Colleague Wang Jianren

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One of the men, surnamed Wang, was about three or four years older than me. He seemed refined and spoke in a friendly manner, and I had a strong liking for him (not romantically, of course). After about six months of getting to know each other, we became more familiar, and our conversations became more casual. Occasionally, he would make some lighthearted remarks to the women, but it wasn't frivolous. Therefore, he was quite popular among the female colleagues. Plus, he was quite computer literate, so the women would often ask him for help. It was summer, and I forget what it was about, but I asked him for assistance. He stood next to me, teaching me how to operate the computer. After I learned, I operated it myself, and he continued to watch. But then, without warning, I noticed him staring at my chest. Because it was summer, my neckline was loose, and my breasts weren't large, so from his angle, it was clearly visible. This kind of awkwardness is something almost every woman experiences. The smart thing to do is to casually stand up and pretend to get some tea or water, or quietly cover yourself. But I immediately pulled down my collar. He then realized I knew he was spying, and the situation became a little awkward. To my surprise, he leaned close to my ear and whispered, "So white." My face flushed instantly. My colleagues were all there, so I didn't dare say anything. Besides, given the incident, it wasn't easy to lash out, so I could only swallow my anger. But what surprised me even more was that after he returned to his seat, he sent me a message on QQ: "Little Bean Bun" along with a lewd emoji. I fiercely replied with three daggers and three lightning bolts. I thought that was the end of it, but what was infuriating was that he would call me "Little Bean Bun" on QQ every few days, and I would always respond with daggers and lightning bolts. In real life, he was relatively well-behaved, occasionally glancing at me with a sly, malicious smile—the kind of lewd smile men give. Every time, I would give him a disdainful look, but inside, a mix of anger and shyness would well up, and my face would flush slightly. (Women often experience these complex emotions when flirted with, and usually, the feeling isn't bad. Unless the guy is frighteningly ugly or repulsive.) It was the end of the month, so I had to work overtime. After nine o'clock, my colleagues left one by one, and I worked for another half hour, basically finishing. I had to send everyone's materials to him to finish up. Only the two of us were left in the office. I picked up my bag to leave, but he called me back. "Little Bean Bun, stay with me. If you leave too, I'll be all alone, and I'm afraid of ghosts." Hearing his nickname, I immediately swung my bag at him, but he chuckled and dodged. When I tried to throw it again, he grabbed my bag. I was furious. "If you call me that again, I'll..." I wanted to say something harsh, but I couldn't think of anything I could do to him. "Little Bean Bun isn't a derogatory term. I really like Bean Buns. How about I call you Little White..." he chuckled. "Little White Bean Bun." I swung my bag again, but this time he grabbed my wrist. I tried to take it back, but I found that men are really strong. He snatched the bag and put it on the table. "If you dare call me that again... I'll call you King of Scoundrels." I said seriously. "Okay, that's our nickname!" He still grinned. "It's settled, you're Little Bean Bun, and I'm King of Scoundrels, it's a deal." "Scumbag!" I cursed angrily. Actually, I was helpless against him. I turned to leave, but he grabbed my waist. He held me very tightly, which instantly made me alert. I thought he was just trying to get some verbal advantage, but his action of grabbing my waist made me suspect that he wasn't just trying to get some verbal advantage, but had even bolder ideas. "They say girls with small breasts are more sensitive, let me verify it." He moved closer to me and quickly placed his other hand on my chest. Even through my clothes, it made my body tremble. This kind of scene had happened before. I was once forcibly pushed by a sexual partner in the office, and I've written about this experience. It was the same office, but if I wasn't prepared... "Let go, you pervert!" I angrily pushed him away, but my push wasn't very strong. He continued to rub me and forcefully kiss me, his hand even reaching inside my clothes to pinch my nipple. I quickly succumbed. My breasts were indeed sensitive, but more importantly, deep down I seemed to accept what had happened before, my inescapable fate. "I bet you're already wet!" After a passionate kiss, my cheeks were flushed, and I was practically leaning against him. "Small-breasted girls are indeed sensitive." He pulled his hand out of my collar, turned around, and locked the door. Two buttons on my collar were undone, and one side of my bra was pulled down, exposing my nipple. I stood there blankly, thinking of the sexual partner I had been entangled with for three years. Tonight was almost a replay of that day. Could it be that I and that slut Wang were also... We see each other all the time in the office, and I didn't dare to think any further, but I didn't even think about running away. He returned, embraced me, and kissed me. His hands began to unbutton my clothes. I grabbed the collar but didn't struggle. After my clothes were open, he unhooked my bra... His hands grabbed my breasts without any cover. "Although they're not big, they're very elastic, haha!" His palms rubbed my nipples, a feeling like an electric shock, causing my uterus to tighten and a warm current to surge in my lower abdomen. "Why...don't men all like big breasts?" I let go of my collar, completely giving up the struggle. "I really like small bean buns." Wang the slut continued to grab and knead my breasts. "You're very sensitive, my intuition won't be wrong, you'll be unforgettable." It should be said that he was also a master of flirting. Kissing, kneading, before long, I was unsteady on my feet. He pulled down my panties directly from under my skirt and touched my wetness. "Little slut, so wet~" he teased, opening up the nap bed and stripping himself naked. The office, the nap bed—it was almost a carbon copy of that time. This was fate… I truly believed this was my destiny, inescapable. That bastard ripped off my last skirt, and he sat naked in the chair, pulling me, naked, onto his body. His large hands encircled my breasts, groping them, while his penis churned between my legs. "Mmm~" I groaned softly after a while. "Come on up!" he whispered in my ear. Since it had already happened, there was no need for restraint. I tried to sit back, but it wasn't easy. So I turned around and straddled his lap, and he leaned back slightly, his penis standing erect at a 90-degree angle. I didn't have a boyfriend at that time, and I really needed it. I held onto it and slowly straddled him. Because it was so slippery, it easily swallowed me completely. A blissful feeling of fulfillment! I closed my eyes and twisted my waist, slightly adjusting the angle and depth of penetration. Suddenly… Wang Jian's hand gripped my breast, his penis thrusting forcefully inside me. I moaned softly, but then it quickly withdrew from my vagina, a deep sound escaping his lips. I reached for his penis, wanting to fill myself again, but suddenly felt something wet on my buttocks, and his penis was also sticky. "You… came?" I asked in surprise. He nodded. "Sorry, I don't know why I couldn't hold back." I was extremely disappointed. I rolled over and found that there was also a sticky liquid overflowing from my vagina. I hadn't felt it, but he had definitely ejaculated inside me and on my buttocks. I grabbed my bag, took out some tissues, and wiped myself with my legs crossed. I was somewhat frantic. Wiping semen in front of a man is the most shameful thing for a woman, especially when that man isn't her husband or boyfriend. "I didn't do this before, today…" He tried to explain with a look of shame, while I hurriedly put on my clothes and fled the scene. Back home, I was both amused and exasperated. It was absurd. A few playful words in the novel had stirred up old memories, and I'd been taken advantage of by that scoundrel Wang almost without resistance. I wondered what he'd think of me—a prostitute? A public bus? So easy to get on, and without a condom… I gave a bitter laugh. Even more embarrassing was that I'd thought it would release some of my desire, but it vanished instantly just as I'd gotten aroused. I could sense he was experienced; this premature ejaculation was probably an accident. But I couldn't verify whether he was normal or not. It had to end there. A month later, I resigned. Later, I kept in touch with a former female colleague and learned that he'd slept with a married colleague, but her husband had suspected him, leading to a minor scandal. He'd blocked me and we'd never contacted each other again. (The End)

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