The ultimate goal of past relationships: cuckolding wife, part eight

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I took some time yesterday to continue writing, and the response was quite good, which also inspired my creative desire. Since everyone likes reading, I will try my best to find time to continue writing and updating... Due to the nature of my work, the pressure is a bit high (everyone knows the pressure in first-tier cities), so updates may not be very timely sometimes, please understand!
And so, I've officially started my work rhythm in Shenzhen. The Taiwanese-owned factory has about two thousand people and dozens of production lines. After work, on my way to the cafeteria, there are so many beautiful girls on the street, it's a very pleasing sight, haha... During my first month of internship at the factory, I spent a few days in various departments, including IQC, Quality Department, Production Line, Injection Molding Department, Warehouse, Engineering Department, Human Resources Department, and Sales Department. Fresh out of school and entering the workforce, I was timid, shy, and had a strong bookish air about me. I found communication very difficult, and there were no senior staff to guide me. In each department, the clerks would show me around, and after a few words with them, that was it. The rest was up to me. Every department was very busy, and no one assigned me anything, so I could only wander around on my own. However, I am quite grateful for this experience. I made some good friends and became very familiar with the clerks in each department (I also met my wife during this time). At that time, I had already broken up with Q and was single. Every day, I just went to work and came home, with nothing else to do. My month-long internship ended quickly, and I returned to my department. I received my uniform, meal card, office supplies, and my own desk and computer (back then, computers had large monitors and no internet access, just a local area network). There were seven people in my office (one supervisor, six engineers including me, all men). Perhaps because I wasn't good at networking, didn't like to talk, and didn't smoke, my colleagues didn't talk to me much. I often overheard them discussing a new, pretty girl on the production line, or how a particular club offered excellent service with many different techniques. At the time, I didn't understand any of this; it felt like I was just... Discussing these things was inappropriate and looked down on them, so I pretended not to hear and just looked at departmental processes and past case studies (looking back, I was so naive). Over time, I became practically an oddity in the office. I'm very grateful to my supervisor for teaching me so much. My supervisor was also new and didn't particularly like the work ethic of the other people in the office (lacking initiative and just coasting through overtime). But since everyone said they were seven or eight-year veterans, the new supervisor couldn't really do anything about them. Whenever there was work to be done, he'd take me on business trips, analyzing defective products, writing 8D reports, etc. This helped me quickly get up to speed with my job and frequently interact with various departments. Don't worry, dear readers, we're getting to the important part soon, haha... Finally, at the end of the second month, I received my first paycheck. Including overtime, it was about 1900 yuan. After sending some to my parents, I was a little overwhelmed by the amount of cash. Haha, so I called my brother from the same village and asked him to come over for the weekend. Since I had money, I was naturally generous. After a hearty meal and drinks, my brother and I were chatting in my rented room when he suddenly suggested we go to a foot massage parlor. I stupidly asked, "What's so great about foot massage? Can't I just wash my own feet?" My brother said it was different; the girls at the parlor would do it, and it would feel different. He said, "Come on, I'll treat you." I thought, "What are you talking about? I have to go!" So we headed straight to the parlor, and it was my first time getting a foot massage.
When I arrived at the club, I felt like a country bumpkin in the city. As soon as I entered, a pretty girl greeted me with a 90-degree bow, then led me to a room, asking if I knew any of the masseuses. They offered milk tea and fruit, making me very nervous. I'd never been served like this before. Soon, two pretty girls arrived, very sweet-talking and skilled at their service. Watching my fellow villager quickly become friendly with the girls, chatting and laughing, even touching them, I felt so inferior. I couldn't speak properly, just mechanically following their instructions—lifting my left leg, asking if they wanted a shoulder massage, etc. Occasionally, I'd exchange a smile with one of them. But I have to admit, the foot massage after the massage was incredibly comfortable, especially the inner thigh massage. It instantly made my penis erect, which I felt very rude about; my face turned red. I gave an awkward laugh. The girl, however, remained calm and continued her massage at a leisurely pace. Turning my head, I was shocked to see that my fellow villager had actually hugged his girl and even groped her breasts. The girl wasn't angry at all; instead, she said in a coquettish voice, "You're so annoying! If you want more, you can go to the third floor. You can do whatever you want there. You can find my fellow villager, number XX. He's very good at providing oral sex." I was completely confused and didn't understand what they were talking about. After the foot massage ended, my fellow villager decided to go to the third floor and called me to come with him. Once I got to the third floor, I was blinded by the sight of girls in all sorts of super short skirts and with their snow-white breasts exposed. In the corridor where a handsome guy was leading me to a room, the girls were even bowing and greeting me as "VIP" without any regard for the risk of being exposed. Damn, this feeling was just too amazing. After entering the room and sitting down, the same question came over again: "Do you have any familiar masseuses?" When the guy from my village denied it, this handsome man spoke into his walkie-talkie, and within a minute, over a dozen girls entered the room, lined up in various transparent skirts, thongs, and even transparent bras. Holy crap, I was going to faint. I felt like I couldn't breathe, and my head was spinning. I didn't understand what the guy from my village was saying. A little while later, another group of girls came in, some even more outrageous. They came right up to me, grabbed my hand, and put it on their breasts, saying, "Handsome, my hands feel great! You've made the right choice!" I sat awkwardly on the bed, barely daring to breathe or move, because my little brother had already been standing at attention for quite some time. Soon, the guy from my village... After choosing a curvy girl, the two of them went to another room, leaving me alone and even more bewildered. Several girls bombarded me with advances, practically stripping me naked. Ultimately, reason prevailed over desire. I'm a scholar, having studied for so many years, and now I'm supposed to be doing prostitution? Forget it. Amidst the girls' disappointed looks, I was led to the lobby to rest. I walked with a stoop, because my penis had been erect for a while. Although I really wanted to, I restrained myself. After paying, I waited in the lobby for my fellow villager to come out. Bored, I sat in the lobby watching the crowds come and go. Almost every man looked happy and savoring the experience. Haha… Finally, more than two hours passed, and my fellow villager came out. When he learned I hadn't gone, his eyes widened like saucers, and he burst into laughter. "Scholars are different," he said, "they've got guts." Holy crap! I wanted to go too, especially my little brother, but I just couldn't get over my mental block. All that studying made me feel like it was a crime, something illegal. Thinking about it now makes me want to slap myself. Another missed opportunity, hahaha... On the way back, I kept asking my fellow villager how it felt. He said it was hard to explain, you have to experience it yourself to know how amazing it is. Haha, that guy was obviously exhausted; he went straight to his rented room without even showering, just collapsed and fell asleep. Damn...
Later, I finally understood the meaning of my fellow villager's words at DG. I experienced it firsthand and understood how amazing it was. I also understood the fun those guys in the office always had at the club after payday. This was my second time in Shenzhen, for business purposes (I went home with my wife to get married, stayed there for over two years, but couldn't make it there and came back to Shenzhen, which I'll mention in later posts). It was Dongguan-style ISO service, it was simply amazing. More details will follow later. To be continued... ...

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