[Urban] A Nobody's Romantic Encounter (Complete) - 1-3

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[Synopsis] How does an ordinary guy, dumped by his girlfriend and at the lowest point in his life, manage to woo his beautiful boss, gain the favor of many beautiful women, and be forced into a relationship with a rich girl? This is a legendary tale of an ordinary person that will leave you breathless. Come and fantasize about being an ordinary guy who will have a romantic encounter! The novel is clearly based on real life, with skillful writing and vivid, realistic language and plot. It especially offers unique and delicate descriptions of the life attitudes and sexual views of women born in the 80s and 90s.

Chapter

1: Breakup

in the Presidential Suite of the International Hotel. On the large bed with its light gold-colored bedding, my girlfriend Xinran and I were embracing each other naked. Xinran's starry eyes were half-closed, her pink lips pressed tightly against mine, our tongues intertwining and swirling. One of my hands was around her shoulder, the other on her round, firm buttocks, her small, soft breasts pressed against my chest. My penis was inside her vagina, thrusting powerfully, her body rising and falling with the rhythm of the thrusts. Her lips, kissing me, emitted soft moans.

Xinran's vagina was wet and hot, the folds of flesh inside churning, tightly gripping my shaft and glans. Her vaginal fluids had already soaked my scrotum, leaving a shallow watermark on the sheets beneath us. I thrust into her vagina with three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, and soon Xinran reached orgasm. She closed her eyes tightly, arching her neck as high as she could, her body stiff, emitting a deep groan. Her hands, wrapped around my back, dug their nails almost into my muscles.

I held her tightly, my cheek pressed against her carotid artery. I could feel her rapidly beating pulse. Her neck was hot, and her face was flushed. Her vagina, like a suction cup, first slightly opened, then quickly and powerfully contracted, gripping my glans tightly. My glans felt tingly and unbearably sensitive, almost causing me to lose control. The sensation was indescribable.

I knew Xinran's beautiful vagina intimately. She had been my girlfriend for four years. Whenever I inserted my penis two-thirds of the way into her vagina three times in quick succession, then thrust deeply all the way in, and then quickly pulled out, repeating this a dozen times, Xinran would inevitably reach orgasm. Like Newton's laws, it was eternally unchanging.

For a full minute, when my penis could once again move freely in and out of her vagina as before, I knew she had returned from her orgasm. As the flush faded, a happy smile spread across her lips. She gave me a strong, forceful kiss on the lips, then released me, laughing heartily. Her bright, sparkling eyes gazed at me tenderly as she said, "I love you! Zhao Bo. I feel so happy. Being with you is so joyful. Making love with you is the most enjoyable time of my life. You are truly amazing!"

"I love you too, Xinran. We will be together forever. If you like making love, we will make love, until the day we can no longer do it."

I looked at Xinran with deep affection. I loved this woman before me; I loved her to the core. My life could no longer be without her.

As I said this, Xinran's expression returned to normal, still full of affection, but a barely perceptible hint of reluctance, a trace of sorrow, and a resolute determination flickered in her eyes. She hugged me tightly, slowly lowering her head, her rosy lips pressed against mine again, kissing me passionately, her breath quickening once more. As I responded to her passionate kisses, I gently laid her down on the bed, my arms supporting me on the back of her legs, her feet dangling. My penetration became more powerful, the soft, splashing sounds of my thrusts echoing in the large, desolate room, accompanied by Xinran's slightly disordered moans.

I thrust deeper into her again and again, she gripping my head tightly, her small mouth sucking incessantly on my tongue as it penetrated her mouth, so forcefully that my tongue ached slightly. Her vagina was also constantly demanding, opening and closing, all the folds of flesh joyfully welcoming my large, horned penis.

Finally, during one of the most intense thrusts, I felt a contraction in my perineum. I quickly pulled out my penis, and Xinran cooperated by sitting up, her face meeting my wet penis. My entire penis contracted tightly, then suddenly relaxed, and streams of milky white semen gushed out, splashing onto Xinran's dazzlingly beautiful face. Soon, her pink tongue, the tip of her nose, her long eyelashes, her forehead, and the ends of her hair were covered in semen.

She opened her small mouth and took my still-erect penis in, sucking hard and repeatedly, while using her fingers to gather the semen on her face to the corners of her mouth. Then she spat out my penis, scraping clumps of semen into her mouth, looking up at me, swallowing the mouthful of semen. Her powerful and obvious swallowing movements were so ecstatic that my heart fluttered.

Xinran looked at me with a smile in her eyes, sticking out her long, empty tongue. I smeared the last two drops of semen from the head of my penis onto her tongue, and with a flick of her pink tongue, she swallowed them. Then she took my penis back into her mouth, gripping it with one hand and vigorously stroking and twisting it, making me feel incredibly good even after ejaculation. It surprised me; when did this little girl start liking my semen?

In my memory, Xinran rarely drank my semen; she said she didn't like its unique taste. Tonight, she savored every single drop, as if it were a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And after swallowing the semen, I saw her take a deep breath, as if trying to imprint the scent deep into her mind, never to forget it, which left me completely baffled.

This was my fourth ejaculation tonight. The moment my tense muscles relaxed, exhaustion washed over me. I breathed heavily, collapsing like a bull into Xinran's naked arms. Her fresh, warm scent filled the air; I inhaled deeply, my heart fluttering. Xinran happily wrapped her arms and legs around me, her head resting affectionately on my shoulder. Her slender fingers gently caressed my back. She didn't speak to me as usual; the room was quiet for a moment.

Once my breathing had calmed, I got up and said, "I'm exhausted. Is that enough? Darling, I'm dying. Let's call it a night. There's plenty of time. We can't finish everything in one go."

I pinched Xinran's firm nose, a happy smile on my face. Then, I lay down comfortably beside her.

Xinran stared at me intently, then climbed into my arms, resting her head on my chest. Her soft little hands caressed my protruding abs, then she twirled a small amount of hair between her slender index finger, looking thoughtful.

"How's your mother's health? I haven't heard you mention her much lately,"

I said, my hands behind my head.

"She's alright. But this can't go on like this. I'm really scared,"

Xinran said.

Yes, since Xinran's father passed away, her mother had developed kidney problems due to overwork. She had to go to the hospital for dialysis every month and take medication daily, with medical expenses alone costing over a thousand yuan a month. Moreover, since becoming ill, she couldn't do any strenuous work, and her mother was laid off from the factory, living on a few hundred yuan of unemployment insurance from the government each month. Although she could occasionally help people put up small advertisements in the community to supplement the family income, Xinran's younger brother was still in university, and various expenses were substantial, so the family's difficulties were unimaginable.

Xinran works as a waitress at a five-star international hotel in N city, earning three thousand yuan a month. However, after sending two thousand yuan home, it's barely enough to cover her own food and lodging expenses, making life extremely difficult. She's only truly happy when she's with me. We often sneak into the hotel rooms when Xinran is on duty and they're empty, staying overnight and then returning everything to its original state in the morning. Enjoying a five-star hotel without money has become something we're quite proud of.

Lately, Xinran has been very depressed and downcast. When I talk to her, she often seems lost in thought, and I know she's worried about her family. I took an envelope from under my pillow, handed it to Xinran, and said, "Here's four thousand yuan. Take it and send it home so your mother can pay your brother's tuition for this semester."

"I can't accept any more, Brother Zhao Bo. You've helped me so much. I really don't know how to thank you. I can't take any more."

Xinran pushed the envelope back and said.

"Take it, or I'll get angry. I'm single now and don't need to spend any money. You can take it first. What's the point of dividing it? What's mine is yours."

I stuffed the envelope into Xinran's hand, pretending to be a little angry.

Xinran silently took the envelope, and I felt some cool liquid dripping onto my chest. I got up and hugged Xinran. While wiping the tears from her face, I said, "Why are you crying? Look at you, all teary-eyed. You're going to be mine. If you cry and look ugly, I won't want you anymore."

"Waaah... Brother Zhao Bo, you're struggling to make ends meet yourself. How can I accept helping me like this?"

Xinran buried her head in my chest and cried even harder, her tears quickly soaking her breasts.

I hugged her tightly. I felt a pang of self-hatred. I graduated from a top university in N city, but the intense job market meant that even after more than a year, I could only find a job assembling computers for people in a computer mall, earning a meager 2,000 yuan a month. This 4,000 yuan was the result of years of saving.

I hated myself for not being able to better help Xinran.

Xinran cried for a long time before finally falling into a deep sleep in my arms. I gently placed her on the pillow, pulled the sheet over her delicate body, and wiped away her tears. Then I kissed her luscious red lips, gazed at her for a long time, and kept repeating in my mind, "Xinran, I must make something of myself, I must earn a lot of money to cure your mother's illness. I will marry you in style."

Although I held onto this persistent thought, the road ahead seemed uncertain, and I hadn't seen any signs of a turnaround. A wave of melancholy washed over me, a mixture of frustration and helplessness washing over me. In my drowsy state, a heavy sleepiness overwhelmed me. I lay down next to Xinran and fell asleep, one hand tightly holding her slender, delicate hand.

I slept for a long time, and it was a very sweet sleep. Suddenly, I heard hymns being sung in the church.

Xinran and I, both wearing wedding dresses, were having passionate sex in the wedding hall. Xinran lay on the altar in front of the officiating pastor, her white wedding dress lifted to her waist, her thighs in white stockings draped over my shoulders. I wore a sharp suit jacket on top, but my lower body was completely naked, my penis thrusting wildly inside her deep vagina.

The relatives and friends attending the wedding below watched intently as Xinran and I happily united, their faces beaming with joy. The pastor stood at the altar, methodically conducting the wedding ceremony.

After Xinran and I both said, "I do!", the ceremony began with the reading of the wedding vows.

"By the holy will of God, I hereby solemnly swear: I, Zhao Bo, take you, Li Xinran, as my wife, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, I will love you, respect you, and cherish you, until death do us part."

I leaned down, gazing deeply into Xinran's eyes, solemnly swearing my oath while simultaneously quickening my thrusts.

"By the holy will of God, I hereby solemnly swear: I, Li Xinran, take you, Zhao Bo, as my husband, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, I will love you, respect you, and cherish you, until death do us part."

Xinran looked at me, a happy smile on her face, and also swore her oath.

The pastor prayed, saying, "God, bless the one who will wear this ring, grant them a peaceful life until the end of their days. Amen."

I placed a large diamond ring on Xinran's left ring finger and kissed her lips. She also placed a wedding ring on my outstretched ring finger. I quickened my thrusting, and amidst the sacred wedding march and cheers of the crowd, my thick penis rapidly expanded inside Xinran's vagina. I ejaculated deep inside her, a large amount. As I withdrew, a milky white liquid flowed out, running over Xinran's pink anus and dripping onto the floor.

Xinran stood up joyfully, picked up her bouquet, and tossed it high into the air. Friends and family rushed to grab it, but an accident happened. The bouquet, though high, didn't go far; instead, it fell towards me, hitting my still-erect penis precisely. The thorns of the roses pierced the glans, and I jumped up in pain…

I woke up. I realized it was just a morning dream, no flowers, no wedding, no huge diamond ring. A large pool of semen covered the tip of my penis, soaking a large patch of the light gold sheets. I had a wet dream. I was still in the presidential suite at the National University, but Xinran was nowhere to be found, only a faint fragrance remained on the pillow. I assumed she had gone to the bathroom.

When I opened the bathroom door, Xinran wasn't there, so I searched all the rooms. Finally, on the coffee table in the living room, I found a hotel note under four thousand dollars, with Xinran's tear-stained message: "Dear Zhao Bo, by the time you read this message, I will have already left this city.

I'm sorry, I really didn't want to leave. But a few days ago, I met a wealthy businessman who took a liking to me.

He agreed that if I stayed with him, he would pay for my mother's treatment and cover all my brother's university expenses. Forgive me, I really couldn't resist. My mother needs a kidney transplant to be completely cured, but the 300,000 dollar cost is something I can't afford right now, and the doctor said this year is the best time for her to have a transplant."

"I'm sorry. Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. If I could exchange my life, my youth, even my love for my mother's life, I would choose to. Although it's very unfair to you, reality is cruel. I'm sorry, forget me, don't come looking for me. Just pretend I never existed. Thank you for all your help, I can never repay you in this life, only in the next. I wish you eternal happiness and joy. Xinran, today."

After reading the message, I was stunned, my mind went blank, and the surroundings were dark and silent. I rushed out of the presidential suite, unable to wait for the slow elevator, and ran all the way down the stairs from the 15th floor to the hotel entrance, bending over and panting heavily. The streets were still bustling with people, and the hotel entrance was still crowded with guests, but my Xinran was gone. I shouted her name loudly, dialing Xinran's phone again and again, but apart from the surprised looks from passersby, no one answered me. Xinran had disappeared from my world.

I don't know how I staggered back. All the roads seemed clear to me. Amidst the screech of brakes and curses, I safely returned to my lodgings. There was a half-empty bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) on the coffee table. I picked it up, tilted my head back, and downed the entire bottle. I smashed the bottle against the wall, shattering it into pieces, glass everywhere. Then I went to the bed, kicked off my shoes, collapsed onto the bed, glanced at the dark window, and, under the influence of alcohol, quickly drifted off to sleep.

I dreamt again. I dreamt of Xinran's beautiful face, her long, straight hair, and her wearing a floral dress and sheer flesh-colored stockings.

I also dreamt of her perfect naked body, a huge penis inserted into her vagina, repeatedly performing that familiar three-shallow-one-deep thrusting motion. The man turned around; I couldn't see his face clearly, but it was covered in banknotes with the image of Chairman Mao. I swung the kitchen knife in my hand fiercely, and for a moment, blood splattered everywhere, turning the whole world blood red.

I woke up. I vomited violently into the toilet seat. There was hardly anything in my stomach to begin with; all I could see were clumps of green bile. Then came excruciating dry heaving. The near-death experience of vomiting gave me a slight respite.

I gasped for breath, glanced again at the dark night outside the window, and heard the sound of cars rushing by below. I grabbed a full bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), staggered, downed it, and slammed it against the floor. The sting of shards of glass stung my foot, followed by a gush of hot liquid. I went back to bed and collapsed into sleep again.

I slept fitfully in my dorm room for two days and two nights, each time I woke up only to be knocked out again by another bottle of Erguotou. I didn't wake up until I'd finished both bottles of Erguotou, on a bright, sunny afternoon. An intense hunger struck, proving I was still alive.

I put on my slippers, stepped over the shattered glass, urinated, brushed my teeth, threw the dull scraper into the trash can, and carefully trimmed my beard hairs with a small pair of scissors. I took four or five eggs from the refrigerator, haphazardly spread them on a frying pan, and left them to burn in the blue flame of the gas stove. I took a carton of milk from the refrigerator, turned off the stove, sat on the sofa, and used a steel spoon to scoop eggs into my mouth until I couldn't eat anymore. Then I swallowed them down with a big gulp of milk.

After finishing the eggs, I stared blankly at the wall. Then, idly counting the shards of glass on the floor, I suddenly realized that Xinran would never appear again. I curled up listlessly, burying myself deep in the sofa. Sadness struck me again in an instant, tearing open my chest. I was extremely sad, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks, seeping into the corners of my mouth—they tasted salty.

I was heartbroken. My life underwent a qualitative leap in a very short time, suddenly stepping into the bitter cold of winter. Even assembling computer after computer in the un-air-conditioned basement, shirtless, I still felt cold. Everything and everyone was frozen solid. I could no longer feel even the slightest passion. Everything was indifferent. I was no longer positive, no longer naive, no longer dreaming, no longer happy. I could no longer trust anything. I watched coldly, without excitement or pain. The landlady's red toes could no longer stir my emotions. I was truly a complete mess, or perhaps the world was hopelessly doomed.

Chapter 2: Amazing

Until one day a month later. My mother called to say it was my father's birthday and asked me and Xinran to come home for dinner. I then remembered that I hadn't been home in a long time. I bought two packs of Hongtashan cigarettes from the stall downstairs, wrapped them in newspaper, and took several buses back to that old-fashioned 70-square-meter apartment, the place where I grew up, where my beloved parents lived.

When they saw me return alone and my dejected expression, they understood everything. My mother kept nagging and piling food into my bowl. Dinner was quickly finished in a somber atmosphere. My mother went into the kitchen to wash the dishes, while my father and I drank wine from a plate of peanuts.

"What's wrong? Is it over with Xinran?"

My father asked after taking a sip of wine.

"Hmm."

I hummed, picked up a peanut and put it in my mouth, chewing intently while keeping my eyes on the plate.

"You need to know, life goes on. It doesn't change because of anyone. Your mother and I don't have any big demands, we just hope you can live a good life."

Dad looked at me, put down his glass, and patted my shoulder.

Looking into Dad's loving eyes, I picked up my glass and said, "Yes, I will. Happy birthday, Dad!"

Two glasses were brought to the lips of the two men, and then the glasses were empty. A fiery heat rose from my stomach, warming my whole body.

I left my parents' house and walked down the street. The streetlights were bright, cars were flowing, and pedestrians were hurrying. On the riverside benches, lovers were displaying their happiness. Yes, life goes on.

In the days that followed, I put Xinran into a box, wrapped it with thick bandages, and placed it in a small corner of my heart, never to touch it again. The world really doesn't crumble without anyone. I regained a tiny bit of confidence in life and a small, almost nonexistent, hope for the future.

My days seemed to continue normally, yet I was hopelessly sinking into despair. Aside from having to endure my boss's exploitation to earn a meager living, I spent all my time hanging out with Lu You, wandering around like usual.

Lu You has been my best friend since my sophomore year. We fight together, drink together, and chase girls together.

I met him during a drunken brawl one summer. That night, both our groups were drunk and bumped into each other on the sidewalk, which led to a fight. Lu You punched me in the face, and I kicked him hard in the stomach. We both ended up in the hospital; I had a head injury, and he had broken ribs.

For a month, we were in the same hospital room, looking at each other, going from initial dislike to joking and teasing each other until we became inseparable brothers.

Lu You's parents were retired cadres from a state-owned enterprise. They owned several shops in the suburbs of N city, earning a monthly rental income. This money, combined with their substantial pensions, was enough for Lu You, who was currently unemployed, to live a slightly more carefree life. He often drove his secondhand Beijing Jeep to various universities, looking for naive first- and second-year female students to have some fun with.

After we'd had our fill of that, Lu You and I would spend our days doing nothing. We'd either be watching one American blockbuster after another in our dark, gloomy room, and of course, porn, or we'd be drunk or asleep in my dorm room.

Finally, one weekend, Lu You couldn't stand my smoky, cramped apartment anymore. With slightly red eyes, he spit out a sentence to me: "My penis is moldy. Time to go pick up girls!"

Before, when I was with Xinran, I disapproved of Lu You's constant changing of girlfriends. I always told him that without an emotional foundation, you can't achieve true sexual arousal. But after Xinran truly disappeared, I realized how ridiculous my previous warnings were. At 26, Xinran was the only woman in my life. I no longer refused Lu You's invitations, and since he was covering all the expenses, I was even happier. I treated this tryst as a farewell ritual. I only hoped this ritual would bring some surprises, unlike other rituals that were monotonous, routine, and bland.

In the evening, when we could no longer sleep, Lu You and I shook off the lingering smells of smoke, alcohol, and body odor, and stepped out of the pitch-black room, the sun outside blinding us.

We ate at a nearby tavern. I ordered stir-fried pork liver and intestines. Lu You ordered stir-fried eggs with chives, plus duck blood and flat vegetable soup. I looked at him in surprise; he said it was an aphrodisiac. I said, "You should just cut off those two ounces of meat and replace them with beef or horse meat; that would be more practical." " What age do you have to be trying to boost your virility?"

After dinner, it got dark, perfect time for a hunt. I asked Lu You where we were going. He drove me straight to the entrance of an art school in N city, excitedly telling me, "Let's go pick up college students. These days, college students born in the 80s and 90s are easy to pick up. You can find tons of them. And they're extremely open, more adventurous than prostitutes. Plus, they're clean. How about it? Very fresh and tender, like plump, fresh cabbages!"

I didn't care. Who cares? Like worshipping heaven or a flag, does it matter who the virgin is? As long as she's a virgin, that's the most important thing. Right now, I only need her to be female.

Soon, Lu You and I each walked out of the art school with a freshman girl on our arms. We went straight to a bar called "One Night Stand" in Twenty Mile Village. That bar was luxuriously decorated, elegantly styled, exquisitely designed, exuding extravagance everywhere. It was a place frequented by white-collar workers, urban beauties, some celebrities, and successful people. The main reason for choosing this bar was to see all sorts of high-class beauties. Although I could sense their disdain for us insignificant characters from the looks they gave us, Lu You and I thought, "I paid to come see you, so what? It's not illegal, is it? If you don't want to be seen, then don't come."

We chatted about everything under the sun at a four-person booth with a view of the entrance, and drank quite a bit. We'd already gone through five dozen bottles of 30-yuan Sun Beer—it was really expensive, almost like robbing a bank. Later, we decided to play thirteen-card poker. The person with the most cards had to agree to one of the winner's requests and follow it; if they couldn't, they had to drink three bottles. Lu You, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and his eyes half-closed from the smoke, exchanged a glance with me, and I nodded knowingly.

Sun Qian and Zhao Li didn't know each other before, so I wasn't worried about them teaming up. In the first round, with Lu You and me working together, we quickly doubled our winnings against the two girls. In comparison, Lu You's girl, Zhao Li, had two fewer cards than my girl, Sun Qian, so Sun Qian lost this round. After Lu You played all his cards, he took the lead.

"So, handsome young man, what do you want me to do?"

Sun Qian exhaled a puff of smoke, rested her hands on the small table, and stared at Lu You.

Lu You was lean and wiry, not tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and well-developed muscles. He had small eyes, a large nose, and a buzz cut, and looked very energetic. That's why Sun Qian always called him "Little Handsome Guy.

" Lu You had his arm around Zhao Li, one hand groping her thin thigh through her black stockings, saying, "I'm a good guy. I don't want you to do anything perverted."

Lu You stared lustfully at Sun Qian's full breasts, took a sip of tea as if thirsty, paused deliberately, and continued, "But my only hobby is liking women's clothes. Just take off one piece of clothing and give it to me, and that'll be enough."

Sun Qian was only wearing a t-shirt with a celebrity pattern and a black short skirt. Wasn't this blatantly asking Sun Qian to show her underwear? It was unclear which piece she wanted to take off. The two men were staring at her intently, their eyes gleaming.

Sun Qian was a performing arts student at an arts school. She had a curvaceous figure, long legs, and an excessively prominent bust. In my opinion, she would score an 80 out of 100 in terms of looks. Her individual features weren't particularly striking, but together they created a naturally alluring charm. Her eyes were captivating, sparkling, which greatly enhanced her appeal and was why she scored over 80.

"Fine. Who told you to be so handsome? I'll grant your wish."

Sun Qian stood up readily, raised her long legs, and slammed her black knee-high boots onto the small square table with a thud. The sharp metal heels almost pierced the tablecloth. Then she unzipped the side zipper, revealing her calves encased in sheer flesh-colored stockings.

"Stop. Boots aren't clothing!"

Lu You exclaimed, barely suppressing his drool. Zhao Li, standing beside him, was leaning on his shoulder, one hand inside his shirt, caressing him.

"Who said I was going to take off my boots?"

Sun Qian quickly grabbed the ankles of her boots and pulled her legs out. A small, delicate foot in stockings was revealed to everyone, and through the sheer toe, her toes were painted with the same bright red nail polish as her fingernails.

Then, Sun Qian pulled her short skirt up, revealing the flesh-colored lace-trimmed stocking top. She inserted her two fair thumbs into the top of the stocking and slowly rolled it forward, pulling off the sheer stocking. Holding the lace top with one hand, she raised her arm, and a long stocking hung down. Releasing her fingers, the stocking fell onto the square table, and I could smell the faint scent of flesh emanating from it.

Using the same method, the other stocking was quickly pulled off and placed on the square table as well. Sun Qian put her boots back on, sat down, took a swig of beer, and said, "Let's continue playing cards. Here, handsome, take these stockings. They're yours. Go back and smell them while you masturbate, it'll be exciting! Haha."

Lu You, seeing his scheme hadn't worked, was somewhat helpless, but could only continue playing.

In the second round, my cards were good, while Lu You looked miserable. If I hadn't been helping Lu You, I would have won this round. In the end, Sun Qian won, with Lu You having the most cards. This was going to be interesting.

"Handsome, how should I punish you? I have absolutely no interest in men's clothes. How about something old-fashioned, like you climb on the stage a couple of times and bark like a dog?"

Sun Qian teased Lu You smugly.

Lu You was already eight or nine-tenths drunk; three bottles and he'd be passed out. But when he heard he had to bark like a dog, he looked like a dead pig. This guy was incredibly proud; he'd never do anything that would embarrass him, but he'd do anything for face, even smashing, looting, and burning.

"I'm thirsty, have a few sips of tea first. We can talk this over, Sun Qian. I heard there's a striptease show here later tonight. There's even a male striptease, let's watch it together before going back."

Lu You picked up his teacup and gulped it down, changing the subject.

"Hey Lu You, stop pretending. Pay up for your punishment first. How about you drink three bottles?"

Sun Qian's eyes widened, relentless.

"I'm telling you, dear Sun Qian, look at me, I'm already in my late twenties, still barking like a dog like a child, that's so embarrassing. Can we change it to something else? As long as it's not embarrassing, anything is fine. If you see someone you don't like, I'll go and chop them up for you right now."

Lu You patted his chest, speaking with an air of righteous indignation.

Sun Qian smiled without saying a word, seemingly considering other punishments, her gaze falling on the two flesh-colored stockings she had just taken off on the table. Finally, she exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Okay! I'll give you face. If you don't bark like a dog, I'll treat you to two cups of milk tea. Just drink every last drop."

"Okay. I agree. Waiter. Waiter. Bring two large cups of milk tea for this table."

Upon hearing this, Lu You, fearing Sun Qian might change her mind, immediately ordered the waiter to bring the milk tea.

"Stop. Listen carefully, I'm treating you. Of course, the milk tea only counts if I make it. Don't worry, you won't be shortchanged on milk or sugar, and I won't poison you."

Sun Qian's eyes gleamed mischievously as she smiled at Lu You.

"Okay. It's just milk tea, right? I can drink a whole tub without a problem. Then I'll trouble you, Sun Qian, to make it for me."

Lu You said nonchalantly.

Soon, two cups of milk tea were brought and placed in front of Sun Qian. Sun Qian smiled and took the sugar and milk jugs, adding two spoonfuls to each of the two cups of tea. She stirred them twice, and just as Lu You reached for his milk tea, Sun Qian

shoved her hand away. "What's the rush? It's not ready yet." Lu You reluctantly withdrew his hand. Sun Qian looked at Lu You meaningfully. She picked up one of the stockings she had taken off earlier, placing the slightly darkened toe of the stocking into a cup of milk tea. This time, Lu You was dumbfounded. He watched as Sun Qian placed the other stocking into the other cup of milk tea, stirred it with a spoon, and then presented the milk tea to Lu You.

"Handsome boy. This is original stocking milk tea, absolutely authentic. I guarantee I've worn these stockings for two days, no doubt about it. Please try it! Hehe." Sun Qian snuggled into my arms, looking at Lu You's bewildered expression, and chuckled again.

Lu You held back for a long time. Lu You glared fiercely at Sun Qian, who was leisurely exhaling a smoke ring, and said, "You're ruthless. I'll drink it. I've been screwed by you, you perverted little girl."

With that, Lu You picked up a cup of milk tea, tilted his head back, and gulped it down. The stockings in the cup covered his lips. He then drank the other cup. Putting down the cup, Lu You said, "Alright. Not bad. Very pungent, but refreshing and smooth."

Sun Qian shook her head and said, "I mean, not a drop left. There's still plenty in the cup."

"Ugh. You're not going to make me lick your stinky stockings, are you? No way. I won't do it,"

Lu You protested.

"Fine. As you wish. Then I won't lick them."

As she spoke, Sun Qian took the stockings out of both cups, wrapped them together, and twisted them against one of the cups, squeezing all the milk tea from the stockings into the cup. Soon, that cup was almost half full again.

The cup was pushed back in front of Lu You. Seeing his displeasure, I smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, alright, Lu You's already drunk it, no need to be so fussy. Everyone's happy, come on, let's continue."

"A bet is a bet! If you can't handle losing, don't play. Losing and then cheating, what kind of face is that?"

Sun Qian continued to taunt. It seemed she was determined to challenge Lu You tonight.

"Who can't handle losing? I love drinking, I love the original flavor of Hong Kong-style milk tea. I'll drink it!"

Lu You finished the remaining half-cup of milk tea.

Seeing the tension between Sun Qian and Lu You, I tried to avoid either of them winning or

losing in the following rounds. For several rounds, either Zhao Li or I won, with Lu You and Sun Qian tied. Zhao Li and I only gave each other gentle punishments like flicking each other's foreheads or kissing each other on the lips, and everyone remained peaceful.

Soon, Sun Qian and Lu You's relationship returned to normal. Seeing them flirting and teasing in a slightly more normal way, I thought to myself that both of them were perverts—one a new pervert drinking "original flavor" milk tea, the other an old pervert who concocted it.

As the card game on the table progressed, I played a few cards. Just then, I noticed Lu You staring blankly at the entrance, and Zhao Li, sitting next to him, followed his gaze. I turned my head in confusion, and a tall, extremely sexy young woman walked in alone.

Stunning! What is stunning? You only truly understand what stunning means when you see her. The woman was incredibly beautiful, with a captivating, cold beauty in her eyes that made it hard to look directly at her. Although she was completely covered by a long black dress, it couldn't hide her devilish figure; her curves were beyond perfect, something every man would dream of and every woman would deeply envy. A slender, jade-like neck, firm breasts almost bursting from her clothes, and a perfectly rounded, pert bottom below her slender waist, swaying slightly with every step—you could feel its intoxicating elasticity without even touching it. Her legs were long and straight, glimpsed beneath the irregular hem of her skirt, the slightly exposed calves alluringly curved, and accentuated by thin black stockings—it almost made my nose bleed.

That feeling of wanting a nosebleed reminded me that not having money doesn't prevent you from lustfully admiring a beautiful woman, nor does it prevent you from experiencing a sense of awe.

Chapter 3: The Trouble Caused by the Need to Pee

The woman sat down on a high stool not far from our booth, even her posture was graceful.

Across from her stood a bartender, his fancy bartending skills clanging as he twirled his instruments. Soon, a light blue drink was placed before her. She elegantly picked it up, took a sip, glanced coldly around, and continued sipping alone, seemingly oblivious to the men and women around her, appearing to be in a bad mood.

"What's so interesting? A pretty girl, huh? I've seen plenty! What are you looking at! Keep playing cards,"

Lu You said sourly, withdrawing his greedy gaze.

Such a cold and elegant woman was unattainable for us lowly folks; we could only admire her from afar. Getting close was unthinkable. Perhaps it was easier for a toad to eat swan meat. In truth, marrying someone of equal social standing is a truism for ordinary people seeking happy marriages. Cinderella marrying Prince Charming seems like a distant dream in this society. Celebrities like Zhang Ziyi (a famous Chinese actress) can only be used by the rich or second-generation rich. Can you imagine earning a mere thousand yuan a month and being able to put your penis inside their vaginas? A noble cunt can only be noblely fucked, you know!

I'm a man, a man full of vigor. I also fantasize about fucking a noble cunt. No matter how much money I make. But is that possible? So far, Xinran is still the noblest cunt I've ever had, even though I've lost it now. Or maybe that cunt is being fucked by a penis nobler than mine. That's the tragedy of us ordinary folks. Even if you acquire a noble cunt, it will be snatched away by a penis nobler than you. That's the biggest life lesson I've learned so far.

Looking at the two dozen bottles of beer left on the table, we decided that the loser would drink two bottles directly, while the previous game would continue, aiming to finish all the beer quickly, and no one could go to the bathroom until all the beer was gone.

Amidst everyone's fearless spirit, the game continued.

Ever since that woman came in, I've been feeling uneasy. Caught between the conflicting thoughts of "noble" and "not noble" sex, I made several mistakes with my cards, lost a few rounds, and was forced to drink quite a bit. Luckily, I hadn't made any enemies, so the punishment was relatively mild. My stomach was getting increasingly bloated, and my bladder was filling up; the urge to urinate was relentlessly assaulting my senses, but thankfully I could hold it in.

It's common for men to flirt with beautiful women in bars, and the quality of those women is directly proportional to your wallet. Just because my wallet isn't full doesn't mean others aren't. During the card game, I saw several men who considered themselves superior try to chat with the woman, but she quickly brushed them off with a few words.

Watching the dejected men slink away and the woman's icy expression, I couldn't help but laugh. "Busy wallet, huh? Superior, huh? In the end, she still ignores you. What a show of arrogance!"

Unfortunately, when beauty is in the eye of the beholder, there are always fearless warriors among men. The men surrounding the woman, each with thick wads of RMB plastered on their penises, surged forward relentlessly, wave after wave, like a whirlwind, several groups in a row. At first, the woman would turn her head and politely respond with a few words, a polite refusal. Later, she grew annoyed and simply ignored them, continuing to sip her cocktail.

The fallen men were all marked with the stamp of "insufficient money."

After this continued for a while, the men, realizing this woman was a rose with thorns—beautiful but difficult to pluck—wisely refrained from approaching. Finally, the woman was quiet. She slightly parted her red lips, let out a soft sigh, finished her cocktail, refilled it, and continued to sip leisurely.

Every move she made, every subtle gesture, deeply captivated me. Although I had no money, I was so engrossed in the game that I absentmindedly lost a few more rounds, and Zhao Li flicked my forehead a few more times. To make matters worse, after downing five or six bottles of beer, my stomach was instantly full, and my bladder felt like it was about to burst.

Sun Qian and Lu You, those two perverted rivals, had barely calmed down for fifteen minutes before resuming their thrilling game without any mercy. Sun Qian lost two rounds in a row, and at Lu You's request, she had already taken off her underwear and bra and placed them on the table. Seeing that barely-there silk lingerie swaying before my eyes, seemingly still warm from her body, my penis uncontrollably hardened. For a moment, the urge to urinate and lust intertwined in my lower body, and I didn't know which to deal with first—it was incredibly uncomfortable. Luckily,

there were still two bottles of beer left on the table. After finishing those two, it would be time to pay the bill and leave. I suppressed the urge to ejaculate and forced myself to continue playing. In the final round, fate had other plans, and I lost. With a sharp whack on the head from Zhao Li, two bottles of beer were shoved in front of me. I didn't care anymore; I just wanted to finish them and get to the bathroom immediately. I chugged down both bottles in one go, then immediately covered my groin and ran

towards the bathroom, ignoring the laughter of the people behind me. The bathroom, usually just a few steps away, felt incredibly long. I ran frantically, knowing that once I passed the long corridor of private rooms and turned left, it would be there. At the end of the corridor, a waiter was mopping the floor, a bucket of water beside him. The intense urge to urinate made me run even faster.

I dashed to the end of the corridor. Suddenly, a dark figure flashed before my eyes, a fragrant breeze wafting towards me. Before I could stop, I collided head-on with the figure. Instinctively, I raised my hands to block, and two soft, yielding objects entered my hands.

Before I could even discern what I'd grabbed, the woman and I were already tumbling forward, her legs flying high, her heels billowing out. To make matters worse, as she fell, her head landed squarely on the bucket of dirty water behind her. The bucket of water poured over her head and face with a whoosh, soaking her completely, leaving her upper body drenched and her hair adorned with bits of mop cloth.

I followed her down heavily, also getting soaked from the water, my face pressed tightly against her cold, beautiful face. My breath, reeking of alcohol, met her rosy lips, our eyes locked in a close stare. It was the woman from the bar.

She stared at me, dumbfounded, while my hands remained tightly gripping those soft mounds.

The sudden, violent collision made it impossible for me to control the intense urge to urinate. When I regained consciousness, I was already incontinent; a stream of hot urine gushed from my urethra, overflowing my pants and soaking the woman. The

woman, whose mouth I had covered, let out an angry groan and struggled to get up. Only then did I fully recover. I first pulled away from her lips. "Bastard! You bastard!"

she cursed, trying desperately to pry my hands off.

I released her soft breasts in horror, using my strongest willpower to force the still-gushing urine back into my body. I hurriedly stood up, my crotch already soaking wet, the urge to urinate still incredibly strong. I had to tightly cover my genitals with both hands, hunching over, repeatedly apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to." "

You bastard! You bastard!"

The woman, ignoring the filth all over her body, snorted and yelled angrily. With that, a black stockinged foot kicked towards my face, fierce and fast.

Luckily, I had taken martial arts in college and learned some basic grappling techniques. I had to release the hand I was using to cover my genitals and quickly grabbed the incoming foot. The smooth ankle slipped into my hand, and I held on tightly. The black stockinged foot was soft and boneless, incredibly sexy, swaying very close to me. With one hand still on my genitals, the strong urge to urinate made me clench my legs, looking incredibly awkward.

The woman's posture was extremely indecent. Although the urge to urinate was intense, her high-flying skirt revealed two sections of her white thighs above the top of her black lace stockings, with a tantalizing glimpse of pink lace in the middle. Clumps of dark, curly hair clung to the fabric, several stubbornly peeking out from the lace's openwork. Her pink panties were soaking wet, covered in a pale yellow liquid; I realized then that it was from the urine I had released after losing control of my bladder.

The intense urge to urinate, the rapidly rising lust, and the overwhelming temptation all mingled together, leaving me flustered and flailing my legs, which were tightly clamped around my genitals.

The woman, following my gaze, clearly realized her exposed state, and was both embarrassed and angry. "...You pervert, you...you...bastard!...You, you..."

the woman cried, her face flushed almost purple, too angry to speak.

Suddenly, I felt a pressure on the woman's stockinged ankle as I gripped it. She was about to kick my face with her other leg when, in a split second, my urge to urinate overcame all other impulses. Just as she was about to lift her other leg, I pushed her ankle away. The woman stared in horror at herself as she landed heavily on the floor, splashing water everywhere.

"Ouch—" she screamed.

I didn't care anymore and rushed into the men's restroom. I heard a waiter's voice behind me: "...Miss Youlan, slow down, stand up straight. Calm down, look at all that water, go wash up first..."

"You bastard! You pervert! I'm not done with you! You...you wait. I will never let you get away with this..."

The woman's voice outside the restroom faded into the distance, presumably being taken away by the staff.

I frantically unzipped my soaking wet pants, grabbed my penis with both hands, and started urinating into the toilet. I'd never felt so relieved before; the peeing felt like an eternity. The sound of urine splashing onto the porcelain plate was beautiful and melodious. I let out a long, satisfying sigh. Nothing was more important than relieving myself.

Finally, I finished and breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was soaking wet, with mop rags hanging from my head. What embarrassed me most was the huge wet stain on my crotch and both pant legs. Good heavens, what is this? I stink! What did I do to deserve this? I almost choked to death, then I wet my pants, tripped and fell hard, getting drenched in dirty water. Good heavens, is this even possible?

I had to spend some time cleaning myself up, but my soaked clothes and pants, despite wiping them repeatedly with tissues, were still dripping wet, especially the wet stains on my crotch—it was truly embarrassing. I had to raise my genitals, sticking out my crotch, and keep blowing hot air into the hand dryer, hoping to dry the urine; I looked utterly pathetic. Finally, after a difficult time drying them halfway, I had to leave the restroom, punctuated by the urgent call from my phone, wondering if Lu You had fallen into the latrine.

I hurried towards the bar entrance, and as I neared it, I saw a woman, her hair still wet, wrapped in a man's suit, peering inside from a short distance away, surrounded by several bodyguards. I felt incredibly guilty towards her and wanted to apologize, but seeing her trembling with anger and clenched teeth, I hesitated.

In that moment of hesitation, the woman saw me about to step out the door, and with a wave of her hand, several burly men rushed towards me. I sensed trouble and immediately turned and ran. I'd been to this bar a few times and knew where the back door was.

I ran as fast as I could, with a group of people chasing after me relentlessly. This was madness! Judging by the situation, I absolutely couldn't get caught; if I did, I'd be in deep trouble. As I ran, I called Lu You to tell him to drive the car to the back door. Lu You immediately knew I was in trouble.

After hanging up, I ran as fast as I could. I dashed through the bar's main hall, the private rooms, the corridor, and the kitchen, bumping into several waiters and knocking over a lot of things along the way, before rushing out the back door.

Lu You's Beijing Jeep slammed on the brakes just in time, stopping right in front of me. Without a word, I jumped in, and Lu You floored the accelerator, the Jeep shooting forward a considerable distance. I looked back; a few bodyguards had chased after me for a few steps before stopping abruptly. The woman ran out of the back door, watching me drive away, stomping her feet several times in frustration, her face full of anger.
Chapter 4 The Smell of Meat (December 1st)

"What is this smell? It stinks!"

After the car slowed down, Sun Qian waved her hand in front of her nose and asked, frowning.

"Hey buddy, you didn't really fall into a cesspool, did you? It really stinks. Why are you all soaking wet? How did you get into trouble with so many people?"

Lu You asked while driving.

"Look, my crotch is wet. Oh, someone peed their pants. Haha!"

Zhao Li, with sharp eyes, stared at my crotch and exclaimed. Then Lu You and Sun Qian saw it too, and everyone in the car burst into laughter. Under

Lu You's persistent questioning, I recounted what had just happened. Everyone laughed again.

Thinking about it, it was really fucking hilarious, and I laughed self-deprecatingly.

The car drove around the city aimlessly for a few minutes, and it was already 1 a.m. Sun Qian and Zhao Li made an excuse that the dormitory was closed and they couldn't go back, telling us to go wherever we wanted. Actually, whether the dormitory was closed or not didn't matter. Lu You, that old fox, would of course have all sorts of reasons to keep them from going back. However, the fact that the dormitory was closed saved him the trouble of arguing. Tonight's goal was to seduce these two girls, so of course they couldn't go back.

I said I needed to go back to take a shower and change my clothes. So, I decided to spend the night in my one-bedroom apartment. The car drove on the overpass, heading straight for my place. Sun Qian and Zhao Li thought I smelled bad and stayed far away. I lit a cigarette to suppress the odor. I also lit one for Lu You.

The lights were dim along the way, and for some reason, I thought of Xinran again. It had been over a month, and I had tried to call Xinran's hometown, but the phone was always unreachable. Just a week ago, I took a day off. Although it meant losing half a month's salary, I decided I had to do it. I decided to travel thousands of miles to see a place that wasn't even on the map.

I bought round-trip tickets for a few days. The plane flew west. After more than ten hours of drowsy sleeping on the plane, I arrived in X city. After another ten hours of bumpy bus rides, I arrived at a small town in L county. I had only been to Xinran's town once in the past four years. Xinran had always tried to stop me from coming, saying it was remote and the roads were bad, but I insisted, and I finally made it last Spring Festival.

When I stood again in that small, detached brick house on the outskirts of the town, the wooden door I had opened last time was now tightly shut. No one was home. A layer of dust on the doorknob indicated that no one had been home for a long time.

Helpless, I could only knock on the doors of nearby houses to ask what was going on. An old woman came out. The heavy western dialect and my broken Mandarin made communication difficult, taking a long time before I finally learned from the older woman that Xinran's family had moved, and she didn't know where they went.

When I finally managed to get in touch with a distant relative of Xinran who worked in the town's supply and marketing cooperative, he told me that Xinran, her mother, and her younger brother had gone to Hong Kong, saying they would eventually go to the United States for surgery. I asked him for their phone number, but he said he didn't have it and rarely contacted them. I left my phone number, asking him to let me know if he had any information about Xinran. In the instant I turned away, the piece of paper with the phone number was tossed aside.

I returned to N City alone, empty-handed. Lu You became my best remedy.

Until today, I've decided to forget Xinran, both emotionally and physically. Because I know that even if I found Xinran, could I give her what she wanted? What could this penniless guy like me offer her? Only genital pleasure? That wealthy businessman, at least besides providing pleasure, could at least prevent her already broken family from falling further apart, ensuring her a comfortable life for the rest of her days. Could I? No! I'm just a nobody, a pitiful wretch in the eyes of the rich.

With a screech, Lu You parked the car downstairs at my dormitory, interrupting my reverie. I closed the box containing Xinran again, sealing it tightly with the seal. Let it all go. Perhaps she'd be better off without me. I decided that since I was a nobody, I should live the life of a nobody, and live it happily.

When we entered the room, the overwhelming smell of cigarette butts, alcohol, sweat, smelly clothes, and an unknown mixed stench almost suffocated Sun Qian and Zhao Li. They held their noses for a long time, unable to breathe freely. Lu You and I, however, had developed a strong immunity to this. Months of living in a daze had honed our immunity to all poisons, and we breathed easily.

However, women's innate love of hygiene meant that neither of them could survive in such an environment, not even for a minute. So the two women busied themselves, one emptying cigarette butts, the other throwing away empty bottles.

Since Xinran left, another woman finally came. Although the circumstances were slightly different, the immediate task of cleaning the room was exactly the same, even the level of filth and mess was identical.

"Tell me, how can anyone live in this place? Did your mother give birth to you in a garbage dump?"

Sun Qian said, frowning and covering her mouth and nose. With her dishwashing gloved hand, she pulled a dried-up, smelly sock from under the sofa, waved it in front of me, and then threw it into the laundry tub. It did look somewhat similar to when Xinran came.

"Men are all like this. What's the point of having women here? Poor Zhao Bo lost his girlfriend and can only stay in this dark, dingy little room waiting to mold!"

Lu You said, lying on the sofa and exhaling a puff of smoke.

"You wouldn't believe it, I'm a modern-day version of 'rising above the mud, untainted.' It means I'm pure and noble, and even living in a place like this, I still look dignified when I go out. Isn't that great?"

I found my clothes, walked through the living room, and shamelessly joked.

Amidst the two women's "tsk" sounds, I went into the bathroom, took off my clothes, turned on the water heater, and started washing. The warm water felt so good; the fatigue of the night seemed to gradually disappear with the flowing water, leaving me feeling refreshed.

For some reason, while washing my hands, I remembered that a few hours earlier, these hands had firmly grasped a woman's breasts—to be precise, the breasts of a stunningly sexy woman, soft and elastic, incredibly tactile. From my hands, I thought of those warm, moist lips. Good heavens, I never dreamed I would be able to kiss the lips of such a woman, though it was against my will. As I imagined that woman kicking my pink panties, revealing my private parts, and that thick patch of dark pubic hair, my penis got hard, sticking out. Oh, that woman was fucking hot.

Just as I was lost in my fantasies, the bathroom door suddenly opened. Sun Qian barged in wearing only a bra and thong. I was startled and instinctively covered my genitals with my hands.

"What are you covering up for? Pfft! I've seen bigger ones than you. Don't think you're the best in the world."

Sun Qian said nonchalantly, "You've been showering for so long, I thought you drowned. I came in to take a look, are you not welcome? Then I'll leave."

Without waiting for my reply, Sun Qian had already unhooked her bra and taken off her thong, revealing a beautifully shaped naked body before me, with a thick patch of dark pubic hair on her pubic mound, leaving me speechless.

Sun Qian stepped one small foot into the bathtub, then stood with me under the showerhead. The water quickly soaked her fine, curly hair, which clung to her forehead. Her eyes were fixed on me, her red, plump lips, alluring gaze, soft, boneless shoulders, and the captivating allure of her collarbone—a scene of irresistible fragrance and sensuality filled the air. How could I resist such temptation? My heart fluttered, my blood surged.

Damn. Who's afraid of who? She's offered herself up; I like it. Words are superfluous. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, capturing her pink lips completely. She tilted her head back in response, one hand grasping my rock-hard erection, stroking it rhythmically—it felt amazing.

I kissed her tightly in my arms as I continued to kiss her. Soon, we were both panting heavily. My large mouth kissed her face—her lips, her tongue, her delicate nose, her cheeks, her earlobes—then slowly moved over her pointed chin, stopping directly on her rosy nipples. Those two little red cherries... I wonder what they would taste like if I actually took a bite.

Soon, Sun Qian knelt down, her warm lips enveloping my hard glans, taking it inside. Her small hands began to stroke my long, reddish-black shaft. A tingling sensation shot through me, and I gasped sharply.

Good heavens, I hadn't tasted meat in ten months; to finally experience it today was indescribably blissful.

Sun Qian looked up at me, her thick penis and her rosy lips forming a stark contrast. She kept sucking and stroking, and the flow of water kept washing over my penis and her mouth. Some water dripped from my scrotum, and some flowed down her chin, splashing a few times near her dark vagina before gathering at the drain and flowing out in a swirling motion.

Sun Qian's oral sex skills were quite good. She used the head, the rod, played with my balls, pulled my scrotum, sucked from the side, and twisted in the front, making me feel incredibly good, moaning repeatedly. This little slut must have had her share of men.

When I tilted my head back again, exhaled, and looked down at my penis, I saw Sun Qian's lips moving constantly, slowly taking my penis into her mouth. My glans was deep inside, reaching the back of her throat. Then, with a sharp pain, it bent down. Sun Qian struggled and shook herself, and I felt a completely different, incredibly pleasurable sensation in her throat compared to other parts of her body—utterly intoxicating.

Sun Qian stared at me with wide eyes, maintaining this deep-throat position for a full minute before being forced to slowly withdraw my penis under extreme suffocation. Then, she gasped, opened her mouth wide, and without touching my penis, pushed it back deep into her throat. She then slowly tightened her lips around the base of my penis, followed by another difficult thrusting motion. I almost ejaculated. I had to let out a long breath and close my eyes to resist.

I knew that if Sun Qian did this a couple more times, I would definitely give up all my semen in her mouth.

She seemed to know this too; she did it twice more, and just as I was about to ejaculate, she skillfully stopped playing with my penis. She stood up, turned her back to me, and used one hand to squeeze and manipulate my penis a few times, one foot on the edge of the bathtub, bending over and sticking out her small, round buttocks.

A beautiful, alluring vulva was exposed before my eyes. Dark pubic hair, wet with water, clung neatly to the vulva, revealing a deep, reddish-black curtain of moisture in the center. Droplets of water dripped from the tips of small tufts of pubic hair, and two dark red labia were turned outwards.

"Come on, Zhao Bo. I want you to do me, front or back. I haven't tasted a man's touch in so long. My family was watching me closely during summer vacation, and now I've met you right after school started. It's amazing! Come on, hurry up! I'm so itchy!"

Sun Qian turned her head, urging me with a suggestive expression.

"You little slut. Come on, let me pamper you. It feels so good. I'll fuck you to death."

I laughed, stroking my penis a few times, then patted her pert buttocks. With a soft moan, I inserted my penis into her vagina.

Her vagina was very hot, making my glans feel like it was on fire. It seemed like it hadn't been penetrated by a man in a long time; a vagina in a state of extreme thirst easily exhibits signs of intense heat. I don't know if all women are like this; this is just Xinran's experience. Sun Qian was the second woman I had with besides Xinran.

The overflowing vaginal fluid from Sun Qian's vagina allowed my penis to thrust rapidly without any adjustment. I thrust powerfully, and Sun Qian braced her hands against the opposite wall, emitting comfortable trembling sounds. It seemed she was enjoying the pleasure my penis was giving her.

Compared to Xinran's vagina, Sun Qian's vagina was wider, perfectly suited to my large member. While wider, it wasn't loose; mainly, the folds of flesh inside Sun Qian's vagina were thicker, each fold having a larger protruding area. Each thrust was accompanied by noticeable undulation of the folds, and you could feel each protrusion joyfully rubbing against your entire penis, sending waves of pleasure through you. It was indescribably comfortable, an absolute ultimate enjoyment.

I gripped Sun Qian's two snow-white buttocks tightly with both hands, increasing the speed of my thrusts, relentlessly attacking the bottom of her vagina with each powerful stroke. Sun Qian's trembling voice had turned into moans of pleasure, and one of her hands was pulling at the bathtub curtain, almost tearing it down.

Thrust, thrust, and thrust again. I felt as if I were releasing all the pent-up lust of the past few months onto this vagina before me, seemingly with an indescribable resentment that drove me to thrust in and out violently again and again. I just wanted to thoroughly ravage Sun Qian's cunt. Under

my violent thrusting, the folds of flesh inside Sun Qian's vagina rolled rapidly, and whenever the folds gripped my glans tightly and wouldn't let go for a long time, I knew she had reached orgasm. Each time she reached climax, her graceful body convulsed uncontrollably, her whole body trembling. Her soft moans turned into long gasps as she exhaled continuously. I could see in the bathroom mirror that her cheeks were flushed, her eyes slightly closed, her small mouth slightly open, and her tongue slightly protruding—a look of both pleasure and pain.

Finally, during a long thrusting session, the moment my glans reached the bottom of her vagina, several hard vaginal ridges appeared, completing the ultimate stimulation of my glans. My penis, inserted into her vagina, stopped moving, and an intense wave of pleasure washed over me. Accompanied by the feeling of emptiness in my penis during orgasm, spurts of semen shot out from my body. My penis contracted powerfully, and Sun Qian's vagina gripped tightly. We both reached a perfect climax simultaneously.

I unleashed a torrent of semen, a release I'd suppressed for months, a massive amount, as if I'd never ejaculated so much before. Even before I withdrew my penis, white fluid was already seeping from it into my vagina. My penis continued to thrust powerfully, the semen flowing ceaselessly. I felt a sharp pain in my testicles from overeating, and my urethral opening felt like it was burning to ashes.

I pulled my penis out of her vagina, and with a gurgling sound, a large gush of thick, pale yellow semen flowed from the opening. Clumps of semen clung to Sun Qian's dense, dark pubic hair, her reddish-black vagina now submerged in a milky white, shimmering with red, white, and black hues—a scene of extreme debauchery and lewdness. It took

Sun Qian a long time to recover from her orgasm. She looked at me with satisfaction, giving me a seductive smile. While I was still lost in ecstasy, she hooked a finger around my still-erect penis, scraped it a couple of times, then grasped it and slowly twisted it. I saw two streams of white liquid flow down her thighs, quickly washed away by the water.

"Looks like you haven't been with a woman in ages. You ejaculated so much; I bet you haven't had any other women besides me since leaving your girlfriend,"

Sun Qian said with a bright smile.

"Yeah. I haven't tasted a woman in ages. Luckily you're here, otherwise I might have gone crazy from holding back. Hehe,"

I replied with a laugh, then we hugged and kissed.

Next, Sun Qian and I dried ourselves off, lathered up with soap, and took a nice bath together.

Women are truly wonderful creatures; no matter what kind of man you are, you can't help but be captivated by them. Something long dormant within me awakened as if from hibernation. Outside the window, a single, brilliant star twinkled in the dark night sky.

Chapter 5: Taking the Back Door

When Sun Qian and I walked naked out of the bathroom, Lu You and Zhao Li were, unsurprisingly, having sex on the sofa. Zhao Li lay there, her two excessively thin thighs draped over Lu You's arms. Lu You's penis was inserted into her vagina. The contrast between Zhao Li's small pelvis and Lu You's large penis was stark. Their bony pubic bones clashed hard together, and vaginal fluid had already soaked Lu You's scrotum, splashing out with each thrust.

To be honest, girls of this generation, with some exceptions like Sun Qian, were generally characterized by excessive thinness. Their breasts were often like two flattened eggs, their ribs were clearly visible, and their limbs were extremely thin. Wearing unconventional clothes, they might look quite pretty and cute. But in reality, like Lu You and Zhao Li, the sound of their thin pubic bones clashing together would greatly reduce my libido.

Of course, I've never actually had sex with them. This is just my impression of Lu You and Zhao Li. Conversely, Lu You was obsessed with girls of this physique. He said that looking at those two openings, disproportionately occupying most of his genitals, aroused him. Perhaps it further emphasized the size of his penis, thus increasing his libido.

Sun Qian and I snuggled into the bedroom. As I closed the door, I gave Lu You, who was working hard, an "OK" sign and an encouraging smile. He returned a satisfied smile and wished me a pleasant time. While speaking, he panted and ejaculated gushes of semen, his disproportionately large penis, into Zhao Li's mouth. Once

inside, I immediately pushed Sun Qian down onto the bed, and she giggled. I roughly lifted her legs, pulling her buttocks off the edge of the bed, and then, standing, inserted my penis into her already overflowing vagina, thrusting in and out with a series of thumping sounds. Soon, Sun Qian's moans and groans rose and fell.

Outside the door, I heard the sound of the sofa churning, followed by its creaking and shaking. Lu You's little cannon was indeed powerful; he had barely ejaculated before it roared again.

I was brutally fucking Sun Qian, and she seemed to enjoy my roughness, smiling as she watched me. She would occasionally touch my still-thrusting penis, and sometimes she would part her labia and touch her clitoris and urethra. Her full breasts jiggled with her movements, like two soft, waterlogged dough balls.

When I brought her to another climax, I ejaculated onto her round, trembling breasts, which were soon covered in a thin layer of semen. Sun Qian, regaining her senses, smeared the semen all over her body, starting from her breasts, until her upper body was glistening.

"I heard semen has beauty and skincare benefits, I wonder if it's true?"

Sun Qian said, still applying the semen, gently pressing a finger on her long, erect nipple, as she looked at me wiping my penis with a tissue.

"How would I know? Did your skin get better and your face become prettier after you applied it?"

I said, wiping the semen off my penis, lying down on the bed, and resting my head on the pillow.

"It seems so. Every time I'm done with by a man, I feel refreshed, sweet inside, and full of energy. When I look in the mirror, my skin looks like it's glowing like a jewel."

Sun Qian pressed closer, her sticky semen making my skin feel cool.

"You little slut, you're really asking for it. Whoever marries you, this semen-draining queen, I guarantee they'll die of exhaustion within three days. Even if they don't die, they'll be skin and bones. I'm really scared of you."

I said to her with a grin.

"No way. I only get my period once every three months. I want to enjoy it. You make it sound so scary. I'm not some Black Widow who eats the male spider after mating. That's really scary."

Sun Qian said, gazing at me affectionately, her little hand wandering towards my penis.

The limp penis was gently squeezed and manipulated in Sun Qian's small hands, giving my tired muscles a good relaxation.

Sun Qian then said, "Brother Zhao Bo, your thing is really big! When it's soft, I can't even hold it with one hand. I've never seen anything this big before."

"You're so young, have you really seen that many? Tell me, how many men have you been with?"

"I can't count them all. Anyway, I started eating the forbidden fruit when I was 14. I had it quite a few times in junior high and high school. I even got pregnant in high school, but I had an abortion. But now that I think about it, those little boys' penises were so small, so tiny, they always left me hanging there, wanting to come but unable to, feeling so uncomfortable. And they didn't last long, they'd ejaculate in less than three minutes, so boring. You big men are so much better, big and thick, and you last so long, you can come several times a night."

Sun Qian said without a hint of blushing, making me feel inferior; it seemed I had really wasted my time.

Soon, under Sun Qian's caresses, my penis became erect again, standing proudly between her legs, quite prominent.

"Let's try the back door. It's more exciting there,"

Sun Qian said to me with a coquettish smile.

"Back door?...Really back door?... "

I said, somewhat surprised. To be honest, Xinran and I had never actually tried it back door before. Xinran always said it was dirty and never let me touch it. I've seen actresses in porn often doing it back door, but I've never actually tried it myself.

"Brother Zhao Bo, you haven't really never tried it back door before, have you? Haha, that's hilarious. Seeing how excited you are with me, acting like a pro, I thought you were really good. I'm so dizzy, I actually fell for your trick. You're such an innocent one."

Sun Qian looked at me with surprise, a mixture of excitement and mockery.

"No...no, I never went through the back door. Where did you mean? Okay, let's go through the back door."

My face flushed red and then turned pale. Luckily, the room lights weren't on, only the streetlights outside were filtering in, the light wasn't bright or blurry, so Sun Qian might not be able to see clearly. What is this? These days, even young girls can laugh at men several years older than them. It's truly a sign of the world going downhill. When an innocent man meets a little slut, he's really being played to death.

"No, no, why are you shy? Look at your red face. Okay, let me teach you how to play.

Honestly, your girlfriend isn't up to par, how about I be your girlfriend? I know everything, I guarantee you'll be satisfied.

I'll write you a user manual later, how about that? Hehe!"

Sun Qian teased me again.

I'm so dizzy. A grown man being teased by a little girl. I've completely lost face.

"You little slut. You're so lewd. I give up. You've played me to death."

I said helplessly.

"Alright, enough chit-chat. Let's get started."

Sun Qian said excitedly.

She squatted on the bed, spat on her palms, then smeared the saliva onto her anus, saying, "A woman's private parts are very delicate. You need to lubricate them thoroughly beforehand. Of course, if it's an experienced old slut, it's fine to just insert it directly because it's already been overdeveloped. I haven't reached that level yet."

"How do you know? Have you played with old sluts?"

I pressed.

"Go away, you naive boy. You'll find out later. I'm really impressed with you. You don't even know this."

Sun Qian replied irritably.

Then she spat on my penis again, rubbed it with her gloved hand to coat the glans with the saliva, and then slowly sat down with her anus against the glans. I felt the glans hit a very elastic fleshy ring. As the ring slowly opened, the entire glans went in, and a tight grip came over me, so tight it hurt my glans.

As the fleshy ring slowly expanded, the pain gradually lessened. Sun Qian gently and slowly moved up and down a couple of times, allowing the glans to better adapt to the tight opening. Then she slowly sat down completely, and I saw my penis fully inserted, completely inside her anus. A tightness different from that of a vagina came over me; when the penis was inserted to its deepest point, it felt like there was a slight constricting sensation—a very novel experience. I let out a long breath. Wow, this is truly wonderful.

Sun Qian looked at me with her bright eyes, a look of smug satisfaction on her face. She gently moved up and down a couple of times, rocking back and forth a couple of times, allowing the penis to fully contact the walls of her anus. Then she began to thrust rapidly. Oh, an intense wave of pleasure washed over me; it was truly indescribable. Damn, anal sex seems to be even more pleasurable than anal sex!

Sun Qian pressed both hands against my chest, her body jerking up and down dramatically. Each time, just as my glans was about to leave my anus, she would forcefully pull it back down, giving me unbearable pleasure. A wave of novelty, excitement, and intense pleasure washed over me, intertwining with each other, causing me to moan involuntarily. My eyes were glued to the point where our genitals met, not missing a single detail. It was so stimulating, so incredibly stimulating.

"I told you, anal sex is great, isn't it? Look at your eyes, shining! It must be really good, hehe!"

Sun Qian laughed, increasing the speed of her thrusts.

"You little slut, you're so incredibly horny. Seeing how happy you are with anal sex, you must really enjoy it. Are all the girls at your school like you?"

I said, pinching Sun Qian's two red nipples as I increased the size of my penis, making it large and round.

"Tch. What's this? Others are experts at everything—dragon poison, ice and fire, SM, you name it. This is child's play. You're so innocent. Looks like Lu You corrupted you. You're so cute. I love you to death."

Sun Qian bent down, her eyes sparkling, and kissed me on the lips.

I saw the lustful yet joyful light in her captivating eyes. Undeniably, it was her alluring eyes that made me infatuated, and her youthful vitality intoxicated me. I didn't care if she was a virgin or if she had been with many men before. So what if she was a virgin? Like Xinran, she still left me. Is there still pure and beautiful love in this world? Maybe. But I don't believe it anymore. If Sun Qian were a virgin tonight, I would feel utterly bored.

Sun Qian and I switched positions; she spread her limbs in a doggy-style position, and I entered her from behind. This way, I could clearly watch my penis going in and out of her anus, penetrating very deeply. When it withdrew, the pinkish fleshy ring of her anal muscles sent a jolt through me; it was incredibly sexy and erotic.

Sun Qian's anus kept pulling and constricting, keeping my penis feeling tight and narrow—the feeling of anal sex was amazing. It wasn't just physical; I also experienced immense psychological satisfaction. I felt a strange, indescribable stimulation, a stimulation that made my heart tremble; the wonderful feeling was truly indescribable.

This same stimulation made me constantly push my penis to become erect, as large as it could possibly be. Even when it was painfully swollen, as if the urethral opening was about to burst, you still wanted it to be even bigger, even bigger—a sexual experience I had never had before. I felt like I was floating, yet all the sensations were real; the surging lust made me feel like I was in heaven.

My penis, inside that tight passage, finally reached its maximum size; the psychological and physical pleasure had reached its limit. I held my breath, and the ejaculation trigger was instantly released. Semen gushed forth like a flood, endless and relentless.

I forgot to breathe. The intense stimulation of ejaculation made my lower body tremble. My anus gripped the base of my penis tightly, and my entire penis contracted and expanded rapidly within the narrow passage. A sharp pain shot through my urethral opening as streams of semen gushed out. The excessive breath-holding made my eyes bulge, almost popping out of their sockets.

Finally, after the most powerful gushe of semen, I couldn't help but open my mouth wide and gasp for breath, letting out two trembling "ahs" with a distinctly distorted tone. This was truly a deadly orgasm; I almost suffocated to death. For

a long, long time... My penis stopped throbbing. I pulled out my soaking wet penis, no longer caring that the semen dripping from the glans had stained the sheets. Gasping for breath, I lay heavily back on the bed, drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted. Only then did I truly understand what it meant to die from exhaustion. " This little slut is really going to kill me."

"Brother Zhao Bo, you shot so much! Some of it even went inside me. You innocent bastard, you almost killed me on your first time using anal sex. So amazing! I love it, hehe."

Sun Qian covered her anus with one hand, turned around, and said excitedly.

She half-reclined, half-sitting, quickly smearing the semen flowing from her anus onto her breasts, then continued to probe her anus with her fingers, smearing the clumps of semen onto her face. Then she tried to pull out the semen deep inside her anus, squeezing it out, and swallowed the last few clumps.

After she had evenly smeared the semen all over her body, she smiled and grabbed my penis to clean off the remaining semen. Her glistening face was incredibly lewd. Compared to Xinran, Sun Qian possessed a completely different charm. Her directness, her youthful vitality, and the wantonness in her alluring eyes made my world feel reborn.

That night, after I ejaculated onto Sun Qian's smooth back again, and she smeared it all over her back with her hands, she felt that the purpose of using semen for skincare had been achieved, and finally let go of my poor penis, no longer relentlessly demanding more. I breathed a long sigh of relief. What a lustful little slut! I wonder who pushed whom tonight.

It seemed that Sun Qian was more excited than me; I had become her prey. This gave me the feeling that my virginity had been taken by a slut. Although it wasn't exactly like my first time with Xinran, the feeling of fear, excitement, and deep infatuation was the same.

The night was already very late. I could hear Lu You snoring outside the door.

Sun Qian's smooth, soft body curled up in my arms; she had fallen into a deep sleep after the passion subsided. That youthful, alluring, and vibrant round face glowed pink in the light filtering in from the streetlights.

Her eyelashes were long, and a fine tuft of downy hair adorned her lips. Even asleep, her slender, white hand would still restlessly grasp my unkempt pubic hair. Who would have thought that such a seemingly innocent freshman girl was inherently promiscuous?

Chapter 6 Meaningful Life

After that night, Sun Qian seemed quite satisfied with my enormous penis. At first, she would come over under the pretense of borrowing books or DVDs, but later, a simple "I miss you" on the phone was enough for her to come directly. I became her source of pleasure. Although we could only meet once or twice a week due to our busy studies, each time we lingered at the peak of climax. She said she could only find pleasure with me now, and she wasn't interested in other men. But for a woman whose sex life was more than twice as long as mine, and who didn't even know how many men she'd slept with, I chose not to believe it, and found it hard to believe.

Sun Qian's frequent visits not only caused the porn on my computer to mold, but also gave my small apartment a fresh new look. The curtains were changed to an elegant off-white, which she said looked clean; the uneven marks on the wall from smashed bottles were covered with cute little animal stickers; the weekly cleaning inevitably eliminated the stench, letting in fresh, clean air, which she would always take deep breaths of with a satisfied smile. Actually, I preferred her sweet and sour pork ribs—delicious and unforgettable.

Having a new love doesn't necessarily make you forget the old, but it can make you feel better, at least that's how it is for me.

Sun Qian's continued presence filled me with energy, like a shot of adrenaline. I no longer felt sad about Xinran's departure, as if she had never been there, although perhaps this was just wishful thinking. But the little box in my heart that held Xinran had been firmly reinforced with sheet metal. This was an undeniable fact.

When I was once again drawn to the landlady's red toes encased in flesh-colored stockings, I knew I could be seduced again, and being seduced meant I could live a meaningful life again.

The boss's wife is named Fang Jing, and she's twenty-seven years old. She's a department manager at Shenlan Computer Company, the largest computer company in N City. She manages a computer marketing department—not a large department by the head office, but not a small one—located in the city's second-largest computer mall, with about fifty or sixty employees. She treats her department like her own home, constantly busy and meticulous, handling every detail personally. As a result, the sales department consistently ranks among the top performers in the head office. Everything is so well-organized that the head office is too confident in her abilities and rarely interferes with sales matters; she makes all the decisions, making her the de facto boss and a strong contender for the next vice president. Rumor has it

that she's been married for two years, but her husband is constantly out partying, causing a serious rift in their relationship. The reason for this rift, according to hearsay, is that her husband discovered she wasn't a virgin after marriage, and rumors circulate at head office that her rapid rise to a high-ranking position is due to nepotism with a certain leader. Whether the information was accurate, I didn't know, but she was the boss, so I obeyed her.

Two weeks ago, I was transferred from the computer assembly department to the computer repair department. According to Fang Jing, based on my performance during this period, my skills were sufficient for the repair department. Actually, the period she was referring to was the time Xinran disappeared. I worked like crazy, just to numb myself. Who would have thought that in Fang Jing's eyes, that was a reflection of good work performance and strong skills?

The pay was the same in the repair and assembly departments. It's just that the repair department offered more freedom, often allowing me some free time under the pretext of door-to-door repairs. There was less overtime, and things that couldn't be fixed could be fixed the next day, unlike the assembly department, where big orders often required overtime, even all night. I guess that was one of the benefits Xinran left me after she left.

That afternoon, I was arguing with a motherboard when the sales office called to say the boss wanted to see me and asked Tan Dawei to come to her office.

Arriving at Fang Jing's office door, I knocked. After a "Come in," I opened the door and entered with Tan Dawei.

Fang Jing, dressed in a dark red striped black business suit skirt, was rapidly typing on her keyboard behind the computer. She wore small, black-rimmed glasses, her large, dark eyes peeking out from behind the frames, intently focused on the screen.

Fang Jing glanced at Tan Dawei and me, gestured with her chin to a row of sofas in front of her desk, and said, "Sit down. Wait a moment, I'll be right back."

Tan Dawei and I leaned forward and sat on the edge of the sofa. Watching Fang Jing busy at work, I was immediately drawn to her stockinged feet peeking out from under the desk, crossed together.

I'd seen those beautiful feet countless times, but I never tired of them. The stockings were black, the curves of her calves were perfectly defined, and her delicate feet were encased in black high heels with exposed toes and bare heels. Her toes peeked out, glowing red, and her delicate heels were fully encased in a thin layer of black stockings.

Slightly upwards along the softly protruding outer ankle bone, a thin gold anklet, also encased in the stockings, was faintly visible.

Compared to her usual favorite flesh-colored stockings, the black stockings were far more alluring,

drawing my attention and making me savor them. Just as I was about to look up further, towards between her legs, those beautiful feet had already retreated behind the desk.

I looked away, lowering my head to observe the pattern on the rug beneath the coffee table.

Fang Jing gathered a stack of documents from the table, stacked them vertically on the surface twice, and put them in a file box. Turning to Tan Dawei and me, she said, "The main reason I called you here today is about the hard drives from Baolan Group. Last time, Baolan bought a batch of 1.5 ton hard drives from our company. Because the hard drive manufacturer made a design error, the computer keeps freezing when booting up, and in severe cases, it even causes data loss."

She paused, picked up her water glass covered in various rabbit designs, took a sip, and said, "I'm so thirsty. My life is so miserable."

Then she put down the glass, picked up a ballpoint pen, and tapped it repeatedly on the table before continuing her previous topic. "Baolan installed all those hard drives in their computers. They keep having the same problems I mentioned earlier. The hard drive manufacturer has recently released a patch to fix it. I won't go into the technical details. Your task for now is to fix Baolan's hard drive problems, while also reassuring the customers, maintaining good relationships, and ensuring they continue to trust us and order from us." "

Starting this afternoon, you'll go to Baolan and help them solve the problem. If you can't fix the hard drives, replace them with new ones. Remember to take it seriously. I believe in your ability to handle this. Okay, any other questions?"

Fang Jing said, watching us both.

I knew the hard drive problem was easy to solve; all I needed was a CD with the patch, which could be flashed with the hard drive's BIOS data during a machine restart. I immediately told Tan Dawei that it was no problem, that I would definitely do a good job, maintain good customer relations, and reassure the leadership. Then, I left the office under Fang Jing's satisfied gaze.

"Actually, Manager Fang is still a little worried about you. One person is enough to handle Baolan's hard drive issue. There's no need for two people,"

Tan Dawei said to me as we walked out.

Tan Dawei is a key technical member of the maintenance department and its de facto leader. He usually handles the most maintenance tasks and is the busiest. Fang Jing has now dumped this whole mess on him, and although he doesn't say anything, he's actually quite reluctant.

"Hey buddy, Manager Fang asked you to come with me, which means she really values this. Who do you think you are? In terms of technical skills in the maintenance department, if you say you're second, no one dares to claim to be first. Besides, there might be an extra bonus if we do a good job. So, you should work a little harder and mentor your brother."

I didn't want to handle this alone, and seeing that this guy was trying to slip away, I immediately started with flattery and some empty promises of reward.

"Zhao Bo, what are you talking about? Anyone can do this kind of work, right? I'm not that good. I bet you'll be better than me in six months. So, for this Baolan thing, you should do your part; consider it practice. I'll just provide technical guidance. I have a lot on my plate, you know. Go check it out today, and call me if anything comes up. I'm going to the Statistics Bureau to check their servers. That's all, see you later."

Tan Dawei wasn't buying it. He patted my shoulder, shut me down with a few words, and then quickly walked back to his repair area.

In the repair department, it's common for tasks assigned from above to be reassigned later, so I wasn't surprised by Tan Dawei's attitude. What can you expect from a newbie? Newbies have to be prepared to be taken advantage of.

Fortunately, this repair task wasn't heavy, and the technique was simple, so I didn't say anything more.

I returned to my work area, checked the model of the hard drive Baolan Company had received, downloaded the hard drive repair patch, and burned image files onto both DVDs and CDs. Then, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed to the underground parking garage.

In the garage, I hopped on my little blue scooter and sped off.

Baolan Company's office was in the Kimberley Building, about four or five kilometers from our company. The traffic was heavy, and with large trucks driving over smaller cars, it took me half an hour to reach the Kimberley Building. Before this, I only knew of the Kimberley Building; I had never actually been there.

The 88-story Kimberley Building stood tall, and I couldn't help but look up. The sunlight streaming through its pointed roof was almost blinding; it was indeed magnificent. Large companies all worked there.

It was already 3:30 PM, and I didn't have much time left. I saw the sign on the first floor that Baolan Company was on the 68th floor, so I headed towards the elevator.

For some reason, many of the elevators in the lobby on the first floor were under temporary repair. The three elevators that were working were all packed with people, and before I could even get to the front, they were already full and going up. Looking at the long line, it seemed like I wouldn't be able to get on an elevator anytime soon. I started to get anxious.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and the line hadn't thinned out much. I was wondering what to do when I saw several people in suits, clearly high-ranking company officials, walking towards the back of the elevator lobby. A thought struck me.

I knew there were several elevators behind those, usually reserved for senior management. I decided to try my luck there; maybe I could get a ride.

So I left the line and walked towards the back of the elevators. Turning a corner, I saw two elevators, empty except for two security guards, one fat and one thin.

Pretending not to see them, I walked straight to the elevator and pressed the up button.

"Stop. Who are you? If you want to take the elevator, go to the front. This isn't an elevator for you,"

the fat guard said, blocking my way and giving me a once-over.

"Look, I have an urgent matter and need to get to Baolan Group immediately. Could you please make an exception?"

I greeted the security guard with a smile, trying my best to please him.

"No. Get out. I've seen plenty of people like you. Even if it's urgent, the company leaders are in a hurry. What if we let you in and it delays them? No, please get out. Take the elevator and squeeze in from outside."

The fat security guard looked up, rolling his eyes at me.

"Look, there's no one here right now. I'll sit down, it'll be quick. Please forgive me."

I saw the elevator stop and tried to slip past the security guard and into it.

The security guard grabbed me and threw me out, almost causing me to fall to the ground.

"I'm warning you. This is company policy. This elevator is only for high-level leaders. Please leave. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

The fat security guard said to me fiercely.

"Go on. Go squeeze in from outside!"

Another thin security guard said, continuing to push me out.

A sense of humiliation made my anger rise instantly, and I was about to explode. I heard a woman's voice behind me.

"What's going on? Why are you all tugging at me?"

I turned around and saw a stylish, sexy, and beautiful woman standing behind me.

The two security guards released me and bowed to the woman, saying, "General Manager Shangguan, hello! This young man doesn't know the rules and wanted to take the elevator. We told him it wasn't allowed, so..."

The woman stared at me for a while, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Are you in a hurry to go up?"

the woman asked me, her eyes fixed on me again.

"Yes."

"Then come with me."

Under the surprised gazes of the two security guards, the woman and I entered the elevator.

"Thank you!"

I said.

"You're welcome."

The woman pressed a floor button with a slender finger. I saw a diamond ring on her ring finger, sparkling brightly. So she was a married woman.

I reached out to press a floor button. I saw that the floor button showed the 68th floor, so I withdrew my hand.

Seeing that I was also going to the 68th floor, the woman asked curiously, "Are you going to Baolan Company?"

"Yes, I'm here to get my computer repaired,"

I replied.

"Oh."

The elevator slowly ascended at a steady pace. The woman stood in front of me without saying anything more. A faint, pleasant perfume wafted through the elevator shaft; it must be hers.

I've never been immune to beautiful women. After we stopped, I could clearly see the woman's entire body through the smooth, mirror-like stainless steel door opposite me.

I couldn't help but greedily stare. Beautiful, truly beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, with an exceptional aura and charm, like a perfectly ripe peach. I couldn't help but secretly gasp. A masterpiece, a masterpiece!

The beautiful woman wore a fuchsia lace-trimmed blouse, her full breasts trembling on her chest, their alluring curves incredibly seductive. Oh, how voluptuous! A straight, crisp gray suit skirt hugged her equally rounded hips, their firm curves... wow, I really want to touch them.

Beneath the skirt were a pair of captivatingly long, slender legs encased in thin, flesh-colored stockings. The stockings were so thin you could see the fine veins on her legs. On her fair feet were stylish black high heels, the sheen of which suggested they were made of high-quality leather. Oh my god, I'm getting a nosebleed! Her

long, wavy hair was dyed a dark red. Her delicate features were lightly made up; at first glance, they seemed exquisitely refined; at second glance, refined and intelligent; and upon further inspection, that refined intelligence radiated an indescribable sensuality. If you could masturbate without seeing a woman's naked body, this woman in front of me would be the perfect choice. Damn it, I have to get her picture so I can masturbate every day.

I kept thinking to myself, "There are still beauties like this in the world." She's endlessly captivating, an absolute feast for the eyes. She makes my heart flutter, almost intoxicated, my lower body throbbing. "God, I give you a hundred points!" I shouted inwardly.

I looked at the woman, and she looked at me too. Her gaze first held a hint of surprise, then disbelief, and finally a dismissive acceptance.

I didn't know why she looked at me like that. Was I handsome? The answer was no. A pair of grimy leather shoes, a wrinkled, black-on-blue work uniform with several indescribable stains; my face was shaved, but the cheap razor and the hasty shaving left several stubbles stubbornly standing.

Was there something on my face? I subconsciously touched my face, then examined it carefully again, confirming there was nothing. Could it be that my unkempt appearance had the opposite effect on this beauty? It must be!

Hey, when did I become able to attract such stunning beauties? I indulged in endless fantasies, my heart soaring. Suddenly, "ding—," the elevator annoyingly stopped, the doors slowly opening. Reluctantly,

I politely pressed the open button, stood by the door, a fragrant breeze wafted by, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath—scented, so fragrant! The beauty stepped out of the elevator, and I followed closely behind. I

didn't even have time to figure out which way I was going. I immediately stopped behind her, squatted down pretending to tie my shoelaces, but my eyes were already glued to her swaying, pert buttocks. Wow, truly exquisite! I stretched out my five fingers towards that receding buttocks, making a grasping motion, almost collapsing on the spot. The buttocks slowly moved further and further away from me, disappearing around the corner. If you won't let me touch them, let me look at them for a lifetime, I'd die happy, God, I beg you! It took

me a while to come back to my senses. What a pity. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Who knows when I'll encounter it again? Maybe never. A strange sadness welled up inside me.

I sighed and stood up. Following the map, I found the office area of Baolan Company and pushed open the door. (
Chapter 7, December 1st)

Upon entering, I saw several female employees in uniform sitting behind a long counter, some answering phones, others writing something, all busy at work. Behind them stood a large, tall sign with the words "Baolan Group" in bold gold lettering and a huge company logo; the decor was very grand, befitting a large company.

I explained my purpose to a less busy employee. She glanced at me, put down her pen, and immediately made a phone call: "Manager Wang, hello! Someone from Shenlan Computer Company is here, saying they're here to repair a computer. Do you think... oh, I see, I'll take him there... okay, I'll hang up."

She stood up, gave me a professional smile, and said, "Our Manager Wang, please come to his office. Please follow me."

Walking around the long counter and pushing open a large door, I realized the interior was very large and spacious. There were so many people! The company's secretarial department alone had fifty or sixty people, not including the finance, human resources, public relations, and other departments on other floors. Behind rows of cubicle desks were busy male and female employees. The men were all wearing suits and ties, and the women were all in business skirts, looking very professional and energetic.

Fortunately, the hard drives they brought in last time were only 70 or 80, not all of them would be used in all the computers.

After walking through the long cubicle office area, the female employee knocked on a door and said inside, "Manager, the people from the computer company are here."

I went in, and the female employee left after me.

A short, stout middle-aged man sat behind a huge desk. He seemed to have just finished a phone call. He put down the phone, looked up at me, and said, "You're from Deep Blue Computer Company, right? Come, please have a seat. Let me pour you a cup of tea."

"No need, don't be so polite,"

I replied respectfully, taking a business card from my pocket and handing it to him with both hands. "Hello, I'm Zhao Bo from the Yufeng District Marketing Department of Deep Blue Computer Company. I'm here today specifically to provide you with services. Please take care of me. This is my business card. Please feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything in the future; I'll be happy to serve you."

The stout manager accepted the business card with both hands and exchanged a few pleasantries with me. Then we got down to business, discussing some repair-related matters and reaching an agreement.

He pulled a form from his drawer and said to me, "This is a table showing the allocation and usage of the hard drives our company received last time, distributed to various departments. Just repair them according to this. Be careful not to lose any data; back up important computer data before repairing." "

And for those checked off here, you need my approval before proceeding with the repair… this, this, and this… I'll find someone to assist you."

He leaned over and pointed to the form in my hand.

I said I understood.

I saw that the first row he pointed to read: Shangguan Yunqing, General Manager, Note: Back up first, then repair.

Shangguan? That sounds familiar. Right, could it be the beautiful woman in the elevator earlier? Was it really her?

Then a young man came into the office. After the portly manager gave him some instructions, I was led by him to various locations to begin repairs.

Hard drive repairs are actually quick; a computer can be fixed in less than three to five minutes. But when dealing with important computers where data needs to be backed up first, the repairs are slower. In one afternoon, I only completed half the workload.

As the workday drew to a close and employees were packing up, the young man who had been with me received a phone call. He then said to me, "Manager Wang requests your presence in the General Manager's office. He says he needs you to help General Manager Shangguan with some repairs."

I said no problem.

The young man led me through several turns and stopped in front of a luxurious double-doored building. He explained the situation to a female secretary who was busy behind a desk near the door. During their conversation, I glanced at the secretary. She was quite attractive, young and fresh-faced, with a pretty face, comparable to the less attractive women in our company.

After their conversation, the secretary made a phone call, presumably to report the situation. After hanging up, she invited me in.

I was led into an extremely spacious and brightly lit office, and I was immediately stunned.

The interior decoration was astonishing, far exceeding my expectations in terms of luxury. Two walls were huge floor-to-ceiling windows, flooding the room with light, and several enormous green plants grew at the other end of the room—yes, they grew directly from the floor! Those plants were almost as tall as the ceiling. Several enormous bookshelves were nestled among the trees, filled with beautifully bound books of all kinds. Next to the shelves was an elegant ladder, presumably for reaching the books on the higher shelves. Luxurious sofas and chairs were arranged in a pleasingly staggered fashion. The carpet underfoot was thick and made no sound underfoot.

Behind a huge, luxurious desk in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window sat a capable and sexy woman, her head buried in her work. My heart raced. It was her, it really was her, the woman from the elevator. She was signing something on a stack of documents.

I was actually full of doubts. A high-ranking leader like her wouldn't need to meet someone as insignificant as me. She's a super boss many levels above my boss's wife. If I needed her computer repaired, I could have come when she wasn't there. Or I could have temporarily taken the computer out for repair. Why did she specifically call me when she was there? And she was about to leave work. Did she really have a crush on me? Ha, I've hit the jackpot! Let's see who looks down on me now.

However, I was still deeply shocked by the spacious and luxurious office. The more I observed, the more I felt an invisible pressure pressing down on me from all directions. For a moment, I became a little nervous.

"Please have a seat,"

she said, closing the file and pointing to a chair in front of the desk.

I went over, took out my business card, recited the greeting I knew by heart, and handed it to her. She looked at me, took the card, and I sat down. The secretary poured a cup of tea, placed it in front of me, and then left.

"Zhao Bo. Repair Engineer, Marketing Department, Yufeng District, Deep Blue Computer Company,"

she read from my business card, then looked up at me.

Her gaze was intelligent and sharp, making me feel as if she had taken a picture of me with an X-ray machine, exposing every detail. Although it was just a very ordinary and polite look, I still became more nervous for no reason.

"Engineer is just a title. I don't deserve it. I'm just a small repairman,"

I replied softly.

After I finished speaking, my heart started pounding. For some reason, I became increasingly nervous. I subconsciously and awkwardly wiped my hands; they were slightly sweaty.

These days, who doesn't use some fancy tricks on their business cards? Even a regular salesperson can write "Sales Manager" or something similar. Engineers? They're just empty titles, and not worth much anyway. But this business card made me feel somewhat embarrassed.

To be honest, I felt a sense of pressure from the moment I entered the office, a pressure that suffocated me. I'd never seen such a magnificent office before. I'd never truly had face-to-face contact with such a high-ranking leader, let alone a super boss who was absolutely stunning.

When someone is in a situation where everything—the environment, the people, the things—is far superior to anything they've ever encountered, far beyond their past experience, they feel uneasy, and a sense of inferiority arises for no reason. And for a nobody like me, this situation far exceeded my expectations. I admit I'm inexperienced; perhaps I'm really not cut out for great things. Feeling uneasy and somewhat sad, a sense of unease and anxiety crept into my heart, threatening to intensify.

The fantasies I had when I first entered vanished in an instant.

No matter how I tried to control myself, it was all in vain. My heart was pounding, practically leaping out of my chest. I had to tense up, being extremely careful and alert, afraid that even the slightest movement might hurt my fragile self-esteem.

"Hello! My name is Shangguan Yunqing. It's a pleasure to meet you."

She must have noticed my unease, because she stood up from her large executive chair and extended a fair hand to me with a smile.

I was startled and immediately stood up, wiping my hands on my wrinkled clothes before grasping that soft, boneless hand. She gently shook my hand in return. Smiling at me, she sat back down in her chair.

Good heavens, I touched her hand! But I felt none of the excitement I had felt when I admired her from afar. Instead, I felt immense regret for wiping my hands on my clothes.

"Sit down. You don't want to stand here talking to me like this, do you?"

she continued, smiling.

Ah, I snapped out of it. Oh, I sat down again. I hated myself even more for my behavior. I picked up the teacup and gulped down several mouthfuls, emptying it in no time, trying to hide my unease and nervousness.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a tiger, I won't eat you. Let me refill your tea."

She stood up, smiling, and extended her hand again.

I awkwardly stood up and handed her the teacup. She took it and turned to pour the tea. After sitting down, I took a few deep breaths while she wasn't looking at me. I was going to die! The excessive nervousness and tension made my nerves feel like they were about to snap. In that moment of turning around, I tried to calm myself down and steady my mind.

When my breathing became somewhat steady, I realized that my back was soaked with sweat, my clothes felt cool against my back, and my shoulder muscles ached inexplicably. Was it really that bad? I was dizzy.

"Would you like some milk?"

she asked, refilling her teacup not far behind me.

"No, thank you,"

I replied instinctively as I turned to look at her. It wasn't good to talk to her with my back turned.

"Let's add a little more, it'll taste better that way,"

she said, without heeding my opinion, adding some milk and a spoonful of sugar to the teacup. Then, stirring it, she walked towards me. The spoon clinked against the cup.

She handed me the stirred tea, and I stood up, bowed slightly, took the cup, and said thank you. She sat back down, tidied her desk, and then said to me, "Come sit here and do your thing. I'll have a cup of tea, you go about your business, don't worry about me."

I said "Okay," and was about to put the tea I hadn't had time to drink on the table and walk over. But then I suddenly felt that would be impolite. I withdrew the teacup I had already extended, took a sip, and found it sweet, smooth, and quite delicious. That sip brought a sense of comfort, and my mood inevitably lightened.

After I finished my tea, she also left her desk. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her walk to a long row of semi-reclining leather sofas behind me and sit down. I shifted slightly to the side and saw her pour herself a cup of tea and start drinking it, while flipping through a very glamorous magazine, probably fashion or clothing.

I quickly put down my teacup and immediately went over to sit in the seat she had been sitting in. I placed my bag on the table. Wow, so comfortable, no wonder it's the boss's throne. Suddenly, I felt a heat that wasn't mine on my buttocks. In an instant, my lower body reacted. Goodness, that's the super boss's body temperature! Whew, I felt a surge of excitement, as if struck by lightning.

I savored the warm current, inhaling the faint scent of her body lingering after she left, completely intoxicated. It was wonderful, even the gods couldn't enjoy this. So good, so incredibly good.

Until that heat and my body temperature merged into one, becoming inseparable, I took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and composed myself. I took out a new hard drive and some tools, including a screwdriver, and placed them on the table. I removed the entire computer case from under the table, put it on the table, opened the side panel, inserted the new hard drive, connected it, and then reconnected the case. I turned it on and started copying all the data from the old hard drive to the new one. There was a lot of data, so it wouldn't be finished quickly.

Now, I had nothing to do.

I picked up a screwdriver, unsure of what to do. I had been sitting slightly leaning forward, and now I realized that the back pain from the tension was still there, and that ache spread throughout my body. I wanted to lean back, but I didn't have the courage. It was better to stay in this leaning position, I thought to myself.

I saw the cup of tea across the table and leaned forward to reach for it. This was brewed by a beautiful woman; I couldn't waste it. The tea was a little cold, but I felt warm drinking it.

I smacked my lips a few times, then looked up in the direction the beautiful woman was sitting. Only then did I realize that she had somehow become comfortably reclined on the sofa, her arms outstretched on the backrest, one hand tapping leisurely with her fingers. Her legs were crossed, the top leg slightly swaying, her ankle occasionally twisting gently, causing her pointed high heel to wiggle. She looked incredibly comfortable and relaxed.

I looked into her eyes and realized that her starry eyes were looking at me, her face smiling gently like a peach blossom.

Oh dear, so she had been watching me the whole time.

I smiled awkwardly at her and took a large gulp of tea.

"Is the tea cold?"

she said, without responding to my smile. Then she picked up the teapot and walked towards me. I repeatedly said, "No, thank you!" But she still came to me, so I had no choice but to finish my tea and hand it over. A stream of hot tea flowed from the teapot into the teacup.

"Is it done?"

she asked.

"Not yet? I'm still backing up the data. It might take another ten minutes or so,"

I said, glancing at the progress bar on the computer.

"Oh,"

she replied, placing the teapot on the table and then sitting sideways on the edge.

Her short skirt rode up considerably as she sat. Suddenly, a section of her thigh in flesh-colored stockings, almost visible at the top, swayed very close to my eyes. Her delicate ankles even deliberately straightened, seemingly intentionally pointing directly at my genitals.

For a moment, time stood still.

My blood surged, my eyes widened in lust, and my blood seemed to burst from my nostrils. My breath came in rapid gasps, and my genitals snapped to a 90-degree angle. Oh my god, is this some kind of torture? I quickly looked away. I instinctively gulped down a huge mouthful of tea. Good heavens! I almost jumped back from the heat. My mouth was full of scalding tea; I couldn't spit it out, nor could I swallow it. Finally, I quickly swallowed it down, and a burning sensation spread through my tongue. I instinctively stuck it out to cool it. Looks like I'm in for a few days of this. I cursed inwardly.

"Hehe,"

the beautiful woman laughed.

Her laughter was as melodious as silver bells, while my heart pounded like a small boat in a stormy sea, threatening to capsize.

Then, she casually picked up a pen from the table, repeatedly placing it down and picking it up again, flipping it on the surface with a "thud."

Then, continuing to stare at me, she said easily, "Mr. Zhao, let's talk. Is this what you're doing after graduation?"

Mr. Zhao? I was stunned.

"Yes."

I quickly calmed my turbulent emotions.

"Where did you graduate from?"

"N University."

"Oh, a prestigious university, not bad."

She seemed politely excited, then added, "Can I ask a personal question? You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"Go ahead."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Uh oh! This question...

"No."

I answered quickly.

"Really not?"

"Really not!"

"I had one before, but it wasn't too much."

I quickly added.

"Oh."

She said, "You're busy."

She put down that agonizingly long leg, turned around, and walked out.

I must be so boring, I thought to myself, secretly resentful. Can't I even say one more word? What a beautiful boss. I pinched my thigh until it ached terribly.

Suddenly, all the lights in the room turned on automatically.

I glanced at the time display in the lower right corner of my computer. It was already past 6:30, well past the end of the workday.

I looked out the other floor-to-ceiling window; it was already dark outside. The beautiful woman stood before the glass, her arms folded over her chest, gazing out the window, seemingly lost in thought.

Her full breasts, prominently displayed above her crossed arms, formed an alluring silhouette against the darkness outside the window, illuminated by the indoor light—truly breathtaking, a rare beauty. I sighed.

Only in such a dimly lit setting could I involuntarily indulge in fantasies. Ugh, how pathetic!

Just then, an iPhone 3GS rang on the table. The woman heard it, lowered her arms, walked over, picked up the phone, answered it, and hummed as she walked to the other end of the room, disappearing into the green vegetation.

After a while, I saw the computer display indicate that the data copying was complete. I shut down the computer, removed the hard drive containing the copied data, and quickly reassembled the computer. I put the DVD containing the patch image file into the burner, pressed the computer's boot button, and in DOS mode, flashed the patch data onto the hard drive's BIOS. It went smoothly; the computer didn't encounter any other unexpected problems. I checked it again; it was done. I packed up my tools, picked up the hard drive with the data, and walked towards the green plants. I needed to get out of there quickly; this place was oppressive.

I walked past a tall bookshelf and saw the beautiful woman in a corner, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, still on the phone. I had to stop. I heard…

“…I’ve really made up my mind…Xin Xin’s family has been very good to our family, you could say they’ve been incredibly kind. She and I are such good friends. How can I ignore her like this? As long as there’s a glimmer of hope, I’ll try. No matter what, I’ll try…No need to say anything more, I’ll know what to do…”

“…Okay, that’s settled then. I’m relieved to hear that…Okay, bye.”

The beautiful woman hung up the phone, turned around, saw me, and froze.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your call. I just got here. Here, take this."

I said, handing her the hard drive.

"This is the data on your computer. Consider it a backup. Keep it safe. We discussed this during the repair: for any computer requiring backups before repair, the hard drive containing the data is returned to you after the repair. We can't take it with us; this is to prevent your company's data from being leaked."

I continued to explain.

"Oh. I understand. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhao."

She took the hard drive and said.

"It's nothing, it's my job. If your company has any computer problems in the future, just contact me. I'm in charge of computer maintenance here now. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

I said politely.

"Thank you for the tea, it was very good. Goodbye."

I said again, turning to leave.

"Wait."

The beautiful woman called out to me.

I stopped.

"I... I'd like to invite you to dinner. To thank you for your excellent service to our company."

The beautiful woman looked at me with her big, bright eyes, her face beaming with a warm invitation.

Huh...

Inviting me to dinner? @#%@￥%%……&& For a moment, I couldn't react. Was I kidding? I… Ugh… I was dizzy.

"…No need, this… I… I'd better not. I'll handle it myself. It's getting late. You see…"

"Let's go. It's just a meal, right? Is it that hard? Are you afraid I'll eat you? Kid, aren't you afraid I'll talk to your head office leader? You'll be in for it tomorrow. Even if your leader invites me, I might not go."

The beautiful woman interrupted me, saying, "Let's go."

I was stunned. Did a pie fall from the sky? I touched my head, no. I scratched my head for a long time.

"Look, I'm dressed like this… I'm afraid…"

I glanced at her helplessly and said.

"It's okay. I don't mind, what's there to be afraid of?"

she said nonchalantly, "Your clothes are work clothes, much more elegant than mine. I like them. Let's go."

Helpless, I could only walk, following behind her.

Chapter 8: Introducing the beautiful woman left me

speechless the whole way. We took the elevator to the underground parking garage. I saw a man in a black suit standing respectfully next to a black Mercedes S600. When the beautiful woman approached, the man opened the back door of the car and lowered his head. He was probably her driver.

The woman turned to me and said, "Did you drive here?"

"Yes. My car is over there,"

I said, pointing to a small, chipped electric scooter parked not far from the Mercedes.

"Oh,"

the woman looked in the direction I was pointing, then thought for a moment and said to me, "Okay. Give me your car keys."

I didn't know what she wanted, so I handed her the keys.

She took the keys and turned to the driver, saying, "Go drive that electric scooter. I'll drive myself today."

"Where do you live?"

she asked again, turning back to me.

Through the conversation, I understood what the woman meant.

"Oh, no need, I'll drive there myself. No need to trouble yourself

," I said hastily. "Just tell me the place, I'll go myself."

"Listen to me. Look at the time. You won't get there in an hour. It's quite far. Aren't you hungry? I'm starving. Tell me where you live. I'll have the driver take you there. I'll take you home later,"

the beautiful woman said, her tone slightly reproachful.

Just then, my stomach rumbled loudly, so loudly that the beautiful woman standing a few steps away could hear it. She raised the back of her hand, lightly touching her nose, and chuckled. Ugh, I'm having another bout of diarrhea.

Reluctantly, I gave her my address and told the driver to leave the keys with the security guard, thanking him in return.

I walked around the front of the car, opened the front door of the Mercedes, and got in. The beautiful woman started the engine, lightly pressed the accelerator, and the Mercedes slowly drove out of the parking lot, quickly merging into the flow of traffic.

The woman focused on driving, without saying a word. Taking advantage of a red light, she turned on the radio, and the weather forecast came on, saying that the weather would turn cold this week, with moderate to heavy rain. Then came soothing music. After the red light, the car continued to move forward.

I didn't dare ask where we were going and sat obediently. But this was the first time I had ever ridden in a Mercedes. The car was very stable; I could barely hear the wheels rolling. The interior was also very luxurious. I curiously stole glances, not wanting her to know that I had never even ridden in a Mercedes before.

As I stole glances, I started to think. What was this beautiful boss up to?

Such enthusiasm was a bit too much for a lowly employee like me. Her enthusiasm made me terrified of her true intentions. The stark contrast between us made me abandon any hope that this beautiful woman would actually be interested in me; that would be like Fan Bingbing taking the initiative last night – impossible!

What, then, would this woman need? More precisely, what would she want from a man like me? Don't give me that nonsense about love at first sight; such empty, frivolous feelings don't exist for me. What does this woman need, something every man has? A penis, that's it. Does she know mine is larger than average? Ugh, does she really want to devour me?

It seems the current law only recognizes men raping women, not women raping men. Am I going to be devoured by her, without even a chance to appeal?

A flurry of wild thoughts made me feel like I was on a pirate ship, as if I'd fallen into a trap set by a beautiful woman, an invisible net already spread out, waiting for its prey to fall in. And I, the prey, had no chance to escape, no room to struggle, no chance to resist. The feeling of being the prey, the fish

on the chopping block, made me incredibly anxious. People say women are like wolves at thirty, tigers at forty, and then they devour everything in their path. Has she already reached that level at her age? Is she so hungry that she won't even spare a little chick like me?

Look at this beautiful woman's behavior, her every move, her intelligent and alluring gaze. Not only is she incredibly charming, but her omnipresent mature elegance is irresistible to any man. She definitely doesn't possess the qualities of a woman in her twenties; she looks to be thirty. But her skin, as smooth as jade, so delicate it seems like she's thirty, even surpassing the beauty of a young girl like Sun Qian. If she were to take me down, I think even a god would be willing.

"To die beneath the peony blossoms, even as a ghost, is romantic."

I now have a deeper understanding of this old saying.

My eyes darted to the steering wheel, where two sexy, flesh-colored stockings clung to her thighs, smooth and glossy, rising and falling with each press of the accelerator and brake. My heart was completely captivated. To hell with it, I'll go for it.

Eat me? Fine, I'll eat you then. A one-night stand, huh? I'll give up. To be eaten by such a stunning beauty, I'd die happy.

For a moment, countless fantasies flooded my mind, imagining every possibility of being taken advantage of by this beauty, each one incredibly ecstatic.

While I was lost in my boundless daydreams, the car entered the ring road, and the traffic thinned out. The beauty finally had a brief respite.

"Mr. Zhao, I'd like to treat you to seafood tonight, what do you think?"

the beauty asked.

"Okay,"

I replied instinctively. Although I wasn't as nervous as before as I'd spent more time with her, I was still a little reserved.

"Don't be so reserved. Actually, I'm really happy to have met you today,"

the beauty said.

Soon, the car stopped in front of a magnificent, brightly lit restaurant. We got out of the car, and the beautiful woman handed the car keys to a valet. The car was quickly driven away. I looked at the sign: Yikoufu Restaurant.

We went inside, and all the way, we heard, "General Manager Shangguan, welcome!"

They seemed to be regulars. But the way they looked at me was quite surprised, as if I were a monster.

We went into a private room and sat down. She quickly ordered the dishes. Soon, a table full of dishes was served. There were many dishes, including shark fin and abalone. In the middle was a huge lobster, which I had never eaten before, and I didn't know where to start.

It seemed she was going to feed me first, and then slowly devour it.

The beautiful woman sat opposite me, smiled, and said "please" before elegantly starting to eat. A mouthful of glistening rice was placed in her clear, rosy mouth, which she chewed slowly, looking so appetizing that I swallowed several times. Even eating was so sensual and alluring. If there were any man in the world willing to be swallowed whole by her like a grain of rice, I think no one would refuse.

After a while, I began to devour the table full of delicacies. If I were to be a grain of rice, I would be the most translucent and plump one, I thought to myself.

Before long, the beautiful woman finished eating. She put down her chopsticks, picked up a wine glass with one hand to sip her red wine, and rested the other hand under her arm, watching me leisurely. Her gaze made me feel that she was admiring her prey.

I was only seven-tenths full. Now that I had considered the worst-case scenario and was willing to accept it, I had no more reservations, and my nerves were no longer tense. One-night stand, huh? I'll eat first. I didn't care about table manners, my chopsticks flying as I quickly picked up food and shoved it into my mouth, chewing greedily, my mouth full of juice—it must have looked terrible.

Soon, I was full. He chewed the last large mouthful of lobster meat, his cheeks bulging, and swallowed it with a large gulp of red wine. Then, staring at the messy lobster shells on the table, he said, "Speak, General Manager Shangguan. Do with me as you please. This hundred-odd pounds of meat is yours today, do whatever you want with it."

He spoke with an air of righteous indignation, but inwardly he thought that soon he would be like the lobster on the table, all the meat eaten, leaving only some inedible shells.

Suddenly, a loud burp came from his mouth.

"Haha."

The beautiful woman burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth, and said, "I'm dying of laughter. You're so funny."

"Well, Mr. Zhao, what makes me look like a tiger? Why do you always treat me like one?"

The beautiful woman suppressed her laughter and continued, "Also, don't call me General Manager Shangguan. This is private time, call me Yun Qing, it's more intimate."

Intimate? Trying to add some spice, huh? Fine, as you wish.

"Ms. Yunqing, tell me, why did you invite me to dinner, and what do you want me to do? Don't tell me it's to thank me for my service to your company. There must be something else."

I decided to cut to the chase.

"Okay, Mr. Zhao. It seems you're quite intelligent. Since you put it that way, let's talk."

Yunqing said, "Before we get to the point, I'd like to confirm one more thing: you really don't have a girlfriend?"

"Is it important? Is it important to you?"

I said.

"It's important!"

You're afraid I have a girlfriend to bother you, right?

"Really, I don't. I used to have one, but we broke up a few months ago, and she ran off with a rich man."

I said casually, a sense of loneliness creeping into my heart.

"Oh. Okay. Let's be friends. Because the following topic is only for friends. Would you like to?"

Yunqing looked at me and said, her eyes showing seriousness.

"Miss Yunqing, of course I would. It would be my great fortune to be friends with you. I'm unworthy of your company,"

I said.

But in my heart, I thought, this is unnecessary. Asking if I have a girlfriend, and then saying we have to be friends first, if I were you, I would have eaten you up long ago.

"Zhao Liang. It's nice to meet you. From now on, we're friends. Just call me Wenqing, don't call me Miss, Miss, it sounds awful."

As she spoke, she extended her fair, delicate hand to me.

"Yunqing. Hello, it's nice to be friends with you."

I walked across from her and gently shook her hand, saying.

"Why don't you sit next to me? Let's talk closer."

She seemed very happy to say.

"Oh," I replied and sat down next to her.

"Zhao Liang. I'd like to introduce you to a friend. Would you like to?"

Yunqing said.

Hearing this, I was somewhat surprised; it seemed different from what I had expected.

"Male or female?"

"Female. A beautiful woman, a very pretty woman. I'm sure you'll enjoy meeting her."

"Introduce me to your girlfriend?" "

That depends on your abilities. It's your good fortune to have her."

Yun Qing stared at me and said.

"Such a wonderful girl. What have I done to deserve her attention?"

I took a sip of my drink and said.

"As for why, let me tell you a story first."

She also took a sip of her drink.

Then I heard a poignant love story: Three years ago, a girl named Xue Xinxin met a captain in the special forces, Xiao Liang, in the spring when peach blossoms were in bloom. They fell in love, deeply in love. That autumn, when the branches were laden with fruit, they plucked the fruit of their love and entered the wedding hall. However, on their wedding night, an armed rebellion broke out in the west, and the groom was urgently recalled to the front lines. That same night, tragedy struck. To protect a soldier, the groom was shot multiple times and died instantly.

"Their acquaintance was simple; the girl was a medic in the special forces,"

Yun Qingyou continued softly. "Because the blow was too great, Xin Xin retired that year and now works at the affiliated hospital of N City Medical University as a cardiologist and neurosurgeon."

Hearing this poignant true story, I was naturally moved. Of course, I have a heart too.

Especially since both the bride and groom were soldiers, when the groom sacrificed his life for his country and the bride became a widow, my heart ached .

I am a nobody; perhaps in this materialistic society, I am just an insignificant speck of dust. But I am also a member of the great family of my motherland, and I deeply love my country. I once posted on a military forum: "When war breaks out in the South China Sea, I will donate a month's salary; in the war for national reunification, I will donate a year's salary; when war breaks out with Japan, I will donate my life." However, compared to this groom who died for his country, what is my little statement? The poor bride was truly heartbreaking.

My heart ached. So I excused myself to go to the restroom to sort out my chaotic emotions. I washed my face, looked up, and saw my square face in the mirror—thick eyebrows, large eyes, sharp features, and strong lines.

I thought to myself, though I'm just a nobody, I'm self-reliant and have made some contribution to society. Although I'm lustful, I'm harmless to society. However, my ability to support myself and indulge in lust today is thanks to the sacrifices of heroes. A feeling of remembrance and respect for heroes welled up within me, and my heart warmed.

Chapter 9: The Springtime Glimpse Under the Skirts of Two Beauties.

Even a nobody can live a happy life, so as to be worthy of the fallen martyrs. Just as I was reflecting,

suddenly, a commotion came from outside the restroom door. It was the voices of a man and a woman.

"...Jianhua, don't go. Waaah...I love you so much, you said you would love me forever, what will I do without you...waaah..." It was

a woman's voice that sounded very familiar.

"How would I know what you're going to do? It's up to you. We'll be separated for two years in six months. You'll have to get a divorce then, whether you like it or not."

A man's rough voice rang out.

"Don't go, please. We were so in love, so happy back then. Have you forgotten?... Waaah, please don't go!..."

The woman cried even harder.

"Let me go. Don't mention the past to me. You slut, don't treat me like a dumping ground. You know how many men you've slept with. Let me go! You bitch. Get out of here!"

The man's voice became even more stern.

I walked out of the restroom. Not far from the restroom door, near the entrance of a private room, a man and a woman were entangled. The woman was leaning against the door, her face obscured by the man's body; I couldn't see his face. The man looked like he was about to run away, but the woman was holding onto one of his arms tightly, preventing him from moving.

"Will you let go or not? If you don't, I'll get rough with you!"

the man roared.

"I won't let go. I'd rather die than let go. I want to be with you. Waaah..."

The woman's voice was shrill.

Suddenly, the man turned around, pried the woman's hands off, and shoved her backward with all his might, taking a step forward. The woman staggered backward, her foot slipped, and with a tearing sound, she fell forward to the ground.

Then the man took another step forward, and I saw that the one lying on the ground was Fang Jing, my boss. Her hair was disheveled, her face was streaked with tears, and she was still crying. Even after falling, she still firmly gripped the man's leg.

"Let go! You bitch, what right do you have to grab me?"

The man's angry voice echoed through the corridor.

Several waiters who rushed over, seeing the tall man, were intimidated by his imposing presence and dared not step forward to intervene.

Then he turned around and stomped hard on Fang Jing's hands with his other foot, yelling, "Let go! I told you to let go! You slut, you bitch!"

He stomped harder and harder, once, twice, three times, each time with more force, but Fang Jing remained resolute, gritting her teeth and enduring the excruciating pain, refusing to let go. The man stomped twice more.

"You son of a bitch! Let's see if you won't let go! You bitch!"

With that, the man kicked high into the air, landing a hard kick on Fang Jing's face. Then another kick, and Fang Jing's head snapped back. With a scream, her hands loosened, the excruciating pain causing her face to fall downwards, unable to lift it for a moment.

Those two kicks ignited my already furious heart, and I no longer hesitated. I rushed over and threw a punch at the man who was leaving, smashing it hard into his face. He screamed in agony, clutching his face with both hands.

"I told you not to hit a woman. Are you even a man?"

I yelled, then kicked him again. "Are you even human? You bastard!"

The man was caught off guard and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Who are you! What's it to you!"

the man shouted angrily, trying to get up and charge at me.

Although I hadn't studied martial arts, I'd been in quite a few fights, so I wasn't going to let him get up. I kicked him hard, sending him sprawling to the ground.

The man rolled twice on the ground, clutching his stomach. It took him a while to stagger to his feet, and this time I didn't kick him again.

The man crouched down, panting heavily, and pointed at me with a trembling hand, saying, "You, Fang Jing. This is your lover, isn't it? I saw it today, and you still dare to deny it. I'm leaving! You can keep that slut. I hope you two have fun! I guess I'm just unlucky. What sins did I commit in my past life? Oh my god—"

With that, he staggered and quickly disappeared around the corner.

I looked at Fang Jing, and saw her slowly raise her head, her face covered in bruises, looking quite terrifying. She tried to stand up, but her weak hands couldn't support her body, and she almost collapsed again.

I immediately went to support her, and she fell into my arms. Only then did I realize that Fang Jing's white skirt had been torn at some point, and her two snow-white buttocks, clad only in two striped thongs, were fully exposed under the light, quite glaringly so. I could vaguely see her pink anus, barely concealed by the thin fabric, and a few tufts of pubic hair peeking out between her legs. Her flesh-colored stockings gleamed softly, her lower body incredibly alluring. I stood there dumbfounded, my heart pounding.

It must have been that when Fang Jing rushed out of the private room, her thin skirt got caught in the door, and when the man pushed and pulled her violently, she fell, tearing the skirt and exposing her private parts. Even in such a humiliating situation, she still desperately grabbed onto the man; it was clear how important he was to her.

Suddenly, Fang Jing shoved my hand away. She bent one leg forward, braced herself with both hands, and sprang to her feet. Another tearing sound followed; as she stood up, her high heels had stepped on the front of her long skirt, and the force of the movement caused it to rip again.

Her skirt was ripped off in a flash, revealing her vulva, barely covered by a thin triangle of fabric. Her thick, long pubic hair was parted into two dark strands by the fabric, the curly hairs scattered messily on either side of her vulva, glistening darkly under the light. For a moment, I forgot my earlier anger, captivated by this erotic sight. A surge of heat, almost making me dizzy, rushed through my nostrils.

I looked up at Fang Jing; she was expressionless, seemingly oblivious. It seemed she was still reeling from the earlier blow. She ignored me completely. Suddenly, she turned around, opened the door to the private room, and rushed in, slamming the door shut with a loud bang. I got up to open the door, but it was locked from the inside; I couldn't open it

, and no one answered my calls. Only two pieces of fabric from her thin dress remained on the floor. I knocked for a long time, but there was no response. Helpless, I could only leave that private room and walk back to Yunqing's room.

Back in my room, after sitting down, I took a few deep breaths, not mentioning what I had just witnessed. Yunqing continued the previous topic.

"After saying so much, now I have a task for you. I'd like you to help this unfortunate woman. Are you willing?"

Yunqing stared at me, her eyes filled with eagerness.

"Why me? With your status, finding a man better than me should be easy, right? I think it's difficult for me to shoulder this responsibility."

Although I really wanted to do my best to help that woman, I knew my own limitations, and I had to ask for clarification.

"Because I think there's no one in the world more suitable than you to do this. You know what? You look a lot like someone. Do you know who? It's Xiao Liang, the man that unfortunate woman loved."

Yun Qing took a sip of her drink, put down her glass, and said to me.

Uh... I was speechless. Could there really be such a coincidence? It sounded like something out of a pornographic novel.

"Really, it's very similar. When I saw you in the elevator, I thought Xiao Liang had come back to life. I looked at you closely, and then I realized you weren't him. But apart from a slight difference in temperament, you two are practically identical."

Yun Qing said.

"What does that have to do with helping this girl? She loves Xiao Liang, not me. No two leaves are the same."

I said.

"It does. Because Xin Xin developed an illness after being traumatized. That illness can only be cured by men."

Yun Qing dropped another bombshell.

I was stunned. There's an illness in the world that can only be cured by men? I was speechless again.

"Do you know what illness it is? It's frigidity, also known as sexual inhibition. Medically, it's defined as a persistent or recurring lack or complete absence of sexual fantasies and desire for sexual activity. For Xin Xin, her frigidity is very severe; it's practically a complete absence. She's completely lost interest in men, and it seems to be getting worse."

Yun Qing took a sip of her drink to moisten her throat and continued,

"At first, Xin Xin felt disgusted by men, then she became completely indifferent to them, and now she can't even operate on male patients, only female patients. If this continues, will she even be afraid to see men anymore? If that happens, she might have to spend her whole life in a mental hospital, which is the last thing I want to see. You know that?"

At this point, Yun Qing looked pained and downed her drink. I had never seen her so agitated before.

"So, only you can cure her illness. I've tried everything for her, but with little success. Now I'm trying to introduce her to other men, but she goes into a frenzy and can't accept it at all. You should be her only hope. If you can't cure her, then poor Xin Xin may be destined to be unhappy for the rest of her life."

Yun Qing finished speaking with a heavy heart, looking as if her heart was being torn apart.

"Our family and Xin Xin's family have been friends since our ancestors' time. Her father once saved our entire family, meaning that without her family, there would be no Shangguan family. Do you understand?"

After calming down, Yun Qing stared at me, her gaze sharp and unyielding.

"So, I beg you to help her. I'll give you anything you want as long as you can cure her illness."

Yun Qing said in a very earnest tone.

To be honest, I was speechless. It was like listening to a convoluted novel. I was completely bewildered. All

this effort she put in was actually for this. My previous guesses were truly embarrassing. Someone like her wouldn't lie to me; this must be true. From both a moral and ethical standpoint, I can't refuse. Especially not from this stunningly beautiful super boss. Would you refuse?

No, no one! For me, this is a fantastic opportunity. Not only does it bring me closer to the boss, but I also get to know a beautiful woman, and perhaps… who knows what the future holds? If I accomplish this, the reward from this super boss will be unimaginable. This reminds me of Kil'jaeden, the final boss of the Sunwell Plateau. My mage never got the artifact, the Sunburn.

I feel ashamed of my selfishness. But please forgive me; I'm just a nobody, not yet resistant to temptation. I still unconsciously weigh the pros and cons, calculating every little detail. That innate petty-bourgeois mentality is hard to eradicate overnight.

"Alright. I accept. I will do my best to cure her. If she doesn't even accept me, then there's nothing I can do."

I looked at Yunqing and said,

"Okay! I know you won't refuse. Cheers to your right choice, and to Xinxin's speedy recovery!"

She smiled happily at me. This was the happiest smile I'd seen her all afternoon.

"Clink!" Two wine glasses clinked together, and the man and woman downed them in one gulp, an indescribable feeling of exhilaration.

The feeling of "being ordered to pick up girls" was fantastic. My heart was as sweet as honey, filled with boundless anticipation.

Hey, I've finally got my day!

Next, we talked for a while about Xinxin's condition and some treatment methods, but the key was whether Xinxin could accept me. If she was still like other men, then there was no point in talking about treatment.

Yunqing decided that she would first work on Xinxin's mindset, and then we would meet again, trying to develop our relationship. Each time we met, I would report the situation in detail to her and discuss it before proceeding to the next step. She would let me know the specific time for the meeting.

I couldn't object to her arrangements, so I could only accept them.

After finishing our business, we chatted more. I realized she seemed quite interested in the life of someone like me. She asked me what I usually like to do, what I'm interested in, and what interesting things have happened recently.

Actually, I'm bored with my own life, and her questions were boring too, so I told her, in a rather boring way, that I enjoy sex, am most interested in women, and that the funniest thing that happened recently was: one day on the bus, while taking something out of my pocket, I pulled out a condom, which fell to the ground. As I hesitated whether to pick it up, I suddenly heard a girl next to me shout: "Big brother, your little brother's work clothes fell down!"

As soon as I finished speaking, Yunqing burst out laughing, clutching her stomach, almost crawling under the table.

I looked at her in astonishment. Was she kidding? She hadn't heard these dirty jokes that my buddies and I always told? Did she really think something like that had happened to me?

One joke made her laugh for a long time. Finally, she tried to suppress her laughter, lightly patted my shoulder, and said, "Yeah, I said, you naughty guy, so naughty, you're not even serious in front of your sister."

She added, "Did you pick it up later?"

Hearing that, I almost fainted on the spot.

That night, we talked for a long time. Watching her tremble with amusement at my risqué jokes, my heart felt light and airy, as if it were flying, and I wished it would never touch the ground.

However, my heart was both intoxicated and confused. It was her intentional or unintentional actions that made me feel both thrilled and ecstatic in a gentle embrace, yet also dreamlike and bewildered.

Sometimes she would casually cross her legs, lifting her high heels, revealing her small, almost bare feet, plump and delicate, with a perfectly arched foot that was captivating. The stockings that barely covered her feet were of even color, gleaming with a lustrous, fleshy sheen. As her toes twitched, the high heels swayed, stirring my heart with a mixture of excitement and ecstasy.

She would occasionally clink glasses with me, her expression ambiguous, her words meaningful, yet her body pressed very close. Her intoxicating fragrance, her trembling breasts encased in thin lace, the deep, barely visible cleavage—all of this made my blood boil, my blood bubbling like boiling water. What was truly

maddening was that she would sometimes shift her hips, her short skirt constantly rising, barely concealing the glimpse beneath. Between her thighs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, was a striking deep red, and her pear-shaped, mysterious flower seemed to breathe, inhaling and exhaling. The thin silk triangle fabric would expand and contract with her movements. Whenever the fabric pressed against her, I could almost see the contours of that small mouth; whenever the fabric expanded, I could feel that full, plump mound.

Oh, it was truly deadly. The sight of stimulation kept my penis erect all night, rock hard, with some pre-ejaculate seeping from the glans, soaking my cotton underwear.

Each time I went to the bathroom, I took long breaths, waiting for my organ to soften. It was excruciating, yet I enjoyed it.

She was consciously seducing me, that much was certain. As for why, I had no idea. It was best to play dumb, I sighed.

Just as I was burning with desire, about to self-immolate, that long and intoxicating dinner ended. I declined her offer to take me home; I was afraid that if things continued like this, I would lose control and commit an unforgivable sin.

I needed the cool air to cool down, both physically and mentally.

This night was truly unbelievable—a penniless nobody had become the male friend of a stunningly beautiful woman, and that noble vagina seemed to be beckoning to him. This is too lucky! So lucky it's frightening. I'm afraid that tomorrow a ten-ton sledgehammer might fall from the sky and smash me into a pulp, to make up for the excessive good fortune God bestowed upon me the day before.

I stepped out of the hotel; a cold wind blew past, as if reminding me to stop indulging in unrealistic dreams.

A stunningly beautiful woman rolled down her car window, smiled, and waved at me. With a roar of the engine, she and the car disappeared into the vast night.

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