What happens after graduating from university

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I live in a bustling city in the north, a city with a thriving heavy industry, and I work in a factory.

The factory is quite far from the city center. This happened just this year, and ever since, we feel embarrassed whenever we see her.

The work is very demanding, but there are always many new college graduates coming to intern. Their arrival greatly alleviates our hectic pace; after all, the workload is heavy and there are few people, so having someone to share the burden makes a big difference. The internship usually lasts three months.

The first batch of college graduates were two boys and one girl. The girl was fair-skinned and quiet; although not beautiful, she was extremely well-behaved. Since I was the team leader, I often guided her on how to operate the system, and most of the time we cleaned together. She's a girl and not good at heavy physical labor, and as the team leader, I rarely did physical work either; my days were mostly spent on computers or cleaning. We quickly became very close, often chatting and laughing, but she was generally reserved and shy around others.

That day, the Environmental Protection Bureau came to inspect the unit, so around 6 a.m., she and I were cleaning up the sanitation work area as instructed by our supervisor when I suddenly heard her cry out in distress. I rushed over to check and found that she had accidentally stepped on a piece of wood with a nail stuck in it. Seeing that she had a nail in her foot, I immediately asked her how she was. She said it was probably quite deep. Seeing there was nothing I could do, I helped her to the office to rest until the company hospital opened at 8 a.m.

She was in a lot of pain, so on the way back to the office, she leaned heavily on me. I could only try my best to support her, but accidentally, my hand touched one of her breasts. Although it was accidental, and it was winter, and she was wearing a thick sweater, I could still feel her soft breast, and my penis actually got hard.

I knew it was wrong, but my hand started to unconsciously, intentionally or unintentionally, touching her breast as I supported her. I was really afraid she would see the bulge in my pants; it would be so embarrassing if she found out.

Finally, we entered the office. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing I could avoid contact with her again. She, too, felt much better after sitting down in the office chair, her pain lessening considerably.

After sitting down, she carefully took off her shoes and socks. The soles of her socks were stained with blood, the color spreading.

She was now under my management; I couldn't just ignore it. I had her put her feet on the desk and checked the soles. Sure enough, there was a nail puncture wound. The blood had dried somewhat, but there was a lot of rust residue on the outside and inside the wound. I told her, and she became very nervous.

Because rust had entered the blood and muscle, if it wasn't treated quickly, it could easily lead to tetanus. Most people don't know how serious tetanus is, but in our place where we deal with industry all day, even newcomers know its power. If not treated promptly, it can cause muscle necrosis at best, and at worst, it can affect the brain, leading to dementia, with onset times ranging from 1 to 20 years.

I carefully cleaned her wound with hot water and a towel, but I couldn't get the inside out. The wound was almost dry and hardened. I told her it was almost dry and contained a lot of rust, making it impossible to insert the towel. I asked her what to do. She said she didn't know. I said I couldn't exactly suck it clean like a snake. Surprisingly, she agreed.

Since I was just joking, I immediately refused. She was so scared she cried. I tried to reason with her, but it was no use. Frustrated by her crying, I finally agreed.

Slowly and carefully, I put my mouth to the wound on her foot. I noticed how beautiful her foot was, with no odor whatsoever. I sucked and licked, and she winced in pain, while I inexplicably became excited. My penis grew larger in her pain, and this time, facing her, she could see it.

Two minutes later, I cleaned her wound, apologized, and said her feet were so beautiful, I didn't mean to. Then, half-jokingly, I said her feet didn't smell bad at all, they smelled wonderful, unlike mine which stank enough to kill an elephant.

She looked at me gratefully, thanked me repeatedly, and then suddenly said, "Master, how about I help you get it out? You look quite uncomfortable."

Me... I could refuse? No way. I

was struggling internally. Although I wanted her to help me, being someone's teacher meant being her mentor in her field. I knew the principles of being a teacher. Should I become a seemingly respectable but actually good teacher? Or should I be my true self? It was a difficult choice, a difficult decision. The best way to deal with a problem you can't decide is to let go and let fate decide which path I should take.

I told her about my decision, and she listened with great interest and thought it made a lot of sense. There was also a childlike, playful attitude towards the incident, finding it exciting and novel.

Since we didn't have any "bones" (the kind of "locks" used in mahjong), we decided to use playing cards to decide. The plan was: take out a deck of cards, remove the Jokers and all cards higher than 10, shuffle them, and draw three cards from the middle. If the sum of the three cards was greater than 15, then I would do it with her, signifying that fate had approved of our time together. If the sum was less than 15, then it meant we were not meant to be, and we should go about our business.

Following our usual method, she shuffled the cards and placed them in her hand, then I drew them

. For some reason, I found this method somewhat exciting and novel. After all, my gambling had always been limited to money; betting on sex was a first for me. I randomly drew one card and flipped it over. Good heavens, it was a 1! An Ace of Clubs, the lowest rank. I smiled at her with a hint of displeasure, placed my hand on the card, and after drawing the second card, I slammed it onto the table, calling out my desired hand as I always did when gambling. The result, of course, wasn't the 10 I hoped for. If I got exactly what I wanted, I'd be a gambling god,

why would I need to work? It was just a middle card, a 5 of hearts. I cursed the heavens inwardly, why do I always lose at gambling? It's like buying lottery tickets; I've spent at least 2,000 yuan since the first time, and only won the smallest prize of 5 yuan. As I muttered this, heading to draw the third card, she stopped me, offering to draw the last one for me. I agreed without much hope. After all, the chance of drawing a 10 or 9 was slim; it seemed the heavens wanted me to be a selfless and altruistic mentor.

Her hand first drew a card from the middle, hesitated for a moment, then put it back in the deck. Then, she drew the second-to-last card from the back of the deck, slammed it on the table, and shouted, "10, 10, 10!" Her movements weren't as skillful or stylish as mine, making a loud thud, but there really was a 10 on the table. A black pottery 10, a red heart 5, a club A, a total of 16 points.

She smiled smugly at me, her two small, white canine teeth so alluring.

Fate, oh fate, since it's fate, hehe, what can I say? I locked the door, drew the curtains, and checked my watch—it was only 7:10, 50 minutes before my 8:00 AM start time at work.

I walked up to her, looking at the young, pretty intern, and before I even made a move, my penis was already bulging in my pants. As her mentor, I still asked her if she would regret it, and so on. After receiving her firm, unwavering answer, we took off our clothes. That is, we took off everything covered from our genitals. I originally wanted to take off our tops, but thinking that time was short, safety first, prevention is paramount, so I skipped it.

I used my senses to examine her genitals. She was already wet.

As is my habit, I squatted under the chair, spreading her snow-white thighs with both hands. I began to lick her genitals.

The vagina emitted a faint scent of soap and the scent of a young girl's bodily fluids.

This indicates that she was very clean.

I blew air from my mouth, creating ripples of fluid on her abundant vaginal opening. My tongue curled and extended, dancing back and forth on the tip of her clitoris, sometimes parting her pink labia, exploring her vaginal opening with my tongue. Her pubic hair was thick and long; licking her genitals, strands of hair would constantly drift into her pores, while others would rub against my eyelids and forehead, tickling me.

She was very uninhibited; throughout my licking, her legs were bent, her heels resting on my shoulders, which were covered by my work clothes. And when aroused, she would unconsciously grab my hair, pressing my head against her most sensitive areas.

Seeing that it was getting late, I got up and carefully lifted her onto the table, so that she used half of her buttocks for support, keeping her vagina protruding. I grabbed her leg with one hand, pulling it to my waist, and carefully held her injured ankle with the other, raising her injured foot and supporting it on my shoulder. Then, aiming my penis at her vagina, I thrust forward with all my might.

The moment my penis entered her vagina, I roared with excitement, while she groaned softly in pain.

As my penis entered, her vagina sank inward, her vaginal muscles converging at the base of my penis; as my penis withdrew, her vaginal muscles pulled outward as well, the tender flesh inside the opening turning inside out, a vibrant pink like a rose. My glans was always sticking to her vaginal muscles, each thrust in and out bringing immense satisfaction to both of us.

Time was running out, almost 7:40, and I abandoned any deliberate control, launching into a frenzied assault. She lay limply on top of me, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, her entire body bouncing back and forth with my thrusts, moaning with excitement.

For five minutes straight, it was a rapid, forceful thrust and withdrawal. With one hand, I gripped her injured ankle to protect her wound, while the other hand tightly held her waist, pulling her towards my pubic bone. Just before ejaculating, I suddenly remembered she was still a university intern, and I was afraid she'd get pregnant, causing me trouble later. I tried to pull out of her vagina.

But she held me tightly, her nails digging into my back, telling me to ejaculate inside, that she liked the hot, burning sensation of a man inside her.

I was in a frenzy; asking me to calm down was like talking to a brick wall. My penis surged into her vagina again, releasing its semen.

After ejaculating, I held her, keeping my penis erect inside her for about two minutes. Then I came to my senses and felt a surge of fear.

Although the office door was locked and the curtains drawn, many other workers from other workshops and sections were also coming early to clean and prepare for the environmental inspection. If people found out about us like this, how could we face anyone? My family would surely fall apart, and her life would become difficult and humiliating. I even ejaculated inside her; what if she got pregnant…?

I didn't dare think any further. I quickly grabbed some toilet paper and hurriedly wiped away the remaining semen from her genitals and my penis. After putting her pants back on, I helped her put them back on as well. Her foot wound was quite deep, and the pain made even simple actions like dressing slow. I could only offer her what little "help" I could.

After quickly and nervously finishing, I opened the curtains, took the toilet paper, and flushed it down the toilet in the hallway bathroom. As soon as I came out of the bathroom, I saw two familiar coworkers walking towards me, chatting and laughing. I hurriedly greeted them and rushed back to the office, only to find her with her injured foot bare, looking down at the newspaper as if nothing was wrong.

Around 8:10, after the supervisor arrived, I reported to them the details of the intern's foot injury that day. Of course, I would never mention the card game involving gambling for sex. Then, as instructed by the supervisor, I accompanied her to the company hospital (my company is a large state-owned enterprise, so it has its own hospital and training center). The doctor cleaned the wound and she received a tetanus shot.

Tetanus shots are usually given over three days, a total of three doses. On the third day, after accompanying her to the vaccination station, on the way back to the company, she told me that the black 10 she drew from the deck that day was actually something she had deliberately placed in the second-to-last card during the shuffling.

After that incident, I found it difficult to joke and laugh with her like before; it seemed like there was always an insurmountable chasm between us.

Thankfully, I haven't seen any signs of her getting pregnant, which has put my mind at ease.

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