The perverted training of married woman Qiuyan (3)

Yes, it wasn't about unfulfilled desires, it was simply against reason… Qiu Yan believed this.

“Miss Cheng, why are you daydreaming? The meeting is about to start!”

“Ah, I'm sorry… I'll change right away.”

Whether it was the leisurely vice president giving instructions, or the other managers chatting or watching, they probably all noticed
… the barely concealed erect nipples, and the love juice wetting the center of her labia.
To harbor lewd hopes under these circumstances would seem too childish. Qiu Yan decided to stop indulging in these futile thoughts and focus on
changing into the clothes in the paper bag.

Unexpectedly, the vice president gave her a tank top and hot pants. The tank top was a thin, poor-quality gray cotton,
several sizes too small, barely covering her lower abdomen, even her navel was showing; the wrong size was bad enough, but
the vice president wouldn't allow her to wear a bra, so her sagging breasts were practically
bound tightly with cheap cotton like rice dumplings, the shape of her nipples and even areolas clearly visible.

The upper body was already like this, and the hot pants on the lower body were so tight that Qiu Yan couldn't button them up, only
the bottom one, causing the upper part of her mons pubis to be completely exposed. Although she had a habit of regularly trimming her pubic hair, this little bit of
pubic hair was particularly eye-catching in the hot pants, looking like thick hair peeking out from under her armpits. Qiu Yan tried hard to get used to the
clothes, but even after she tied her long ponytail and was ready, she still couldn't get used to it.

"Vice...Vice President, I think this is a bit..."

"What are you doing! Isn't this super suitable for you?"

"Huh?" "Isn't that right

? Section Chief Xu?

" "Of course, of course! Miss Qiu Yan looks like a young girl!"

"That's right! Young and energetic! Awesome!"

"Awesome! Hahaha!"

The section chiefs followed the vice president in praising Qiu Yan, making her feel a sense of distance from the clothes
, while her shame continued to stimulate her. Even if it really suited her, weren't her nipples and body
hair clearly visible? But seeing that the vice president had no intention of changing it, Qiu Yan silently accepted this attire
and went with everyone to the review meeting.

The clean air in the corridor was colder than the smoky office, but the coolness on her skin
didn't calm Qiu Yan down. With each step, her sagging breasts, constricted by the vest, trembled violently
, naturally drawing attention to the obscene posture created by her unnatural attire. When she
rode the elevator with the managers, she saw herself in the mirror even more out of control than she thought—even though her private parts and anus were no longer
being , Qiu Yan's large nipples still provocatively stood erect against the gray fabric, their erection fully exposed; moreover, her
armpits had become sweaty within minutes, sticky with movement, and she hoped it wouldn't give off a sweaty smell.

Upon entering the conference room, the men who had been laughing and posing for photos with Qiu Yan just moments before reverted to their usual demeanor
. Although Qiu Yan followed the group in, she could only sit in the most secluded special seat, awaiting her summons. This meeting was originally intended to be
a review report on her resignation, the selection of a replacement, and the remaining supervisors. Many familiar faces
weren't particularly surprised by her appearance. After all, she had made such a fool of herself yesterday, and today she
appeared in such an embarrassing and somewhat suggestive outfit. Regardless of the reasons behind it, everyone's opinion of Qiu Yan had quickly become distorted and
fixed.

"Old woman trying to dress like a young person, haha!"

"Hey, look at her nipples, they're standing up!"

"She must be an exhibitionist! Ugh, I saw something disgusting, let's go, let's go!"

"Hahaha!"

Whether it was a young junior colleague with high qualifications but incompetent work, or a senior junior
colleague who was constantly nagged by Qiu Yan but showed no improvement, no one sitting in front of her could help but laugh and despise her when they saw her like this.

Even with her upright posture and stern expression conveying her will, Qiu Yan was still seen only as a jobless, perverted
exhibitionist.

Despite her unwavering facade, her heart
questioned herself as gossip swirled around her—why was she feeling aroused again? Was it because she had lost all authority? Or because she knew her attire
was too much? Or because what these people were saying echoed what her superiors were saying? However, authority could be rebuilt, attire
was only a temporary command, and gossip was insignificant to an elite like her… So
what was causing this physical reaction?

Qiu Yan's anxieties didn't last long; she had realized a possibility, but like most people, she
was unwilling to face it honestly. Even so, she was so eager to find out; she wanted to know what was happening to her
so she could fully understand herself. She could only confront the embarrassing possibility,
prioritizing the possibility that "she was enjoying pleasure caused by shame."

In other words, she was the exhibitionist her juniors were talking about.

While a sense of clarity dawned on her, Qiu Yan also realized she was crumbling. To survive only two days of her contractual
life, she had to force herself to adapt to the subtle changes in her mind and body, preventing the breakdown from continuing.

"Next, let's invite Ms. Cheng, who is currently on 'probation,' to come up and guide this report!"

Startled by being called upon, Qiu Yan quickly regained her composure, stepped onto
the stage through the aisle illuminated by numerous disdainful glances, her large breasts swaying. So far, it was an unconscious reflex;
logically, she should have quickly gotten into the zone within those few seconds. However, she was distracted by the stares of those around her and by
her awkward gait due to her unfamiliar clothing, causing her to turn her back to everyone after receiving the microphone.
After a few seconds of silence, she turned on the infrared pen to guide the presentation, which was inconsistent in format, missing punctuation,
and incomplete in its data citations.

Qiu Yan quickly found herself handling it with ease, especially with this error-ridden presentation; finding ten mistakes
was incredibly easy. Standing on the podium, back at work, was a source of great joy for Qiu Yan, but
it also clouded her judgment—how could a review meeting present something that sounded like a flawed textbook
?

After speaking enthusiastically for almost ten minutes, sweating profusely, she suddenly realized
something was wrong due to the inexplicable stuffiness. It turned out the air conditioning vents around the podium were blocked; perhaps they were under maintenance.

Even after understanding the reason, the sticky sweat on her body remained stubbornly persistent. Qiu Yan , realizing this from her fervent instruction , could no longer ignore the fact that she was covered in sticky heat. Sweat dripped from her forehead,
soaked her armpits, darkened the straps of her vest, and beads of sweat appeared on her exposed abdomen.

"Therefore, when you take samples, you must, ugh, rely on complete data. Something like this,
ugh, is really not presentable. Ugh..."

The heat continued to spread. The report reached what Qiu Yan thought was the end, but the sweat streaming down her face was
unbelievable, her shoulders were almost completely soaked, as if she had just finished a jog, and the dampness in her armpits was so intense
that it made Qiu Yan quite uncomfortable. And the sweat, which she had no handkerchief or tissue to wipe away, gathered on her chin and fell
onto her breasts, which stretched her gray vest too wide, making her already prominent nipples and areolas
even more conspicuous under the heavy, sweaty stench.

Even though she was drenched in sweat, Qiu Yan continued her instruction for at least twenty
minutes before finally finishing the pile of meaningless data that had become utterly devoid of content and riddled with errors.

"That's... over. Huff... huff..."

Most of the attendees hadn't known about this "performance" beforehand. They had initially thought Qiu Yan was just
making a scene out of resentment at being fired, but now it was clear that it had happened with the knowledge of the vice president and several managers.

So, should they applaud Qiu Yan for completing this inappropriate instruction? Or should they remain
silent like the rest of the group? This awkward question persisted until one of the vice presidents led an exhausted Qiu Yan away, finally
ending the meeting as it returned to normal.

The meeting room door clicked shut, and the sweat-drenched Qiu Yan stepped into the cool corridor, instantly
feeling incredibly refreshed. She could feel the sweat condensing on her skin, the stickiness gradually decreasing, and she felt
completely transformed, recovering quickly except for the unpleasant body odor. But the vice president led Qiu Yan to
a stuffy warehouse without air conditioning. Her skin, which had been dry, soon began to sweat again as she entered the warehouse, the sticky, silky
feel returning to her body.

"This kind of small warehouse is the perfect place to slack off!"

the vice president said, as he moved a dark-colored soft mattress, slightly smaller than a single bed, and placed it in the narrow warehouse aisle
. Then he took out an electric heater.

"Miss Cheng, you can go up first!"

"Yes..."

Qiu Yan took off her high heels, sat on the soft mattress, and, catching her breath, watched as the
vice president, who had smelled her anus, plugged in the electric heater and pointed it at the mattress.

The intense heat was like the midday sun shining directly on her skin, causing Qiu Yan to sweat even more immediately. But she didn't
utter a single complaint, only silently watching him continue to undress.

"By the way, I think I don't need to say more, this is an order!"

"Yes, of course."

Although she almost collapsed on the podium, Qiu Yan still persevered; now, even under the scorching heat of
the electric , the endless sweat could no longer defeat her. Moreover, compared to the long and arduous ordeal just now,
returning to the simple act of love between a man and a woman was much easier. Before the vice president stripped down to only a pure white thong and climbed onto the soft mat
, Qiu Yan had already reconsidered the limits of physical contact. She was confident that she could hold her last
line of defense against this man's invasion.

"Huff! Huff! Ah, I'm getting old, my movements aren't as nimble as they used to be!"

"No, you're still very young!" "

Although it's a lie, it's still pleasant to hear a woman say that! Haha!"

"Hehe!"

The vice president's loose, flabby body pressed down on Qiu Yan's soaked vest, gradually pushing her down,
and then he buried his face in her warm cleavage and began to sniff.

"Hiss... hiss... This sweat, body odor, plus perfume, it's just... oh! Hiss, hiss...
"

"Mmm... mmm...!"

The beast-like sniffing reminded Qiu Yan of the shame she felt when this man deeply sniffed her anus. Now, he was
smelling her body odor, and the shame was no less than that of an uncleaned anus.

"Look at your nipples, what will they smell like when they're covered in sweat... hiss! hiss!"

"Ah...!"

Through only a thin, barely perceptible layer of cotton, her large, sweat-smelling nipples were plunged into the man's nostrils,
allowing him to inhale freely. The stimulation was far stronger than Qiu Yan had anticipated, probably due to the heat waves emanating from the side
.

"Hmm, this isn't just the smell of sweat, it must be the smell of your erotic nipples... hiss!"

"I don't know about this... umm!"

"Hiss, hiss! How can you not know your own body? Don't you know your nipples have a smell
?"

"Um... oh... is that so?"

"I think you use this filthy, milky smell to attract your husband, don't you?" "

This... I..."

Half of her skin was burning hot from the electric heater, even more unbearable than she had imagined. Qiu Yan had no choice but to temporarily
go along with the other party's lewd words and follow the trail:

"Yes, I use these nipples... ah...! And the smell of my nipples... to seduce my husband...
ah um...!"

The vice president was satisfied with these words. As Qiu Yan spoke, he sniffed the other nipple. Even after Qiu Yan
finished speaking haltingly, the vice president continued to sniff the bumps that protruded from the fabric along with her areolas.
He only released her breasts, which were already aroused, after hearing another soft moan from her. Qiu Yan, trembling and dripping with hot sweat, could only
console herself with the occasional touch of her lips brushing against her breasts during the sniffing.

Next, as instructed, Qiu Yan raised the arm exposed to the electric heater.
Her armpit, which had been sticky from dried sweat, was now a hot, damp patch from the excessive heat. The vice president, with an expression of ecstasy, sniffed her
slippery, hot armpit while simultaneously touching the drier, stickier armpit on her other side.

"Hiss…hiss…good, just the right smell…hiss…the unique scent of a woman your age
…hiss…only at times like this can a man truly enjoy it."

"Thank you…um…! Praise…praise…oh!"

A familiar premonition of losing control surged through Qiu Yan's brain. Despite the excessive sweat between her legs, it couldn't
mask the warm, slightly fishy-smelling fluid. Her flesh, which had been slapped several times by the man earlier, was
quietly releasing a ticklish sensation that stirred both her heart and reason.

The soaked armpit hair lay flat against her armpit, then rolled into the man's nostrils with his inhalation. This certain
connection gave Qiu Yan a writhing, pleasurable sensation, a pleasure that made her want to do something—so
she used her other hand to touch the man's sweaty, plump body, her fingers tracing the pools of hot sweat on the flesh,
finally bringing the man's sour, sweaty scent back to her nose.

A deep sniff—a scent so different from her husband's—rushed to her head, filling Qiu Yan, whose armpit was being sniffed,
with a blissful, burning guilt.

"Hoo! No, no, this outfit is still too much of a hindrance. Take it off!"

"Yes...!"

Immersed in the strong masculine scent, Qiu Yan responded with slight excitement. Under the vice president's gaze,
she removed her soaked vest and hot pants, revealing her glistening, alluring body, drenched in sweat.
Sweat dripped from her large nipples, her full abdomen gleamed with a damp, pungent sheen, and her previously suppressed private parts emitted
a strong feminine odor. The vice president was momentarily stunned, but then, unlike his earlier dazed state, he pounced on Qiu Yan like a hungry tiger, firmly
pinning her down on the cushion.

"Hoo... hoo... Vice President, what are you doing?"

Qiu Yan asked knowingly, her so-called bottom line seemingly
nonexistent, as the vice president quickly smelled her from top to bottom. The vice president inhaled all over Qiu Yan's body, then
thrust his erect penis, shaped by her briefs, against her wet, hot, thick labia, pressing his muscular body against hers. Once the position was fixed, he began
to pound into Qiu Yan's genitals like a mating dog.

"Mmm…! Ah…! Haa…!"

Qiu Yan cried out excitedly, but something felt strange—her labia weren't open, the vice president's underwear
wasn't off, and the penis, despite its rough movements, showed no sign of penetration—meaning
they were merely "simulating sex."

Even so, Qiu Yan remained incredibly aroused, seemingly able to orgasm even without actual intercourse,
moaning in sync with his movements.

"Ah…! Ah…! Good…so good! Vice president, so good…!"

Even when the vice president stopped uttering lewd words, Qiu Yan could still feel the same
stimulation from his fierce, oppressive movements, and unconsciously stretched her legs, hooking them tightly around the vice president's waist.

"Hoo...! Hoo...! Husband...! Husband...! Mmm...!"

Even knowing the man pressing down on her wasn't her husband, Qiu Yan, overcome with passion, still cried out her
moans on the bed. This unintentional mistake only intensified the vice president's stimulation, prompting him to thrust even harder into
her .

"So good...so good! Husband! Husband! Mmm! Ha, ha! Ha...!!"

After binding her legs tightly around the vice president's waist, Qiu Yan's arms also passionately embraced his back, making
their sweaty bodies intertwine even more tightly. Usually, when she hugged her husband in this position, a
passionate kiss would follow, but now the object was the vice president—Qiu Yan hesitated briefly until her slightly parted lips were
forcefully taken away by him, before she felt comfortable entwining her lips and tongue with the man before her.

"Chirp! Chirp! Plop! Chirp! Chirp... Ooh! Mmm! Ha mmm! Ha...!"

After nearly half a minute of French kissing, the vice president began his sprint with maximum acceleration. After a series of powerful thrusts that made Qiu Yan
moan uncontrollably, the penis, still covered in damp, smelly panties, forced open her labia and then
ejaculated against her vulva—the swollen glans sprayed thick semen through her panties, dripping warmly onto
Qiu Yan clitoris.

"Huff...huff...huff...uh...uh..."

The man's semen slightly brought Qiu Yan back to her last shred of reason. She grabbed her damp, smelly vest to wipe her private parts,
but the vice president held her arm down and continued to rub her vulva with the bulge of his semen-soaked panties.

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