Part-time job - Being Santa Claus

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"Phew!" I exhaled, sitting down beside a little girl's bed.

　　It was Christmas Day, and this wasn't my home; I didn't know this little girl.

　　By now, I think you've all guessed who I am—that's right, I'm a thief. Damn it! No, you're the thief, I'm Santa Claus! Although it's just a part-time job.

　　Actually, it was quite a serendipitous encounter. Everyone knows jobs are hard to find this year! One day, I happened to walk past a shop selling something and coincidentally saw a sign urgently seeking an adult with no work experience or education, working eight hours on Christmas night, high pay and great benefits.

　　I was desperate for a job, otherwise, I would never apply for a job that looked like a scam.

　　Entering the shop, it was pitch black, looking like a shady operation.

　　There were only two chairs in the shop, cleaner than those empty shell companies. An old man sat in a chair, but the lighting was too dim, and all I could see was that he didn't look Chinese; he had a large white beard.

　　The old man glanced at me a few times, then said something that surprised me greatly: "Cai Saizhi, 23 years old, unemployed, graduated from Mars Secondary School, 1A5F, excellent character, never breaks a promise, very responsible, but unfortunately has no ambition. Right?"

　　"Uh...yes, how did you know?"

　　"Hehehe!" The old man chuckled a few times. Why did that name sound so familiar? "What we need most for this job is a responsible young man like you who keeps his mouth shut. Since the work only takes one day, eight hours, and is quite easy, I won't give you a high salary, just one thousand Hong Kong dollars, how about that?"

　　Of course, I immediately agreed. The old man didn't ask me for my ID or anything; instead, he gave me half the salary upfront, and I would receive the other half after I finished the work. If I performed well, there would be an extra bonus. As for the job details, he would tell me on the day of the job.

　　At 10:30 PM last night, I entered the pitch-black shop again, but the old man was nowhere to be seen. There was only a table with a bright red suit and a note on it.

　　I looked at the suit; it seemed to be Santa Claus's. I picked up the note, and it contained something that made me laugh.

　　"Young man, actually I am Santa Claus. Today I was supposed to be on Reindeer No. 3, cruising through the snowy night, carrying the dreams of good children. But the day before yesterday, I accidentally strained my back at the skating rink, so I urgently need you to be my replacement.

　　But don't worry, Reindeer No. 3 is equipped with the latest automatic positioning system. You just need to follow the instructions and deliver all the gifts to those good children, and your job will be done."

　　At that moment, I was completely baffled. What had gotten into this old man? He thought he was Santa Claus and used such a ridiculous excuse as a strained back to hire someone as a replacement!

　　I walked out the door, both annoyed and amused, only to find a cool, bronze-colored motorcycle blocking the shop entrance. There was no way out except to step over it. I climbed on, but the moment my backside touched the white seat, a seatbelt, seemingly out of nowhere, strapped me tightly to the motorcycle.

　　I was immediately alarmed and tried to unbuckle the seatbelt, but couldn't find the switch. I looked at the control panel, only to find it incredibly complicated, complete with an electronic screen displaying the Chinese characters "Reindeer No. 3" in bold script.

　　"Reindeer No. 3"? That's the motorcycle the old man was talking about!

　　Damn, could I really have run into it?

　　Looks like I won't be getting off until I finish my work. Fine! I'll just go along with that old man's crazy adventures!

　　As I placed my hands on the antler-shaped handle, the electronic screen lit up, displaying: "Uniform not yet on. Immediately proceed with clothing transfer."

　　"What does that mean? Am I supposed to wear that idiotic uniform?" Before I could finish speaking, I felt a chill. Looking down, I was horrified to find my clothes, including my underwear and bra, completely gone. I was sitting naked on the motorcycle. If anyone saw me, I'd definitely be considered a perverted exhibitionist, given some kind of cool title like "Exhibitionist Motorcycle Demon."

　　Luckily, a moment later I felt warm again, and without even looking, I knew I was now wearing that bright red Santa Claus uniform.

　　At that moment, I was about 70-80% convinced of what had happened. Reindeer No. 3 didn't need me to drive it at all; it automatically drove towards its target. Moreover, Reindeer No. 3 was like a ghost, able to pass through walls and drive straight to the target's bedside. Once it reached the little boy's bed, the seatbelt loosened. I stood next to the boy, unsure what to do.

　　Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my finger; a ring had appeared on my index finger. Could it be one of those storage rings that protagonists in novels always have?

　　Sure enough, with a thought, the ring manifested a space filled with countless toys, books, and other gifts.

　　At that moment, Reindeer No. 3 made a soft sound. I went closer and saw some information about the little boy appear on the screen. The last item read: "

　　Wanted Christmas present—Playboy Christmas Special Edition."

　　I broke out in a cold sweat. What are kids thinking these days?

　　Previously, I only wanted something like a robot armor. I searched my space and actually found a Playboy Christmas special edition, but it was from three years ago and looked like it had been read to pieces. Could it be Santa's own collection? Feeling

　　a little guilty, I put down that harmful magazine that was corrupting children and rode Reindeer No. 3 to my next target.

　　　　─────────────End of previous events───────────

　　Looking at the little girl sleeping sweetly in front of me, I really couldn't imagine why she would make such a wish?

　　This girl wasn't one of the mission targets, but that didn't mean she wasn't a good child. It's just that her wish was too absurd or impossible. There were many children like her who made wishes that couldn't be fulfilled, such as the very innocent "world peace" and "everyone being happy and joyful," and the more bizarre ones like "my little brother should die quickly so that Mom will only love me," "Mom should be my wife," and even "the end of the world" or "Santa Claus should die."

　　However, the girl's wish wasn't any of those mentioned above. Her wish was: "I want a child."

　　The reason was that she had unintentionally caused the death of her younger sister, and the girl was heartbroken and filled with guilt. Later, she heard adults comforting her, saying that her sister would be reincarnated and that she shouldn't be sad, so she wanted to see if she could bring her sister back to life .

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　　I saw this out of boredom while driving Reindeer 3. After distributing gifts, I discovered I could control Reindeer 3, so I drove it to the girl's side.

　　I felt very sorry for this girl. Although I couldn't fulfill her wish, I still wanted to give her a cute doll so she could have something to hold onto.

　　I took a cute doll out of my spatial storage, intending to place it on the girl's bedside table, but unexpectedly kicked something, making a soft "thud." I was startled. The girl didn't seem to react much, then let out a sigh of relief and looked down to see what had been left lying around.

　　Damn it! It was a vibrator!

　　Damn this society!

　　"Ah! You're Santa Claus!" Oh no! I looked up and saw the girl had already sat up, her bright eyes sparkling as she spoke to me.

　　I froze completely, afraid to move, but my eyes involuntarily drifted downwards. The girl was only wearing a thin, pink silk vest, and her slightly protruding breasts made it hard to resist imagining their shape.

　　The girl seemed to sense my burning gaze, her face flushing crimson. After a moment, she shyly asked, "You...you're here to fulfill my wish?"

　　My mind went blank, and I unconsciously replied, "Yes, yes."

　　The girl took a deep breath and said, "I've studied adult films, I know how to have a baby. I'm taking off my clothes."

　　My mouth gaped open, the words to stop her stuck in my throat. I could only watch helplessly as the girl pulled up her tank top, took it off, and threw it aside.

　　The room was heated, decorated in pink, her face flushed and tender, her breasts just beginning to develop, her white and delicate feet...

　　I swallowed hard, repeatedly telling myself, "This is for work, to fulfill the poor girl's wish..."

　　I felt hot all over, but I couldn't take off my clothes. Luckily, the zipper on my pants could be pulled down, allowing me to take out my penis.

　　The girl saw my hot, hard penis, which looked like a burning stick, and was clearly startled, but she didn't scream.

　　I climbed onto her bed. Luckily, her family was quite wealthy; her small body slept in a bed much larger than my own.

　　I lowered my head and kissed her lips first. The girl was clearly a virgin; under my wet kiss, her whole body went limp, and her small teeth were no match for the onslaught of my tongue. I pressed my advantage, my tongue sweeping through her mouth like a whirlwind of leaves or a spear sweeping across a thousand troops.

　　Swallowing her sweet saliva, I reluctantly released her. The girl looked at me with hazy eyes and a flushed face.

　　I asked, a little scared, "Are you alright?"

　　"A little breathless, but...it feels so good."

　　"The best is yet to come."

　　I pulled down her slightly damp panties, and now she was completely naked in my arms.

　　I gently caressed the girl with one hand, holding her in the other, and lowered my head to suckle and lick her nipples.

　　My most prized tongue attack quickly made the girl unconsciously twist her body and moan softly.

　　"Santa brother...it's so itchy...mmm..."

　　I changed positions, letting the girl sit on my lap, letting her squeeze my penis between her legs. The girl's smooth back pressed against my chest, while my hands gently rubbed her pink breasts.

　　I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to put it in, it will hurt a little, don't be afraid!"

　　The girl obediently nodded. Not reassured, I first covered her mouth with my own before lifting her body, and then slowly letting her vagina slowly envelop my hot penis.

　　The girl's body trembled involuntarily, her shaking body and clenched teeth clearly letting me know how much pain she was in. I had no other choice but to slowly thrust in and out, stopping and starting, until the girl's vagina adapted to the piston-like motion, before I dared to release her mouth.

　　"It hurts... umm... ah... brother's... it's so hot! My hole is going to be pierced by your long thing!"

　　The girl wasn't fully developed, and her uterus was still shallow, so my penis easily reached her cervix.

　　Hearing the girl's innocent words, I felt a surge of intense pleasure in my lower body, and a stream of fluid carrying the essence of life shot into the girl's uterus. The girl had never experienced the sensation of being filled with hot semen before, and she immediately reached orgasm, collapsing softly onto the bed.

　　I panted heavily, withdrew my penis, and said to the girl, "Alright, the process of giving birth is complete, and I have to go! You have to tell everyone about what happened today, understand?"

　　The girl gasped and weakly replied, "Um... I understand, goodbye brother."

　　I got on the Reindeer No. 3 and drove back to the shop. Back in the shop, I sat nervously in front of the old man.

　　After calming down, I realized the enormity of my mistake. To do something so beastly to such a young girl—I fear I'll spend the rest of my life in prison. But I couldn't stay away. As Santa Claus said, I've never broken a promise; some principles I'd rather die than violate.

　　I sat down in front of Santa Claus, my face ashen.

　　Santa Claus said coldly, "I know what you did today."

　　I remained silent.

　　"You did a good job."

　　Huh?! I did a good job? I stared at Santa Claus, but his expression wasn't good. Was he being sarcastic?

　　"I didn't expect you to discover the flawed intelligence in Reindeer No. 3 and successfully complete that difficult mission. Because I didn't carefully review the mission details, I was recalled to Europe by headquarters. From now on, you'll be in charge of the Hong Kong region. Are you willing to take on this responsibility?"

　　"Uh, yes." So that's why his expression was so bad?

　　"Well, let me briefly explain! Reindeer Number Three is yours from now on. You can find all the job details on its AI. This job has no hourly limit, just complete the tasks. The monthly salary is 5,000, 10,000 in December. You'll get bonuses for completing tasks rated as difficult or impossible by Reindeer Number Three. Like yours, which Reindeer Number Three rated as a god-level task of creating life, you'll get a 100,000 bonus."

　　Santa Claus went on to give me a long list of precautions, and finally handed me a crystal and 100,500 yuan before kicking me out of the shop.

　　Looking back at the shop, I sighed, "This world is crazy!"

　　I hope everyone can find a job as satisfying and easy as mine this Christmas!

[The End]

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