Facebook Revenge

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After wasting five years, I finally moved into my first manager's office. Looking out the window from this tiny room, although I could only see a small section of Taikoo Shing and Victoria Harbour through the gap between two buildings, it was still quite impressive for a marketing manager at one of Hong Kong's three major telecommunications companies. I checked

my watch; it was only a little past 10 a.m. This was my first day with such private space, free from the worry of my boss or colleagues seeing what I was browsing, so of course I immediately started doing my personal things.

I opened Facebook and excitedly updated that it was my first day in my room, uploading photos. Soon, I received well wishes from friends, and of course, we chatted for a bit. Half an hour passed, and then I started to get bored. Looking at other people's latest news, it was all about last night's dinner, my daughter's funny faces, and boring YouTube videos. Just as I was about to give up my fun and get back to work, I suddenly discovered that a former colleague had shared a news article about a business scandal at SmarTone, leading to a major purge of the entire marketing department. My former colleague comforted me with a familiar name:

"Emma, weren't you implicated? I'm so worried about you."

Who is Emma? That story goes back five years.

That year, I was still a marketing manager at SmarTone, and my boss had just left. I had worked in the marketing department for over four years, the most senior among my peers, so naturally, rumors circulated that I would be promoted to manager. Unexpectedly, the higher-ups hired Emma, who had returned to Hong Kong from Boston, to be my direct supervisor.

I was naturally very disappointed, but I didn't consider leaving. After all, Emma was seven years older than me and had more experience in telecommunications marketing in the US. After accepting the situation, I continued working diligently.

Speaking of Emma, she was a typical American-Chinese. Perhaps because she ate a lot of fries, she was overweight and had a short, boyish haircut and dark skin, which gave her a strong, assertive image that made her a favorite.

Initially, I worked for her without much trouble, but after six months, during the scheduling of a new phone launch, she forgot to confirm a certain celebrity's identity. She only told me to contact his manager two days before the launch. We were using this celebrity for a series of photoshoots, and couldn't change it at the last minute. His manager, seeing no progress on our end, assumed it was just a photoshoot project and had already reassigned that timeframe to another project.

I was naturally worried, but Emma didn't mention it to our team. I initially found it strange that she always called me in for private meetings. Astute readers might have guessed, on the day of the launch, Emma put on an act in front of everyone, saying she had clearly instructed me to contact the celebrity beforehand, and why I hadn't.

Looking at her feigned anger, I knew she had everything planned, so I kept quiet, swallowing my pride and thinking she'd repay me later. Perhaps if this matter hadn't escalated, she might have acted that way. But unexpectedly, higher-ups came to the scene that day, constantly questioning Emma about her actions, and reporters also inquired about the absence of celebrities.

In short, the matter escalated, and since I didn't immediately deny my wrongdoing, I had no choice but to remain silent. I was fired because of this, and the entire industry knew about it, jeopardizing my future.

For the next two years, I had to change careers, working in marketing at a bank. But my interest lay in the telecommunications industry, so after the storm subsided, I applied to PCCW and worked there for three years. During this time, my performance earned praise from my superiors, and I finally became a manager.

Suddenly, Emma replied:

"It's not my fault, but it seems I might be transferred there after the restructuring."

That simple answer made me realize how much this enemy had changed after all these years.

I clicked on her photo, and her page opened. The photo was of a small Pekingese dog, with no close-up shots. Plus, her account was private, only visible to friends.

I thought to myself, "Girls are so funny. On Facebook, only women who think they're beautiful post photos, unlike men. So, those who don't post photos are definitely ugly."

I ignored it and continued working.

I came back early after lunch, and I was alone in the office. Bored, I opened my browser and found Emma's Facebook page from before. For some reason, I clicked the "Add as Friend" icon. I had the urge to cancel immediately, but I thought it would be petty of her to see me trying to add her and then canceling. Besides, she wouldn't accept it anyway, so I might as well be more open.

The afternoon was also busy, since I had just been promoted. After work, my boss wanted to treat me to dinner to celebrate, and I didn't get back to my home in Quarry Bay until 11 pm. After showering, I went to bed and played with my Macbook Air. I've only lived in this tiny 200-square-foot studio for six months. Being single, I sometimes browse porn sites before bed to relieve myself and sleep better.

But tonight, despite the pent-up desire from seeing my female colleagues in short skirts and the pretty girls on the street during the day, I first checked Facebook. Unexpectedly, a red icon appeared in the upper right corner. Clicking it, I saw Emma had accepted my friend request. Then, in my messages, I found she had sent me a text:

"Jack, how are you? I heard you got promoted, congratulations! We're having a reunion with old colleagues later, feel free to come. It's been over three years since I last saw you." Oh

, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jack Tsui, I just turned thirty, a native Hong Kong man. Over a year ago, I had a very close girlfriend, and we were planning to get married. But she cheated on me with her boss. After I confronted her, she broke up with me, and I was heartbroken for a while. I heard she recently married that boss.

I checked my Facebook friends list and saw that Emma was still online. Touched by her friendly words, I wanted to chat with her a bit, so I typed:

"Hey Emma, still online? Still awake?" I checked my watch; it was already midnight.

"Ah. Still at the office!!"

"What?! How could that be? Are you busy?! By the way, I heard you're an assistant director now. No wonder you're so hardworking!!"

"I have a new campaign to launch, what can I do?"

Then we reminisced about the past, which colleague went to which company, industry gossip, and so on. Before we knew it, we'd been talking for almost half an hour. I said,

"Emma, let's stop talking, otherwise you won't finish by dawn. How about we meet up sometime and talk more?"

She agreed and went offline.

I was actually tired, so I went to sleep.

In my dream, I remembered her appearance and heard her say that she basically had no life. I imagined her as a lonely mature woman, almost forty years old, still single, with her family all in America. I initially felt pity for her, but then I thought about how she had used me. If it weren't for her, I might already be her assistant director. There were also some perverse and wicked thoughts in the dream, but I can't remember the details.

When I woke up, I only remembered one plan: to get close to her, make her like me, and then cruelly dump her, so that I could vent my anger.

When I got back to the company in the morning, I immediately left a message on Facebook:

"Sister, did you work late last night? If you're not too busy today, go home early and rest, don't ruin your health."

She was probably flattered and didn't know how to reply, only saying, "Thank you, Jack, I will, that's so thoughtful."

I deliberately didn't reply, and around 8:30 pm, after I got home, I wrote again: "Sister, remember to eat dinner and go home early."

Perhaps she had been thinking about my thoughtfulness for a while, or maybe it was because it was dark and she felt more relaxed, she took the initiative to talk to me, saying, "Jack is so considerate. I'll take your advice and go home now, we'll figure it out tomorrow. Do you have time to chat after you get home?!"

I deliberately didn't reply, and I didn't go online that night either, letting her think about it some more.

The next morning, I got up especially early and went to the tea restaurant downstairs from her office in Causeway Bay to buy takeout. I delivered it to her company's reception and then left a message on Facebook:

"Sister, I was in a terrible mood last night and didn't reply to you. I'm treating you to breakfast now to apologize. Remember not to buy anything else on your way back to the company."

This time she replied quickly, it seemed she was paying attention to messages on her phone and Facebook, and said:

"Oh, thank you~ It's okay, no need to apologize, are you alright?"

I was delayed by this action and rushed back to Taikoo Shing. In the taxi, I sent:

"It's nothing, a small matter. I broke up with my girlfriend, hahaha, I'll tell you tonight, when is a convenient time?"

She said: "Anytime is fine, I'll leave early today too, come home at 7:30 and we can talk, okay?"

Seeing that she was starting to accommodate her own time for me, I knew the first step was successful.

But I deliberately stayed at the company, and sure enough, I received her message at 7:30:

"It's so good to leave work early. I bought takeout, went home and took a shower. Do you have time to chat?"

I replied: "I'm still at the company~"

She didn't reply for a long time, she was disappointed, but she still wrote: "Oh, why are you so busy?"

I made up a big lie and said: "It's okay, I'm not in the mood to work anyway, let's chat for a while?" I even added a winking and kissing emoji after the sentence, and she readily agreed.

I wrote: "Last night, I planned to surprise my girlfriend at her office building because she had told me she was going to work all night, so I bought her dinner. But I unexpectedly ran into her leaving the office with another man."

She replied, "Were they very affectionate?!"

I said, "No, they were just walking side-by-side, chatting and laughing."

She said, "Well, they're just colleagues, maybe they were going to dinner, it doesn't mean anything."

I said, "That's what I thought too, so I called her. At first she didn't answer, but after two calls she finally picked up, but she..." She said she was still busy, and I told her I heard pedestrians and cars on the street, but she said she was just going downstairs alone to buy a lunchbox.

She didn't answer, so I continued writing: "So I followed them. The two of them jumped into a taxi, and like in the movies, I jumped in and followed. In the car, I saw them sitting very close together; the man was embracing her, without explaining anything. But I still followed. The car arrived at their apartment building in Sheung Wan, and the two of them went up the tenement building hand in hand. I dropped the lunchbox and called her again, but she wouldn't answer."

She replied, "Oh~ I am so." "Sorry!"

I replied, "I feel sorry too, sorry to myself. If I hadn't surprised her that night, everything would have been fine."

She said, "Don't be silly, it's her fault. It's despicable of her to be with another man behind your back. She doesn't deserve such a thoughtful boyfriend like you! Luckily you found out early, otherwise it would have been even worse."

I said, "If I were good, she wouldn't have gone to someone else. It's because I'm poor, because I'm useless."

She said, "How could that be? You're only thirty, already a manager at a big company, all thanks to your own abilities. You're very successful."

I said, "But that's not what she said. I didn't leave that night; I waited downstairs for over four hours."

She said, "Oh dear... you... aren't you just making yourself suffer more? Why don't you..." "Go away, what if we wait for them?!"

I said, "Maybe I just want to know the truth. Anyway, around midnight, the man in his pajamas brought her downstairs. They were still reluctant to part, and my girlfriend's makeup was all ruined. She then took the initiative to give him a passionate kiss. I went up to her and they were terrified. I asked her who the man was. She was initially panicked, but later she became angry and scolded me for following her. The man pushed me away and said he was her boss. I was already heartbroken, but I grabbed my girlfriend's hand and asked her to come with me.

Of course, she refused. The man even told her to stay overnight and not leave. They went back upstairs, and I continued to ask her "why." Before she left, she said I was narrow-minded, spineless, and a useless little man, and that she wanted to break up with me. Emma

didn't answer until I finished writing. Then I asked, "Am I narrow-minded?!"

She replied, "How could you! Didn't you say that person was just angry out of embarrassment? That kind of person isn't worth your love. Think about it, that man knows she has a boyfriend. If they get together, do you think he'll feel at ease? Will he have genuine feelings for such a cold-hearted person?"

I said, "You're right."

She continued, "Besides... I treated you so badly before, and you..."

Then she stopped typing. I guessed she was crying.

Luckily, I still had her number in my phone, so I called her. She answered after a while.

"Hello~~~ Yi Yi~~~ Is this Jack?!"

Hearing her voice for the first time in so many years, I remembered that her voice was slightly deep, but still gentle even when she was crying. I said, "Don't cry, I haven't even cried myself yet."

She suddenly burst into laughter through her tears, saying, "Your voice is so strange, hahaha, it's been so long since I heard your voice, and now I remember what you look like."

I said, "Yeah, we've been texting for so long, and finally we're talking. It feels weird, like I don't know what to say, hahaha."

She said, "It is a little strange, but it feels really good. Hearing your voice reminds me of that young man from back then, very different from the person I've been texting with these past few days, but... it's the same person... it's very interesting."

I said, "Thank you, sister ." "Listen to me... no... after all this, I feel a bit better."

She said, "Don't call me 'sister' anymore, I'm not your boss anymore."

I said, "It's hard to change a habit, besides, you know I respect you a lot."

When she heard me say "respect," she made a strange sound, but immediately said, "I don't deserve your respect at all. I've always wanted to tell you about that..."

I interrupted, "Sister, don't say anymore, it's all in the past... Oh, by the way, are you tired?!"

She suddenly became excited and said, "Not tired! What do you want?!"

Her reaction proved that I was closer to my goal, but I said, "Nothing... I need to finish this work in half an hour, then I'll call you when I get home, okay?"

Did she really want me to have other suggestions? But her voice clearly betrayed disappointment: "Oh... okay... okay." She thought for a moment, perhaps realizing this was more appropriate, and then cheered up, saying, "Then, don't rush. After you finish work and buy dinner, call me slowly when you get home. I don't go to bed early, so I can wait for you."

I left the company and went home, but as she suggested, I deliberately didn't call her right away. By the time I finished dinner, showered, changed, and went to bed, it was already past eleven. Making her wait made her even more anxious.

It was almost time, so I called her. She answered after only two rings, clearly looking forward to seeing me! The best part of my plan was the distance; it would make her fantasize and naturally find me attractive.

We started by talking about girlfriends, and gradually the conversation drifted to all sorts of things. It turned out she'd only been single for six months. Her boyfriend was a married man in his fifties, the owner of an advertising company. They got together to find business, but when the business ended, the relationship ended too.

Apparently, he didn't like her being overweight, so she tried her best to lose weight. He disliked her dark skin, so she went to Korea for skin whitening treatments and spent all her time hiding from the sun at work or home. In the months since the breakup, she'd tried to find a boyfriend, but at her age, it was rare to find someone. Married men wouldn't date someone her age, and unmarried men were either undesirable or too young, so she gave up and decided to focus on work.

We talked until after 3 a.m., and before we knew it, she'd fallen asleep, so I had to hang up.

Then, my plan entered another phase. We talked on the phone almost every day, once in the morning, once at noon, and once in the evening, for over two months.

During this time, she would occasionally hint at wanting us to meet, but she wouldn't explicitly say so, so I pretended not to notice. Perhaps she wasn't clear about what our relationship was either, and she was afraid that I didn't actually feel that way. Coupled with her low self-esteem, she became increasingly confused and gradually neglected her work.

Although I also began to think that she was actually a good person, and we got along very well, I always reminded myself of the reasons for everything I had done, especially since I was about to achieve my goal. I couldn't be soft-hearted, or all my previous efforts would be wasted.

The arrival of February was a godsend, the time for revenge.

That night, we talked late into the night in our respective beds, and I suddenly asked:

"Sister, are you free this Friday night?!"

The word "Friday" shocked her. She stammered, "Friday?! Is that the 14th?!"

I said, "Yes, do you have plans?!"

She laughed and said, "Silly, why would I have plans? You still don't know? Have you ever heard me say I have a date? Hahahaha!"

I said, "I just thought that in the past two months, you've become my best friend, but we've always been hiding behind the phone. We should meet up!"

She laughed excitedly and said, "I've often thought that too, but you don't seem very interested in going out with me! Hahahaha, I'm not a monster, don't be afraid, hahaha..." "Hahaha."

I laughed and said, "So, where should we go?!"

She said, "Hmm... that day... do you really want to go out that day?! There will be so many people..."

I pretended to be clueless and said, "That day?! Oh dear, there are so many people everywhere in Hong Kong now, let's find a place where there aren't so many people, ah~ how about going to the Peak?!"

She stammered, "We still... we still want to go to the Peak?! Jack, are you sure?!"

I replied, "Okay~ I haven't been to the Peak in a long, long time, and the view from the bottom at night is beautiful! Let's both get off work early and meet at Café Deco at 7:30, okay?!"

This made her even more confused, but I deliberately didn't explain much, and she was too embarrassed to ask for clarification. In the following days, although we kept talking on the phone, whenever she mentioned this matter, I would lightly brush it off and change the subject.

On Thursday evening, during our conversation, I deliberately said,

"Tomorrow night is our first meeting in years, so let me dress smartly so I won't embarrass you." Of course, I was being sarcastic, but she'd become very gentle lately, saying,

"How could I, Jack, you can do whatever you want. I'm just really eager for us to meet. It's strange, we know each other, we've met before, so why am I so excited? Hahaha."

Before hanging up, I mentioned I had a full-day meeting tomorrow and might not be able to talk until we met in the evening, and she didn't seem to notice anything amiss.

At 7:30 pm, I arrived at Café Deco on the hilltop on time, but deliberately didn't go inside. I looked up from the small path beside the hill at my reserved window seat and finally saw Emma. From this angle, I saw she was wearing a red mini-skirt, a white tank top, and white high heels—clearly, she had dressed up carefully. Did she choose not to wear a dress because she had to go to work in the morning, didn't want to show her eagerness too obviously, or was she insecure about her appearance and figure? I couldn't quite figure it out at first, but looking up at her thighs and a glimpse of what lay beneath her skirt, I noticed she had lost a significant amount of weight, and her skin had become very fair.

She had her fleshy legs crossed, unable to conceal her figure; although she was much thinner than before, her plump thighs clearly indicated she was a mature woman. The short skirt tightly hugged her mature hips, and the lines of her underwear were clearly visible beneath. She possessed the characteristics of a woman who had become thinner with age and being single; the contrast between her plump and slender parts was striking.

Her breasts, buttocks, and inner thighs were similar to when she was heavier, but her shoulders, arms, and calves looked long and slender. Unexpectedly, I found myself somewhat mesmerized by her body, but fearing she would notice, I quickly moved away from her sight.

While I was hiding, I kept thinking. I never imagined that she, so robust and muscular in her youth, would, with age, become so engrossed in her work, neglecting sleep and meals, and lacking a serious boyfriend or husband, causing her anxiety. Ironically, she hadn't achieved the figure a young girl dreamed of. Was it a cruel joke of fate, or just the natural adjustment of an animal's mating instincts? After all, she wasn't young anymore; this might be her last chance to showcase her beauty.

Time ticked by, and I knew she must be anxious, but dared not call me.

At eight o'clock sharp, she finally couldn't resist sending me a text:

"Hey, are you still in a meeting? I'm here, but don't rush, take your time, I'll wait for you."

I saw it all, but deliberately didn't reply. I simply sat down at a McDonald's in the mall, drinking a soda. From there, I could see her seat from a distance, separated by several glass walls. Although the distance was quite far, I could vaguely see that her hair had grown quite long, quite different from her previous tomboyish appearance. Even from this distance, her posture and movements revealed her to be a truly dignified and mature woman.

Seeing her anxious expression, my years of resentment towards her finally eased slightly. I stood up, left McDonald's, took out my phone to shield my face, and sneaked back to the side entrance of Café Deco. After taking a few photos through the glass, I quickly left.

On the cable car down the mountain, I felt strange. I had clearly achieved my goal. If I just waited two more hours, I could text her and give her a good scolding—wouldn't that be a good way to vent?! But seeing all the couples in the cable car, and the thought of going home alone on Valentine's Day, I felt a pang of longing. For some reason, my mind kept wandering to her snow-white legs under her bright red miniskirt. It seemed I'd have to think about her and vent my frustrations when I got home.

Arriving in Admiralty, the streets were filled with long-legged beauties, some holding flowers, some hugging plush toys, or embracing their boyfriends. I couldn't help but think, isn't there a ripe, lustful beauty waiting for me to enjoy her right now? Am I being clever or foolish?!

It was already 9 PM when I got home to Quarry Bay. I was seething with anger and couldn't help but call Emma:

"Hey... I'm sorry... are you still on the Peak?!"

A silent voice came from the other end. She seemed very disappointed and disheartened. She said, somewhat angrily, "Ugh... I've been waiting so long, the waiters kept coming to ask if I could order. I just paid the bill, and now I'm standing on the path by the mountain... Did you just get off work?"

I knew she had suffered, and I felt a surge of relief, but I continued to feign pitifulness, saying, "Yes... I just finished a meeting... I'm so sorry, you must be feeling terrible, right?"

Unexpectedly, she started crying. I suddenly felt that my revenge plan had gone too far. Just as I was about to make up some explanation, she cried and said, "You...you weren't actually at the company tonight. You were just teasing me, weren't

you? You've been nice to me all this time just to mess with me, to get revenge, right?" She had seen through me, and I didn't know how to react. I said, "Huh?! How...how could that be? Why...why would you think that...I...of course not! Hurry up and take a taxi downstairs. I'll be waiting for you at the new room in Taikoo Place, okay?!"

When she heard me say that we should meet, she seemed to calm down and said, "Really?? You really still want to meet?"

I looked at my watch. It was only nine o'clock. I was feeling down, so I said, "Of course! Hurry up and come!!"

After saying that, I hung up and immediately went downstairs. Fortunately, Taikoo Place wasn't far from here. It was quite cool at the time, so I walked there slowly. Of course, to cover up my lie, I also put on my office clothes and leather shoes.

Arriving at the newsroom, I was fortunate to find some customers had already left, as the restaurant was packed for Valentine's Day. I managed to find a secluded two-person table. Less than five minutes later, the clatter of Emma's red mini-skirt heels filled the air, and there stood my long-lost "enemy."

She looked at me, her expression shifting from tense and awkward to a smile, showing no trace of her previous tears. She spoke confidently, as if nothing had happened.

Emma said, "Jack, you're much more mature than before, but you haven't changed much; you're still as handsome as ever." She then sat down.

Up close, however, I noticed a significant difference in her appearance. "Sister," I said, "you've changed a lot. You're not like you used to be at all." I feigned disappointment as I spoke.

She froze, hurriedly fiddling with her long hair, her expression tense again. I suddenly smiled and said, "...You're much prettier than before! Your hair is longer, you've lost weight, and your skin is whiter. Wow, you really are a beauty."

She knew I was teasing her and immediately laughed, saying, "How could that be? You're just teasing me to make amends, aren't you?"

I said seriously, "Oh, sister, really, I'm so sorry. I made you wait for nothing, and the people in the restaurant gave me the cold shoulder. I'm really sorry."

The atmosphere was great, and her mood improved. We chatted about this and that, and finished the whole bottle of red wine I had ordered. Seeing her fair complexion with a rosy glow, I couldn't help but steal a glance at her snow-white thighs beneath her short skirt, now tinged with a pale pink. She noticed, and, slightly tipsy, said,

"Hmm...you weren't always this lecherous, peeking at my thighs?!"

I retorted, not to be outdone, "Hahaha, I've always been a pervert. If you were as beautiful as you are now, I would definitely... oh dear...I've had too much to drink, sorry, sister, I was talking nonsense."

Emma became even more flirtatious, saying, "Why do you always call me 'older sister'? I'm not some old lady, and besides, I was only your boss for a short time, right? Even if you were lewd with me, it didn't mean you wronged me. Men... are supposed to be lewd with women!"

I was already aroused, but I continued playing this game, saying, "I have great respect for you, older sister. Even after what you did to me before, I still have great respect for you."

Hearing this, she felt guilty and became even more passionate, taking off her suit jacket to reveal a white tank top, her large breasts fully exposed, her cleft between her breasts long and deep. She said, "Jack, I've always held a grudge about what happened that year. It hurt you, and I feel terrible. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you..."

I thought to myself, if you could give me a good, hard time, that would make it up to me! Of course, I didn't say that. I replied, "Being friends with you like this is enough."

Her expression turned sour. I knew she hadn't been with a guy in a long time, and her desire was burning. Valentine's Day and other holidays like this made her even more irrational.

We talked for a long time afterward. She repeatedly hinted that she was single, and that we clicked. She even said that we were no longer boss and subordinate. But I kept calling her "sister" and treating her with the utmost respect.

Gradually, I steered the conversation towards work. She sincerely congratulated me on my promotion and gave me a lot of market information. After all, she was an assistant director, and her access to information was at a different level. As we talked, she spoke to me in a senior's tone, and for some reason, I felt quite pleased. I felt a strong urge towards this mature and sexy senior.

Emma suddenly asked, "Hey? Your company is in the building across the street, right? I remember having a meeting here a few years ago."

I replied, "Yeah~ Do you want to come up and take a look? I've moved into a room, although it's a tiny, cramped one, but at least I have a place to sit. The company rented an extra floor in recent years to create more rooms, and besides, the director position in my department has been vacant lately, so I'm lucky."

She excitedly said, "Really?! I don't have a room either! Looks like SmarTone's benefits aren't as good as PCCW's! I definitely have to come and visit!!"

So we immediately paid the bill, crossed the street, went to the elevator floor, showed our employee IDs to the security guard, and went upstairs. At that moment, I said,

"Don't get your hopes up too high. I told you it's a tiny room, and it's near the remote break room."

After passing through several security guard doors with electric locks, the company was empty. I turned on all the lights, turned left and right, and arrived at the small room. My name was on the locked door. She was very happy to see it and said:

"Amazing~"

After opening the door, there was a small room of about sixty feet. With just a desk, there was only enough space for a couple of small chairs opposite for meetings. Emma tried to look out the window, but could only see a gap between two buildings; there was no night view at all. I watched her, shrugged, and stretched my tongue, indicating I had no complaints.

I sat down at my desk and tidied up the clutter. As she walked past the desk by the window, because the room was so narrow, her tight-fitting short skirt was pressed against the edge of the desk, revealing the crease of her underwear. I couldn't help but stare. After she passed the entire desk, her buttocks landed on it, bouncing up and down inside her skirt. Although I didn't see under Emma's skirt directly, I could clearly see the shape of her large buttocks, and I immediately felt a slight reaction in the back of my head and lower body.

Fortunately, she had her back to me and couldn't see my lewd gaze. By the time she sat in the guest chair in front of my desk, I had returned to a normal expression. I remember thinking to myself at that moment, "How could I be sexually attracted to this person? She's clearly a nasty, dark-skinned tomboy. Maybe I haven't been with a woman in so long, and I'm just out of my mind?!"

But when she took off her suit jacket because the office wasn't air-conditioned, her body odor filled the small room. And when I looked at her snow-white skin illuminated by the fluorescent lights, and her half-breasts, slightly damp with sweat, swaying gently, I completely forgot how ugly she used to be. On the contrary, her transformation made me want to possess her even more.

Perhaps noticing my expression, she asked, "Jack, are you alright? Why is your face all red?!"

I didn't know how to answer, only feeling my lower body gradually hardening from her pungent feminine scent. I could only utter the first thought that came to mind:

"Ah~ nothing, it's just... being with you in the office made me think about our past working days~"

She happily replied, "I really didn't expect we'd have a chance to meet again. Honestly, even though I treated you like that before, you didn't hold it against me. You're really magnanimous. If it were me, I probably couldn't have done that..."

What happened next, I only vaguely remember. Perhaps because I'd drunk quite a bit of red wine, perhaps because my senses of sight and smell were stimulated, or perhaps because I still harbored resentment, when she brought it up again, I suddenly stood up, stepped over the table to her, leaned against the edge, closed my eyes, swallowed, and said:

"Sister, actually I'm not that generous. I've always hated you too..."

When she saw me say this, her smile turned into tension. Of course, she was caught off guard. But I continued,

"...You guessed right before. I originally planned to tease you tonight. I actually went up to the mountaintop early and was watching your expectant expression from afar..."

Her expression turned tense and angry, but also sad, and her eyes were already a little teary.

"...I originally planned never to contact you again, so you'd never know what happened."

I paused here. Her lips trembled slightly, a tear rolled down her cheek. After a moment of silence, she asked,

"Then why did you call me again? Why did you ask me to come downstairs? And why were you acting all nice to me like nothing happened?"

I couldn't tell if I'd suddenly become drunk or suddenly sober. After telling the truth, I felt relieved and had no need to hold anything back, so I said, "I don't know if it's because I couldn't bear it, or..."

She gently wiped away her tears, her expression calming down. After all, Emma was a strong woman with plenty of experience in relationships. She picked up her coat, stood up, and said coldly and disdainfully:

"Then why did you tell the truth?!"

I replied, "It was you who brought that up again. I think you know how much I care. Your selfish actions almost destroyed my career. It's understandable that you feel guilty. Do you know how much effort I put in? I had to work many times harder than others to get back to this position, the position that should have belonged to me three years ago!" As I spoke, my tone became increasingly harsh. She was stunned by my scolding. Her expression was no longer contemptuous. She bit her lower lip, fighting back tears, and said,

"Yeah...yes, I deserved it. I wronged you first. I have nothing to say about your revenge. Compared to that, this insult is nothing. Besides, I actually enjoyed that fake friendship...Okay, you've taken your revenge. We're even now. Can I leave?"

She spoke defiantly, deliberately standing right in front of me, almost nose to nose, as she spoke.

We stood there, our eyes locked. Her eyes held a mixture of anger and shame, while my eyes were only for her.

Suddenly, I pulled her into my arms. My heart raced as I touched her hot, soft skin, and I kissed her. Emma was startled and tried to back away, but I held her tightly, forcing her to keep her lips closed as I kissed her.

I tried several times to slip my tongue into her mouth, but without success. Perhaps she was focused on keeping her lips on mine, and her body couldn't react in time. I lifted her up and placed her on the desk.

I caressed her fair, rosy thighs. Those mature, womanly thighs were soft and sensual; I could finally touch those legs that had tempted me all night, and my lower body immediately became aroused.

Seeing me busy caressing her thighs, she immediately pushed me away. She was quite strong, and I struggled to hold her off. She punched my shoulder several times, but I endured it. As she struggled, she opened her back to gasp for air. I suddenly placed my hands on her face, pulling her close, and my tongue entered her mouth, kissing her.

Her hands continued to strike my back, but I gently caressed her cheeks, kissing her while searching for her tongue with mine. With her lips captured and my gentle touch, she stopped flailing her fists, her hands only gripping my shoulders, trying to push me away.

By this time, my lower body was already pressed against her legs; her short skirt had been pulled open, and she could feel my arousal.

In the silent office, only the sounds of our struggles could be heard, but because our lips were pressed together, all that came out were "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh ugh~~~".

I continued kissing, and clearly, after the initial shock, Emma gradually relaxed. By this point, her hands were only pretending to push me away, not actually exerting any force, and her tongue began to move freely, even swirling with mine a few times.

Two adults, after so many truths and lies, so much physical struggle, ultimately couldn't compare to the subtle movements of the tongue. The instant her tongue gently intertwined with mine, nothing more needed to be said, and her hands and feet ceased their resistance.

Was this the outcome she had always desired that night, or was she exhausted from struggling and accepting it, or was her reason unable to resist the body's aroused desire? The answer no longer mattered; at that moment, we both reached a primal consensus.

Her tongue swirled more and more intensely, her hands taking the initiative to wrap around the back of my neck, her eyes closed, each kiss deep, as if she wanted to drink my saliva. I placed my hand on her hip, pulling her closer to me. She didn't resist as before, actively cooperating, her black panties peeking out from under her short skirt, generously letting me admire them.

Our kiss grew more and more passionate, and as we kissed, she played with my hair. I hadn't expected Emma's saliva to be so sweet; was I aroused, or were we sexually compatible? She seemed to enjoy my saliva, and we wouldn't separate until we were almost out of breath after each kiss. Even when we separated to catch our breath, she would press her nose against mine without saying a word, as if afraid that speaking would

lead to misunderstandings; her body, however, didn't lie. We kissed passionately for a while, until we were both burning up, and I released her and took a step back. The mature woman before me had eyes full of desire, her lips without a smile, but with a certainty—a certainty of anticipation for what was to come. I had never seen Emma like this before. I took another step back so I could see her completely.

With the distance between us, compared to our struggle a moment earlier, it was clear that she could leave on her own. But our eyes met, and without a word, we both knew the other was ready to go. At this moment, she was willingly staying.

I saw her eyes squinting, her head tilted slightly forward, her chest thrust out, her large breasts almost bursting out of her tank top. But the beauty lay in her lower body. She sat on my desk, her fiery red miniskirt already pulled up, revealing her mature, plump, snow-white thighs and sexy black panties.

Seeing my gaze fixed on her legs, she moved back, lifting them up. Her long, slender legs were encased in white open-toed high heels. She spread her legs wide, the heels pressing against the edge of the desk. Before me was a living, breathing adult film cover!

What excited me even more, besides this pose and outfit that could captivate any man, was that I never expected this female boss, who used to yell at and berate me, this mature woman seven years my senior, to be half-naked on my own desk, posing provocatively and flaunting her sexuality!

I slowly turned and closed the door, locking it. The click of the lock made her shudder, and I felt the same way. My desire suddenly intensified, because at that moment, the whole world suddenly consisted only of the two of us.

When I turned around, Emma deliberately pulled up and took off her white tank top in front of me, revealing a white lace bra. This spontaneous action reinforced her declaration and, in my eyes, had a provocative effect. Since she had already expressed her feelings, I decided to slowly admire her body.

I stood between her thighs, embracing her body. She was trembling all over. I pressed my face against her breasts, and she let out a soft "Ahhhhh," a sound of pleasure.

Emma's breasts were large and round, a testament to her plumpness during puberty, but I hadn't expected Korean skin whitening to be so effective. Those soft flesh were truly snow-white and smooth, making me want to touch them.

I gently rubbed her breasts with both hands, gradually increasing the pressure. I wanted to make sure she hadn't had sex in over two years, and although I was already quite aroused, I didn't want to scare the beauty away.

I pressed my breasts against her through her bra, and she gradually began to moan: "Ugh... Ugh... Oh... Ah..."

We had been holding back our words, but her moans broke the silence.

My heart was itching, so I pulled up my bra, revealing a large expanse of areola and hardened nipples. Her areolas were light brown, which I liked, so I licked them in circles with my tongue, occasionally sucking on the nipples. She was so sensitive, constantly moaning, the itchy yet pleasurable sensation making her

both

resist and welcome. When I was servicing one of her breasts, she would pinch the other nipple with her fingers to relieve the itch. "Ah ...

The mature woman, who hadn't been with anyone for a long time, was particularly sensitive in her genitals. My random movements and sniffing made her scream with ticklishness: "Wow!!!"

Until that moment, neither of us dared to speak, but I was driven by passion and couldn't help but say while pulling down her panties:

"Sister~~~ I want to lick your labia, is that okay?! You... smell so good!!"

She had already been gently pulling at her panties, and hearing me speak, she was delighted and replied: "Oh~~~ Jack~ do whatever you want, it's my fault for being so unfair... do whatever you want!! Tonight... is yours, consider it compensation... Oh!!!!!!!!!"

Her screams were caused by me sticking my tongue inside her lips. Her lewd words were exactly what I wanted, so I repaid her with action. I gently rubbed her clitoris with my fingers while teasing her labia with my tongue, licking rhythmically with each stroke, causing her to moan intensely:

"Ahhhhhh!! Ahhhhhh!! Ahhhhhh!! Ugh!!!"

The mature woman, long deprived of pleasure, released streams of white fluid after my relentless service. I took some in my hand, raised my head, and said to Emma, "Sister, look! You're soaking wet. This is your vaginal fluid, it tastes delicious..." As I spoke, I put it in my mouth and ate it.

She saw it, her thighs twitched, and she said with a ticklish feeling, "That's dirty~~ No~~~ Ah Jack... I've already..."

I continued eating with relish, saying, "Sister... Actually, I didn't mention it earlier... I came back to find you because I realized I've unknowingly fallen for you... I love everything about you, licking... it's delicious..."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, she suddenly sat up and kissed me. Even though she had swallowed a lot of my own fluids, she didn't mind. Her face was full of lust, and she was even more proactive than before, saying, "Come... let me serve you..."

Seeing that she was different from her earlier confusion, her eyes were full of love at this moment. It must be because women are naturally inclined to love with their ears. Emma wanted to switch positions with me. I leaned against the desk, and she squatted between my legs. From this angle, I could clearly see the spring scenery under her skirt. Although I had seen everything before, a mature woman wearing a short skirt and posing in such an obscene way was always tempting!

She unzipped my pants and carefully took out my already erect penis. I noticed her gaze slightly averted; you know, a mature woman who is still shy about that area is the best. They've reached an age where they're aware of their own sexual needs, no longer afraid to try different things, but without being too proactive or appearing overly eager.

Sure enough, that shy look vanished in an instant, replaced by a look of desire. Emma stared at the hard glans, and even sniffed it first. "Mmm..." she moaned from the bottom of her heart with her eyes closed, and whispered, "Mmm... the smell of a man... it's been so long... Oh... I like it..."

Without another word, she opened her mouth and took the entire penis into her mouth. The sudden warmth brought me to a blissful paradise, and

I cried out, "Ah ...

"Mmm~mmm~mmm~mmm~mmm~mmm~mmm~mmm~mmm~mmm~" The wet sounds were so erotic in the quiet office. I looked down and saw my former boss, who no longer had the authority she once had, kneeling between my legs, obscenely serving me. I was so satisfied! I couldn't tell if her desperate expression was to please me or to enjoy a real man's treasure. Maybe it was both!

Gradually, the pleasure intensified. I gripped the edge of the table with both hands, arched my neck, and my waist involuntarily rose higher. This probably meant I was penetrating even deeper. She made a slight gagging sound, but then exclaimed in surprise, "Mmm~mmm~lick~oh!!!!"

She released her grip and said, "Jack!...your penis...is so long!! It's killing me~~~"

Even so, she immediately became completely focused on licking the glans and every part of the shaft, as wanton as a bitch.

Although I was enjoying myself immensely, my mind was still preoccupied with the mature woman's beautiful vulva. I gently pulled her up and said, "Sister... I want to eat your vulva again..."

Seeing her lips wet, cheeks flushed, and eyes glazed over, she said, "No... it's dirty there... I haven't washed all day... it stinks!!!"

I ignored her and pushed her against the office wall. She pressed her hands down, her mind already set on fulfilling all my requests, and she even slightly raised her round, mature buttocks. I pulled up her short skirt and pressed my entire thigh against her panties, only to find they were already soaked. I exclaimed, "Wow!!! Sister, your panties are completely soaked!!!"

She lowered her head, writhing and moaning, "Oh... don't say anymore... I'm already..."

My nose was completely wet, and I inhaled deeply. Her scent, after being teased, became even stronger—a mixture of urine, fishiness, and a hint of salty musk, driving me wild. I automatically stuck out my tongue and started licking.

Stimulated there, she immediately cried out, "Ahhh! Oh... oh... don't... don't lick there... ahhh... yes, yes... in the middle... ahhh!!!!"

I simply pulled down her panties, hooked them on her high heels, and looked between her thighs. Her juices were already flowing down. She turned to look at me, and seeing me fiddling with my penis while eagerly licking my labia, she immediately blushed again.

And so I devoured her without any restraint. Her flow increased, the white fluid thickening, yet I ate with undiminished gusto, my mouth brimming with it. As she looked down at me, I deliberately opened my mouth to show her my mouth full of her secretions. She immediately put her pinky finger in her mouth and bit it, her lower body suddenly twitching twice, releasing a little more fluid onto my tongue. She cried out,

"Oh!!!! Don't eat anymore... You're making me... so excited... so horny... What should I do?!!!"

I stood up, pulled down my pants and underwear, smeared some of the fluid on her labia, and then applied it to my penis as lubricant. She watched the whole thing, and seeing her fluid on my genitals, she bit her lip tightly, her eyes growing anxious, and whispered, "...Does it feel good... there?!!!"

I pressed her down, whispering in her ear

, "...Oh...it feels so good...but if...it could really penetrate, it would be even better!!! Don't you agree

? ...Sister~ ...

I caressed her plump buttocks with my hands, then kissed her neck, gradually moving closer until she was half-naked against the wall. I gently teased her secret opening with my fingers, rubbing them against her tightly closed labia. Her reaction was even stronger than before; she jumped, biting her lips even tighter.

My fingers, however, were easily covered in the fluid. I said, "Ahhhhhh, it's okay, your juices have already made me feel great!!" As I spoke, I smeared it on my penis.

With each thrust, I deliberately pressed against her buttocks, gradually increasing the pace, and I cried out more wildly, "Mmm!! Mmm!! Mmm!! Mmm!! Mmm!! Oh~~~ Ahhh~~~ Ugh!!!!"

With me thrusting like that, within minutes, even though her back was turned, her ears were already blood red as she hoarsely said, "Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ I can't take it anymore... Okay... Baby... I want it... Do you have a condom??"

I suddenly realized, "Oh no!! Oh no... I don't have one? How could I possibly have one in the office?!"

She turned to look at me, her eyes already red, and a tear rolled down her cheek as she said, "Oh!!! You... What should I do??!! I can't take it anymore~~~~~ Are you just teasing me?!"

I didn't actually think that; my primal instinct to mate overwhelmed me, but for a moment, the best way to get revenge flashed through my mind...

I replied, "Oh...oh...how could that be?! My dear sister...you have no idea how much I want to penetrate your cunt right now..."

She let out a muffled moan, her lower body trembling, and said, "Oh...no...don't say that..."

I continued, "But...it really is...I'm so hard and swollen...if I could...oh...how beautiful this place is...to fill your little hole...fill it completely...how wonderful!!!"

She almost went crazy. She naturally squeezed her thighs together, as if she needed to urinate urgently, and cried out, "I...I beg you, please stop talking...okay? At most...I'll give you oral sex, okay? Baby..."

But I teased her even more fiercely, saying, "...But...if you're going to urinate, urinate inside me...shoot all your hot, wet cum into your vagina...it will feel amazing!!!"

When she heard me say this, she was almost out of her mind, shaking her head, but her buttocks involuntarily arched higher and higher, revealing the juice flowing between her labia.

We were both drenched in sweat. Holding my penis, I said, "Oh...oh...sister...can I just lightly press it against your lips?...The contact...is already so pleasurable...I won't penetrate...is that okay?"

She was already burning with desire. Though she hesitated, after a moment's thought, she nodded and said, "...um...just touching..."

I then extended my glans, and the moment it touched her moist lips, we both cried out simultaneously, "Oh...oh..."

Without hesitation, I rubbed it up and down a few times, and my glans... Thick, fleshy lips gently enveloped her, increasing the contact area and intensifying the pleasure. Emma trembled incessantly, moaning, "

Ohh ... The words "you and me" seemed to mesmerize her. She wouldn't let me stop, but said, "Oh... don't say anymore... baby... let's do it together? Oh... ah..." Knowing it was a woman's natural instinct, I rubbed harder, saying, "Oh... oh... it feels good, doesn't it, sister... I'm a man... you're a woman... these organs... should be together... don't you want to?!" By this point, we had been half-naked and entangled for half an hour, fueled by alcohol, both of us were drenched in sweat. No dignified person could hide their feelings any longer. She said, "Ah... ah... how could I not want to?! I'm burning up... do you know how long it's been since I've been fucked hard?!" By this point, she was very wet, and my glans was completely covered in semen. I said, "Oh!! Oh... I can fuck you hard now, ah..." "Sister... Just say the word... and I can take you to paradise... and fuck you until you lose your mind... okay... okay... slutty sister?!!!!" I didn't expect her to answer, but instead she lowered her head, biting her finger, and rubbed her clitoris with her other hand, but it didn't seem to stop the itch. So she swayed her buttocks wantonly, looked back at me, her watery eyes were very confused, unlike her usual self. She opened her mouth, biting her lip, stuck out her tongue and rolled it around, revealing a lustful expression, and said: "Oh~~ Oh~~ Jack ah~~ I really can't take it anymore, I don't care about anything... you... come in!!!!" Hearing her say this, I already wanted to immediately penetrate and have some fun, but the Emma in front of me had already become a different person. Seeing her sexy and alluring snow-white perfect mature woman's body, her naked lower body and the swaying buttocks in a courtship manner, she was the most beautiful person in the world at this moment. I wanted to prolong the pleasure to its peak, so I said, "What?! Beautiful sister~~~ What did you say?? I can't hear you!! Heh...heh..." Her impatient expression was even more alluring, but she seemed to have broken through her psychological barrier, and spoke without restraint: "Ah~~ Come in... My cunt can't take it anymore, Jack, use your penis to thrust hard into your sister's inside~~~" The mature Emma, although not very sexually active, understood the pleasure of sex and knew that I liked the sense of accomplishment of having sex with my boss, so she echoed her with obscene words. I couldn't hold back any longer; my penis was terribly swollen and red. But with my last bit of strength , I said, "Heh heh heh, sister, but I don't have a condom... Aren't you afraid of doing this naked?" She couldn't take it anymore and suddenly leaned back, saying, "Ah... ah... I don't care about anything anymore, I want you to fill me up... Ohh ... I was finally inside her. This boss, whom I had always loathed, was now mine. I had completely conquered her most private place, and I was going to enjoy this moment. After pausing for a moment to savor her body, I gently slapped her ripe buttocks with both hands, saying, "Oh~~~ You're finally mine... Does it feel good, sister? Do you like me fucking you?!" She was brought back to her senses by my slapping, but this position was clearly patriarchal. However, she seemed to enjoy being possessed by me, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Oh~~ It feels so good!! Your sister loves being fucked by you... Jack... move faster, I beg you... fuck me hard..." I thought she must be incredibly itchy down there to say such absurd and lewd things, but hearing it made me energetic and determined to serve her well.

I slowly began to thrust in and out, each stroke reaching deep into her cervix, finally bringing her physical satisfaction. She had been holding back all night, and now she released a muffled, lewd moan: "Mmm!!!!!!!!! Oh!!!!!!!!!!"

Her head was turned away from me, her hands pressed against the wall, her hair swaying and her head moving back and forth with each thrust. Once she got my rhythm, she deliberately slammed her hips against me, making each thrust even deeper. I almost lost control, yelling, "Wow~~ Wow~~ You... Oh!!!!!!!!!!"

To avoid premature ejaculation, I abandoned the slow, deep method and switched to a quick, light-puff approach, each thrust hard but faster and faster. She seemed to be enjoying it immensely, becoming even more excited, her whole body shaking violently, occasionally turning her head to look at her genitals being penetrated by me.

Her eyebrows arched upwards, her eyes narrowed, as if in both pleasure and pain, yet a lewd smile played on her lips, fueling my lust even more. After a few moments of intense passion, she became aroused, her breathing rapid, her cries growing louder and louder: "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!!!!!!!!!!" As

she screamed, her lower body contracted, indicating an impending orgasm. I was also close to ejaculating, so I immediately stopped and turned her around. She was nearly at her climax, completely dazed, wanting my wet kisses while pulling at my penis, wanting me to penetrate her again.

I pushed the things on the table aside and placed her bare, slippery buttocks on top of me. She cooperated, spreading her legs to reveal her hairy genitals, inviting me to enter. Being

face-to-face aroused us both even more, and I couldn't resist entering her immediately. This position allowed for closer contact and deeper penetration; we could both feel each other's body heat and smell each other's mating scent. I kept thrusting into her forcefully, and she screamed wildly, "Ahhh!! Ahhh!! Ahhh!! Ahhh!! Ahhh!! Ahhh!! Good!!! Good!!! Good!!! Good!!! Harder~ Harder~ Ohhh!!!!!!!!!"

We kissed and thrust, and she licked her saliva on my nose with her tongue. Her taste drove me crazy. Then she took off her upper body and let her huge breasts sway freely!

Her scent was like the most primal aphrodisiac, filling me with boundless energy. I did my utmost to satisfy this mature woman who hadn't been with her in a long time, thrusting wildly for her pleasure. I hadn't expected her to give me such intense sensations, so I growled, "Oh!! Oh!! Oh!! Oh!! Oh!! Oh!! Sister~~~ You're so~~~ so tight and wet~~~ So good to fuck you!!!!"

Her plump, soft thighs tightened even more, her eyes rolled back, and she let loose her moans, completely immersed in the sea of desire, whimpering sweetly, "Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!!" Yeah! ! ! Ah! ! ! Ah! ! ! I don’t agree! ! ! Good husband~~~If you thrust harder~~~I belong to you! ! ! This. ．． It feels~~~so good! ! ! I want you to do it every night~~~Fuck

me every night~~~Fuck you every night~~~Old boy! ! ! ! ! ! "The mature beauty suddenly called me "husband". Surprisingly, I didn't resist at all. On the contrary, I loved her even more. I immediately hugged her tightly and kissed her wetly. She was more fierce than before, rolling her tongue vigorously, tasting all my saliva, and her face was full of enjoyment. I felt that my lower body could no longer hold back, but seeing her breathing getting faster and faster, I didn't want her climax to stop, so I had to continue to speed up.

Her screams became more intense: "Ahhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I thrust relentlessly into the perfect mature woman's body, her body writhing and grinding wildly with burning desire. My decision was simple: I closed my eyes and became completely absorbed! Emma, lost in primal female pleasure, suddenly awoke, exclaiming, "Ah ... " Ohh ... The mature beauty, as if still afraid it wasn't enough to make me ejaculate completely, cried out, "Oh my!! Oh my!!! Go on, husband!!! Get me pregnant!!!! I want your hot semen!!!! Shoot it all inside me... Ah my!!! Ah my!!! Fill me up!!!! I want it!!!!!!!!! Ah my!!!!!!!!!" " ..." I couldn't make a sound when I ejaculated for the first time. I held her tightly, leaving just enough space for my lower body to shake wildly. Suddenly, I thrust forward with all my might. After she screamed, I felt streams of hot semen shooting out like urination. She was also brought to orgasm by my final thrust, her eyes rolled back, her lower lip clenched, her thighs convulsing. The moment her body came into contact with the hot semen, she involuntarily convulsed as she shook. Less than two seconds later, just when everyone thought I had stopped, I ejaculated a large amount of semen again. This time, she seemed to regain her senses slightly, nodding repeatedly as she looked at me, encouraging me to ejaculate more into her. We went at it for a good half hour, both of us exhausted, and lay down in each other's arms before I even pulled out. But after a while, my penis slipped out, though it hadn't fully contracted yet. Emma looked at me sleepily; she hadn't done it in a long time, and it was my first time without a condom, so I had no idea what was going to happen next. I got up and looked at her genitals, and she naturally raised her plump legs for me to see. Unexpectedly, a lot of white fluid was flowing from her labia. She reached down and touched it, looking at it with a satisfied yet worried expression. I looked at my own penis and saw that it was also covered in white fluid; I couldn't tell which was mine and which was the mature woman's vaginal fluid. I ran to the other side of the desk and got some tissues for Emma to clean up. From this angle, looking at my half-naked former boss, wearing only a red skirt, wiping her labia, her hair disheveled and her clothes in disarray, she was indescribably alluring. She gradually regained consciousness, picked up her clothes to cover her body, and looked ashamed. I didn't know if it was because she was worried about being penetrated or because she was embarrassed by calling me "husband" during her earlier arousal. I remember at that moment I thought I had finally given her the greatest revenge. It's already an insult for a woman to be deceived, let alone to have sex with a man when she's completely defenseless, and even more so to be penetrated. Just think, if she really was pregnant with my child, wouldn't that be the greatest revenge?! But as we quietly dressed, I didn't feel joy, but rather conflict. I don't know if it was embarrassment or suspicion, but I didn't speak the whole way as I saw her into the taxi, though we did smile at each other. Before she closed the door in the car, I said, "Well... Sister, you should get some rest too... I'll call you when I have time, okay?" She replied, "Okay. Jack, anyway... Sister... had a great Valentine's Day, bye."

The tone of her voice seemed to imply that she knew what happened that night might have been part of my revenge plan, but she didn't mind, after all, she had enjoyed herself.

And so, of course, I didn't contact her again.

The above story was written a year ago, and I posted it on various discussion forums. The reader response was good, so thank you all in advance.

I never expected there would be a sequel a year later. A month ago, I heard from a former colleague that Emma had given birth to a son. At that moment, I was truly overjoyed, overjoyed that my revenge had succeeded, but also worried about the consequences.

I initially didn't plan to contact her, but it's all because electronic communication is so convenient these days. One Saturday night, after having a couple of drinks with an old friend, I accidentally sent her a WhatsApp message on my way home:

"Sister, I heard you just had a baby, congratulations! How are you doing? Just checking in, no need to reply."

She didn't reply, even though I knew she had read it, so I let it go.

I went home and went to sleep immediately, but woke up suddenly at 2 a.m. I checked my phone but there was no reply. Whether it was the alcohol or something else, I sent another text:

"I wanted to call you, but I couldn't figure out my feelings then, so I did this. Is the son mine? Are you single now?"

I waited a long time, but still no reply.

I called her, but it rang twice before going to voicemail; her phone was off. For some reason, I felt even more anxious. Knowing her phone was off, I kept calling until I stared blankly at the '47' next to her number on my phone. I realized I was going crazy; I had called forty-seven times.

I didn't sleep that night.

Then, I remember it was Sunday. I went to the porridge shop early for breakfast, constantly thinking, how come I still don't know where she lives? I tried hard to recall our conversations when we were colleagues, and the times we confided in each other—had she mentioned where she lived?

In the end, I couldn't remember. I got home and tried to chat with her on Facebook, but even though she was online, she didn't reply. I then tried to find clues in her "Updates" feed, looking for GPS landmarks or photos. I narrowed it down to two possibilities: one was the Ju Man Building on Shan Tsuen Road in Happy Valley, and the other was Ying Fu Court on Java Road in North Point.

I randomly chose Happy Valley, since it was closer to her office in Causeway Bay. I arrived at Shan Tsuen Road around 1:30 am and wandered around there. When I got tired, I rested at a nearby coffee shop, and then waited at Ju Man Building for a full six hours. I remember around 7 pm, seeing everyone rushing out for dinner, I finally realized why no one cared or asked about my situation after I had waited there for so long.

Frustrated, I went home, took a shower, and calmed down. I asked myself what I was doing. Why was I in such a hurry to find her? If she didn't want to see me, why be so shameless? Thinking about it again, maybe she's already found a man to settle things with, and now the three of them are living happily together. Besides, that day was just one sexual encounter; how could it be such a coincidence? It's harder than winning the lottery. It seems I was overthinking things.

I thought I'd come to terms with it, but when I opened Facebook, I suspiciously checked her page to see if she'd posted any photos that day, only to find she'd unfriended me.

That moment was truly painful.

I remember that week was incredibly difficult. Every day I dragged my tired body to work, feeling like a zombie. Looking at my desk, I'd think of every move we made that night—her scent, her body. It was all a mistake. Every day after work, I'd go straight home and hide in bed early, but even in my dreams, I was thinking about her and that child.

Finally, on Friday afternoon, I couldn't take it anymore. I thought of a way; I knew I wouldn't die in peace without seeing her. So I called the Hong Kong director at Apple, who was my...

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