Ah Bin's Workplace Series

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This cold snap came unexpectedly, and so did this meal of ginger duck. A few days ago, the company held an event. Peter and I were helping to inflate balloons at the venue. During a break, I sneaked away to a corner for a smoke. Peter, being nosy, was holding a fully inflated double-walled red heart-shaped balloon when someone called him. "Hey, can I have this balloon?" We turned around. I only knew it was a girl from the company; Peter is very popular with women, so I guessed it was someone he knew. "Sure," Peter said, "but you have to trade it for your hot dog." The girl held up a hot dog. I looked her up and down. She had long, straight, shiny hair, a delicate, rosy face, finely shaped eyebrows, and almond-shaped eyes that, though not large, were very alluring. She had a straight nose, bright red lips, and a very well-proportioned figure. She was wearing a fuzzy short A-line dress and black knee-high boots—honestly, a very attractive woman. She really did trade the hot dog for the balloon and left happily. "Who's that?" I asked. Peter shrugged, indicating he didn't know. "Go on, Manager," Peter said, munching on his hot dog, urging me to go back to being a fluid dynamics engineer! The cold snap arrived the next day. At lunchtime in the staff cafeteria, Peter and I ran into the girl again. She happily ran up to us, reaching out to flip Peter's name tag: "Hi, what's your name... um, Peter." "And you?" Peter asked. "Cy." She tossed her long hair; I thought she looked beautiful. She ran off again. In the afternoon, as usual, I patrolled the offices on each floor. I saw her alone in a secluded little room. I smiled and went in. She looked up at me and gave me a polite smile. "So you work in this department." I looked around the little room. "Yes, why are you walking around so much at work?" She only then noticed my name tag: "Ah! Manager!" She suddenly became reserved. "What?" I stared at her: "Haven't you ever seen a manager before?" "No," she said, looking down: "I didn't know before." Afraid the atmosphere would be too awkward, I casually said, "Peter said he'd like to take you out for dinner tonight." "Really?" She perked up. "What are we having?" "It's cold, how about ginger duck?" I improvised. "Okay, what time?" She readily agreed. "I need to confirm with Peter," I said, "He'll come and let you know." I left the small room and returned to my office. Peter was busy with his documents. I told him I'd accidentally made plans with Cy, and he laughed. I then urged him to confirm with Cy. He went briefly and returned shortly to say the time was set, and we'd go as soon as he finished work. Around six o'clock, Peter and I waited for her in the parking lot, and she appeared right on time. We rode in Peter's car to a ginger duck stall a few blocks away. Peter ordered a few dishes at the counter and brought back a small bottle. "Shall we drink this?" he asked. I glanced at Cy; she didn't object. Peter had already started pouring. At the roadside stall, we used disposable plastic cups. Peter filled them to the brim and then raised them: "Cheers!" I thought he was joking, but he really did finish his drink in one gulp. Impressively, Cy also finished his in one go, so I had no choice but to follow suit. Once the drinks started, the conversation flowed freely. We chatted happily about everything under the sun, without any inhibitions. I found Cy to be very generous, and Peter, who was always quick to egg us on, often laughed until we were breathless. I hadn't laughed like that in months since my relationship with Yu Hui became strange. We talked about everything under the sun, without any regard for decency. Cy and Peter both drank many glasses, and the atmosphere was very lively. I told Cy I was planning to resign, and she seemed surprised. I said there wasn't any particular reason, just a personal choice. Cy still didn't understand, staring at Peter with those captivating eyes. Peter smiled and invited us to have another drink. "Hey! Ah Bin, Peter, you didn't invite me for a drink!" I turned around and saw it was Ah Tai. He sat down, and Cy immediately poured him a drink. "This is Section Chief Hong," I introduced them: "This is Cy, she's… my sister." Atai, of course, didn't believe us. He just smiled and looked at us, raising his glass and saying, "I brought a friend. They're at the next table. You guys drink, I won't bother you." After Atai left, I saw Cy holding her flushed cheeks, lost in thought. It turned out she had overdone her drinking with us earlier. "Peter," I said, "you take Cy and go first. I'll go find Atai and have a few more drinks with him, then he can drive me home." Peter understood what I meant and stood beside me, whispering, "Manager, could you lend me two thousand dollars?" I gave him the money and helped him get Cy to his car. Cy was quite dizzy, but she still remembered to say to me, "Bye... um... brother?" I smiled and said, "Bye, little sister, cheer up." Peter slowly slid the car out of the driveway. I turned back and walked to Atai's table, where he had already filled his glass and was beckoning me. The next day, Peter came into the office an hour late. He immediately took the money to return to me. I took it and put it in my pocket. We discussed the things we needed to get done that day, and then we went our separate ways to get to work. Before I went to patrol the field in the afternoon, I deliberately dragged Peter along. When we got to the small office, Cy saw us, and her beautiful face suddenly flushed red. She didn't dare look at Peter and only greeted me with, "Good afternoon, brother." I left Peter there and continued my patrol. When I came back, Peter was gone, so I went in to chat with her. I noticed that Cy was sometimes shy and sometimes cheerful, with many expressions in her eyes. Occasionally, without realizing it, I felt like I had fallen into her pool of autumn water. In the following days, I would go to her small room to sit and chat with her casually. I was surprised to learn that she was already thirty years old. I had always thought she was about twenty-six or twenty-seven, like Peter. We became more and more familiar with each other. Whenever I had free time, I would hide in her small office to smoke. Occasionally, we would have some playful intimacy. Like once, she deliberately kissed my cheek, saying that I wouldn't be able to explain it when I got home. Three weeks after I met Cy, the company held its year-end party, which was probably the time I left the company.Before the last task before leaving the company, Peter and I were incredibly busy. It was almost 11 PM when the party ended. A few guys from the department that helped us clean up invited three girls from another department to go to karaoke, and Peter and I were invited too. Peter was already half-drunk. I drove him, and he kept telling me about his experience working with me for the past year. Suddenly, he changed the subject and talked about Cy, saying he didn't want Cy to ruin our brotherly relationship. I found that statement intriguing; I didn't want to compete with him for a girl. That night at karaoke led to some more events, which I'll recount later. Then, I started preparing for my resignation, but I still saw Cy every day. Once, I accidentally told Cy that Peter was jealous of me. Cy's face darkened, and I quickly changed the subject. In the past few days, I've received many invitations from various departments to farewell dinners. At the dinner with Bush and the others, I got drunk. Bush worked in the same office as us, but in a different department. He was also involved in the KTV business, but it wasn't important here. After I got drunk, Peter took me home. This time, it was me telling him about my situation with Cy and my feelings for him. I know I said a lot, but I don't remember most of it now. One thing I do remember is that I also made a phone call to Cy, rambling on about a lot of things. Then I passed out. A long, long time later, I woke up with a very strange feeling. I felt warm because I was lying on a comfortable bed, covered with a soft, thin blanket... and holding a beautiful body in my arms! But it was clearly not Yu Hui. Yu Hui was voluptuous and supple. The one I was holding was light and graceful, like a little bird nestled against me. She buried her face in my chest. I didn't need to lift her face; just from her long, black, flowing hair, I knew it was Cy. She was almost half-lying on top of me. I knew we were both naked, and my left hand was around her slender waist. I unconsciously moved my hand down, gliding it over her soft, round buttocks. "Brother's awake?" she asked quietly. I didn't answer, but continued to gently stroke her buttocks, and she immediately shivered. "So sensitive?" I said with a smile. She tilted her head back, her almond-shaped face blushing, and gently pecked my chest with her lips. I raised my right hand and held her nipple-shaped breast. She didn't dare look at me, and used her fingertips to smooth my messy chest hair, saying, "So much hair, so wild... There are even wilder parts!" I said. "Don't be so proud," she chuckled, "I helped you bathe last night, but it was all show and no substance." "Oh dear!" I said, "How can you be so sure when you're drunk? Come, come, let brother show you..." As I said this, I hugged her tightly, trying to roll her over, but she pushed me away with both hands, her face serious. "Wait," she stared at me seriously, "Brother, I have a question for you." "What? Was what you said on the phone last night true?" I stared at her, her eyes darting around. I swear I don't remember what I said to her on the phone."Dom, but I know exactly what I said. My sweet little sister..." I hesitated, then stopped myself. "Hmph," she playfully tilted her head to the side, "You only speak the truth when you're drunk... Do you want me to get you drunk again?" I pulled her close, and she nestled against me softly. My throbbing erection was roaming along the inside of her thighs, making me feel incredibly hot. She still insisted I tell her how I felt. I held her tighter, slowly pulling her down, and of course, we began to make intimate contact. But she wasn't willing to let me do as I pleased; she used both soft and hard tactics, coaxing and cajoling, just to get me to say it. I was already as hard as a log, the tip stuck to her wet, sticky mound, how could I bear it? Just as I was about to force my way in, she suddenly bent her knees like a frog, clamping my waist from both sides. This made it easier for us to connect, but her tightly bent legs effectively prevented me from pressing her down. I was incredibly embarrassed, but she calmly pressed me for my confession. I was at a loss for words, and after struggling to no avail, I agreed to have a cigarette first before telling her. She obediently reached out and lit a cigarette for me, glancing at me sideways. What was infuriating was that she slowly moved her lower body, causing my genitals to throb painfully. I really wanted to jump up and rape her, but her amused gaze made me unable to bring myself to do it. I focused on gathering my thoughts, exhaling the last puff of smoke, extinguishing the ashes, and finally honestly confessed my feelings for her. As I spoke, she lowered all her guard. We cuddled together, and as she listened to me, she let me inside her. Before long, I had completely taken her, or rather, she had completely taken me. We moved quietly, very slowly, of course. I was still pouring out my feelings, and I don't know if it was my words or my actions that pleased her, or perhaps both. Cy's phoenix eyes were half-closed—my God, I swear they were the most alluring eyes I'd ever seen. She was breathing softly, occasionally letting out a soft "hmm..." or "uh..." sigh. The words in my heart flowed out of my mouth, and finally, I finished. Cy's intoxicating eyes lingered on my face. Beneath her, I began my assault, but she stopped me again, asking me questions about what I had said. Questions? Damn it! What a darn Virgo vixen! I answered her with a pained expression, while searching for space to move. She didn't flinch, but cooperated by twisting her slender waist. I breathed heavily as I answered her questions, but they came one after another; she was probably testing whether I was lying. My engorged area proved I wasn't lying. Finally, she stopped objecting—perhaps it was my speed that made her agree. I thrust upwards rapidly, her secretions splattering across my thighs. She bit her lower lip, trying not to make a sound. I didn't force her, maintaining a steady rhythm as we expressed our love. Suddenly, she convulsed a few times, then abruptly sat up, thrusting forcefully against me. I felt her intense contractions, binding me tightly, filling every cell of my being with pleasure. Only then did I truly see her exquisite figure. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned, the curve of her waist incredibly alluring, her small, firm, round buttocks full of elasticity. I had secretly slapped them once at work, eliciting a coquettish reproach from her. Now, she let go of everything, riding me joyfully; it felt like a dream. She placed her hands on her waist, tilted her face back, and swayed her little bottom rapidly. Soon, she was half-squatting, half-sitting, tossing herself in the air, becoming increasingly wanton. I was completely captivated by her; she was breathtakingly beautiful. I grabbed her hips and rocked her back and forth relentlessly. Caught off guard, she gasped for breath, her body defiantly arching back, her long, flowing hair flying as she spoke of her pleasure. Cy finally reached her climax. Despite her attempts to keep it a secret, she cried out. With a soft moan, her body trembled violently as she desperately tried to sit firmly on me. I decided to deliver the final blow, bending my legs to brace myself on the bed and thrusting in and out with powerful strokes. Cy's cries were melodious, unable to bear it any longer, and she slumped softly back into my arms. I felt a gush of warm fluid flow onto my body, and then her tight, sensitive area relaxed, becoming a gentle trap. Oh, my lovely sister had climaxed. I stopped stimulating her for a moment, gently holding her and caressing her shoulders, back, and hips. She slumped against my chest, her erratic breathing easing. Ah… she said: I love the feeling of being loved… I snuggled close to her, feeling both tender and affectionate, when suddenly I remembered something. “Little sister,” I asked, “how did I get here?” Cy’s face flushed again, and she glared at me. “How did you get here?” She spat: “Peter brought you!” “Peter…” I stammered: “He…he…you…I…have a lisp?” Cy pressed her nose against mine: “You two have a strange relationship!” “No,” I kissed her forehead: “It’s because we both know the other likes you.” Cy lowered her eyelids, looking thoughtful. Without warning, she suddenly said softly: “Brother, I want to show you something.” She didn’t get up, but reached into the bedside table and pulled out a light red document—an ID card. She held it in her hand and showed me the front. The photo on the ID card was probably taken when Cy had just graduated, still looking quite young. I saw the date of birth; she was a little over twenty-nine years old. I tried to take it, but she shook her head, turned the ID card around, and showed me her other information. Her household registration section was densely filled with writing, indicating she moved frequently. I also saw the surnames in her parents' section, and… in the spouse section, there was also a man's name. I froze, completely surprised. Cy put the ID card away, pressed her face against my chest, and neither of us spoke. "What are you thinking about?" she asked later. "I… I don't know," I couldn't answer. "We're separated. He's a bad guy," Cy said. "A bad guy?" I asked. "How bad?" "He hits me," Cy paused, "every day." "Divorce!" I said. "Peter and I will help you with the lawsuit." "He won't…" Cy shook her head: "Let's not talk about this anymore, brother. Now you know, we'll still be good friends, right?" I kissed her alluring red lips, and she intertwined her tongue with mine. The part of me immersed inside her body began to stir again, throbbing and pulsating, causing Cy to tremble in waves. As her beautiful eyes gradually lost focus, I rolled over and pinned her down, my hands reaching down to encircle her waist, pressing heavily against her delicate body. Oh… she groaned. I became even gentler, slowly retreating to her entrance, then slowly, slowly pushing myself in, once, twice, ten times… a hundred times… Cy smiled sweetly, but she couldn't take it anymore. She swayed her round little buttocks, urging and welcoming me. I remained slow, and Cy grew impatient. "Brother… harder…" she pleaded. Huh? I pretended to be clueless: "How do I harder?" "It's… it's…" She couldn't explain, so she stopped, grabbing my buttocks with both hands and pressing down. She arched her back, letting out a satisfied groan. Oh… I suddenly understood: So that's how it is… I'm going to die… Cy lightly bit my shoulder. Of course, it didn't hurt. I said: "Okay! It's coming!" Before she could finish speaking, I thrust into her with lightning speed. Cy's expression froze, looking dazed and confused, even her breathing stopped. For about half a minute, Cy suddenly came to her senses. She gasped for breath, then let out continuous, silvery sighs, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me, clinging to me desperately, writhing. I held her tightly too, our burning connection growing increasingly excited and wet. I assaulted her like a storm, and she writhed wildly like a snake, the final touch drawing ever closer… closer… We forgot all worldly concerns, only relentlessly entwined in our struggle. The end of the world had finally arrived. Unlike before, when hot soup overflowed, this time Cy's whole body convulsed continuously, her chest arched high, and the beautiful depths of her vagina transformed into a flower. The stamens of that flower kept clinging to my tip, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I groaned and thrust into her even more violently. A surge of molten lava burst through all obstacles from the earth's core, spraying into her narrow space and pouring into the honey well.The deepest part of the wildflower community in Japan. We embraced, neither of us strong enough to speak, and soon fell asleep. When I woke up again it was past one in the afternoon. Cy helped me take another shower, and then I called the company and asked Peter to find someone to ask for a day off for Cy. Peter said he had already taken care of it, and I told him I would be going to Office soon. CNBY straightened my clothes and tied my tie, and saw me to the door. She took my hand and asked me if I would remember her after I got to the new company. I nodded, kissed her on the lips again, and then left her place. I went out onto the street. The weather was cold, but the sun was still shining brightly. Of course I will remember, my dear sister.

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