign, and headed straight to

the elevator on the 27th floor to the Western restaurant.

I assumed there would be many people discussing investment cooperation, but to my surprise, after pushing open the door to room 909,

there were only three people at a rectangular table, one of whom was an older woman. When I clumsily pushed open the door, all three pairs of

eyes stared at me, making me momentarily embarrassed. At this moment, Director Li stood up with a smile, and the other two also

stood up at the same time.

"This is our bureau's beauty, Xiao Tan," Director Li introduced. Then he introduced me to his classmate,

Mr. Shi from some American environmental monitoring company, and his wife, Ms. Zhao.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, I sat down next to Director Li. Mr. Shi, Director Li's classmate, said that according to Chinese custom, being late would result in a penalty drink. Since I had to drive, I looked at the director

with difficulty . 　　The director said I could find a designated driver. That meant I had to drink.

Since I was there, I had to play my part in front of the leaders. Seeing that there was only a little wine in my glass,

I stood up and first toasted the two guests who had come from afar, downing it in one gulp.

The moment I drank it, I realized something was off. Mr. Shi noticed my expression and said it was a genuine Louis

XIV , brought back from America.

I smiled shyly and then toasted Director Li separately.

After two glasses, I soon felt a little dizzy.

Normally, I only drink about half a bottle of beer. Since I grew up, I rarely drink baijiu (Chinese liquor), almost never touching it. Just

the smell of baijiu makes me feel slightly dizzy.

Then, Mr. Shi and his wife returned the toast, and Director Li also returned the toast.

After four glasses, I felt warm.

But I could still hear their conversation: news about classmates, domestic and international events

, and who might be appointed to which ministry or position. The only thing I didn't hear them mention

was environmental protection.

Mrs. Shi kept praising my beauty and figure. When she heard I already had a child, she looked surprised

, saying it was rare to find a woman with such a perfect figure after having a child. Anyway, the compliments

made me dizzy, and with the help of the alcohol, I gradually relaxed, and Mrs. Shi and I started talking more

.

The situation at the table became: Director Li and his classmate were chatting enthusiastically, while Mrs. Shi and I were having a very pleasant conversation, discussing everything from

beauty and health to fashion—all women's topics. When we were having a good time, the two of us women raised our glasses

and laughed, which made the two older men look at us and smile knowingly before continuing their conversation

.

Before I knew it, I didn't know how much I had drunk; I was just feeling hot. Mrs. Shi and I hit it off

immediately , took off our coats and continued chatting, exchanging contact information and WeChat. Now I only remember

that when we all stood up for our final drink, I stood up, felt dizzy, and then... I don't know anything more. In my daze,

I could hear their conversation, but I couldn't remember what they were saying—later, when I felt a stinging sensation on the back of my hand,

I struggled to open my eyes and saw only white. Then I closed them again, powerless. Clothes, I don't know who mentioned clothes,

that's all I remember.

Blank, blank—when I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a completely unfamiliar environment. A face,

both strange and familiar, spoke; she was awake, awake.

Struggling to open my eyes again, I saw Mrs. Shi, whom I had dinner with yesterday, and Director Li standing at

the other .

What happened to me?

Mrs. Shi said: You drank too much.

How long have I been asleep?

It's almost evening now, we were all so worried.

How are you feeling?

I tried to sit up, but Mrs. Shi supported my back, helping me straighten up, and then found a pillow to put behind me.

My head ached a little, and my mouth was dry.

I wanted some water.

The leader quickly brought me a glass of water, and I took a sip. It was hot, I said. Director

Li quickly found another glass, turning it over and over, blowing on it as he did so.

"Alright, you can drink now," Director Li said, bringing the glass to my lips. "

Little Tan, your Sister Zhao has been with you for a whole day and night," Director Li said.

I looked at Sister Zhao gratefully.

"Your Director Li has been here with you all this time, constantly blaming himself for inviting you to dinner." I heard

what sounded like President Shi's voice.

"Little Tan's drunk, and you're the only one who didn't help." That was Director Li's voice.

The two old men started bickering again. "

Thank you both," I said.

"It's good that you're alright. All night I heard you muttering, 'Dad, I'm sad, I'm sad—'" I

blurted out . "What else did I

say?" Sister Zhao continued, "Besides calling him 'Dad,' you didn't say anything else.

Especially the bank card PIN, you wouldn't tell me. I didn't expect you to be so wary even when you're drunk."

I chuckled; that was Director Li's voice.

Amid their banter, I felt much better.

I... I remembered—

all you old men, get out." That was Sister Zhao's order.

So the two old men obediently left.

Sister Zhao helped me up at first. Gradually, I regained my balance, though my head still ached a bit.

I realized my coat was gone.

Sister Zhao said to wear a new one, that Director Li had bought it.

I looked at the brand—Armani.

The jeans were from Levi's, a big American brand.

They fit perfectly, and I liked the colors.

As I put them on, I wondered how Director Li knew my pants size.

I was about to ask Sister Zhao, but then I thought better of it.

After I dressed up, Sister Zhao said that apart from my face still being a little swollen, I looked pretty good.

I asked Sister Zhao why so many people were with me.

Sister Zhao said, "I stayed with you until 6 a.m. this morning. Director Li was in the room the whole time. He said

it wasn't convenient for him, a man, to stay with you alone, so I only went to bed after my husband got up. During the day, it was basically two older

men with you.

Also, you threw up a lot yesterday, and your coat and pants got dirty. This morning, Director Li said he had the hotel take them to be washed

.

Didn't his wife mind that Director Li didn't go home all night?" I asked apologetically.

No, my husband and I called his wife to ask for leave.

It's not a .

Sister Zhao reassured me.

At that moment, my feelings for Director Li grew stronger.

Just then, I received a call from Mr. Shi, who had called Sister Zhao to say they were at the restaurant and asked if we should bring our food up or

come down to eat.

Sister Zhao asked for my opinion.

I said it was fine, I'd come down and eat with them.

At that moment, I realized I had become good friends with them, whom I had only known for a short time; their sincerity and kindness made

me feel like one of them.

When I checked my phone as I went out, oh my god, Jia Yuan, my mother-in-law, and my father-in-law had called me many times last night.

When we arrived at the restaurant, they had already ordered a lavish dinner. The four of them ordered a table full

of high-end dishes. Mr. Shi said it was Director Li's treat to calm our little Tan down.

I sat down a little awkwardly, especially since I was wearing clothes Director Li had bought for me.

But once we started eating, the atmosphere returned to the previous night. Sister Zhao and I chatted enthusiastically, while the two older men talked

animatedly.

We didn't drink, but they opened a bottle of Moutai, and as if that wasn't enough, they opened another.

Sister Zhao and I gradually stopped talking because the two older men, their tongues slurred, started talking about women.

They talked about their funny experiences pursuing female classmates in college, which made us laugh out loud from time to time.

When they had drunk more than half of the second bottle, Sister Zhao insisted they drink no more; in fact, they were

starting ramble.

So, we said goodbye. Since some of my things were still in my room, Director Li said he would accompany me to get them. So, I

accompanied the dizzy and unsteady Director Li to see Sister Zhao and the others to their car.

As soon as they left, I realized that Director Li wasn't actually that drunk. He suddenly became very polite to me, and

when it came time to pay the bill, he was perfectly sober. The total for four people, plus two bottles of Moutai, was over 40,000 yuan. The nearly two-pound wild

yellow croaker alone cost over 8,000 yuan. After

the leader signed the papers, we left the restaurant.

The elevator was supposed to have ladies first, but it was still a bit shaky.

Once inside the room, it felt a little awkward with just the leader and me. I said to Director Li, "Boss,

wait a minute, I need to call the laundry to bring the clothes over. I'll go to the bathroom to freshen up.

" "Okay."

I came out of the bathroom and found Director Li already asleep on the sofa.

Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. The laundry brought the clothes I'd soiled yesterday,

neatly ironed and packed.

When I came in with the clothes, Director Li was woken by the doorbell.

"I was asleep?"

I replied, "Yes." Suddenly, I had a sudden thought and added, "He was even talking in his sleep!"

Director Li, startled, quickly asked, "What did I say?"

He stood up and walked towards me.

I grinned at him, "I won't tell you. If you bully others at work in the future, I'll

report you.

" Director Li, realizing what I meant, grinned back, "Okay, okay, report me, report me." "

Boss, thank you for everything you've done for me these past two days, but I have to pay you for the clothes."

"Hmm, okay!" Director Li replied slyly. "

The clothes are on me, and it's also my way of apologizing for forcing you to drink. As long as one of the most beautiful women in our bureau hugs

me, we'll call it even."

Director Li said, emboldened by the alcohol.

"Huh? Boss, you're cheating, trying to take advantage of me." I said, somewhat annoyed, and instinctively raised my hand

in a threatening gesture. Director Li casually

grabbed my raised hand and pulled me towards him, pulling me into his arms.

"That's not good, head—" Before I could finish speaking, Director Li, his breath reeking of alcohol, kissed me.

These past two days of close contact with Director Li had actually made me lose all wariness of him; on the contrary, I felt a growing fondness for him.

Therefore, I gave a token push in his arms, letting him hold me and kiss me.

I can't handle kisses; they make me weak all over

. Under Director Li's passionate kiss, I had already lost all resistance.

Director Li supported my hips with one hand and held my head with the other, and I could clearly feel a hard

thing pressing against my stomach. Director Li

sucked my tongue into his mouth, almost preventing me from pulling it back. I had to stand on tiptoe to cooperate with his kiss.

The hand supporting my hips pulled me closer, pressing my body against his—at this point, I

no longer needed him to hold my head; I instinctively pressed myself against him with his kiss—Director

Li freed his hand to pull up my bra from behind, trying to touch my skin more directly.

I realized what was happening. Although I didn't dislike Director Li, I wasn't ready to take things any further.

During a break in our kiss, I nudged him and murmured, "Boss, this isn't right, let's stop here."

But to my surprise, upon hearing me, Director Li's hand, like a madman, reached into my bra behind my back

, feeling the bra strap against my skin and pulling me towards the front.

I tried to struggle free from his embrace, but my phone rang in my pocket. Hearing the call,

Director Li hesitated for a moment, then freed his hand from supporting my hips and took

the phone .

"Answer it," Director Li said without hesitation.

I saw it was my husband's overseas number and was shocked. It was him.

Even more unbelievable, Director Li had already pressed the answer button the moment he said "Answer,"

leaving me no choice but to answer. "

Hello—," I stammered into the receiver, "

Wife, what happened last night? Why didn't you answer my calls?" Jia Yuan's anxious voice came through the phone.

He even asked if I had finished my task last night. "

No, nothing, I was tired from working overtime yesterday and went to bed early"—but my boss didn't

stop his further harassment just because I answered the phone. Both his hands were inside my bra. I

tried , constantly twisting my body and squeezing my arms tightly together to prevent

him from taking further advantage.

But Jia Yuan continued his incessant nagging on the phone. I felt so uncomfortable—actually,

I only gave perfunctory replies to most of what Jia Yuan said on the phone; I didn't listen at all, nor could I.

What wife can calmly handle her husband's phone calls while being harassed by someone else?

Then, my husband asked when I would finish my task. He said he would be back soon.

In front of my boss, I didn't know how to answer this perverted husband.

But when I heard my husband mention the word "task" again, I inexplicably relaxed my guard against my boss.

Taking advantage of my momentary lapse, my boss unhooked my bra from behind, and I groaned into the microphone, "Ah!"

Hearing my cry, my husband quickly asked what was wrong.

I stammered that I had twisted my ankle.

After unhooking my bra, the boss moved the battlefield from face-to-face to behind me, starting to lift

my clothes.

I squirmed, my womanly instincts preventing me from moving.

When the boss pulled all the bra and underwear out of my jeans,

he pushed them up above my breasts.

I was so ashamed I didn't know what to do. My husband was still on the phone talking about the kids' kindergarten, and I answered him half-heartedly, afraid he'd notice

something was amiss.

The boss didn't touch my breasts directly at first; his hands caressed my stomach, slowly

moving upwards—as he approached my breasts, he traced the marks left by the bra against my skin, slowly making circles. Finally,

his hands completely grasped my breasts—and I let out another "Ah!"

My husband hurriedly asked if I had twisted again, and I reflexively hummed in response. At that moment, both my breasts were

completely in my husband's hands, and he began to intentionally or unintentionally invade my nipples. I pushed him hard with my hips

, and he finally calmed down, covering my breasts with both hands, pressing his head against my shoulders and neck, kissing

my ears and neck—and freeing one hand to start caressing around my navel.

I can't remember what my husband said on the phone now; actually, I couldn't concentrate on listening to him at the time

.

My husband's hand began to grope along the edge of my jeans. To prevent him from going further down, I placed

one hand on top of his hand.

Fortunately, he only groped along the edge of my jeans.

Just when I thought he was a gentleman and was only touching me, his hand started to slip through my jeans and move downwards.

I nervously grabbed his hand tightly, but thankfully, his hand only touched the top edge of my underwear and then came back.

This went on repeatedly. Just when I got used to his way of touching me and thought his hand had stopped there,

he went even further, slipping through my underwear and moving down until he touched the top of my pubic hair. When I tried to pull my boss's

hand away, it came back up to me.

Then his hand went down again, stopping at my pubic hair, only playing with the upper

part.

Just as I was letting my guard down, oh no—his hand suddenly moved down, and my entire genitals were in

his palm—at that moment, I couldn't care less about the phone call with my husband. I said into the phone, "Honey, we'll

talk I have something urgent.

" I put down the phone to deal with my boss.

Boss, this isn't right, please, please don't do this!

As I spoke, I grabbed my boss's hands, trying to pull him up, but I realized that without me noticing,

the buttons and zippers on my jeans had all been undone by him. Before I could finish speaking, he moved in front of me and

quickly pulled down my jeans and underwear, pulling them all below my knees. "

Hey, head— "

I was instantly stunned by his actions, standing there dumbfounded, unable to react.

He took the opportunity to bury his head in my genitals. "

No, no—head—"

I murmured weakly.

I felt his tongue licking my genitals. Because I was still wearing pants, he tried to spread my legs, but

I held them tightly, trying to hold onto my last line of defense. Even after all this, he was like an angry bull, and

I could only imagine him picking me up and throwing me onto the bed like a toy. He then ripped

my pants off completely and threw them aside.

Now my lower body was completely exposed, naked in front of him.

I instinctively used both hands to cover my completely exposed genitals, but then the leader said, "You should cover

your face."

I was so ashamed that I actually did as the leader said, covering my genitals with one hand and my face with the other, turning

my body to the side with my back to the leader—the leader climbed onto the bed, twisted my body, and forcibly spread my legs,

oh—

the leader's penis was already inside me.

After the leader penetrated me, he was quiet for a moment, then began to thrust into my genitals like a mad dog.

I felt his body tremble, and a warm sensation came from my vagina. He then lay on top of me, motionless

—I was pinned beneath him, and I felt an unspeakable grievance. I cried—and my cries

grew louder and louder—the leader, still inside me,

seemed to get anxious seeing me so upset. "Xiao Tan, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I liked you as soon as I came to the company"—the more he

said, the more I cried.

Suddenly, the leader got up, pulled out his penis, and grabbed me, saying, "Come on, go and report me now, report me for rape!"

I was so frightened that I quickly stopped crying and stared blankly at the leader. When I came to my senses, I saw his penis emerging from his

pants It wasn't soft yet, and it was very thin and short, about the thickness of my thumb.

How could a 178cm tall person have such a small penis?

I couldn't help but want to laugh. My boss, seeing my sudden, strange expression, was stunned—actually, I didn't

dislike him. When he hugged me, I already knew things would turn out this way. It was just that I couldn't stand

him possessing me in this way. My crying was just a woman's way of venting. "

Are you going to sue me or not?" my boss asked gently. "Can't you be a little gentler with me?

Why are you so rough?" I muttered under my breath.

But my eyes never left his penis. It had already gone soft; it was the smallest

adult .

"Oh my god, your crying scared me." My boss knelt between my legs, gently stroking

my naked lower body. I pulled my clothes over my genitals—the leader

kissed my thighs, slowly moving upwards. I gradually lay back down on the bed. When the leader parted my legs again, I no longer resisted; I

even shyly opened my legs, cooperating a little. The leader put my legs on his shoulders, and slowly

buried his head between my thighs. He licked my clitoris and labia, trying to insert his tongue deep into my

vagina—his hands constantly stimulated my nipples and caressed my body—

the pleasure tingled all the way to my toes—

I felt a surge of heat gushing from my vagina; I knew it was lubrication. I sensed that while kissing my

genitals, my boss was pulling down his pants. His mouth remained pressed against my vulva, and his limbs

moved frantically . When he gently lay on top of me, I knew he had removed all his

clothes. He wanted to remove my shirt as well, and I hesitated, but cooperated.

Finally, he stripped me completely naked.

I tried to pull the blanket over myself, but he firmly refused. I was left naked, being watched by a

familiar yet strange man. My body felt hot, and I covered my eyes in shame.

He kissed my neck, then down to my breasts, gently biting my nipples. With each kiss,

my legs moved restlessly. His legs were between mine; I knew he wanted to enter again.

With his help, I obediently opened my legs again. Yes, I knew he was penetrating me again

.

Suddenly, a strange thought occurred to me: did I want to feel his penis more closely?

I contracted my vaginal muscles slightly, and my partner reacted immediately, glancing at me quickly and saying, "Bite me

." To be honest, the sensation in my vagina was just the awareness of a foreign object entering; it didn't have the fullness I

felt when my father-in-law penetrated me. However, I experienced a stimulation in my clitoris that I had never felt before. As my partner began thrusting—

or rather, the impact of our genitals—constantly stimulating my clitoris, I even felt the urge to urinate. It

wasn't an orgasm, but rather the pleasure generated by the stimulation—I started moaning, no longer embarrassed to hide

the tension from my throat caused by the pleasure—the clitoral pleasure was also tingling and numbing, a little stimulation… A series

of stimulations, a continuous series of events—I don't know what my expression was like lying beneath my boss, I only

saw his face flushed red with excitement—suddenly, my boss trembled again, I knew

he had ejaculated inside me again, but I didn't feel anything, just that his penis was harder and thicker than before when he ejaculated

—my boss then lay limply on top of me, and I naturally stroked his

hair. After a while, he gratefully kissed my cheek, and I boldly stared at him, a

man who had just entered my body and ejaculated, responding to his kiss—

I don't know how long we lay there kissing like that? Then I was disturbed by the ringing of my phone again. "

Is that your husband?"

my boss murmured in my ear. I pushed him away, still on top of me, and found my phone. Looking at

the number, it was my father-in-law's. "

Hello, Dad, it's my father-in-law's call." My father-in-law hadn't come home for two days and was worried about me.

I told him I was busy at work these past two days and would be home tomorrow. My father-in-law asked: "Which home?" I knew what he

meant.

In front of my boss, I said something only my father-in-law and I understood: "It's our own home."

My father-in-law asked on the phone, "Noon?"

I replied, "Yes."

While I was on the phone with my

father-in-law, my boss was touching my genitals. Only after hanging up did I realize that he was carefully wiping away the fluid that had leaked from my genitals. His attentiveness increased my feelings of affection, and

my face flushed. What was I doing?

After hanging up, my boss silently carried me into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and carefully washed

my body , especially my breasts and genitals. He washed them very thoroughly. While applying shower gel and washing

my genitals, he intentionally or unintentionally stimulated my labia and clitoris, forcing me to slightly open my legs.

I gasped, my toes pointing upwards in pleasure, from the constant stimulation. I held onto

his shoulders, afraid of falling.

He then carefully dried me off.

With a soft slap, he lightly tapped my bare buttocks. "Okay, go get dressed."

I obediently hummed in agreement and left the bathroom.

When I finished dressing, my boss came out naked. Even though we'd just made love,

I still felt a little embarrassed seeing him naked. I turned my head away.

He quietly approached me, hugged me from behind, placed his hands on my breasts, and kissed my neck.

It tickled, and I tried to pull away .

"Quick, get dressed," I whispered.

He finally released me and helped me put on my clothes from behind.

Normally, I'm quite casual around him, but now I felt a bit awkward. Everything about me as a woman was completely private with

him My breasts had been sucked, my genitals had been kissed, and there was still some of his

semen left in my vagina.

"Xiao Tan, you go first, I'll come down later."

Thinking it over, I blurted out, "How am I supposed to see you at work after this?"

Unexpectedly, he replied, "You won't see me that often at work"—which made me turn around and raise my fist to punch

his chest. Before I could land, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me again: "I'll be good to you."

My boss whispered in my ear, "

You're so bad, you rapist."

I pretended to be angry and pulled away from his embrace, straightened my clothes, and left.

I didn't hear what else he said behind my back—

it was already late. I asked the doorman to bring the car, and just as I started it, the phone rang again. I picked it

up was my husband.

"Wife, what are you doing? Why didn't you answer my call?"

I yelled back angrily, "Completing your task!" and hung up. While driving,

the phone rang several more times. I knew it was my husband, but I didn't answer.

I woke up; it was Sunday. I lazily reached for my phone and checked the time—it was almost midnight. There were

many missed calls: from my husband, my boss, a text message from my boss, and my father-in-law. My father-in-law? I suddenly

remembered that I had arranged for him to come over at noon. A sharp thought struck me, and I was fully awake. I quickly called him.

As soon as the phone rang, I heard his voice: "Child, where are you?" "

I'm sorry, Dad, I overslept."

"Oh, it's good to be home. I'm back at the clinic now," my father-in-law said. "

Dad, I'm coming right now," I said, and hung up.

After quickly getting ready, I drove to his clinic.

No man, whether my husband or my boss, carries more weight than my father-in-law. That's how much he means to me.

The location in my mind.

When I arrived at the clinic, it was lunchtime, and no one was there; the door was ajar. I hurriedly opened it and went in.

My father-in-law was sitting at his desk. Seeing me come in, he smiled kindly at me as usual: "Have you eaten?"

Because I was worried someone would come in, I didn't rush into his arms.

"No." "

Sit down for a while. Almost done? I ordered your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and fish head soup from the restaurant next door."

After saying that, my father-in-law got up and left.

I was fine. I sat down at my father-in-law's desk and leaned over to see what he had written.

"Child, child, child"—my

name was written all over his prescription—

my tears instantly welled up. I didn't feel guilty about the affair with my husband, but I felt

guilty towards my father-in-law, having cheated on him.

A moment later, my father-in-law brought in the food. Seeing my tear-streaked face, he anxiously asked, "Child, what's wrong?"

I shook my head, and shook my head again. I didn't know what to say to my dear father-in-law, and I

couldn't say anything.

My father-in-law went out and closed the door, then handed me a napkin to wipe my tears.

He sat down in front of me, and I choked back

tears as I ate the food he had ordered for me. As I ate, I threw myself into his arms and cried uncontrollably. It took a long time before I finally

stopped. Throughout the whole ordeal, he gently patted my back, saying almost nothing. Now I was sitting in

his lap.

"Dad, I missed you," I said, still choking back tears. "

Child, I know," he said.

"Dad," I hesitated

, then stopped. "Don't say anything, don't say anything. Just be okay, Dad."

I rested my head on his neck, slowly regaining my composure. "

Dad, I'm still hungry. I want Dad to feed me."

He said earnestly, "I'll feed you, I'll feed you."

Just then, I vaguely felt something hard pressing against my bottom: "Dad, are you hard?"

My father-in-law smiled as always. "

Dad, it's been so long since you've had any. Do you want some?"

My father-in-law smiled but didn't answer.

So I squatted down, unzipped his pants, and took out his penis. Squeezing it, I felt a real,

tangible sensation. "

Dad, how long has it been since you washed? It stinks!" I got up and went to the inner room to get some alcohol swabs to wipe his penis . The coolness made him make a slurping sound. 　　I pretended not to know. "Dad, what's wrong? " 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　"Cold, cold— 　　it'll warm up soon." Then I put his penis in my mouth 　　, licking the quickly harden. 　　I forcefully sucked on his penis, but unfortunately, he ejaculated so quickly in my mouth, so much that I choked. 　　"Child, it feels so good," 　　my father-in-law said happily, stroking my head. 　　I licked away the semen he had ejaculated, and when his penis drooped, I put it back into his pants . 　　As I stroked my father-in-law's penis, the image of my boss's underdeveloped penis flashed through my mind, and a sly smile crept across my face—"Dad, come home early today, I'll be waiting for you at home. 　　" My father-in-law nodded gratefully. 　　I chatted with him for a while and ate some food, then bought some things and went to my mother-in-law's house to see the children. Then, I made excuse and went back to my own home to wait for my father-in-law. 　　Around 4:30, the doorbell rang. I knew my father-in-law had arrived, and I happily opened the door and rushed into his arms. 　　Don't let my father-in-law's age fool you; he's incredibly strong. Without any hesitation, he picked me up and carried me to the small room next to my husband's bedroom. He was no longer the gentle man he once was; instead, he ripped off all my clothes as quickly as plucking a feather. I liked his roughness and domineering nature. As he undressed me, I continued kissing him . When we fell onto the bed together, I spread my limbs, and he kissed my breasts, stimulating my nipples with his tongue. One hand explored my genitals, stimulating my clitoris, then he inserted his fingers, searching for my erogenous zones on the vaginal walls. A tingling sensation spread from my vagina outwards, and I experienced the orgasm brought on by his fingers once more. My whole body convulsed, and my vagina spasmed uncontrollably. 　　My father-in-law, adding insult to injury, parted my legs and thrust his large member inside me, instantly filling my thirsty vagina. With each gentle thrust, his body trembled. As he gradually increased his strength, I reached the climax of my orgasm—a floating sensation like a cloud. Oh, Dad— 　　　　　　　the electric-like spasms of excitement sent me into a blank state. 　　When I regained consciousness, my father-in-law was on top of me, supporting my body, looking at my dazed expression with kind eyes: " You're awake child." 　　I tried to move, but found his penis still erect inside me. 　　"Dad, you're so good," I said lovingly to him. " 　　Child, I haven't ejaculated yet." 　　"Yes, Dad, just ejaculate inside me." I hadn't had my period this month and hadn't used contraception. 　　I felt weak and limp. My father-in-law began thrusting again, and I lovingly stroked his face, my lower body responding to the in-and-out movements of his penis. "Dad, are you tired?" "Lie down, let me do it." 　　My father-in-law shook his head and increased the intensity of his thrusts. My vagina reacted again to the stimulation of his penis. I leaned back and kissed him. With a spasm in his body, I heard the sound of his ejaculation. 　　"Dad," I kissed his lips forcefully, and another orgasm washed over me. Although not as intense as before, the spasms were still incredibly wonderful. 　　My father-in-law lay limply on top of me, panting heavily. I stroked his body, my heart filled with sweetness. 　　After a while, I pushed him down to lie flat. I leaned down and kissed his genitals. The two ejaculations within a few hours had left his penis completely limp, moving freely in my mouth as my tongue swayed.

I was with my father-in-law, and he didn't ask me where I'd been or what I'd done the past two days. He didn't ask, and

I didn't mention it either. I didn't answer my husband's calls. I didn't know what to say to my perverted husband.

I just let him be.

On Monday, driving to work, I felt incredibly relaxed, but as I approached the office gate, the image of my boss's small penis

suddenly . I chuckled

to myself, but a heavy feeling instantly settled over me. I prayed I wouldn't run into him. I didn't know how to face the boss who had ejaculated inside me.

That's life; the things you least want to see are the things that happen.

As I neared the office gate, I saw an Audi approaching. I was

closer to the gate than the other car, and I knew it belonged to my boss. I don't know what I was thinking, but I floored the gas and sped past him,

cutting in front of his car to enter the gate.

Generally, when they see a leader's car, the department staff will give way, and the leader's driver is used to

having priority . I doubt the leader's driver expected me to cut in front of him today. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the leader's car

brake sharply to avoid me. I

muttered "rapist!" at the leader's car and drove off, only to see the security guard

staring in astonishment.

As I leisurely strolled into my office and sat down, a colleague rushed up to me and said, "Xiao Tan, you've

caused trouble."

I was stunned.

My colleague continued, "To avoid your car, the leader's driver braked suddenly, and the leader hit the front seat

, his nose is bleeding.

" Huh? This time I was shocked. The leader's driver wanted to settle the score with me, but the leader criticized the driver for driving

too fast and is now at the infirmary.

I sat dumbfounded at my desk, at a loss—then suddenly got up and went to the infirmary.

In the corridor, my colleagues gave me strange looks, but I didn't care.

When I arrived at the infirmary, I learned that the leader had received some basic treatment and returned to his office.

I was momentarily lost, unsure whether to go or not.

Hesitantly, I went to the boss's office. Standing at the

door supposedly "showing concern."

Upon seeing me, they all gave me disdainful looks and made way for me.

Feeling apprehensive, I finally saw the boss, but I couldn't help but laugh at his appearance—he had cotton stuffed in each of his

noses , like Santa Claus. The boss greeted me

with a gentle, smiling smile: "Xiao Tan, you drive so recklessly! I've learned my lesson today."

"Sorry, boss," I said, lowering my head somewhat embarrassed. "

It's alright, our car was just going too fast,"

the boss said kindly.

But the deputies beside me started scolding me.

The boss came to my rescue, saying, "Xiao Tan, it's alright, go to work!"

I quickly slipped out of the boss's office, letting out a deep breath.

But thinking about the cotton in his nose, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself—"Hmph!" Serves him right—

rapist —

now my workplace is infamous, first for my appearance, now for my personality. Even

so, I continued to do as I pleased.

The next day before leaving work, I received a text from my boss: "We're meeting at our usual place tonight to discuss an environmental investment project. I hope you

can attend on time.

" My heart instantly raced. If it weren't for yesterday's incident, I definitely wouldn't have gone.

But now, feeling apologetic, I wanted to find an opportunity to express my remorse and apologize.

I texted back: "Is the boss alright?"

My boss replied: "Which boss?"

I replied: "You scoundrel." It was almost time

to leave work, and my colleagues were chatting. I overheard that my boss was going on a business trip tomorrow. I thought to myself, "Going on a business trip

tomorrow , and still trying to have fun today? What a lecherous old man."

As we approached the Hilton Hotel, I suddenly changed my mind. About eight kilometers from the Hilton was

an international resort in another county town. I had been there many times with my husband and children; it was also a five-star hotel.

And there was a spa where you could take a bath.

So I found the phone number and booked a room directly. I bypassed the Hilton and went straight to the International Resort.

Just as I was approaching the resort, my boss's phone rang. I checked the time; it was almost 6:30.

As always, he spoke gently on the phone: "Is there traffic?"

I said, "You tell me where to go, and I go there? Why should I?"

Hearing this, he became anxious: "You're not coming?"

I said, "Yes."

I could hear the frustration in his voice. "

I...I've been waiting for you here for so long! Even if you weren't coming, you should have told me!"

he said, sounding aggrieved.

"I'm not coming. I'm going to the International Resort now, room 2615." After saying that, I heard him

say, "My dear little princess—" and then I hung up.

Soon, I arrived at the resort. I checked in at the front desk, got a private bath room, and ordered

dinner to be delivered directly to the room. I didn't even go to my room; I went straight to the resort's spa.

Outside the private room was a separate area for meeting and tea, next to which was a massage room with several massage beds.

Turning into a passageway from here leads to the changing room, followed by a separate 30-square-meter

heated pool. It costs 200 yuan per hour on weekdays, double the price on holidays. Manual massage is extra.

When my husband and I come, our pre-ordered meals are delivered to the tea and lounge area. Alcohol and soft drinks are available in the refrigerator, also at an extra

cost.

After entering, I changed immediately. Various sizes of disposable swimsuits are provided for the bath.

I placed my phone by the pool, adjusted the massage intensity, and lay in the warm water, enjoying the gentle waves massaging every part of my

body .

It felt so good—

at that moment, I imagined my boss's embarrassing state. He probably sent the driver back, had to call a taxi,

check the front desk to see who registered for this room, then knock on the door for ages without anyone answering, and then

call me—hehehe .

The spa room has a monitor screen, so everything happening in the lounge is clearly visible.

Around 7 o'clock, all the food I ordered was served, but the rapist still hadn't arrived. I was wondering about

it when my phone rang: "Hey, where are you? I've been knocking on your door for ages and you won't answer."

I could tell the boss was getting impatient.

"Oh, is that so? Go to room 188 in the spa on the 18th floor."

Without waiting for a reply, I hung up.

About seven or eight minutes later, I saw the boss on the monitor cautiously push open the door to the meeting room, open

his mouth a few times, stare blankly at the food on the table for a moment, then pull out his phone and call me again: "What's going on?

Where are you?"

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