The head of the bureau

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I am a male, and I graduated from a university in Beijing many years ago. I was fortunate enough to be assigned to an administrative department in a government agency. There were five people in the department (including myself): three men and two women. One of the women was the female director (or rather, deputy director, as the old director was frail and often ill, and there was no early retirement policy at the time, so he was on long-term leave. She was in charge of the department's work). The director's surname was Wei. We all respectfully called her Director Wei. I heard that her husband was very powerful, a head of a bureau.
Our director was from the south, possessing the characteristics of a beautiful woman from Jiangnan, but she was indeed 1.68 meters tall. The woman from the North had a very haughty figure. She rarely spoke to us, and never joked. We were all afraid of her, including the female staff member, Xiaoqin. Of the three of us men, two were married and had families, leaving me as the only single one, living in a temporary single "apartment." They all called me "the recluse," which I gladly accepted. The office cleaning and water delivery duties fell to me. The director's office was a single room, and they were only allowed in when the director assigned tasks. I was an exception because I had to fetch water for her. But I still had to knock before entering, otherwise I would get a scolding.
Over time, it all became a habit.
Once, when I was delivering water to her, I accidentally bumped the coffee table, making a loud noise, which startled her. She said, "Young staff member, how can you be so clumsy?" I forgot to mention our director's age, which I saw by secretly looking at her file. She was 38. I was only 23 at the time, so it was acceptable for her to call me "young staff member," especially since she was the director. I quickly said, "I'm sorry, Director, I startled you!" She said, "Be more careful in the future. Your work is usually very..." "Okay, bringing you water only makes people more worried." Hearing this, I realized it was still an affirmation of my work. Although I'd been criticized, I was actually quite happy. I quickly said, "Please rest assured, Director, I will do my best to serve you well." She smiled. Perhaps she was laughing at my flustered state. Otherwise, how could such a high-ranking director be amused by kind words? I said this and left. Back in the office, I told Lao Wang about it. He lectured me, "You need to be even more careful lately. The director's husband has been assigned to go abroad. He won't be back for six months. The director is very unhappy."
"Oh. Going abroad is a good thing, why is she unhappy?"
"Those at this level are looking for comfort and don't want any more trouble."
I understood, and became even more careful in my actions. But I still received the same unsmiling treatment from the section chief. She was very meticulous in her speech and actions. We also treated her with respect. Three months passed in a normal, uneventful manner.
In the blink of an eye, it was the Spring Festival. Our section distributed a basket of tangerines to each person, which was very tempting at the time. Since my home wasn't in the area, I wanted to offer it to the section chief as a tribute. That was my idea, but I didn't know how to say it or how to present it. After two days, the section chief had to go down to visit other leaders. I delivered her share to her home. I thought my chance had come; why not just deliver mine too? Without further ado, I had my driver take it over.
It would also be a good opportunity to get acquainted with the leader's family. The driver knew we
'd arrived at her residence, but surprisingly, we didn't need to go inside. He went upstairs and called someone to come down and put it in her storage room. My heart was racing. My wish to get to know the family was dashed again.
A young woman came downstairs; I could tell at a glance she was the department head's daughter. She looked so much like her mother—so beautiful and charming, only with an added touch of innocence.
"Is this Uncle 'Yu Gong'?" I was lost in thought when I heard someone call me, and I quickly snapped out of it. It was indeed her speaking to me.
I hurriedly asked, "How did you know?"
She said she heard it from her mother. That was strange. The section chief rarely came to our office; how did she know my name was "Yu Gong"? It seemed that although she didn't give us much contact, she still knew the situation. I admired her even more. She also called me "Yu Gong." Haha. I felt quite pleased. Maybe it was a sign of liking her? Besides, she introduced me to her daughter that way too. It meant they had talked about me behind my back.
We put down the oranges and were about to say goodbye when the section chief returned.
I said, "Director, why haven't you left yet?"
She said the higher-ups had something to do and asked them to stay until tomorrow, so she went home. She then invited us upstairs. I wanted to go but was too embarrassed and was about to decline when the driver spoke up, "Go ahead, get acquainted with the director's place. I have to go see the old director; you can take a taxi back."
The driver was so understanding.
I couldn't refuse
any longer, so I followed the director upstairs. She lived on the third floor, in one of those apartments allocated according to rank. It was very spacious and considered very luxurious at the time—the most luxurious living conditions I had ever seen. I sat cautiously on the sofa, looking at the astonishing apartment, and couldn't think of anything to say.
"Little Li, are you still so reserved here?" "Oh. Not at all, Director.
" "Haha, you said you wouldn't dare, you're already nervous!" Her daughter spoke up,
and the three of us laughed. The laughter eased the atmosphere considerably. After the section chief politely said something to me about the oranges I gave her, she didn't mention it again. She asked me some work-related questions. Then her daughter complained about her, saying her mother was talking about work at home. She called me to her bedroom, saying she wanted me to see her stamps.
I was even more surprised; the section chief even knew I collected stamps! Otherwise, how would her daughter know? It seems she's truly considerate of me. I felt incredibly honored. Touched, I went to her daughter's room. A fresh scent... She pounced on me. I felt an instant intoxication. This was the young lady's boudoir! How could I, a child raised in the countryside, ever experience such a space? The room was charmingly furnished, revealing the mischievousness and inclinations of its young mistress.
She took out a stamp album and had me sit beside her on the bed. Her youthful breath washed over my face. I suddenly felt a surge of excitement and exhilaration. I stammered out some stamp collecting knowledge and things to be careful about. Her daughter happily exclaimed, "Master, I admire you so much! You're amazing, even better than our teacher!" I replied that I should admire my mother, she's wonderful.
"I don't idolize her at all! She always has a stern face and lectures people."
"Who's talking bad about me?" As she spoke, the section chief came in, bringing with her the scent of Lux soap.
I looked and saw her in her pajamas, washing her hair with a towel. Her face, flushed from the bath, was truly captivating. Her thighs were visible through the slit in her pajamas. So white, so very white. I couldn't think of any words to describe those beautiful thighs, not at that moment.
I was stunned. I stared straight at her...
"My mom isn't shy. She's in her pajamas in front of her uncle!" my daughter said.
I snapped out of my daze.
"What's wrong with that? This is home, and your uncle has no outsiders."
No outsiders? That's what the section chief said. I really thought I misheard.
My previous impression of the section chief as a cold beauty was completely gone. Suddenly, she felt so close, so intimate.
I quickly said, "It's getting late, Section Chief, I should go back too."
"Have a meal before you leave. There's food in the fridge." The section chief said,
"Really? I still have some questions to ask you. Besides, since Dad left, the house hasn't felt like a man's place for a long time."
Is this something a 17-year-old girl would say? Does she crave a man's presence too? Perhaps she's looking for balance? I didn't think much of it and said, "No, thank you. I'll definitely come another day. I'll bring you another monkey stamp.""That's wonderful. Uncle is so kind."
"Xiao Nan already wants you to stay, why are you being so polite?"
It was then that I learned her daughter's name was Xiao Nan. Perhaps it's because they're both from the South that they call each other that?
As she spoke, the section chief turned and accompanied me out of her daughter's room. I saw the section chief's plump, shapely buttocks moving inside her pajamas. They were so sexy, and I had an impulse to stay. But I forced myself to say goodbye. That feeling was truly unbearable. The section chief's eyes were looking at me, and there was something in them that was hard to fathom.
At that moment, I felt an allure and captivating power from the department head that I had never felt before. At work, I only knew her as a leader; I never imagined she was also a woman.
"Uncle, please stay. I'll go prepare the food. You can chat with Mom some more, okay?" That pleading tone made me lose all my resolve. Besides, I desperately wanted to stay; this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get close to a leader.
I glanced at the department head. She was also scrutinizing me, wondering if she was trying to guess my thoughts. I thought again, was she testing me? No, I had to go back.
Seeing me looking at her, the department head didn't look at me anymore. She said, "Going back is fine. Besides, you need to eat wherever you are. Maybe the cafeteria will close early this year. Eat before you go." Hearing this, I made up my mind. This was my only chance; I'd leave it to fate. If I wasn't going, I wouldn't go. I said, "Then I'll cook for the department head," and headed towards the kitchen
. "How could I let you cook at the director's house? You go watch TV, I'll cook."
I hurriedly followed her into the kitchen. Unexpectedly, the director turned around to come back, and we bumped into each other head-on. I crashed into her arms. I was so startled that I quickly hugged her, afraid that I would knock her over. This hug pulled open her nightgown, revealing most of her high breasts, and a sweet fragrance wafted towards me. She quickly pushed me away, her face flushed. That kind of shyness that only a young girl has appeared. Then she laughed generously. I was completely embarrassed. But in my heart, a new plan had already formed...

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