It all started with a portable hard drive.

Perhaps due to using a pirated installation disk, my computer's operating system was very unstable and slow. Unable to tolerate it any longer, I decided to reinstall the system.

That weekend, I canceled all my gatherings and resolved to install the system at home—to comprehensively improve the computer's performance, I abandoned the idea of only formatting the C drive and decided to format the entire hard drive and repartition it. Because my computer contained a lot of important data, I needed to borrow an external hard drive to transfer all the data. I asked my colleagues at work if anyone had a large external hard drive.

Only Xiao Yang said he only had a 40GB one. How could that be enough? My data is close to 60g (of course, pornographic videos make up a significant portion). Finally, I heard that Zhang Min from the planning department has a 120g external hard drive! Hearing this, I was initially excited, but then a little embarrassed. Because I'm not very familiar with this Zhang Min; I've heard she's very arrogant and only joined our company last year from a top university. My contact and communication with her are limited to work-related matters. My impression of her and her impression of everyone in the company... My impression of her is the same—absolutely beautiful. Even the most honest person can't help but fantasize about her. But she's also incredibly aloof, often acting as if no one exists. Even the most self-assured person feels insecure in her presence.

Describing her as a rose with thorns is perfectly apt! Every man in the workplace sighs in envy, their greatest pleasure being fantasizing about her silhouette when she appears. There are even rumors that a few single men in the workplace, like Xiao Yang, often masturbate. When he was having sex with his wife, he called her by the wrong name—he also hummed and moaned, calling her Min…Min. Many people might ask, "What about you?" My situation is this: I'm married, but my wife and I live apart. I don't masturbate anymore after marriage, but I watch porn often. I legally have sex with my wife every month. I decided to go to Zhang Min's place to borrow a portable hard drive.

It was Friday, and everyone else was… While arranging weekend activities, Zhang Min was playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game) online. I knocked on the door symbolically and went straight in. Zhang Min turned and glanced at me politely, asking, "Is there something you need? " "

Um! I'd like to borrow your external hard drive, is that alright?" I couldn't help but quickly glance at her ample breasts, my Adam's apple bobbing. "

Don't you have one in your office?" She seemed wary, very cautious. "

Um! Xiao Yang does have one, but it's only 40GB. I want to transfer some data..." That's not enough. Don't worry, I definitely won't break it, and I absolutely won't touch the data inside! I'll treat you to dinner after I'm done, as a thank you. I said this very seriously, afraid she wouldn't agree.

Keep your word? She was expressionless. Seriously, does she think she's some kind of goddess?

Of course! My word is my bond. Have you ever heard of me going back on my word? I may be a bit of a scoundrel, but thieves steal grain—where's the respect for seniority? (I'm at least the second-in-command in the department.) So I'm always very careful about what I say, and I always keep my word!

What guarantee do you have? She was still uneasy, and it seemed like she was deliberately teasing me; her expression softened considerably.

I won't touch your data—I guarantee it with my integrity; I'll treat you to a meal afterwards—that's my guarantee! As I spoke, I took out my salary card and handed it over. I realized I was being a bit shameless today. Damn it, if I were normally begging someone to this extent, I wouldn't have bothered anymore, but at this moment, I felt like I was possessed. She's completely lost her old temper—it's all my fault for being so focused on installing the system!

Haha! She actually laughed at me, "Old L, you're too honest! Are you pretending on purpose? This trick really works on girls these days!"

Haha, I've always been a pretty docile person! I completely lacked the energy I had in the department meeting, and my face even got hot. Damn! I feel embarrassed thinking about it now.

Okay, I'll give it to you tomorrow morning; I often need the data inside. You can give it to me at 4 pm. I'll take you to the 'xx' restaurant. It just opened; you can treat me there! She took her handbag from the table and retrieved the plate.

I gratefully accepted it, handling it very carefully to show my appreciation for their belongings, even rubbing it gently, repeatedly saying thank you. My heart was pounding—was the 'xx' restaurant even a proper 'restaurant'? I hoped it wasn't some place with forks and knives! What if they... January's salary has been reimbursed, and my wife's first audit report is out—ever since Li Jinhua's audit storm, my wife's auditing awareness has been getting stronger every month. As soon as it was time to leave work, I sent Xiao Yang and the others home (so I could go home early, haha, it wouldn't be good if the boss left first). As soon as they left, I quickly packed my things, grabbed my car keys, and rushed to the elevator. Zhang Min was also waiting for the elevator, and I greeted her in a friendly, almost ingratiating way: "Haha, off work?" "What? That's utter nonsense. It's already past closing time; it's already a big favor that their department didn't leave early. But in their haste, they could only come up with a quick excuse.

Haha, nonsense! We're not like our bosses! She's always like that, throwing people to the wall with her words.

You seem to have a strong prejudice against 'bosses'? Haha! I'll just play along,

I'm free anyway. No, don't take it personally! I don't dislike honest bosses like you.

Thanks! Is that right?" "Do honest men attract women? I remember you saying that this morning!" Just then, the elevator doors opened, and we went in together. It was just the two of us. I volunteered to close the doors; the air was filled with her scent, making my heart race.

"Yeah!" She puffed out her chest, and her breasts bounced back. My hand itched; I really wanted to squeeze them.

She said, "Men these days are all bad, and girls are smarter. They start liking honest men; they feel safe with them." "Don't worry!

Haha, that makes a lot of sense! I'll definitely be a model honest man from now on!

What? You want to be more popular with women?" She smiled gently. "

Haha, where do you live? I can give you a ride if we're going the same way!" I quickly changed the subject. In this small space, with her feminine fragrance, I was afraid I'd lose my composure if we continued with the original topic. "

Haha, you're embarrassed by this little conversation? I live in Jinxiu Community! Is it on your way?" "Honest man!" She gave me a sideways glance. Her eyes were so alluring! Turns out, she wasn't really a cold person after all!

What a coincidence! I live in Xinjin Jiayuan, not far from your complex! These two developments are actually by the same developer! I actually lied for the first time ever; I live in the completely opposite direction from hers.

After getting off the elevator, I went to the parking lot to get my car, and she waited for me at the exit.

I swiped my card, the security guard let me in, I slid the car to her side, and leaned over to open the door. She smiled, gracefully got in, and… Then, with practiced ease, I pulled the seatbelt down from her shoulder, looped it over her breasts, and fastened it, making her breasts appear even more prominent and rounded…

I pressed the accelerator, driving forward somewhat absentmindedly. We were both silent, the only sounds the engine. I could feel her breathing and my own heartbeat. After about half a kilometer, I snapped out of it and picked up a pure love CD, putting it in the player. Soon, Old Wolf's hoarse voice filled the air… There are many paths to love, but I chose you... This is a song I listened to a lot in college—"The Promise of a Wanderer," which many girls also loved. I glanced at her, wanting to observe her reaction. She trembled slightly, then quickly became absorbed in the song. I opened the window, lit a cigarette, and listened, lost in thought. When the song ended, she asked softly, "Can I put it on repeat?" "

Yes!" I pressed the repeat button. "

Did you love listening to this song in college?" she asked, her eyes brightening and sparkling. "

Yes! It has beautiful melodies and imagery about love, with a subtle shyness and a touch of helplessness that resonated with many college students back then. What's most appealing is the longing for love and unwavering loyalty!" I shared my feelings. "

Actually, there's another song that interprets love, and its beautiful love story is also very touching!

" "You mean 'The Most Romantic Thing'?" I asked.

"Yes! 'The most romantic thing in my life is growing old with you, until we can't go anywhere anymore, and you still cherish me like a treasure in your palm…'" She sang involuntarily, her voice sweet and melodious, her expression gentle and charming, making one feel completely relaxed and blissful. "

Don't you have a boyfriend?" I asked after she finished singing, offering some compliments.

"Sigh! Never mind!" she sighed, her wistful eyes instantly filling me with pity and tenderness.

Soon, I drove to the entrance of her apartment complex. She became unusually docile, saying in a grateful and pleading tone, "Thank you, would you like to come up for a while?"

"No! I have to go back and install the system, and I need to return the disk to you tomorrow!" I admit I'm not a gentleman, but I'm not the kind of person who takes pleasure in tormenting young women either. Besides, I really want to get back to installing the system as soon as possible.

Okay then! Bye-bye! She smiled and waved at me as she got out of the car.

Bye-bye!

Oh! Right! She seemed to suddenly remember something and turned back to me, saying, "Can I ride with you next time? We can split the gas!"

Hehe, of course! I'd be happy to do your bidding! I said these insincere words, secretly cursing myself. Who told me to lie and say it was "on the way"?

Hehe, okay! Thanks in advance, you can look at the things on my disk now! After she finished speaking, she turned and left, leaving me with a slender silhouette...

I sped up and drove back as if mesmerized. This woman aroused my desire to know more about her; she wasn't as cold as she seemed.

Back home, I immediately turned on my computer, plugged in her hard drive, and entered her world.

My initial expectation was to see if she had any pornographic videos on her drive—rumor has it that many girls love to collect these things—I wasn't trying to prove her promiscuity by pandering to her tastes; it was just curiosity, a desire to understand what kind of person she really was.

I started opening her files one by one, even company information and media business contacts (in my experience, file names are often misleading, for example, my pornographic video file was titled "A Few Things Discussed with My Wife").

Finally, I excitedly discovered a folder called "Life," and my hand trembled as I clicked the mouse. I immediately clicked, and inside were several more folders!

I scanned them briefly, then locked my first spot on "My Personal Space," my heart racing. I took a deep breath and entered. The result was utterly disappointing; it was full of Word documents, seemingly random thoughts and daily reflections based on the names.

I went back and clicked "My Personal Space," which was filled with photos of her life.

I went back and clicked "Wakkaka," and wow! A quick glance revealed nothing but movies! My spirits lifted immediately—this was going to be interesting!

But upon closer inspection, it deflated like a frostbitten eggplant—it was all Korean dramas!! Not even something like "Sex Is Zero"!

I turned her hard drive upside down, but couldn't find a single "a," let alone any movies! I was utterly deflated. Damn, it seems my thinking was too narrow-minded; I admit there's something wrong with my character!

So I got down to business, working on it for almost two hours until the system was installed. My stomach started growling, and just as I was thinking of getting something to eat, a guy tactfully called.

It was my classmate, inviting me out for drinks. He said he'd won a whole thousand yuan in the lottery with a two-yuan bet! He felt it would be unjust not to spend it. This guy is really loyal; he always thinks of me first when he's involved in corruption, and I always accept his invitations, sharing his hardships and triumphs in our corrupt lives!

I put on my shoes, closed the door, and headed straight for the place he'd mentioned.

We drank ourselves into a stupor, practically ready to hire prostitutes (we weren't considering anything else, just the fear of getting sick. So it was all talk and no action; we always backed down when it came to actually doing it).

I went to bed without even washing up when I got home

that night. I slept until the afternoon of the next day, the alcohol still lingering, my head throbbing. Those bastards, they're always like this when they drink; they won't stop until they've had their fill!

I patted my head, gave myself a quick wash, and then the phone rang. It was Zhang Min urging me to send the hard drive (she was probably hungry). I'd said I'd keep my word, so I immediately agreed to send it.

I arrived at the place we agreed upon yesterday, a weight lifted from my heart—the XX Restaurant. It really was just a restaurant, only nicely decorated and stylish; it wouldn't cost me a month's salary even if I ate there. Zhang Min was already waiting there. I went over and chuckled, meaning I was still keeping my word! She chuckled too, as if reading my mind, and said, "You're not worried about this place, are you?

Good wine and good food, order whatever you want!" I pretended not to care and said boldly.

She sat opposite me in a low-cut sweater, her body very close to the table, her breasts, which made my heart flutter, looked like a pair of balls resting on the edge of the table. The unique body fragrance made people particularly excited. I quickly picked up the cup and drank to cover up the fact that I was swallowing saliva...

She suddenly noticed my embarrassment, her eyes became panicked, and she said awkwardly: Haha, are you not used to asking women to have dinner alone?

Where where! I cheered up immediately. It's just that you are so beautiful, I was a little embarrassed.

Haha, a lot of people say I'm beautiful, but when you say that, I really think I'm beautiful! She chuckled, a little proud.

I am telling the truth, you are really beautiful, there is no one in the workplace who does not admire you!

hehe! She turned around in relief, smiled brightly, then took out a pack of cigarettes and said to me, thank you for sending me home yesterday!

The hardest thing to accept is the kindness of a beautiful woman! I must have this cigarette! I reached out and took it.

I finished the meal in my absent-mindedness, amidst her alluring charm. Because of a sudden issue at work, I didn't take her home; I went straight to the office to handle the problem.

That evening, I got home, took a shower, and planned to organize the data on my computer (some applications needed to be recovered—the information in the registration forms was lost).

When I turned on the computer, I broke out in a cold sweat. This was incredibly embarrassing!—I had transferred the data to Zhang Min's hard drive, but hadn't moved it back! Just then, my best friend called and invited me out for drinks, and I forgot about it when I got back! This person who always acted so respectable at work had now exposed all my privacy—including original works! I was as anxious as an ant on a hot plate, panicking about how to salvage the situation. At this moment, I was only hoping that Zhang Min hadn't looked at her hard drive yet, or I'd be doomed!

I immediately pulled out my phone and called Zhang Min.

"Hello! Zhang Min!" I spoke very quickly; even a fool could hear the panic in my voice.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Thank goodness! Her tone was calm, completely normal, and I breathed a slight sigh of relief. "

Um... um... my stuff is still on your hard drive; I forgot to move it back the other day! I need it urgently now, is it convenient for you? I'd like to come and get it now, and I'll bring it back to you first thing tomorrow morning!" My heart was pounding, terrified she wouldn't agree; things would get complicated if it took too long! "

Okay! Hehe, another chance for me to take advantage of you, you asked for it!" To my surprise, she didn't refuse, and I was completely relieved. "

Okay!" I'm coming right now! I felt like I'd found a lifeline and was about to head out.

Wait! She's being unreasonable; I didn't say you could come and get it first!

So what do you want? Right now, all I want is my things back, so I'll accept any conditions as long as they're not too unreasonable.

You need to take me to a bar for drinks first!

What time is it? I checked my watch, it's almost 10:30!

Not yet 10:30? The nightlife is just beginning!

Okay! I'll come pick you up!

The bar had an ambiguous style and a seductive atmosphere, with many artworks on the walls. Just looking at it made one's brain race; if some young people saw it, their lower bodies would probably get aroused to varying degrees as well. Zhang Min, however, seemed remarkably mature, with an expression of complete indifference, like a seasoned veteran. I was preoccupied, not really paying attention to the beauty before me; my immediate priority was getting my plate back as quickly as possible!

We found a place to drink and chatted idly. She said she was surprised by my understanding of love songs, saying it was exactly the same as hers! To please her, I showered her with compliments on her refined taste, as if I had found a kindred spirit. She was delighted and drank quickly.

Actually, I was quite surprised by her – I was surprised by her extraordinary alcohol tolerance. Even a heavy drinker like me was a bit timid, gradually becoming unable to hold her liquor, while she was full of energy, and the conversation flowed more and more. First, she talked about anecdotes from her university days, then about the joys and sorrows of her dorm sisters becoming mistresses. I basically played the role of a listener, it felt like I had never been to university, and she was giving me a tutorial on university life. Out of politeness to the storyteller, I pretended to be very surprised, occasionally interjecting with "Really?" or "That's amazing!" to express my ignorance and curiosity. After

talking for a while, she suddenly felt that it was inappropriate for her to dominate the conversation, so she said: "Why don't you tell us your story too?"

Hehe, I don't have much to say! You already know a lot about university life, so there's no point in talking about it! After starting work, my life has been pretty ordinary, nothing worth mentioning! I'm still thinking about that hard drive.

Hehe, no way! Many men have their own fascinating stories, and for a seemingly honest and kind man like you, there must be some very interesting ones! I also love hearing stories of honest men who aren't honest! She stared at me with a fiery gaze, as if trying to inspire me to recall things, or perhaps tempting me to say something outrageous, even if it's just made up!

Let me think about it! I lit a cigarette, pretending to be deep in thought. It seems she won't let me off the hook today unless I reveal some inside information!

To maintain the tone we'd established in our earlier conversation, I decided to tell you about a friend's affair with his mistress.

This friend and I have been friends for ten years; we met at a high school video rental store. Birds of a feather flock together, and we were kindred spirits. Every weekend we'd go to the video rental store—not to watch the gunfights or martial arts movies we'd seen countless times, but mainly to see the porn that was shown at the end (back then, the video rental stores near our school opened at 6 PM and closed at 11 PM, showing gunfights or martial arts movies before, and invariably, porn as the last film!).

One day, because the owner had shown a film we'd already seen, one of the guys, almost at the same time as me, stood up to protest, demanding a different one! They even claimed that they came to support them mainly because of their wide selection of films, and that if things continued like this, their reputation would be ruined!

Public opinion couldn't be ignored, so the boss obediently switched to a new film. We cherished this hard-won benefit and watched it from beginning to end with great relish!

From then on, my friend and I developed a mutual respect and often went to watch together, gradually becoming good friends. Later, I came up with a somewhat irregular rule—people who are keen on watching porn are generally quite intelligent, and many of them are successful. For example, this guy later became a glorious public servant! And in his small unit, he's a man of his word, capable of making dents in the ground even with a single bubble!

"When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust; when people are poor, they think of theft." This saying perfectly describes my friend. His long years of theoretical study during his adolescence resulted in exceptionally perfect development of his male genes. Eager to participate in the great revolutionary practice as soon as possible, he hastily married after graduation (now, whenever he mentions it, he weeps bitterly, regretting his youthful impetuosity). Married life wasn't what he had imagined in our conversations—"I'll have sex every day after marriage, like eating, three meals a day without fail, and I'll absolutely prioritize quality of life!" However, fate played a cruel trick on him; this gifted man met someone he wasn't particularly attracted to. He said it was like a world-class boxing champion practicing in a pile of cotton; the force he threw didn't get the expected strong response, it was utterly boring! This poverty fueled his thieving desires.

He started looking for the best outlet for his pent-up energy (because his wife was good to him, he couldn't bear to divorce her), so he began thinking about having a mistress.

As fate would have it, while inspecting work at the grassroots level, he met a physical education teacher from a local middle school at a roundabout banquet, and their situations complemented each other perfectly. They were a match made in heaven, a golden, dreamlike sexual combination. Their encounter wasn't like dry wood meeting a raging fire, but rather dry wood meeting gasoline! This kind of encounter, where evenly matched opponents meet, gives heroes a stage to display their talents…

I roughly described these situations to Zhang Min, without any exaggeration or embellishment, but she still listened in stunned silence, then laughed and said, “Food and sex are human nature!”

Later, feeling the bar was a bit too warm, she took off her clothes. Her high, prominent breasts were very eye-catching, and against her rosy cheeks and slightly panting breaths, they stirred up one’s most primal impulses. All the blood in my heart rushed to two places—my genitals and my forehead! “

What do you think about sex?” She was so blunt! I tried my best to steady myself, but I still accidentally knocked over my glass!

Hehe, look how nervous you are. Let's just call it an academic discussion, no need to be so nervous! Maybe I've had a bit too much to drink, but I noticed how alluring she was when she said that, so many things were on

the verge of being revealed. Cough...cough...a bit too much to drink! I tried to appear calm as I picked up my glass, mentally calculating the appropriate level of my next words—she'd already set the tone: it was about sex. As for the degree, that was up to me. Too superficial and she'd be unhappy; too explicit, and she'd think I was a pervert. This is truly like the reform and opening up of China, feeling my way across the river!

Regarding sex, it's actually our feudal ideology that has mystified it. Because I don't yet understand the true intention behind her academic discussion, I'd better be cautious and try to be more academic: this feudal understanding of mystifying sex must have its reasons and roots. In my view, it mainly stems from early people's worship of sex. People worship sex because of its sacredness; its most sacred aspect is that it enables humankind to reproduce and thrive. Secondly, it brings unparalleled pleasure and happiness, and it's also the most intimate form of human communication, enjoyed by everyone regardless of wealth or social status—it transcends national boundaries and class. If we specifically divide democracy and freedom into a certain field, then in this field, there is absolute democracy and freedom! Although in feudal times, this democracy and freedom had certain limitations under the constraints of arranged marriage—there was no freedom to choose a partner before marriage, but after marriage, one could freely enjoy one's sexual partner, which was also a form of freedom. Of course, this freedom was only for one's partner; it would be wrong to misunderstand it as the freedom to have casual sex with everyone! What do you think? I stopped and asked, trying to ascertain her true intentions. "

I've never heard of these theories before, but I think they make some sense! I don't want to hear anything too profound, a bit empty!" She answered, neither too disappointed nor too satisfied. "

Then give me some inspiration, haha!" I gave her the initiative.

For example, premarital sex and the role of sex in relationships!

I personally think these two topics can be summarized into one question for discussion: the role of sex in relationships. Premarital sex is mostly related to feelings; it's about "deep affection." Sex should hold an important place in a relationship; it's a means of exchanging emotions and expressing love. Some experts have shown that prostitutes rarely experience orgasm during sex, which I think is because the sex lacks emotional connection and is replaced by utilitarianism. So why do many people with good relationships often complain about their sex lives being uncoordinated?

Hehe, I'm a little embarrassed to answer that. Are you sure you want to hear it?

Of course, hehe!

I think it's a matter of technique! If the relationship is good, but the technique isn't mastered in specific actions, the situation you described will occur! There are techniques involved… I dare not go into details; I think this is the dividing line between scholarship and lewdness, so I'm handing the initiative back to her.

Hehe, go ahead! It's nothing, I'm not some little girl anymore, just learning a bit! Her eyes brightened even more, as if she'd swallowed a mouthful of saliva!

Then don't think I'm being lewd; discussing these issues inevitably involves saying things that might not be pleasant to hear. If you don't like it, just stop me! This is my last attempt to test the waters, and my last time being a gentleman. From now on, as long as she gives the go-ahead, I'll speak freely.

No way! Go ahead and say it! She's getting impatient; do I look like a personality technique expert?

To help you understand, let me explain a few terms first. The first is "erogenous zones"—these are areas with a high concentration of nerve endings, which in sexual terms are the sexual nerves. These areas are located in: 1. The genital area—for men, concentrated on the glans penis, scrotum, and perineum; for women, concentrated on the clitoris, labia majora and minora, and vaginal walls; 2. The inner thighs; 3. The area around the anus; 4. The lower abdomen, earlobes, and neck; 5. The female breasts, especially the nipples; Secondly, the G-spot—this is especially important for women. The female G-spot is located on the vaginal wall, about 3 centimeters inside the vaginal opening. The sexual nerves are highly concentrated here, and when stimulated by the back-and-forth friction of the glans penis, women can easily reach orgasm! Next, I'll introduce some common methods of intercourse: sexual intercourse, oral sex, and anal sex. Here, "sexual intercourse" is a narrower concept, a branch of sex specifically referring to the union of male and female genitalia, that is, the process of the man's penis entering the woman's vagina and thrusting back and forth. This is the most basic form of sex and also the most effective way for both men and women to reach orgasm. "Oral sex" involves both partners sucking or licking the genitals with their mouths or tongues. This method of sex is very stimulating and allows one to experience sex from a different perspective because the lips themselves are one of the erogenous zones—oh, right, I forgot about this when I talked about erogenous zones! The roughness of the tongue's surface, combined with its flexibility, can effectively stimulate the genitals in practice, thereby inducing orgasm. Oral sex can be performed alternately by one person, or it can be performed simultaneously by both people, the so-called "69" position. I will discuss the techniques and details later.

Anal sex usually refers to the penetration of a man's penis into a woman's anus. Of course, it can also refer to a woman using sexual enhancement products to insert into a man's or her own anus to obtain psychological pleasure. The area around the anus is itself a sexually sensitive area. Furthermore, the anal sphincter muscles are tighter, making it easier for men to experience a girlish tightness and reach orgasm compared to vaginal penetration. At the same time, women also gain great satisfaction.

At this point, Zhang Min made no attempt to interrupt. Her brows were furrowed, her face flushed, and the veins on her neck were faintly visible. Her chest rose and fell with her breath, and her hand rubbed back and forth on her wine glass, her eyes fixed on me.

She took a sip of her drink, lit another cigarette, and continued her academic discourse without hesitation. I felt a pleasure akin to that of sex; I wondered if she felt the same? If she did, then we were engaging in a genuine spiritual sexual encounter.

Now, I will discuss the techniques in detail. To facilitate my explanation and your understanding, I would like to use a scenario—for example, the intense sexual climax experienced by Xiao Wang and his wife Xiao Li during a weekend encounter. That evening, Xiao Wang and Xiao Li secretly made careful preparations. They ate dinner early and went for a walk together. Xiao Li pressed her body close to Xiao Wang's, her breasts rubbing against him intentionally or unintentionally. Xiao Wang wrapped his arms around Xiao Li's waist, placing his hand between her other breast and lower abdomen, occasionally whispering sweet nothings in her ear... After about half an hour, they returned home for a romantic bath. While bathing, they first embraced each other naked, caressing each other's backs, buttocks, and clefts, twisting their bodies to let their breasts squeeze and rub against each other. Xiao Wang began to kiss Xiao Li's earlobe, earlobe, neck, and then her lips with his hot lips.

Xiao Li closed her eyes and moaned softly. When their lips met, Xiao Wang cupped Xiao Li's head in his hands and gradually slipped his tongue into her mouth. Xiao Li responded passionately with her own tongue, their tongues licking and intertwining. At this moment, Xiao Li would involuntarily free one hand to grasp and knead her husband's penis... After about 5-10 minutes, Xiao Wang's mouth began to slowly move downwards. His wife tilted her head back, placed her hands on her husband's head, and moaned even louder, letting her husband kiss her chest... Finally, Xiao Wang bent over, his lips slowly moving from her neck to her chest, finally kissing her breasts back and forth, sucking and licking her erect nipples. His hands would move to his wife's lower body, one hand stroking her inner thighs, the other going around to her buttocks, stroking back and forth across the cleft, finally reaching her vulva. He would first stroke her entire vulva, then gently pinch and rub her clitoris with his middle and index fingers. At this point, he would feel a certain degree of stickiness in his wife's private parts—this wasn't bathwater, which has a harder texture, while the stickiness here was softer and thicker. To give an analogy, it felt like brake fluid. This is the love fluid secreted by Xiao Li due to her husband's stimulation, commonly known as "lubricant." At this time, Xiao Li will involuntarily twist her body, and her hands will also reach up to caress her breasts. She feels a surge of heat inside her, a desire that wants to burst forth. At the same time, her vagina is engorged with blood, itchy and swollen inside, and she longs for something to be inserted.

If Xiao Wang persists a little longer, he can pick up his wife, let her wrap her legs around his waist, exposing her pink vulva, and aim for penetration. Xiao Li is already impatient, so Xiao Wang doesn't need to do anything else. He just needs to hold his wife firmly. His wife will hug his neck and twist vigorously, raising and lowering her buttocks while making circular motions, trying to insert her husband's penis as deeply as possible so that the surging undercurrent can gush out. They could also change positions. Xiao Li would bend forward, and Xiao Wang would penetrate her vagina from behind, cupping and kneading her breasts with his hands… Until finally, Xiao Li's moans grew louder and her writhing more violently, almost into incoherent babbling. Xiao Wang would then increase the frequency and speed of his thrusts, trying to penetrate all the way in each time. Within a minute, he would feel a gush of heat spurt from his wife's vagina, sometimes accompanied by a soft… *Plop—or *smack—* Almost simultaneously, Xiao Wang also ejaculated, his penis and vagina completely enveloped in a warm, overflowing fluid. Both he and his wife were drenched in sweat, their bodies immediately going limp… After showering, they went to bed to rest. If they weren't quite done, they would continue their activities in bed…

At this moment, I noticed Zhang Min starting to pant softly, her forehead damp with sweat, her eyes becoming hazy and confused. My lower body was throbbing, and when I stretched out my leg, it touched her calf. Just as I was about to move away to avoid suspicion, her other calf followed, trapping my penis between them.

Now, tell me about what happened in bed with them! She bit her rosy cherry lips, very sexy—to me, it was clearly a provocation!

I seized the opportunity to expand my gains: Xiao Wang and Xiao Li returned to bed, completely satisfied—both naked. Xiao Wang used a pillow as a backrest, half-lying down, and reached his hand under Xiao Li's armpit, spreading his palm slightly inward, forming a bra shape to cover Xiao Li's breasts, his palm touching her nipples, his fingers kneading her soft and elastic breasts. Xiao Li nestled against him, her hands gently stroking her husband's chest, whispering, "That felt so good!" As Xiao Wang's fingertips moved upwards and gently twisted his wife's swollen nipples, Xiao Li seemed to be electrocuted. Her legs instinctively tightened and moved back and forth, and one hand unconsciously reached down to her vulva and began to rub it... Xiao Wang gently pulled Xiao Li's hand away from her vulva and placed it on his penis, while his own hand caressed Xiao Li's clitoris and labia... Xiao Li's body trembled slightly, and she let out a soft moan. Her soft, fleshy hands stroked her husband's engorged penis back and forth... Xiao Wang felt his wife's clitoris harden, so he parted her labia and slowly inserted his middle finger. It was wet and warm inside. Xiao Li squeezed her legs tighter... Seeing that the time was right, Xiao Wang flipped his middle finger upwards, exploring the upper wall of his wife's vagina. He stopped at a relatively firm spot and began to gently push and rub. Xiao Li let out a soft moan, "Ah—," and whispered, "That's it, husband, I want you!"

...Xiao Wang skillfully rubbed and kneaded, soon feeling new fluid overflowing from his wife's vagina... Xiao Li rolled over and turned, burying her head between her husband's thighs, opening her red, sexy lips to take his penis into her mouth, sucking and licking... Then she licked the glans and coronal sulcus with her tongue, while her other hand kneaded the scrotum and testicles... Xiao Wang wasn't idle either, he... His wife's position exposed her lower body right in front of his face. He used his hands to pry open his wife's buttocks, moved closer, and licked her. His tongue swirled inside her vagina, and his nose rubbed against her anus... until they were both incredibly wet. Xiao Li was already at the peak of excitement. She immediately flipped over and straddled her husband, taking his hard penis and shoving it into her burning vulva, repeatedly saying, "Husband, you're so good! I want it! Oh-oh-oh-oh-I want to go!" As she spoke, she frantically twisted her lower body, the wet sounds of flesh colliding and Xiao Li's increasingly loud moans filling the room. The air was thick with the scent of orgasm… Xiao Wang lay back, his hands gripping his wife's breasts, thrusting upwards forcefully…

At this moment, Zhang Min's breathing became even more rapid, as if she had entered the role of the heroine. One hand, which had been resting on the table, slowly moved downwards. Her eyes, though glazed, revealed a strong desire; her lust was clearly rising. She parted her lips and whispered, "I want to go back! Will you see me off?"

I, too, was burning with desire, and got up to help her. Perhaps she really couldn't hold her liquor, for she obediently reached out, rose, and leaned softly against me. Her large, sexy breasts pressed unabashedly against me. Stimulated by her uniquely feminine breaths and the fragrance emanating from her body, I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, whispering, almost biting her ear, "I'll give it to you!"

She looked at me with eyes full of longing and unbearable desire and said, "I want that too!" Then she wrapped her arms around me like snakes. I carried her soft body outside, her hands roaming over my chest, my hands involuntarily moving to her breasts… To avoid being seen, I quickened my pace until we reached the outside of the bar. The streets were nearly deserted. I pinned her against the wall and kissed her passionately. She responded strongly, placing her hands on my crotch…

Just then, the awful roar of an engine blared, the blinding headlights illuminating our dim corner like daylight. She quickly pulled away from my embrace, awkwardly tidying her disheveled hair, repeatedly apologizing, “I’m sorry, I’ve had too much to drink!” I stared at her in surprise. The engine noise and the headlights seemed to sober her up considerably, revealing a hint of the cold indifference and disdain she displayed at work! I couldn’t care less. I leaned closer to her face, but she suddenly pulled away, saying, "Don't do that! You've had too much to drink!" Then she quickly pulled a portable hard drive from her bag and handed it to me, saying, "Go home early, you don't need to see me off!" After shoving the hard drive into my hands, she fled towards an oncoming taxi...

This sudden turn of events was like a bucket of cold water poured over me. I stood there, dumbfounded, watching the taxi drive away, wanting to chase after it and overturn that wrecked vehicle! Why did this happen? Why did the sure thing fly away? I walked towards my car, feeling dejected and depressed, constantly glancing back at the direction the taxi had gone. A question kept nagging at me: what was she worried about, or was she hiding something? At the same time, I made up my mind—I had to get her!

Dejected, I opened the car door, tossed the hard drive onto the passenger seat, started the engine—released the handbrake—shifted gears—and stepped on the gas. The car, as if in a fit of rage, lurched forward…

Back home, I was burning with lust. I immediately turned on my computer, connected the hard drive, and started watching my classic porn: Western, Japanese, South Korean, Hong Kong, Taiwan, mainland China, and even my own films—old, young, 2P, 3P, even group sex, same-sex, opposite-sex, and even interracial! I vented my frustration by scanning everything, usually fast-forwarding to the crucial parts. At the end, I shamefully summoned my old subordinates—Left and Right—whom I hadn't contacted in years—to solve the problem… My

anger subsided. While copying my data back to my computer, I also looked at her information—as the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. I needed to understand her thoroughly and comprehensively, to find the crux of the problem so I could prescribe the right remedy—the only shortcut at the moment was to carefully examine her information; perhaps I could find some clues.

I first opened the "Mental Space" files under her "Life Files" directory—I remembered seeing them before; they contained random thoughts and diary entries. To analyze a person, you have to start from their inner self.

I read through her thoughts and diary with very mixed feelings, regretting that I was so focused on finding porn on her hard drive that I overlooked these things. If I had seen them back then, I wouldn't be in this situation today. I might have been a completely different person—gently guiding and advising me, earnestly teaching me, and wholeheartedly helping me, caring for her like a brother. The more I read, the more I felt despicable, pathetic, and worse than a beast. No amount of derogatory language used to describe a shameful man would be an exaggeration! Self-blame and fear filled my mind. Tomorrow I have to go to work, and these colleagues I see every day—besides this problem, how am I supposed to face them? How incredibly awkward is this? I chain-smoked, my mind racing, trying to salvage the situation. Ideally, I wanted to become her a close friend. To make amends for my mistake, I was willing to do anything to help her out of her confusion and helplessness. I'd give her anything, except my life. Her records were perfectly preserved, including her life reflections and daily life from university to graduation and starting work. In one of her entries (probably shortly after entering university), she wrote: "Why am I not happy?

In university, to outsiders, I'm a carefree princess—beautiful, from a wealthy family, and always using the best of everything." Every time my parents come to visit, they bring big bags and small bags, containing snacks as well as some high-end consumer goods, such as laptops and the latest mobile phones. Basically, I get to use any good stuff they have right away. My bank account has never had less than 5,000 yuan. Every time I withdraw a little and spend it, the number has increased by the time I visit again. I know it's either my parents depositing money into my account. My account is like it has an automatic top-up program, only the amount is different each time—sometimes 1,000 more, sometimes only 800. I still don't understand why, if they can be so good to their own daughter, they can't be a little better to each other? Even just a tiny bit!

From as far back as I can remember, I've never experienced what other children do—going to the park, riding bumper cars, having picnics with their parents… All they gave me was abundant material comforts and a constant, irreconcilable conflict of nitpicking, arguments, verbal abuse, and even physical violence!

In this seemingly sunny and happy family, I witnessed so many sordid things that I still can't understand! I once caught my mother naked with another man in the house, and I once accidentally broke into my father's office and found him having sex with a woman! I learned about the despicable and vulgar nature of such acts far too early. I hate them! Why did they have to do this? Why didn't they divorce, start their own families, and live an honest life? Is the sake of the children really a respectable excuse and reason? So, I hate my parents in my heart, and I also hate relationships between men and women! Disgusting!!!

Why am I not happy?

Then I saw another piece of her opinion and disgust about love and relationships between men and women. This piece should have been written when she was a sophomore or junior in college: Is it necessary???

It's terrifying! All my roommates have boyfriends! Is college just a marriage agency and a place for people to get horny? Every night, they come back very late, all with happy and blissful expressions. Soon after entering the dormitory, they start whispering sweet nothings on the phone, saying the most cheesy things imaginable, like "darling," "give me a kiss," "kiss," "I miss you so much I don't want to sleep," etc., filling my ears. There are even people who shamelessly say they want to do what happened on the playground again! Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting!!

Some people often don't come back to sleep—everyone knows they're out having affairs with me and my boyfriend! Even worse, some have moved out of their dorms and are renting apartments off-campus with their boyfriends! Is sex really that wonderful and indescribable? Can it be eaten or worn as clothing? Is love just about sex? What is love? It's mutual admiration and support, flying wing to wing, progressing together! When I need love, I absolutely refuse to have sex in between!

However, I currently have no desire for love; it seems I'm inherently incompatible with it! Those guys who pursue me are only after my money and looks, and of course, some want to seduce me and then do those despicable things! Don't even think about it, get lost! If one day I really surrender, then that person is definitely an exceptionally outstanding and utterly clichéd individual! But, is that possible? Maybe yes, maybe no! Let it be, let nature take its course!!

The following posts are her thoughts on some of her roommates becoming mistresses, and also her accusations against her sister's miscarriage; these are basically things she's told me before. I skimmed through them and skipped over them, then carefully read about her experiences with her boyfriend in college, and after reading them, I understood why she was so sensitive to engine noise and loud headlights.

The following is her expression of joy and happiness at finding her Prince Charming: Hehe, God hasn't let me down!

First of all, I want to shout: Thank you, God! Hehe, the reason I thank him is because—he hasn't let me down! I thought I'd never find love in my life, but unexpectedly, God brought Ah Kun to me! Really, it's God's blessing—Ah Kun is a boyfriend who perfectly meets all my requirements! Gentle and refined, clean and neat, tall and slender, extraordinary, outstanding, witty and humorous… Hehe, am I being a bit blind? Anyway, whether I am or not, I like him very much!

Meeting Ah Kun is so strange, and I've started to truly believe in fate! That day I went to the cafeteria for lunch, and it was peak mealtime. Our darn cafeteria was packed! (Hehe, thinking back now, the cafeteria was so cute!) I carried my tray around looking for an empty table, but couldn't find one! I had to make do, so I randomly picked a table that was already occupied but had one empty seat and sat down (note, I didn't have any ulterior motives; it was completely unintentional!). After I sat down, I looked at the person opposite me. It was a guy, a very sunny and refreshing guy! He moved his tray a bit, gave me a very friendly look, as if to say, "Hehe, I'll make some room for you!" I quietly said thank you! He smiled and said it was nothing! After saying that, he buried his head in his food. You could tell from how he ate that he was a very well-mannered person, and he wasn't like those guys who would try to flirt with you with their smooth talk and shifty eyes.

I also buried my head in my food, but a strange feeling suddenly arose in my heart, and I couldn't help but steal glances at him. He was so focused on eating that he was completely unaware that my gaze had already swept over him several times, haha! Halfway through my meal, I gasped for breath, quickly sticking out my tongue and fanning myself with my hand to cool down the spiciness—there was chili in the food I ordered today! What the hell, I remember specifically checking before ordering! Just as I was about to get up to get a Coke, the boy pushed a Coke towards me, politely saying, "Hey, you drink this, I haven't touched it. I didn't want to drink it anyway, it'd be a waste to throw it away!" I already had a strange fondness for him, and with his sincere eyes, I didn't hesitate to say thank you and pick up the cup...

After drinking the cola, I lost my appetite and couldn't eat anything more. Plus, sitting there felt a bit awkward—like a rabbit had run into my arms. So I quickly packed up and left—a bit of an escape, haha! I don't even know what I was escaping from.

After eating, I rushed to the broadcasting station. That guy's face kept popping into my head—it was really weird! I went to the broadcasting station to prepare for an interview tomorrow morning—there's someone in our school who's not only academically excellent but also runs a small company that hires underprivileged students to help out, and they share the profits! I'm said to be a person of good character and intelligence, and the person from the station who contacted him said he's also handsome!

I wasn't originally slated to be the host, but the original host got sick, so I had to fill in! To prepare for tomorrow's show, I need to brush up on the relevant information first.

Working until past 10 PM, I finally memorized the information of the person coming to Taiwan for an interview: male, Han Chinese, computer science major, both parents are university teachers, fascinated by computers since childhood, and after entering university, he volunteered to install computers for classmates and the department, also serving as the computer lab administrator; in his sophomore year, he started a computer company—specializing in installing computers for university students, while also taking computer courses and selling complete/disassembled computers; the company adopted democratic management, all employees were students from impoverished backgrounds, and the income was split equally among everyone… Our interview questions mainly focused on: how he balances his studies and company affairs, and how he performs so well in both? Also, what are his views on university student entrepreneurship? What are the reasons that he only hires students from impoverished backgrounds?

I returned to my dorm room and was about to open the closet to get my underwear to take a shower when I suddenly realized I'd lost my keys!

I searched my entire body and every nook and cranny, but still nothing. It seemed my only hope was the radio station; I might have left them there. But they were closed now, so I had to endure the night and come back to shower after my show the next day…

The next day, I went to the radio station early to see if my keys were there. I searched everywhere but couldn't find them. I was so angry! My carelessness, my old habit, had caused me so much trouble! Oh well, I decided to give up looking and wait until after my show to have someone break the lock! Just as

the interview was about to start, the student who was hosting us led in someone! Oh my god! It was him!!

He was just as surprised as I was. We exchanged greetings, and I was about to tell him the details of the program. Before I could even speak, he magically produced my keys, laughing and saying, "You left these in the cafeteria yesterday! I was planning to hand them over to your radio station today to help them find the owner, but I didn't expect to meet you right here! Haha!

What a coincidence! A bit unbelievable, haha :), is this what they call fate?" Next, I conducted an exclusive interview with him. We worked together very well, and throughout the program, I had a very special feeling—a feeling I had never experienced before that filled my heart. Although my heart was pounding, I felt extremely comfortable, happy, and at ease. Every glance from him was so comforting and satisfying. Every time we made eye contact, I felt a warm current flowing through my heart…

His demeanor on the program further increased my admiration for him—polite, courteous, and unpretentious. For example, when I asked him if he ever felt he didn't have enough time to balance his studies and career, he said that time is like water in a sponge; if you squeeze it, you'll always find some! I'd heard those words before, but the way he expressed them—in his magnetic voice and sincere manner—gave them a completely different feel, inspiring genuine respect! I asked why he only admitted students from impoverished backgrounds and why the income was split equally. He replied that it was simply because he believed in the most basic principle of being human—that all people are equal, though there may be differences in material or spiritual aspects, but their dignity and self-respect are absolutely equal! People in society should help each other, share resources, and in the allocation of resources, try to take care of disadvantaged groups caused by the system or lack of opportunity, making equality more widespread! How profound and thought-provoking his words were! I have to admit, he was the first person I admired in university!

Back in my dorm that night, I couldn't help but hum "The Promise of a Wanderer": "There are many roads to love, but I chose you..." My mind was filled with his image, and my heart was so sweet—he said he could find time to help me with my notebook—it keeps crashing!

Hehe :), That's how I met Ah Kun, and of course, we started dating! With him, I felt the sweetness of love and the happiness of being a girl cherished and loved by her boyfriend! Every time we hold hands, my heart flutters—I wonder what a kiss tastes like? (We've only been holding hands so far). If he kisses me on Valentine's Day, I won't object! Shh! Hehe :)

I'll say it again: Thank God! Hehe!

After reading this, I felt as if I had returned to my university days, to that pure and beautiful sky. I could almost see a happy young couple inseparable, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Because I wanted to see the outcome of the Valentine's Day story he described, I didn't linger and went straight to find it—such a grand ceremony should be there!

I found it quickly! —A Depressing Valentine's Day! It was filled with shyness, disappointment, frustration, and anger—not because Sun Kun's actions that day didn't meet her expectations, but because of the strong condemnation and protest against the interference with their plans!

"A Depressing Valentine's Day!": Today is Valentine's Day, but this depressing and disappointing Valentine's Day is infuriating (please forgive my swearing, but only swearing can express my feelings right now).

I had already told myself that if Ah Kun kissed me today, I wouldn't refuse! It all depends on that guy's luck.

This morning, before I even got out of bed, Ah Kun called to wake me up, saying he was downstairs! He wanted to give me something (he took me out for Hans BBQ last night and said he had a surprise gift for me today). I went downstairs, still half asleep. He was already waiting in the lobby—he must have been meticulously prepared for today; his outfit couldn't have been put together in less than half an hour: a beige casual suit, a dark plaid velvet shirt, off-white casual trousers, and dark brown casual platform shoes. These simple items, combined with his tall, slender, and neither too thin nor too fat frame, made him look sunny, handsome, and full of youthful energy. My disheveled appearance, on the other hand, was a stark contrast to him—cartoon slippers, a baggy pink pajama top, and messy hair. When Ah Kun saw me like this, he couldn't help but laugh! He struck a cool pose like Stephen Chow—turning his head to the side and raising his hand in a "go back" gesture. We both laughed. I grabbed him and said, "Where's the stuff?

Miss, if I may be so bold, I'm afraid with you, you'll never get it!" Ah Kun tossed his head, mimicking Stephen Chow.

"Hehe, I don't care, give it to me now!" I held my palm out in front of him. "

Hehe, then hold on tight!" He pulled a slip of paper from his pocket, pointed his finger, and solemnly placed it in my palm. His expression and actions were comical—which is what I like about him. To outsiders, he's a bookworm and a workaholic, lacking in romance and humor. But only by truly entering his life and having the closest contact can you discover his wit, humor, and cunning.

"Ah—? That's it?" I pretended to be disappointed, but my curiosity immediately piqued—this guy's note is definitely more than just love words or poems!

"Hehe, this is really valuable! You go back to your room first and study it! I'm leaving!" He said and then mysteriously walked away.

Sigh—! I really wanted to stop him, but he had already slipped out the door.

Unable to call him back, I eagerly unfolded the note in my hand. Hehe! It turned out to be a map—he made it with CorelDRAW, and I immediately recognized it as our school and some nearby locations. It showed: the cafeteria, the broadcasting station, classrooms, the park, the restaurant outside the school gate, and even his company. Each location was marked with a red line indicating the route, along with Arabic numerals 1, 2, 3, 4, 5… The map had explanations at the bottom.

Hehe, so this was a treasure map! Ah Kun told me to find them myself. He wrote to Minmin: "I've prepared many gifts for you today, but you have to find them yourself. The reason I'm doing this is because other methods are too mundane and conventional. You are a very special girl—and of course, the only girl I truly cherish in this life. So, I wanted to give you what I wanted to give you this way. Besides being fun, I also wanted to tell you a life philosophy—many things require effort to achieve, such as our future family and career. We all need to work hard, strive, and fight for them. I love you! Go find your gifts! May you always be a happy little princess!"

Hehe, this is so exciting! I rushed back to my dorm, tidied myself up, and hurried downstairs, studying the treasure map while munching on bread.

Looking at the map, I needed to go to the cafeteria first, since it was marked as number 1. But what to do there? There were no clues; it was up to fate!

I quickly racked my brain for information related to the cafeteria, and suddenly an idea struck me—that's it! My first encounter with him was in the cafeteria! So I went straight to the table where we first ate.

It was breakfast time, and although many people were lazy, especially the boys who were used to skipping breakfast, our school had a large population, and the cafeteria wasn't big, so even the few people eating there made it bustling! As soon as I reached the second-floor entrance, I saw that the table was already occupied! I felt too embarrassed to go over there rashly, so I waited for those people to leave…

This kind of waiting felt like an eternity; partly, I wanted to see what was there as soon as possible. Secondly, I was afraid they might sabotage the scene, causing trouble for my treasure hunt, or even ruining the whole exciting game!

I waited anxiously for about 10 minutes, feeling like my hair had turned white from waiting! As soon as they left, I rushed over as fast as I could, afraid someone else would covet the table!

There was nothing on the table except some soup and debris. The area under the table and chairs was empty; I found nothing. Had my initial thinking been wrong? Was it a trap? But no! He wouldn't do that to make me happy, and besides, he wouldn't want his plan to fail! So I started imagining what he would do with the traps, and suddenly it dawned on me! Heh heh, you idiot, trying to fool me? Not so easy! It must be here! As I suddenly realized what was going on, my hand reached behind the dining table. Haha! There was an envelope on the back, taped shut with double-sided tape. It was still hard inside. I bent down and pulled it off, my heart

pounding with excitement. What was inside? Hehe, finally found it! A sense of accomplishment welled up inside me, and my heart was pounding. On the envelope was Ah Kun's familiar, strong, and angular regular script handwriting. The message read, "Hehe, little girl, are you thinking, 'Finally found it!'?" My heart is still pounding! Isn't it? Hurry up and look, or we won't have enough time!

This guy is practically a mind reader; he already knows what I'm thinking!

I quickly tore open the envelope, eager to see what was inside. Why was it too late?

It turned out to be a CD! There was a note inside. Hehe, girl, hurry up and host your "Morning Blessings," or you'll be late. Since you have this opportunity, use your special privilege to play this disc on the radio—you don't need to say anything when the show starts today, just play this disc, and then you can continue hosting. Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless!

I checked my watch, 7:00! I was so focused on the treasure hunt that I almost forgot I was supposed to host the show at 7:10, thankfully Ah Kun reminded me. This guy is so meticulous and calculating; it seems there's more to come. He's probably been planning today's treasure hunt for a long time, and it's all been carefully calculated!

I ran all the way to the station, my heart filled with curiosity and excitement brought by that mysterious disc.

Entering the broadcasting studio, I turned on the equipment, put on my headphones, and without even checking if it was time, I put the CD in.

Haha! It turned out he was lip-syncing using software—after the program's introductory background music, my voice came through the background music: "Good morning everyone, I'm Zhang Min, it's time for our 'Morning Greetings' again. First of all, I wish everyone a happy holiday, and a pleasant work and study experience! At a classmate's request, before we play any songs, he will dedicate a song to all the couples in the school, wishing everyone a happy marriage, success in their careers, and that lovers will be united! He also sincerely wishes his girlfriend a happy holiday, and that she will always be a happy little princess!" After my opening remarks, a beautiful and melodious prelude began, and soon Lao Lang sang with deep emotion: "There are many roads to love, but I chose you... I've opened my diary, and your name is everywhere... There's a song in my repertoire about you who once broke my heart, and there's a song in my repertoire about peeling apples for you... I also once pointed to the flowing river and said I would create a warm little nest for you..."

I listened quietly to the program I was hosting, from surprise to emotion, and finally, two streams of hot tears flowed down my face. I felt like the happiest person in the world! I vowed in my heart that I would only love Ah Kun in this life!

Near the end, I switched my voice back to continue hosting. Since Ah Kun's recording was entirely in my hosting style and voice, there wasn't a single flaw...

The program ended at 7:35. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed straight to the classroom, filled with happiness, excitement, and curiosity—the map showed a classroom, and I happened to have a class, so Ah Kun's pill must be in my classroom!

When I arrived at the classroom, most of the students were already there, just waiting for the bell to ring and for the teacher to arrive, not a minute or a second earlier. Some were reading newspapers, while others were joking and playing. I walked to my usual seat—our classmates all like to sit where they like, and we've gradually settled on a fixed spot. But today, someone had left a cushion on my seat! Just as I was about to ask whose cushion it was, I immediately smiled knowingly—it must be Ah Kun's doing! The cushion was brand new! I happily sat down, and while putting my bag down, I found a beautiful gift box in the drawer. I quickly opened it, and lo and behold! It was a very elegant women's fountain pen, along with a note: "Don't be angry, I've saved the seat, but now the pen and cushion are yours!" Didn't you like this chair cushion when we went shopping last time? I'm going to buy it for you now, hoping it will help you concentrate better in class; the fountain pen is the one I chose for you, didn't you want to practice calligraphy? How can you do that without the right tools? Okay, let's get ready for class, after class we'll go to the next stop!

I couldn't concentrate on this class at all, my whole body was enveloped in intense happiness and sweetness—although I didn't receive any bright red roses like the other classmates did! But I was already floating on air, completely intoxicated.

At this moment, my mind was filled with Ah Kun's image, I missed him terribly—although I only saw him this morning and it's only been a few hours, it feels like we haven't seen each other for a century! I was agonizingly waiting for the end of class, I secretly texted Ah Kun but he didn't reply—his phone was off!

Every day felt like an eternity!

After class, I rushed to the garden, where Ah Kun was already waiting for me! He held a rose in his hand, gazing at me with deep affection. Forgetting my usual reserve, I ran over and threw myself into his arms like a little bird, clinging to him tightly as if afraid he would fly away. It was the first time I had ever embraced a man other than my father so intimately. The moment our bodies touched, I trembled all over, like an electric shock, numb from head to toe. My heart raced, and my whole body burned, as if an innate impulse had been unleashed within me… Because of the crowd, I reluctantly pulled away…

He gave me the flower, saying, “I only have one rose in my life—it belongs only to you!” I took the flower, greedily inhaling its fragrance. “

Let’s go eat!” Ah Kun took my hand and led me outside.

I felt that strange feeling again, and I foolishly let him lead me forward. At that moment, I wished he could ignore the passersby and give me a kiss, a long kiss!

He took me to the restaurant on the treasure map, ordered my favorite dishes, and kept putting food on my plate. I happily enjoyed it all, my eyes never leaving him. I wanted to carefully admire this man who belonged to me—high nose, big eyes, full lips, and a broad chest… The heat inside me surged again, quickly spreading to my ears, neck, and cheeks. My face turned red and hot…

After a hazy meal, Ah Kun said he didn't have class in the afternoon and had to go to the company. He told me to go directly to his company after class, and then we could have dinner together. He also gave me a gift from his company!

After parting ways with Ah Kun, I suddenly felt like a kite with a broken string, aimlessly returning to school, Ah Kun's image lingering…

My afternoon classes lasted until 7 o'clock! I groggily made it through, and as soon as the teacher announced the end of class, I was the first to run out of the classroom and head straight to Ah Kun's company by taxi!

When I arrived, Ah Kun was still busy. Seeing me, he stopped what he was doing and asked me with concern if I was hungry. I said no. Then he poured me a glass of water and went to get the gift I had given him—a beautiful necklace!

I admired it with great delight, and after I had played with it enough, he said, "Let me put it on you!" His tone was gentle yet firm. I obediently handed him the necklace and stretched my neck out.

He unfastened the clasp, stood in front of me, held one end in each hand, and leaned over to fasten it from behind! I could feel his warm breath on my ear, and I involuntarily leaned forward, my chest pressed against his. Unable to suppress the urge, I hugged him tightly, trying to release that inexplicable feeling… "

There's someone at the company!" Ah Kun whispered in my ear, almost right next to it. His warm breath quickly seeped into my body… Then, reluctantly, I pulled away, the pleasure of the tight embrace vanishing abruptly…

While waiting for Ah Kun to finish his work, my gaze kept following him, and I remained in a daze until it was time to eat.

The food on the table was still my favorite, but I had no appetite at all. I felt like I had lost something, but I didn't know what it was.

After we finished eating and came out of the restaurant, the streets were already brightly lit. Because the restaurant was in a rather remote location, we had to walk through a darker street before we could hail a taxi back.

I clung tightly to Ah Kun's hand, his elbow brushing against my chest with each step! We slowly walked into the dimly lit street. The further we went, the stronger the strange impulse in my heart became. Ah Kun's breathing became rapid, and my heart pounded as if I were waiting for a storm to break. In that instant, we almost simultaneously pressed our lips to each other's, kissing passionately and wildly...

The moment our fiery lips touched, I felt a shiver run through my body, and I immediately felt dizzy. Instinctively, my lips moved in response to Ah Kun's rapid breathing and his moving lips. Gradually... our mouths slowly opened, and the kiss became more open and spacious... He extended his tongue... I immediately responded with my own tongue... I felt unbearably hot all over, and I tightly hugged his neck with both hands. My blood was surging and churning, and I couldn't help but twist my body, hoping that the thing throbbing inside me would break through that invisible wall and erupt...

Just as we were kissing passionately, completely immersed in that blissful, tingling, and swollen feeling, a noisy motorcycle screeched past, and the rider screamed and whistled at us...

Ah Kun and I were roughly jolted awake, abruptly separated, and staring at the departing brutisher, we held our breath in shock, unable to recover for a long time... After regaining our senses, the passion and feelings from just now had vanished... We

returned to school with lingering fear, and because of the lingering fear, our kiss never happened again. This was a depressing Valentine's Day. The whole day was filled with romance and surprises, but it was all completely ruined in the end. That was my first kiss with Ah Kun! It was the kiss I longed for most, the one I was most passionate about!

Damn pedestrians, damn place, what a depressing Valentine's Day disaster!!!

After reading this, I finally understand why she was so sensitive to the sound of the engine! I also feel regret and heartache for my own overzealousness. At the same time, I subconsciously feel a sense of rejection towards Ah Kun in the story!

I'm increasingly interested in what happened to them afterward. I really want to see what happened when they came back. Judging from Zhang Min's description of herself, it's impossible for nothing to happen between them, because Zhang Min has a strong desire and need deep down!

So I started searching for more sensitive words, such as pleasure, excitement, passion, and kiss.

What they did next made me go through a series of emotions: regret, heartache, contempt, silence, shock, and righteous indignation...

This is a story about Zhang Min and A Kun being abruptly interrupted when they were once again consumed by lust.

In her diary, Zhang Min wrote: "I admit that due to the influence of my parents' unhealthy lifestyle, my understanding of matters between men and women (sex) was flawed, and my insights into the relationship between sex and love were not as unique as I thought. At the same time, I also admit that I am not a saint detached from worldly affairs. Since Valentine's Day, I feel something dormant within me has been awakened, and this awakening thunder was the series of intimate actions I had with Ah Kun that day." From then on, whenever I fell asleep at night or woke up in the morning, that surging heat inside me would begin. My mind was filled with Ah Kun's image and the scene of our kiss. I would often lie still, quietly savoring that feeling, or fantasizing about the pleasure of that surging thing being released if I hadn't been interrupted. The more I fantasized, the wetter and hotter my lower body became. I often tucked the blanket between my legs, and later I even reached out and touched my genitals... Afterwards, I felt very guilty, thinking that I was vulgar! But I can't help it. I seem to be obsessed with this thing, constantly feeling guilty, only to repeat the same mistake again… Especially when I'm close to Ah Kun, I can't control that undercurrent of desire. Changing my usual habit of holding hands, I started hanging on his arm, letting his elbow rub against my face, bringing me a fleeting pleasure!

Perhaps that unexpected encounter made us wary, and we never did anything like that again, or anything more intimate, except for our unspoken way of walking—because we rarely have time or space alone. I also know that if we ever have a completely quiet, undisturbed environment next time, we might very well end up doing anything. I both hope it happens and fear it happening. Because it simply means defining whether I'm a woman or a girl! Several times, Ah Kun hinted that he wouldn't go back to the dorm that night, but I always backed out at the last minute, only to regret it afterwards. This happened several times, until I made up my mind that when Ah Kun brought it up again, I would overcome all my psychological barriers and comply, because this torment was too unbearable!

On my birthday, we went to a hotel.

Because of my hints and his tacit approval, I spent my birthday with him.

We had booked the room in advance that day, and we went to the reserved room together that night. On the way there, my palms were sweating profusely, and he was also quite nervous, since it was our first time. We walked silently towards the hotel…

We kissed as soon as we entered the room. He cupped my cheek in his hand, and I placed my hands on his waist. Our four burning lips met, our tongues teasing each other, igniting the pent-up desire and urge within us… My body went from hot to burning, my cheeks and ears felt like they were on fire… My hands incessantly caressed and rubbed his back… The interplay of lips and tongues, trying to prevent the pleasure from overwhelming me, led me to hold him tightly, biting his earlobe and rubbing his neck, my body trembling. Shaking and writhing, my swollen breasts made me rub against his chest with all my might, trying to release that intense surge of desire. I couldn't help but moan... Ah Kun's reaction was just as intense as mine... He roamed over my earlobe and neck in the same way, his hands caressing my waist and buttocks... My genitals began to wet, and I felt something sticky clinging to my underwear... We stripped each other naked, throwing our clothes all over the floor... When we were both completely naked, our skin pressed together without reservation, I... We both felt each other's bodies burning like embers... Ah Kun staggered and carried me to the bed. I clung to his neck, recklessly kissing his face, lips, eyes, nose, ears, and neck with my engorged, burning lips... He returned my kisses even more intensely...

After placing me on the bed, he eagerly pressed himself against me, supporting himself with one hand while the other reached for his lower body, placing a hard object between my thighs... I gently squeezed my legs together, immediately feeling his burning... Something like an iron rod... All the pent-up energy in my body concentrated in my lower body, as if it were about to burst forth... I raised my hips to meet it... It moved up and down haphazardly, that hard and hot thing darting around my lower body like a mad bull crashing into a field... Waves of heat surged through my body, each time being blocked back, like a flood crashing against a dam, trying to burst forth, but each time being held back... The flood surged back and forth, constantly searching for an opportunity. At that moment, she desperately wished someone would dig a gap or create a crack in the embankment…

Ah Kun was sweating profusely, constantly adjusting his position to thrust at my genitals, but each time he failed… My lower body was incredibly itchy and swollen, the shockwaves within me growing stronger… To prepare for this unbearable impact, I reached out and grasped his hard member, aiming at the itchiest spot. He thrust forward, and a… A sharp pain quickly spread throughout my body. I felt a hot, hard object filling my entire lower body. The pain subsided instantly, followed by a wave of pleasure and a tingling sensation. I used my hand to stop his buttocks from pulling away and began to move gently below. A slight stinging sensation and a strong, itchy feeling filled my lower body…

Just as I slowly began to increase the speed of my movements, my phone rang, plunging me from a state of blissful ignorance. Hearing the ringtone, I was terrified. I jerked away from the sweating Ah Kun and rushed towards the sound of the phone—it was my dad or mom calling! Because my designated ringtone for them was—a car horn! If they knew my current situation, they would be furious! So I had to answer the phone now to prove I was alright at school!

I frantically picked up the phone and saw it was my mom calling. I answered immediately, "Hello! Mom!

Minmin, where are you? I'm almost at school! Come to the school gate and wait for me, Mom's here to celebrate your birthday. There was traffic on the highway, I'm only just getting here! Come out and have dinner with Mom, see what nice things Mom bought you! See you soon, Mom's driving while calling is dangerous!"

If my mom's call was already making my heart race, then her saying she was almost at school was like a bolt from the blue!

I frantically searched for my clothes on the floor while terrifiedly telling Akun, "Something's wrong!" "My mom's here!

" Upon hearing this, Ah Kun immediately jumped out of bed and hurriedly dressed…

This diary entry is very detailed, but it ends here. After reading it, I almost cursed out loud. First, I wanted to curse Ah Kun for being so useless, unable to find the location, and so passive! A disgrace to men! Secondly, I wanted to curse Zhang Min's mother for that damned phone call—why call when she was already on her way? It's a good intention to celebrate her daughter's birthday, but couldn't she have called beforehand? Human actions are unforgivable! This will ruin your daughter's life!

At the same time, I was very surprised by Zhang Min's writing style; she described the details so vividly and realistically! Her detailed description of her first time—could it be the so-called eternal commemoration of her first time? It's said that many women cherish their first time deeply and often commemorate their journey from girl to woman in various ways—like treasuring the sheets or handkerchiefs from their first night! Perhaps Zhang Min chose this method…

I don't know if her meeting with A-Kun was lucky or unlucky. Judging from her diary, her personality changed drastically after meeting A-Kun, and she gradually emerged from the shadow of her family regarding love and life—this should be considered lucky. But I also feel there are signs of bad luck. Every time she and A-Kun were together, their relationship was disrupted at crucial moments by completely unexpected events! Could it be, in superstitious terms, that they were incompatible? If Ah Kun hadn't been with Zhang Min, would he still be alive? Only God knows! However, I think this superstitious explanation is unreasonable, because after Ah Kun's death, why did Zhang Min become even more unlucky? Thinking back, the superstitious explanation wins again, because Zhang Min's subsequent misfortunes seem related to Ah Kun! Going around in circles like this, I couldn't help but feel a chill sitting in front of the computer—it's a bit mysterious!

Ah Kun's accident happened shortly after Zhang Min's birthday.

From Zhang Min's birthday until Ah Kun's accident, Zhang Min's written records are blank; we can only speculate and guess about what happened during this period. But judging from Zhang Min's grief-stricken expression before Ah Kun's death, their relationship had reached a new level during this time! Because in a diary entry written by Zhang Min after Ah Kun's death—more precisely, in a tribute—she referred to Ah Kun as her husband.

"Husband, why did you leave like this? What will I do without you?" Husband, do you know? I miss you so much right now—I used to miss you often too, but a text message or a phone call would quickly bring us back together and ease the pain of longing. Our separations never lasted more than a day—just going to class or going back to our own dorms at night. My dependence on you is incurable. I've imagined what kind of pain and torment it would be if we had to be separated even briefly for some reason. But I never imagined that we would be separated by death one day!

Husband, can you see me now? Why are you so cruel? I haven't eaten, haven't gone to class, haven't left my dorm room for two days. My tears have dried up. Why won't you come to see me? You won't even appear in my dreams? Do you know how pitiful your Minmin is right now? I keep deceiving myself, comforting myself that it's just a nightmare, that things will be alright when I wake up, that nothing will have changed! But why is the nightmare so vivid? -- Your mangled body, your parents' heartbreaking cries, the people and events at the police station, the school, the funeral home, your urn, your belongings in your dorm room—are these all just illusions? Husband, I know this isn't a nightmare, it's all real -- you've left me forever, we belong to two different worlds now! I just can't accept reality.

Husband, why did you leave like this? What will I do without you?

You left without a second thought, leaving me with heart-wrenching emotional pain and a lifetime of guilt and remorse—I'm so sorry to your parents. I've always wanted to kneel before them and repent, but I don't have the courage, and I'm afraid of hurting them even more. Husband, don't worry, I will take good care of your parents in this life until they pass away. In the next life, I'm willing to be their servant to make amends.

Husband, if you have a spirit in heaven, I beg you not to give your parents any hint about the true cause of your death, okay? The guilt in my heart is already unbearable. If I were to further hurt your parents (do you know? They aged so much overnight!), I wouldn't have the courage to live. Please, just this once, do a white lie, okay?

Honey, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have told you I wanted a portable hard drive. I swear to God, I was just saying it casually; I absolutely didn't mean I needed it right away. I just casually mentioned how nice it would be to have a larger portable hard drive so I could copy everything from the computer and not worry about losing everything if the computer broke down! At the time, you said the company had recently received a batch of portable hard drives with the largest capacity on the market and you wanted to give me one.

I never imagined you'd be in such a hurry—after you took me back to my dorm, you didn't go back to your own, but secretly went to the company, and on your way back you were caught in that damned car accident…

Husband, do you know? When I saw the blood-soaked external hard drive next to you, I fainted instantly. I'm the one who killed you!

Husband, why did you leave like this? What will I do without you? As long as you're alive, I don't want anything else!

Seeing Zhang Min's inner pain and tearful confession, my mood was no longer as light as it had been at the beginning; instead, I felt sympathy and pity. The people at her workplace didn't understand her at all.

In her subsequent diary entries, Zhang Min never escaped the shadow cast by Ah Kun's death, and misfortunes followed one after another. From her account, it seems that all of this stemmed from Ah Kun's death, which led her to complete depression and moral decay. She developed an alcoholic disorder, her grades plummeted, and she practically abandoned her studies.

From Ah Kun's death until she graduated from university and started working, she experienced a series of ordeals: rape

by her teacher, difficulties finding a job, and backstabbing among colleagues. Her teacher's rape was premeditated; she gradually fell into the trap he had set. The full text is as follows: "Zhu XX—A model teacher in public; a beast in private!" One night, while I was drinking at a bar, Teacher Zhu called me and asked if I had checked my CET-4 score. She said it could be checked online now! I nonchalantly said I hadn't, since I hadn't held out much hope anyway! He gave me a scathing critique on the other end of the line, saying that I was about to graduate, and if I didn't pass the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4), I wouldn't get my graduation certificate or degree! Four years of university would be a waste! And those certificates were the stepping stones to future employment;

without them, it was a deal-breaker, regardless of my actual abilities! I listened quietly, and when he finished, I asked if he had anything else. If not, I hung up! He looked at me with obvious disappointment and anger, and demanded my student ID and password so he could check them for me on the school website.

To be honest, I was quite touched—honest advice is hard to swallow, and although he was criticizing me, I knew it was all for my own good.

Professor Zhu was our department head and class advisor, very popular among students and faculty, and respected by many. Since Ah Kun's accident, he often talked to me to comfort me, trying to understand my feelings and worrying that something might happen to me. Sometimes he acted like a close older brother, and sometimes like a loving parent…

That day, as usual, I went home completely drunk. Nothing happened that night. The next morning, as soon as I turned on my phone, Teacher Zhu called to say that I had only scored 35 points on my English Level 4 exam! I was already mentally prepared for this result and wasn't surprised—35 points was already considered very lucky; I had guessed all the answers! Teacher Zhu, however, was anxious. He emphasized the seriousness of the situation to me again, and I don't know if he was exaggerating or scare tactics, but I was definitely worried and scared at the time. Finally, he said I had two more chances before graduation—in January and June—and that I should seize them. He said he could help me pass—he could find someone whose English level was so high that even university students couldn't pass it—someone who had passed the TEM-8 (Test for English Majors-Band 8) to register for the exam, and then send me the answers to my phone…

He kept his word. In the January exam, he had one of his graduate students take the test. Except for the essay, which I wrote randomly, the graduate student answered all the multiple-choice questions and sent them to me. That's how I easily passed the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4). I was truly grateful to Professor Zhu!

In the last semester of my senior year, we started our graduation projects, and I naturally chose Professor Zhu as my topic. Besides researching materials ourselves, we also had to do internships and research at various institutions, all arranged by our advisors. The institution Professor Zhu arranged for me was 80 kilometers away from the university, so I had to stay there for the research. Professor Zhu said he was working on a research project at that unit and could accompany me to finish the research. It

wasn't until the research was almost over that I saw Zhu XX for who he really was—a wolf in sheep's clothing!

That night, Zhu XX said my research was almost done and I could relax. He suggested going out for dinner, and of course I agreed.

It was just the two of us; he ordered a lot of dishes and a lot of alcohol, constantly toasting me. I had always been grateful to him, so every time he toasted me under some pretext, I drank it all! During our conversation, we talked about many things. He told me about his studies and family. I also talked about Ah Kun, which made me emotionally overwhelmed, and I kept drinking to numb myself…

That night, I don't know how much I drank, or how I left. The next morning, while I was still in a daze and not fully awake, I felt a burning pain in my lower body, as if something had torn me apart. At the same time, I realized I wasn't wearing anything! I jolted awake, instinctively grabbing the blanket and sitting up, clutching my chest. There, I saw Zhu XX lying naked beside me, fast asleep! The floor was a mess—our coats, underwear, used tissues…

I immediately understood what had happened! I never imagined that Mr. Zhu, who always seemed so respectable, was actually a hypocrite, spouting platitudes while harboring a heart full of depravity! All my previous respect and gratitude for him vanished, replaced by immense heartache and despair, followed by a frenzied urge to tear this person to shreds! I screamed and burst into tears, frantically lunging at him, tearing and biting.

Zhu XX was startled awake. He wrapped me in the blanket, repeatedly saying, "Calm down! Calm down! If outsiders find out about this, it won't be good for us!" He held me tightly, unable to move. Despair and helplessness made me bite my lip until it bled. Tears streamed down my face, and blood from my mouth flowed down my neck.

I was stunned by his last words, "If this gets out, it won't be good for either of us!" If people really found out, how could I ever face anyone again? How could I face my family and friends?

Zhu XX seemed to sense my thoughts. Seeing that I wasn't struggling anymore, he let go of me, then knelt down and slapped himself hard in the face, saying it was all his fault. He said he drank too much last night and mistook me for his wife, begging for my forgiveness!

Then, with snot and tears streaming down his face, he said how hard it was for him to achieve what he had, how hard it was for him to build a family, and if this got out, everything would be ruined! He also said that because I was such a good student, this would affect my entire life if it got out! He hoped that I would consider our past relationship and settle this privately!

I was already a sobbing mess, and he pulled out a bed sheet and draped it over me, leaving me bewildered. I jumped out of bed to grab my phone from the floor. Seeing this, he lunged at it like a madman, then suddenly knelt before me, threateningly saying, "If you call the police, I'll die right here in front of you!" He then tried to bang his head against the wall. Desperate, I sat down on the floor. He immediately came over, coaxing and cajoling me, saying he'd do anything if I agreed to settle things privately! He promised me a distinguished graduation, a top-notch thesis…

To protect my reputation, I compromised and accepted his terms…

After that, we never saw each other again until graduation, and I never finished my thesis. The day before the defense, he asked a classmate to bring back the revised thesis he had given me, so I could take it to the defense…

At the graduation defense, I received that humiliating "Outstanding," and my file now includes the humiliating title of "Outstanding University Graduate." Just like that, my nightmarish university life ended…

At this point, I was beyond anger and shock—how could there be such a despicable scoundrel in the ranks of university teachers? Such scum should be expelled from the teaching profession; he doesn't deserve the title of "People's Teacher"! But wasn't I just the pot calling the kettle black? Didn't I want to take advantage of his misfortune? I felt utterly ashamed of my despicable shamelessness…

I had to admit that my filthy soul had been shaken like never before. At the same time, I find it pathetic that people generalize from superficial phenomena to substantive issues, resorting to metaphysical thinking! If we want to accurately characterize someone, we have no right to speak before fully engaging with their life and getting to know their inner world. Hasty characterizations are absurd and shameless—like the evaluations of Zhang Min by her colleagues!

To avoid similar mistakes, I decided to read everything she wrote below to fully understand and analyze her life. Ideally, I could do something for her—after all, I've done something shameful like kicking someone when they're down!

I'm facing the hardships she endured finding a job after graduation and the troubles she faces after starting work. In a long article, she wrote: "...

I still didn't have a job by the time everyone graduated—the companies I liked didn't want me, and the companies that wanted me didn't want me. It was like two parallel lines between me and the companies, never intersecting! My parents had both asked people to find me jobs, but I felt that relying on my parents' connections to find a job was a complete insult to me and a wonderful irony of university education—although there are serious problems with teaching and learning in our university, people don't seem to be used to self-criticism—and so am I!

Before graduating, I carefully designed my job application resume and tried to get it printed at the best place with the best equipment." The resume was overflowing with information—awards, honors, certificates, transcripts, and various official stamps from the school…

Armed with this resume, which I thought would impress employers, my classmates and I tirelessly attended job fairs for graduating students from our own school and other universities. Only when we arrived did we realize what it meant to be outmatched—some people had everything employers could possibly want, except for marriage certificates and birth certificates! People were comparing their various certificates and honors, jostling and pushing their way into the company booths, some even throwing their resumes in to try and get an interview or written test opportunity… Of course, attending job fairs was just one way to find a job. We also bombarded our dream companies online, hoping to cast a wide net and get a few good offers, or even went directly to their offices to offer our services.

I tried all of these methods, but very few resulted in a mutually satisfactory outcome. Later, I started moving my search—to other cities… The familiar rejections and cold shoulders toughened me up—I could face even the most sarcastic and harsh words and attitudes with equanimity!

Later, through my own efforts and struggles, I landed a job at my current joint venture.

I will remember this job-hunting experience for the rest of my life. That day marked exactly one month since I arrived in this city, and it was also the fourth day I had lingered outside this company's door—I was there to offer my services, and when the security guard asked who I was looking for, I could only answer that I was looking for the HR manager or a company leader. The guard asked if I had made an appointment with anyone or if anyone had made an appointment with me. I said no! The guard said then he couldn't let me in. I repeatedly explained that I was there to offer my services, but the guard consistently said he couldn't help me.

I asked them for their phone number, and they said it couldn't be given out casually. They suggested I wait at the entrance, and if the person I wanted to see passed by, they could let me know. As for the outcome, that was up to fate—I wonder if they were bored standing at the entrance all day and wanted someone to keep them company in their suffering! I believed them. For the first three days, I would appear at the entrance on time during the morning and afternoon rush hours, forcing a smile and greeting the security guards…

Perhaps they couldn't bear to see me suffer, because the first morning when I arrived, one of the guards said to me: "Ms. Zhang, you've really had a tough time. Today we'll definitely find a way to let you see our big boss—he's here from headquarters to inspect the work, and he'll be visiting our staff later. You must seize this opportunity!" Upon hearing the news, I almost jumped for joy. I quickly thanked him several times, then slipped aside to meticulously touch up my makeup…

Soon, the security guard gave me a wink from afar and gestured in a certain direction. I looked in the direction he pointed and saw a person being surrounded like a star as they walked towards the entrance. The security guard's expression tensed up, and I tensed up too. The boss arrived at the gate, listening to the explanations while greeting the security guards, essentially saying something about how hard they worked. After he had finished his business, I took a deep breath, walked towards the crowd, and said to the boss: "Sir, hello! I know you're very busy, please allow me a minute of your time!" "I've waited here for three days for just one minute..."

The boss was a very kind man; he didn't interrupt me, but simply nodded to let me continue. So I gave him a concise introduction of my profession and abilities, and also explained my desire to work for the company and what had happened over the past few days.

He listened with a smile, nodding occasionally. Finally, he turned to someone beside him and said, "Mr. Chen, please arrange for the HR department to assess her! This girl's courage is commendable and admirable! Try to keep her!" Then he said to me kindly, "Young lady, I am very grateful for your support and trust in the company! I also admire your courage and determination, and hope you can join our team!" I've already made arrangements. If you pass the assessment, we'll provide you with a platform to fully utilize your talents!

This all happened so suddenly, it was an unimaginable result; I could hardly believe my ears! Is this real? I was so excited that my voice trembled as I thanked them…

After the kind old man left, one of the others stayed behind and led me inside for the assessment…

Perhaps it was the boss's words that gave me tremendous encouragement and absolute confidence; I performed exceptionally well in the interview and other tests. They decided to put me in the planning department, and I can report for duty within a week!

The legendary story of Zhang Min coming to our company has spread throughout the entire company. I had heard about it before, but the versions were different. Some people said that she sacrificed her looks to attract the boss's attention and then successfully entered the company. Others said that she colluded with the security guards beforehand to ask them to ask the boss to visit the lower levels... Of course, some people said that she earned it on her own.

However, regardless of what people said, they all affirmed Zhang Min's work ability—she had become a key member of her department within a year of joining the company, and she was essentially in charge of most of the work. Her

subsequent diary entries were filled with her feelings and self-encouragement about her work. She felt that everyone in the company was watching her, so she worked exceptionally hard and hoped to prove her innocence. She wrote: "I didn't get here because of the boss's favoritism; everything I have is earned through my own efforts. I am not, as rumored, the 'boss's favorite'!" Another issue is her confusion about interpersonal relationships after joining the company. She said that every time she leaves or arrives at work, she takes the initiative to greet the security guards, but they seem to deliberately avoid her, lacking the carefree confidence she had when waiting for people at the entrance before. She read the inferiority complex in their eyes. Why is that? If it weren't for their help, she wouldn't be where she is today. Friendships don't discriminate based on status or wealth! She already doesn't have many friends at the company; don't they want to consider her a friend either? She also sensed the opinions people at the company had about her behind her back. She said, "I know people at the company say I'm arrogant and aloof.

But who understands my inner loneliness and my longing for friends?" My aloofness stems from my desperate need for friends—just as someone who constantly wears makeup is insecure about their appearance, someone who acts aloof is masking their loneliness and isolation! …After reading all her thoughts and diary entries, I gained a completely new understanding of her, and I felt no more disrespect or contempt. Recalling my sordid actions—staring at her breasts, my boastful academic discussions in bars, taking advantage of her after seducing her, and my lewd fantasies about her while watching porn… a wave of guilt washed over me, and I felt overwhelming remorse… To

make amends and help her, to become her best friend—this is my greatest wish and my determination to achieve! It

was already 1 a.m. when I finished reading all this. The effects of the alcohol had completely worn off. Logically, after drinking so much and being out and about for so long, I should be exhausted, but I felt no drowsiness at all, and my mind was unusually clear. I had already finished cutting and pasting my data. I checked her disk again to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything, then shut down the computer, packed up, and went to bed.

Lying down, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, so I simply turned on the desk lamp, sat up, and smoked one cigarette after another until the whole room was filled with thick smoke, as if it were on fire. My mind kept wandering—how could I get along with Zhang Min amicably in the future? Could we pretend nothing had happened and be completely at ease with each other at work? Would our meeting at work today be awkward? After thinking it over, I felt I should take the initiative and talk to her before work to try and eliminate any awkwardness or distance. So, I picked up the phone, dialed her number, and pressed send. But then I immediately canceled—texting was better; some things are hard to say aloud.

I quickly started typing a message: "Zhang Min, I don't know if you're asleep? Please allow me to sincerely say 'I'm sorry!' I deeply regret and apologize for my actions! I really hope to get your forgiveness. I went back and looked at the things on your hard drive, and I was very moved. I hope to become your closest friend. If you don't mind, you can treat me like an older brother. Come to me if you need anything, and I'll be happy to help you and become your closest friend. Please accept my apology, okay?" I sincerely apologize and genuinely hope to become your friend in the future! Looking forward to your reply! I typed out this super long text message in one go and sent it, followed by a long and anxious wait. I hoped she wasn't asleep either, and even if she was, I hoped her phone wasn't off, and that she could reply to me immediately! Whether it was disdain or insults, at least I could understand her thoughts and attitude at that moment…

I stared at the screen for a full half hour, but there was still no response from her. I really wanted to call, to see if she hadn't received it because her phone was off, or if she had received it but wasn't replying to show her contempt and hatred? But I didn't dare call, afraid it was the latter—calling would only be humiliating myself!

I was like a caged beast in my room, anxiously getting up and lying down repeatedly, turning the lamp on and off, the only thing burning was the cigarette holder in my mouth...

The anxiety and uncertainty suddenly made the room, which I used to feel safe and able to do whatever I wanted in, feel strange and terrifying—empty, silent, and eerily frightening!

I, who always thought I was fearless, suddenly became timid, and the urge to escape and seek refuge consumed my entire being.

I quickly got out of bed, hastily dressed, and fled from this home that had once brought me relaxation but now suffocated me.

Standing on the deserted street, the eerie lightbox advertisements and hazy neon signs lurked in the pre-dawn mist, their ghostly glow concealing themselves. Occasionally, a group of mysterious figures would appear, vanishing in a flash into corners or houses. Cars would speed by, their hurried movements quickly swallowed by the darkness…

My shadow followed me like a ghost. A gust of wind blew, and I shivered, pulling my coat tighter before heading towards a place marked "Bath/Massage"—the door was open, the light inside soft and warm, and the occasional cough could be heard. I wanted to go somewhere with people, to use their presence to ward off the street's gloom and my own fear.

As soon as I stepped through the door, a warm breeze and sunshine washed over me, the air filled with fragrance. I felt as if I had stepped from the underworld into the mortal world. On the sofa in the lobby, a glamorous young woman and several stylishly dressed young ladies sat languidly.

Seeing me enter, the young woman greeted me and asked, "Boss, a bath or a massage?" "

I'm a little tired, I'd like a bath and a massage!" I said. "

No problem! Whatever you want, I guarantee you'll be comfortable. Come with me!" The young woman spoke ambiguously, turning and swaying her ample hips as she led the way.

She led me to the sofa and said to one of the girls, "Xiao Hong, take this boss in and make arrangements for him!"

Just then, a pretty, voluptuous woman stood up and smiled at me, saying, "Boss, please come with me!" I quickly followed her, explaining that I really just wanted to take a shower and then have a massage to relax.

The woman turned back and chuckled, saying, "Don't worry! We can do whatever you want here. We won't force our customers to do anything; everything is done according to their requests!"

From the moment I entered, my mood gradually calmed down, and I began to return to normal. The woman handed me a complete set of toiletries and asked if I wanted her to scrub my back. I said no! I went in by myself, but deep down I really wanted to—this woman's full yet slender body, her fair and delicate skin, her high, rounded breasts, her swaying buttocks as she walked, and her slightly protruding crotch—I took it all in. If such a beauty came to bathe with me, even a god couldn't remain unmoved, let alone me, who is hardly a gentleman! Because I've always thought that women are dirty and afraid of catching diseases, I could only hold back and say no!

I shower almost every day after work, so there's nothing to shower about. The lukewarm water made every vein and pore in my body relax. The image of that sexy woman kept replaying in my mind's mind. My penis unconsciously grew in the warm water, and I felt refreshed, even a little overexcited!

After a quick shower, I came out in my bathrobe. The woman had already changed into her work clothes—slippers and a bathrobe like mine. She led me to another room—I secretly peeked at her swaying back, vaguely sensing she was only wearing three points underneath!

Once in the room, she gently closed the door, then expertly removed my bathrobe and gestured for me to lie down on the snow-white bed. My body, clad only in underwear, was completely exposed to her. She glanced at my tent-like underwear.

Under her guidance, I lay face down, constantly adjusting my position to avoid concentrating all my weight on one point.

She skillfully kneaded and patted various acupoints on my head, then my neck, back of my shoulders, waist, thighs, behind my knees, calves, ankles, soles of my feet, and toes. The massage left me feeling completely relaxed and blissful…

After finishing the movements behind me, she had me turn over and began massaging my front—I don't know when she took off her bathrobe, leaving only her private parts exposed, and even those weren't completely covered—her high, full breasts strained against her large bra, the two breasts pressing tightly together to form a deep cleavage, her semi-open panties barely larger than a thong, clinging tightly to her genitals, making that area appear even fuller and more prominent, with a fleshy slit in the middle, and a few pubic hairs visible at the edges…

My heart raced again, the intense blood pressure making my blood boil. The fluid filled my body further. Although I told myself not to look, my mind couldn't control my actions. I intensified my gaze, burning as I looked at every part of her body—her perfect skin was as smooth and white as mutton fat, her face as rosy and tender as a peach, making my heart itch unbearably, and I wanted to gently bite it. Her waist was neither too fat nor too thin, her buttocks were plump and perky, and her arms and thighs were like lotus roots... I stared blankly at the woman in front of me who was so enchanting, and primal sexual urges began to throb every nerve in my body.

After I rolled over and lay flat on my back, she took off her slippers and gently mounted me—my erection filled the space between her groin and thighs perfectly. She slightly squeezed her legs together and gently and evenly twisted her waist to match the movements of her hands—her hands kneaded and patted my chest and abdomen, and then she leaned down and used her breasts instead of her hands to rub against my body…

I could no longer control my intense lust and threw all my concerns aside. I roughly tore off her bra, sat up, buried my head in her breasts, and greedily rubbed my face against them, then gently nibbled at her nipples with my teeth... At the same time, her panties were pulled down. As I took off my own panties, I touched her thick pubic hair—her full labia and protruding clitoris began to swell and heat up. After taking off my own panties, I pressed her down, and without waiting for her vagina to become wet, I smeared a layer of massage oil on her clitoris and inserted my thick, hard penis. She let out a soft moan and hugged my neck tightly. After penetration, I sat up again, using my legs as guides, and pushed her hips back and forth... She wrapped herself around me like a snake, twisting her body to cooperate... Her vagina was relatively dry and slightly tight when first penetrated, but in less than a minute, it completely changed—loose, warm, and slippery... The back-and-forth pushing motion wasn't enough to satisfy my steel-like thing, so I got up and picked her up—her legs were still wrapped around my waist, and I began to thrust violently, alternating between deep and shallow penetration... Then I laid her flat, letting her lie on her back with her legs spread, and I squatted down, lifting her legs, and thrust violently again, both deep and shallow... Alternating thrusts…

Finally, I felt my semen enter my urethra. I lowered her legs, straddled her soft, burning body, and thrust in and out at top speed… She screamed at the top of her lungs… About a minute later, a gush of semen, filled with pleasure, spurted out. Her vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid and semen…

I pulled out my penis, and all the fluid in her vagina gushed out… We both collapsed on the bed, completely satisfied…

This was my first time having sex with a prostitute, and this experience completely refuted the claims of some experts—that prostitutes and their clients don't experience pleasure during sex!

I rested there until it was almost time for work before I went out to hail a taxi to my workplace. In the taxi, I took out my phone to check and found unread text messages!

The text message was from Zhang Min. She said, "Old L, I'm sending this message with very conflicted and complicated feelings. Although nothing happened between us, it's still incredibly embarrassing and shameful. It's all because we were both drunk. I want this to never happen again, and I don't want to leave you with a bad impression. I'm not a promiscuous or casual person! Also, thank you for letting me consider you my brother from now on. I'd love to be your close friend. By the way, I'm taking the day off today; you can just put the hard drive in my office drawer!" After reading it, I breathed a long sigh of relief, and it reminded me of her hard drive—it was still at home! So I asked the driver to go home to get the hard drive, and then go to the company…

When I got to the company, I took the hard drive directly to her office, placed it in the designated spot, and then left. As I left, I couldn't help but look back at her office—I suddenly felt a sense of familiarity with this place that I had previously thought was quite ordinary.

I casually returned to my office; most of my colleagues were already there, discussing last week's lottery results…

I greeted everyone and went straight to my seat, while they continued to analyze the lottery patterns or bitterly lamented why they hadn't bought those numbers. Their words and actions were the same as usual, but I felt like I had changed…

I had barely sat down when my wife called! She said her company is sending her to Beijing for a month of training, and she can choose not to go. She wanted to know my opinion: go or not?

Normally, I would definitely encourage her not to go, because if she goes, we won't see each other for at least a month. Besides, her company's training programs often involve sending you out to observe, and when you come back, you're left with a mountain of work. For most people, this is a great opportunity to prove themselves and make a name for themselves, but my wife doesn't have that ambition. She feels that a comfortable life is enough, so she often doesn't want to go on training programs. I don't want my wife to be too tired either; this family doesn't depend on her to support us.

But this time was different. I felt guilty and just wanted to avoid my wife for a while, so I persuaded her that it would be best to go, even if it was a company-funded trip, it wasn't good to stay at the office all the time... After a few words, my wife was convinced and said she would go!

The morning passed uneventfully, and we worked as usual. Several times when I passed by Zhang Min's office, I couldn't help but look at her empty seat, feeling very awkward that someone was missing—she had taken leave from work before, and I had no recollection of it. With her there, I didn't feel like there were too many people, and without her, I didn't feel like there were too few people!

But now it was the exact opposite. I always felt that the office was incomplete without Zhang Min. I was absent-minded all morning, and it was almost noon. Zhang Min texted me, asking if I could help her with something during my lunch break. I immediately called her—I knew that since our awkward breakup last night, we'd both been thinking a lot. The only communication we'd had was my apology text and her reply. We were both afraid to meet or say the first word to each other. As a man, and someone who had made a mistake, I felt I should take the initiative and break down the barrier in our hearts.

I was very nervous when she answered the phone. It took her a while to answer: "Hello—!" "

Hello—, what's up?" I tried to sound calm, as if nothing had happened between us, but my voice trembled slightly. "

Are you free?" "No, never mind!" "If it really doesn't work, I'll go myself!" She pretended to be nonchalant, but I could clearly sense it was fake; we just shared the same thought. "

I'm free! Go ahead!" I was getting a little anxious, afraid she'd think I was making things difficult and wouldn't ask for my help, thus losing my chance to make amends.

"Oh, okay then, you go eat first, I'll call you back after you've eaten!" She knew it was our lunchtime. I sensed a hint of concern in her voice; her tone was like a family member's gentle reminder, and I felt a long-lost sense of warmth. "

I've already eaten. I didn't eat breakfast this morning, so I went out to eat early!" I lied; I hadn't even had breakfast yet. Then I couldn't help but ask her if she had eaten. "

I just ate bread!" she answered softly. "

Are you feeling unwell?" I couldn't help but ask again, genuinely worried about her.

Nothing much, I just wanted to rest!

Then have a good rest, and let me take care of anything you need!

"Okay! I'd like you to go to XX Advertising Company on Renmin North Road around noon. Go find someone named Zhang Li and tell her you're my friend. Ask her to give you the detailed information about the outdoor billboards. Then bring the information back to our office and tell them someone gave it to you outside. Don't say I asked you to get it!" She gave me the instructions. After hearing this, I felt there was definitely something fishy going on, but I didn't want to think too much about it. Since she asked me to do this, she must have her reasons. So I readily agreed, hung up the phone, and went out...

It was a medium-sized advertising company. I went to the front desk and told the receptionist I was looking for Zhang Li. She made a quick phone call and then told me to go upstairs, saying it was the first office on the left on the second floor.

I went upstairs, and Zhang Li was already standing at the door waiting for me—dressed simply, yet exuding a shrewdness and competence rarely seen in women. She smiled humbly and respectfully and said, "Are you Lao L? Please come in!" She gestured for me to enter.

I nodded to her politely and went inside. She warmly invited me to sit down and poured me a glass of water. I bowed slightly and said thank you, and politely took a sip. Just as

I was about to explain why I had come, she took a file folder from a drawer and said, "Sister Min already called. I'm so sorry to have troubled you!" She then presented the folder to me with both hands. I took it, patted it, and said, "Hehe, not at all! It was nothing!" "I'm just idling around at the company anyway, might as well come out for some fresh air!"

"Hehe, thank you for your help!" Zhang Li said politely with a smile.

I took another sip of water, then stood up and said, "I won't bother you any longer, I'll head back now!" "

Okay, thank you!" Zhang Li got up to see me off, all the way to the door.

Back at the company, I handed the bag to the planning department as Zhang Min had instructed, then went back to my office and sent her a text message: "The task is successfully completed, you can rest assured!"

She quickly replied with a thank you!

Zhang Min started working, busy with her own affairs. We tacitly went about our own business as usual, while the people in the office continued to gossip or fantasize about her behind her back as usual.

Soon, her work started to encounter trouble and setbacks, and of course, I felt obligated to help her deal with these problems.

First, someone reported her for abusing her power for personal gain, claiming she was partnering with an advertising company to profit from the company's expenses—the company, wanting to enhance its image, decided to place a large advertisement in the city center. It was a massive steel-framed billboard, and naturally, the price was exorbitant, with operational costs exceeding the budget by 30%! Zhang Min was in charge of this project, so naturally, the blame was directed at her. She repeatedly explained that it was a prime location, and the construction process was very complex, requiring a large amount of labor and materials, hence the high price! She also insisted that she hadn't received a single penny from the advertising company, and that their accounts could withstand any scrutiny!

On the day the billboard was to be erected, people from the advertising company came to collect the final payment. The office staff and the advertising company staff started arguing—in my opinion, these people weren't concerned about the company's money, but rather they were resentful of missing out on a share.

Hearing their argument escalating, I went over to see what was going on—who were these shameless individuals, daring to so blatantly abuse their power for personal gain?

When I went in, the most vocal critic was a young man who had always been dissatisfied with Zhang Min. He was spouting nonsense, calculating this and that, with one goal in mind—to prevent Zhang Min from signing. He claimed that if Zhang Min dared to sign arbitrarily, it would be an insult to the rest of their department and their collective intelligence! The advertising company staff insisted that their contract was legally binding and they had to act according to it! The kid perked up at the mention of law, accusing the advertising company of fraud and other deceptive practices. Zhang Min was torn, unsure whether to sign or not, tears welling up in her eyes.

Perhaps due to using a pirated installation disk, my computer's operating system was very unstable and slow. Unable to tolerate it any longer, I decided to reinstall the system.

That weekend, I canceled all my gatherings and resolved to install the system at home—to improve overall computer performance, I abandoned the idea of just formatting the C drive and decided to format the entire hard drive and repartition it. Because my computer contained a lot of important data, I needed to borrow an external hard drive to transfer it all. I asked my colleagues at work if anyone had a large external hard drive.

Only Xiao Yang said he only had a 40GB one—that wouldn't do! My data is close to 60g (of course, pornographic videos make up a significant portion of it). Finally, I heard that Zhang Min from the planning department has a 120g external hard drive! Hearing this, I was initially excited, but then a little embarrassed. Because I'm not very familiar with this Zhang Min. Apparently, she's very arrogant and only joined our company last year from a prestigious university. My contact and communication with her are limited to work-related matters. My impression of her is the same as everyone else's in the company—absolutely beautiful. Even the most honest person can't help but fantasize about her. But she's also extremely aloof, often acting as if no one exists. Even the most self-assured person feels insecure in her presence.

Describing her as a rose with thorns is perfectly apt! All the men in the company can only look on with envy, their greatest pleasure being fantasizing about her silhouette when she appears. Some even... It's rumored that some single men in the workplace, like Xiao Yang, often moan "Min...Min..." while masturbating. The worst offender is Lao Zhang, who once, during sex with his wife, actually called her by the wrong name—he also moaned and groaned "Min...Min." Many people might ask, "What about you?" My situation is this: I'm married, but my wife and I live apart. I haven't masturbated since marriage, but I often watch porn. Okay, I'm legally obliged to pay my wife every month, so I decided to borrow Zhang Min's portable hard drive.

It was Friday, and everyone else was making plans for the weekend, while Zhang Min was playing cards online. I gave a token knock on the door and went straight in. Zhang Min turned and glanced at me politely, asking, "Is there something you need?" "

Um! I'd like to borrow your portable hard drive, is that alright?" I couldn't help but quickly glance at her ample breasts, my Adam's apple bobbing. "Next.

Don't you have one in your office?" She seemed wary of something, very cautious. "

Hmm! Xiao Yang does have one, but it's only 40g. I want to transfer some data; it's not enough for him. Don't worry, I definitely won't ruin it for you, and I absolutely won't touch the data inside! I'll treat you to dinner after I'm done, as a thank you." I said very seriously, afraid she wouldn't agree. "Keep your word?" She was expressionless. Damn

, does she really think she's some kind of goddess?

"Sure! A word is a word. Have you ever heard of me going back on my word? Although I'm a bit of a snob, a thief stealing grain—where's the respect for seniority? (I'm at least second-in-command in the department, so I'm always very careful about what I say. If I say something, I always keep my word! What

guarantee do you have?" She was still uneasy, and it seemed like she was deliberately teasing me; her expression softened considerably. "

I won't touch your data—I guarantee it with my integrity. I'll treat you to a meal afterward." "Food—I guarantee it!" I said, pulling out my pay card and handing it over. I realized I was being a bit pathetic today. Normally, if I had to beg someone this badly, I wouldn't have given up, but right now I felt like I was under a spell, completely lacking my usual temper—all because I was so focused on installing the system!

Heh! She actually laughed, "Old L, you're too honest! Are you pretending on purpose? This trick really works on girls these days!"

Hehe, I'm usually a pretty easygoing person! I completely lacked the energy I have in department meetings, and my face even turned hot. Ugh! I still feel embarrassed thinking about it.

Okay, I'll give it to you tomorrow morning. I often need the data inside. Deliver it to the 'xx' restaurant at 4 pm. It just opened, so you can treat me there! She took her handbag from the table and took out the plate.

I gratefully accepted it, and to show my appreciation for their valuables, I handled it very carefully, even rubbing it against the surface, repeatedly saying thank you. My heart was pounding – damn it, is this really a "restaurant"? I hope the place she mentioned isn't some place with knives and forks! If they reimburse my January salary, my wife's audit will be in the bag – ever since Li Jinhua's audit storm, my wife's auditing awareness has grown stronger month by month. As soon as it was time to leave work, I sent Xiao Yang and the others home (that way I could go home early, haha, it wouldn't be good if the boss left first). Once they were gone, I quickly packed my things, grabbed my car keys, and rushed to the elevator. Zhang Min was also waiting for the elevator, and I greeted her in a friendly, almost ingratiating way: "Haha, off work already?" That's utter nonsense. It's already past closing time; it's already a big favor that their department didn't leave early. But in their haste, they could only come up with a quick excuse.

Heh, nonsense! We're not like our bosses! She's always like that, throwing people to the wall with her words.

You seem to have a strong prejudice against "bosses"? Heh! I'll just go along with it;

I'm free anyway. No, don't take it personally! I don't dislike honest bosses like you.

Thanks! Is it true that honest people are more popular with women? I remember you saying that this morning! Just then, the elevator doors opened, and we went in together. It was just the two of us. I volunteered to close the door; the air was filled with her scent, making my heart race.

Yeah! She puffed out her chest, and her breasts twitched, making my hands itch with an urge to pinch them.

She said, "Men these days are all bad, and girls are smarter too. They've started to like honest men. They feel safe and secure with them!"

Haha, that makes a lot of sense! I'll definitely be a role model for honest men in the future!

"What? You want more women to like?" She smiled. "

Haha, where do you live? I can give you a ride if we go the same way!" I quickly changed the subject. In this small space, with her feminine fragrance, I was afraid I'd lose my composure if we delved deeper into the original topic. "

Haha, you're embarrassed by this little conversation? I live in Jinxiu Community! Do you have a way there?" "Honest guy!" She glanced at me sideways, very alluring! So, she wasn't really a cold person after all!

What a coincidence! I live in Xinjin Jiayuan, not far from your community! These two developments are actually by the same developer! I actually lied for the first time ever; I live in the completely opposite direction from hers.

After getting off the elevator, I went to the parking lot to get my car, and she waited for me at the exit.

I swiped my card, the security guard let me through, and I slid the car to her side, leaning over to open the door. She smiled, gracefully got in, and then expertly pulled the seatbelt down over her shoulder and fastened it over her breasts, making them appear even more prominent and rounded…

I pressed the accelerator, driving forward somewhat absentmindedly. We were both silent, only the sound of the engine could be heard, and I could feel her breathing and my own heartbeat. After walking about half a kilometer, I came to my senses a little and picked out a pure love CD to put in my player. Soon, Lao Lang's hoarse voice filled the air: "There are many roads to love, but I chose you..." It was a song I listened to a lot in college—"The Promise of a Wanderer," which many girls also loved. I glanced at her, wanting to observe her reaction. She trembled slightly, but quickly became absorbed in the song. I opened the window, lit a cigarette, and listened, lost in thought. When the song ended, she asked softly, "Can I put it on repeat?"

"Sure!" I pressed the single loop button.

"Did you love listening to this song in college?" she asked, her eyes brightening and sparkling.

"Yes!" It has beautiful love melodies and imagery, the subtle shyness and slight helplessness it conveys resonated with many college students at the time. What's most captivating is the longing for love and unwavering loyalty! I shared my feelings.

Actually, there's another song that interprets love, and its beautiful love story is also very touching! "

You mean 'The Most Romantic Thing'?" I asked.

"Yes! 'The most romantic thing in my life is growing old with you, until we can't go anywhere anymore, and you still treat me like a treasure in your palm…'" She sang involuntarily, her voice sweet and melodious, her expression gentle and charming, making one feel completely relaxed and incredibly satisfied. "

Don't you have a boyfriend?" I asked after she finished singing, offering some compliments.

"Sigh! I won't say!" She sighed, her resentful eyes instantly filling me with pity and tenderness.

Soon, I drove to the entrance of her apartment complex. She became unusually gentle, saying in a thank-you and pleading tone, "Thank you, would you like to come in for a bit?"

"No! I have to go back and install the system, and I need to return the disk to you tomorrow!" I admit I'm not a gentleman, but I'm not the kind of person who enjoys tormenting young women either. Besides, I really wanted to get back to installing the system as soon as possible.

"Okay then! Bye-bye!" She smiled and waved goodbye as she got out of the car.

"Bye-

bye!" Oh! Right! She seemed to suddenly remember something, turning back to me and asking, "Can I ride with you next time? We can split the gas!"

"Hehe, of course! I'd be happy to do your bidding!" I spoke words I didn't mean, inwardly groaning. Who told me to lie and say it was "on the way"?

Heh, alright then! Thanks in advance, you can look at what's on my disk! She turned and left, leaving me with a slender back view…

I sped back as if possessed. This woman aroused my desire to know more about her; she wasn't as cold as she seemed.

Back home, I immediately turned on my computer, plugged in her disk, and entered her world.

My expectation was to first see if she had any pornographic videos on her disk—rumor has it that many girls love to collect these things—I didn't intend to prove her promiscuity by pandering to her tastes; it was just curiosity, wanting to know what kind of person she really was.

I started opening her files one by one, even company information and media business contacts (in my experience, file names are often misleading, like my porn files are titled "Discussing a Few Things with My Wife").

Finally, I excitedly found a folder—"Life"—my hand was trembling with excitement as I clicked. I immediately clicked, and inside were several more folders!

I scanned them, then locked my attention on her "Personal Space," my heart racing. I took a deep breath and went in. The result was a huge disappointment; it was full of Word documents, seemingly just random thoughts and daily reflections based on the names.

I went back and clicked "Personal Space," which was full of photos of her life.

I went back again and clicked "Wakkaka"—oh my god! A quick glance revealed only movies! My spirits immediately lifted; oh well, this is going to be interesting!

But upon closer inspection, it deflated like a frostbitten eggplant—it was all Korean dramas!! Not even something like "Sex Is Zero"!

I turned her hard drive upside down, but couldn't find a single "a," let alone any movies! I was completely deflated. Damn, it seems my thinking is too narrow-minded; I admit there's something wrong with my character!

So I got down to business, working on it for almost two hours until the system was installed. My stomach started to rumble, and just as I was thinking of getting something to eat, a guy tactfully called.

It was my classmate, inviting me out for drinks. He said he'd won a whole thousand yuan in the lottery with a two-yuan bet! He felt it would be unjust not to spend it. That guy's a real shill; he always thinks of me first when he's corrupt, and I always come when he invites me. I've been through thick and thin with him in his corrupt ways!

I put on my shoes and closed the door as I headed straight for the place he'd mentioned.

We were completely drunk, practically ready to hire prostitutes (we weren't thinking about anything else, just afraid of getting sick. So it was all talk and no action; we'd always back down before actually doing it).

I went straight to bed without even showering when I got home that night.

I slept until the afternoon of the next day, the alcohol still lingering, my head throbbing. Those bastards, it's always the same when they drink—they won't stop until they've had their fill!

I patted my head, gave myself a quick wash, and then the phone rang. It was Zhang Min urging me to send the hard drive (she was probably hungry). I'd promised to keep my word, so I immediately agreed to deliver it.

I arrived at the place we'd agreed on yesterday, a weight lifted from my shoulders—the XX Restaurant. It really was just a restaurant, just nicely decorated and stylish; it wouldn't cost me a month's salary. Zhang Min was already waiting there. I chuckled, meaning I'd kept my promise! She chuckled too, as if reading my mind, and said, "You're comfortable with this place, right?"

You can have good wine and good food! If you want to eat, just order it! I pretended not to care and said boldly.

She was wearing a low-necked sweater and was sitting across from me, her body very close to the table. The pair of beauties that fascinated me were like a pair of rubber balls resting on the edge of the table. The unique body fragrance made people particularly excited. I quickly picked up the cup and drank to cover up the fact that I was swallowing saliva...

She suddenly noticed my embarrassment, her eyes became panicked, and she said awkwardly: Haha, are you not used to asking women to have dinner alone?

Where where! I cheered up immediately. It's just that you are so beautiful, I was a little embarrassed.

Haha, a lot of people say I'm beautiful, but when you say that, I really think I'm beautiful! She chuckled, a little proud.

I'm telling the truth, you are really beautiful, there is no one in the workplace who doesn't admire you!

hehe! She turned around with obvious pleasure, smiling brightly, then pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered it to me, saying, "This is to thank you for taking me home yesterday!"

It's hardest to refuse a beautiful woman's kindness! I definitely had to take these cigarettes! I reached out and took them.

The meal was finished amidst my absent-mindedness and her alluring charm. Because of a sudden issue at work, I didn't take her home; I went straight to the office to handle the problem.

That evening, I went home, took a shower, and planned to organize the data on my computer (some applications needed to be recovered—the information in the registration forms was lost).

When I turned on the computer, I broke out in a cold sweat. This was incredibly embarrassing!—I had transferred the data to Zhang Min's hard drive, but hadn't moved it back yet! My best friend called and invited me out for drinks, but I completely forgot about it when I got back! This guy who always acts so high and mighty at work has now exposed all my secrets—including original content! I was frantic, like an ant on a hot plate, panicking about how to salvage the situation. At that moment, I could only pray that Zhang Min hadn't looked at her hard drive yet, or I'd be doomed!

I immediately pulled out my phone and called Zhang Min.

"Hello! Zhang Min!" I spoke very quickly; even a fool could hear the panic in my voice.

"Hmm? What's up?" Thank goodness! Her tone was calm, completely normal, and I breathed a slight sigh of relief. "

Um... um... my stuff is still on your hard drive; I forgot to move it back the other day! I need it urgently now, is it convenient for you?" I want to come and get it now, and I'll bring it back to you first thing tomorrow morning! My heart was pounding, afraid she wouldn't agree, and things would get complicated if it dragged on!

Okay! Hehe, another chance for me to take advantage of you, you asked for it! To my surprise, she didn't refuse, and I felt completely relieved.

Okay! I'm coming right now! I felt like I'd found a lifeline and immediately prepared to leave.

Wait! She's being unreasonable, I didn't say you could come and get it first!

So what do you want? Right now, all I want is to get my things back, so I'll accept any conditions as long as they're not too harsh.

You have to take me to a bar for drinks first!

What time is it? I checked my watch, it's almost 10:30!

Not even 10:30 yet, the nightlife is just beginning!

Okay! I'll come pick you up!

The bar had an ambiguous style, a seductive atmosphere, and many artworks on the walls. Seeing it makes your brain swell; if some young people saw it, their lower bodies would probably swell to varying degrees as well. Zhang Min, on the other hand, seemed very mature, with an expression of complete indifference, like a seasoned veteran. I was preoccupied and didn't have much time to appreciate the beauty before me; my only priority was to get the plate back as soon as possible!

We found a place to drink and chatted idly. She said she was surprised by my understanding of love songs, which was exactly the same as hers! To please her, I complimented her on her extraordinary wit, as if I had found a kindred spirit. She was delighted and drank quickly.

Actually, I was quite surprised by her – I was surprised by her extraordinary alcohol tolerance. Even a heavy drinker like me was a bit timid, gradually becoming unable to hold her liquor, while she was full of energy, and the conversation flowed more and more. First, she talked about anecdotes from her university days, then about the joys and sorrows of her dorm sisters becoming mistresses. I basically played the role of a listener, it felt like I had never been to university, and she was giving me a tutorial on university life. Out of politeness to the storyteller, I pretended to be very surprised, occasionally interjecting with "Really?" or "That's amazing!" to express my ignorance and curiosity. After

talking for a while, she suddenly felt that it was inappropriate for her to dominate the conversation, so she said: "Why don't you tell us your story too?"

Hehe, I don't have much to say! You already know a lot about university life, so there's no point in talking about it! After starting work, my life has been pretty ordinary, nothing worth mentioning! I'm still thinking about that hard drive.

Hehe, no way! Many men have their own fascinating stories, and for a seemingly honest and kind man like you, there must be some very interesting ones! I also love hearing stories of honest men who aren't honest! She stared at me with a fiery gaze, as if trying to inspire me to recall things, or perhaps tempting me to say something outrageous, even if it's just made up!

Let me think about it! I lit a cigarette, pretending to be deep in thought. It seems she won't let me off the hook today unless I reveal some inside information!

To maintain the tone we'd established in our earlier conversation, I decided to tell you about a friend's affair with his mistress.

This friend and I have been friends for ten years; we met at a high school video rental store. Birds of a feather flock together, and we were kindred spirits. Every weekend we'd go to the video rental store—not to watch the gunfights or martial arts movies we'd seen countless times, but mainly to see the porn that was shown at the end (back then, the video rental stores near our school opened at 6 PM and closed at 11 PM, showing gunfights or martial arts movies before, and invariably, porn as the last film!).

One day, because the owner had shown a film we'd already seen, one of the guys, almost at the same time as me, stood up to protest, demanding a different one! They even claimed that they came to support them mainly because of their wide selection of films, and that if things continued like this, their reputation would be ruined!

Public opinion couldn't be ignored, so the boss obediently switched to a new film. We cherished this hard-won benefit and watched it from beginning to end with great relish!

From then on, my friend and I developed a mutual respect and often went to watch together, gradually becoming good friends. Later, I came up with a somewhat irregular rule—people who are keen on watching porn are generally quite intelligent, and many of them are successful. For example, this guy later became a glorious public servant! And in his small unit, he's a man of his word, capable of making dents in the ground even with a single bubble!

"When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust; when people are poor, they think of theft." This saying perfectly describes my friend. His long years of theoretical study during his adolescence resulted in exceptionally perfect development of his male genes. Eager to participate in the great revolutionary practice as soon as possible, he hastily married after graduation (now, whenever he mentions it, he weeps bitterly, regretting his youthful impetuosity). Married life wasn't what he had imagined in our conversations—"I'll have sex every day after marriage, like eating, three meals a day without fail, and I'll absolutely prioritize quality of life!" However, fate played a cruel trick on him; this gifted man met someone he wasn't particularly attracted to. He said it was like a world-class boxing champion practicing in a pile of cotton; the force he threw didn't get the expected strong response, it was utterly boring! This poverty fueled his thieving desires.

He started looking for the best outlet for his pent-up energy (because his wife was good to him, he couldn't bear to divorce her), so he began thinking about having a mistress.

As fate would have it, while inspecting work at the grassroots level, he met a physical education teacher from a local middle school at a roundabout banquet, and their situations complemented each other perfectly. They were a match made in heaven, a golden, dreamlike sexual combination. Their encounter wasn't like dry wood meeting a raging fire, but rather dry wood meeting gasoline! This kind of encounter, where evenly matched opponents meet, gives heroes a stage to display their talents…

I roughly described these situations to Zhang Min, without any exaggeration or embellishment, but she still listened in stunned silence, then laughed and said, “Food and sex are human nature!”

Later, feeling the bar was a bit too warm, she took off her clothes. Her high, prominent breasts were very eye-catching, and against her rosy cheeks and slightly panting breaths, they stirred up one’s most primal impulses. All the blood in my heart rushed to two places—my genitals and my forehead! “

What do you think about sex?” She was so blunt! I tried my best to steady myself, but I still accidentally knocked over my glass!

Hehe, look how nervous you are. Let's just call it an academic discussion, no need to be so nervous! Maybe I've had a bit too much to drink, but I noticed how alluring she was when she said that, so many things were on the verge of being revealed.

Cough...cough...a bit too much to drink! I tried to appear calm as I picked up my glass, mentally calculating the appropriate level of my next words—she'd already set the tone: it was about sex. As for the degree, that was up to me. Too superficial and she'd be unhappy; too explicit, and she'd think I was a pervert. This is truly like the reform and opening up of China, feeling my way across the river!

Regarding sex, it's actually our feudal ideology that has mystified it. Because I don't yet understand the true intention behind her academic discussion, I'd better be cautious and try to be more academic: this feudal understanding of mystifying sex must have its reasons and roots. In my view, it mainly stems from early people's worship of sex. People worship sex because of its sacredness; its most sacred aspect is that it enables humankind to reproduce and thrive. Secondly, it brings unparalleled pleasure and happiness, and it's also the most intimate form of human communication, enjoyed by everyone regardless of wealth or social status—it transcends national boundaries and class. If we specifically divide democracy and freedom into a certain field, then in this field, there is absolute democracy and freedom! Although in feudal times, this democracy and freedom had certain limitations under the constraints of arranged marriage—there was no freedom to choose a partner before marriage, but after marriage, one could freely enjoy one's sexual partner, which was also a form of freedom. Of course, this freedom was only for one's partner; it would be wrong to misunderstand it as the freedom to have casual sex with everyone! What do you think? I stopped and asked, trying to ascertain her true intentions. "

I've never heard of these theories before, but I think they make some sense! I don't want to hear anything too profound, a bit empty!" She answered, neither too disappointed nor too satisfied. "

Then give me some inspiration, haha!" I gave her the initiative.

For example, premarital sex and the role of sex in relationships!

I personally think these two topics can be summarized into one question for discussion: the role of sex in relationships. Premarital sex is mostly related to feelings; it's about "deep affection." Sex should hold an important place in a relationship; it's a means of exchanging emotions and expressing love. Some experts have shown that prostitutes rarely experience orgasm during sex, which I think is because the sex lacks emotional connection and is replaced by utilitarianism. Many people have very good relationships but often complain about poor sexual coordination. Why is that?

Well, I'm a little embarrassed to answer that. Are you sure you want to hear it?

Of course!

I think it's a matter of technique! If the relationship is very good, but the technique isn't mastered during actual sexual activity, the situation you described will occur! There's a technique to this... I dare not go into details now; I think this is the dividing line between scholarship and lewdness, so I'm handing the initiative back to her.

Hehe, go ahead and tell me! It's nothing, I'm not some little girl anymore, just learning a bit! Her eyes lit up even more, as if she'd swallowed a mouthful of saliva!

Then don't think I'm being a lewd person. Discussing these issues inevitably involves saying things that might not be pleasant to hear. If you don't like it, just tell me to stop! This is my last time testing the waters, and my last time being a gentleman. From now on, as long as she gives the go-ahead, I'll speak freely.

No way! Go ahead and tell me! She's getting impatient. Do I look like a personality techniques expert?

To make it easier for you to understand, let me explain a few terms first. The first is the 'erogenous zone' – these are areas with a high concentration of nerve endings, which in sexual terms are the sexual nerves. These areas are located in: 1. The genital area – in men, this is concentrated on the glans penis, scrotum, and perineum; in women, it's concentrated on the clitoris, labia majora and minora, and vaginal walls; 2. The inner thighs; 3. The area near the anus; 4. The lower abdomen, earlobes, and neck; 5. The female breasts, especially the nipples. Secondly, the G-spot – this is particularly important for women. The female G-spot is located about 3 centimeters inside the vaginal opening, above the vaginal wall. The sexual nerves are highly concentrated here, making it easy for women to reach orgasm when stimulated by the back-and-forth friction of the glans penis. Below, I will introduce some common methods of intercourse: sexual intercourse, oral sex, and anal sex. Here, "sexual intercourse" is a narrow concept, a branch of the scope of lovemaking, specifically referring to the union of male and female genitalia, that is, the process of a man's penis penetrating a woman's vagina and thrusting back and forth. This is the most basic form of sex and also the most effective way for both men and women to reach orgasm. "Oral sex" involves both partners sucking or licking the genitals with their mouths. This form of sex is very stimulating and allows one to experience sex from another perspective, because the lips themselves are one of the erogenous zones—oh, right, I forgot about this when I was talking about erogenous zones! The roughness of the tongue's surface, combined with its flexibility, can effectively stimulate the genitals in practice, thereby triggering orgasm. "Oral sex" can be performed alternately by one partner, or it can be performed simultaneously by both partners, the so-called "69" position. I will discuss the technical details later.

"Anal sex" usually refers to the penetration of a man's penis into a woman's anus. It can also refer to a woman using sexual enhancement products to penetrate a man's or her own anus to achieve psychological pleasure. The anus is a highly erogenous zone, and the anal sphincter muscles are relatively tight. Compared to vaginal penetration, it's easier for a man to experience a youthful tightness and reach orgasm, while the woman also experiences great satisfaction.

At this point, Zhang Min didn't interrupt me. Her brows were furrowed, her face flushed, and faint lines appeared on her neck. Her chest rose and fell with her breath, her hand rubbing back and forth on her wine glass, her eyes fixed on me. She

took a sip of her drink, lit another cigarette, and continued her academic discussion without hesitation. I felt a pleasure similar to that of sex. I wonder if she felt the same? If she did, then we were having a genuine spiritual sexual encounter.

Now I will talk about the specific techniques and details. To make my explanation easier and your understanding easier, I would like to design a scenario – for example, the climax of lovemaking between Xiao Wang and his wife Xiao Li on the weekend. That evening, Xiao Wang and Xiao Li tacitly made careful preparations. They ate dinner early and went for a walk together. Xiao Li's body was pressed close to Xiao Wang's, and one of her breasts was intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against Xiao Wang's side. Xiao Wang put his arm around Xiao Li's waist, and placed his hand between Xiao Li's other breast and lower abdomen, occasionally whispering sweet nothings in Xiao Li's ear... After about half an hour, they returned home and took a bath together. While taking a shower, they first embraced each other naked, stroking each other's backs, buttocks, and clefts, while twisting their bodies to make their breasts squeeze and rub against each other. Xiao Wang then began to kiss Xiao Li's earlobes, earlobes, neck, and finally his lips with his hot lips.

Xiao Li closed her eyes and moaned softly. When their lips met, Xiao Wang cupped Xiao Li's head in his hands and gradually slipped his tongue into her mouth. Xiao Li responded passionately with her own tongue, their tongues licking and intertwining. At this moment, Xiao Li would involuntarily free one hand to grasp and knead her husband's penis... After about 5-10 minutes, Xiao Wang's mouth began to slowly move downwards. His wife tilted her head back, placed her hands on her husband's head, and moaned even louder, letting her husband kiss her chest... Finally, Xiao Wang bent over, his lips slowly moving from her neck to her chest, finally kissing her breasts back and forth, sucking and licking her erect nipples. His hands would move to his wife's lower body, one hand stroking her inner thighs, the other going around to her buttocks, stroking back and forth across the cleft, finally reaching her vulva. He would first stroke her entire vulva, then gently pinch and rub her clitoris with his middle and index fingers. At this point, he would feel a certain degree of stickiness in his wife's private parts—this wasn't bathwater, which has a harder texture, while the stickiness here was softer and thicker. To give an analogy, it felt like brake fluid. This is the love fluid secreted by Xiao Li due to her husband's stimulation, commonly known as "lubricant." At this time, Xiao Li will involuntarily twist her body, and her hands will also reach up to caress her breasts. She feels a surge of heat inside her, a desire that wants to burst forth. At the same time, her vagina is engorged with blood, itchy and swollen inside, and she longs for something to be inserted.

If Xiao Wang persists a little longer, he can pick up his wife, let her wrap her legs around his waist, exposing her pink vulva, and aim for penetration. Xiao Li is already impatient, so Xiao Wang doesn't need to do anything else. He just needs to hold his wife firmly. His wife will hug his neck and twist vigorously, raising and lowering her buttocks while making circular motions, trying to insert her husband's penis as deeply as possible so that the surging undercurrent can gush out. They could also change positions. Xiao Li would bend forward, and Xiao Wang would penetrate her vagina from behind, cupping and kneading her breasts with his hands… Until finally, Xiao Li's moans grew louder and her writhing more violently, almost into incoherent babbling. Xiao Wang would then increase the frequency and speed of his thrusts, trying to penetrate all the way in each time. Within a minute, he would feel a gush of heat spurt from his wife's vagina, sometimes accompanied by a soft… *Plop—or *smack—* Almost simultaneously, Xiao Wang also ejaculated, his penis and vagina completely enveloped in a warm, overflowing fluid. Both he and his wife were drenched in sweat, their bodies immediately going limp… After showering, they went to bed to rest. If they weren't quite done, they would continue their activities in bed…

At this moment, I noticed Zhang Min starting to pant softly, her forehead damp with sweat, her eyes becoming hazy and confused. My lower body was throbbing, and when I stretched out my leg, it touched her calf. Just as I was about to move away to avoid suspicion, her other calf followed, trapping my penis between them.

Now, tell me about what happened in bed with them! She bit her rosy cherry lips, very sexy—to me, it was clearly a provocation!

I seized the opportunity to expand my gains: Xiao Wang and Xiao Li returned to bed, completely satisfied—both naked. Xiao Wang used a pillow as a backrest, half-lying down, and reached his hand under Xiao Li's armpit, spreading his palm slightly inward, forming a bra shape to cover Xiao Li's breasts, his palm touching her nipples, his fingers kneading her soft and elastic breasts. Xiao Li nestled against him, her hands gently stroking her husband's chest, whispering, "That felt so good!" As Xiao Wang's fingertips moved upwards and gently twisted his wife's swollen nipples, Xiao Li seemed to be electrocuted. Her legs instinctively tightened and moved back and forth, and one hand unconsciously reached down to her vulva and began to rub it... Xiao Wang gently pulled Xiao Li's hand away from her vulva and placed it on his penis, while his own hand caressed Xiao Li's clitoris and labia... Xiao Li's body trembled slightly, and she let out a soft moan. Her soft, fleshy hands stroked her husband's engorged penis back and forth... Xiao Wang felt his wife's clitoris harden, so he parted her labia and slowly inserted his middle finger. It was wet and warm inside. Xiao Li squeezed her legs tighter... Seeing that the time was right, Xiao Wang flipped his middle finger upwards, exploring the upper wall of his wife's vagina. He stopped at a relatively firm spot and began to gently push and rub. Xiao Li let out a soft moan, "Ah—," and whispered, "That's it, husband, I want you!"

...Xiao Wang skillfully rubbed and kneaded, soon feeling new fluid overflowing from his wife's vagina... Xiao Li rolled over and turned, burying her head between her husband's thighs, opening her red, sexy lips to take his penis into her mouth, sucking and licking... Then she licked the glans and coronal sulcus with her tongue, while her other hand kneaded the scrotum and testicles... Xiao Wang wasn't idle either, he... His wife's position exposed her lower body right in front of his face. He used his hands to pry open his wife's buttocks, moved closer, and licked her. His tongue swirled inside her vagina, and his nose rubbed against her anus... until they were both incredibly wet. Xiao Li was already at the peak of excitement. She immediately flipped over and straddled her husband, taking his hard penis and shoving it into her burning vulva, repeatedly saying, "Husband, you're so good! I want it! Oh-oh-oh-oh-I want to go!" As she spoke, she frantically twisted her lower body, the wet sounds of flesh colliding and Xiao Li's increasingly loud moans filling the room. The air was thick with the scent of orgasm… Xiao Wang lay back, his hands gripping his wife's breasts, thrusting upwards forcefully…

At this moment, Zhang Min's breathing became even more rapid, as if she had entered the role of the heroine. One hand, which had been resting on the table, slowly moved downwards. Her eyes, though glazed, revealed a strong desire; her lust was clearly rising. She parted her lips and whispered, "I want to go back! Will you see me off?"

I, too, was burning with desire, and got up to help her. Perhaps she really couldn't hold her liquor, for she obediently reached out, rose, and leaned softly against me. Her large, sexy breasts pressed unabashedly against me. Stimulated by her uniquely feminine breaths and the fragrance emanating from her body, I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, whispering, almost biting her ear, "I'll give it to you!"

She looked at me with eyes full of longing and unbearable desire and said, "I want that too!" Then she wrapped her arms around me like snakes. I carried her soft body outside, her hands roaming over my chest, my hands involuntarily moving to her breasts… To avoid being seen, I quickened my pace until we reached the outside of the bar. The streets were nearly deserted. I pinned her against the wall and kissed her passionately. She responded strongly, placing her hands on my crotch…

Just then, the awful roar of an engine blared, the blinding headlights illuminating our dim corner like daylight. She quickly pulled away from my embrace, awkwardly tidying her disheveled hair, repeatedly apologizing, “I’m sorry, I’ve had too much to drink!” I stared at her in surprise. The engine noise and the headlights seemed to sober her up considerably, revealing a hint of the cold indifference and disdain she displayed at work! I couldn’t care less. I leaned closer to her face, but she suddenly pulled away, saying, "Don't do that! You've had too much to drink!" Then she quickly pulled a portable hard drive from her bag and handed it to me, saying, "Go home early, you don't need to see me off!" After shoving the hard drive into my hands, she fled towards an oncoming taxi...

This sudden turn of events was like a bucket of cold water poured over me. I stood there, dumbfounded, watching the taxi drive away, wanting to chase after it and overturn that wrecked vehicle! Why did this happen? Why did the sure thing fly away? I walked towards my car, feeling dejected and depressed, constantly glancing back at the direction the taxi had gone. A question kept nagging at me: what was she worried about, or was she hiding something? At the same time, I made up my mind—I must get my hands on her!

I dejectedly opened the car door, tossed the hard drive onto the passenger seat, started the engine—released the handbrake—shifted gear—and stepped on the gas. The car, as if in a fit of rage, lurched forward…

Back home, I was burning with lust. I immediately turned on my computer, connected the hard drive, and started watching my classic porn: Western, Japanese, South Korean, Hong Kong, Taiwan, mainland China, and even my own films—old and young, 2P, 3P, even group sex, same-sex, opposite-sex, and even interracial! I vented my frustration by scanning everything, usually fast-forwarding to the crucial parts. At the end, I shamefully summoned my old subordinates—Left and Right—whom I hadn't contacted in years—to solve the problem… My

anger subsided. While copying my data back to my computer, I also looked at her information—as the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. I needed to understand her thoroughly and comprehensively, to find the crux of the problem so I could prescribe the right remedy—the only shortcut at the moment was to carefully examine her information; perhaps I could find some clues.

I first opened the "Mental Space" files under her "Life Files" directory—I remembered seeing them before; they contained random thoughts and diary entries. To analyze a person, you have to start from their inner self.

I read through her thoughts and diary with very mixed feelings, regretting that I was so focused on finding porn on her hard drive that I overlooked these things. If I had seen them back then, I wouldn't be in this situation today. I might have been a completely different person—gently guiding and advising me, earnestly teaching me, and wholeheartedly helping me, caring for her like a brother. The more I read, the more I felt despicable, pathetic, and worse than a beast. No amount of derogatory language used to describe a shameful man would be an exaggeration! Self-blame and fear filled my mind. Tomorrow I have to go to work, and these colleagues I see every day—besides this problem, how am I supposed to face them? How incredibly awkward is this? I chain-smoked, my mind racing, trying to salvage the situation. Ideally, I wanted to become her a close friend. To make amends for my mistake, I was willing to do anything to help her out of her confusion and helplessness. I'd give her anything, except my life. Her records were perfectly preserved, including her life reflections and daily life from university to graduation and starting work. In one of her entries (probably shortly after entering university), she wrote: "Why am I not happy?

In university, to outsiders, I'm a carefree princess—beautiful, from a wealthy family, and always using the best of everything." Every time my parents come to visit, they bring big bags and small bags, containing snacks as well as some high-end consumer goods, such as laptops and the latest mobile phones. Basically, I get to use any good stuff they have right away. My bank account has never had less than 5,000 yuan. Every time I withdraw a little and spend it, the number has increased by the time I visit again. I know it's either my parents depositing money into my account. My account is like it has an automatic top-up program, only the amount is different each time—sometimes 1,000 more, sometimes only 800. I still don't understand why, if they can be so good to their own daughter, they can't be a little better to each other? Even just a tiny bit!

From as far back as I can remember, I've never experienced what other children do—going to the park, riding bumper cars, having picnics with their parents… All they gave me was abundant material comforts and a constant, irreconcilable conflict of nitpicking, arguments, verbal abuse, and even physical violence!

In this seemingly sunny and happy family, I witnessed so many sordid things that I still can't understand! I once caught my mother naked with another man in the house, and I once accidentally broke into my father's office and found him having sex with a woman! I learned about the despicable and vulgar nature of such acts far too early. I hate them! Why did they have to do this? Why didn't they divorce, start their own families, and live an honest life? Is the sake of the children really a respectable excuse and reason? So, I hate my parents in my heart, and I also hate relationships between men and women! Disgusting!!!

Why am I not happy?

Then I saw another piece of her opinion and disgust about love and relationships between men and women. This piece should have been written when she was a sophomore or junior in college: Is it necessary???

It's terrifying! All my roommates have boyfriends! Is college just a marriage agency and a place for people to get horny? Every night, they come back very late, all with happy and blissful expressions. Soon after entering the dormitory, they start whispering sweet nothings on the phone, saying the most cheesy things imaginable, like "darling," "give me a kiss," "kiss," "I miss you so much I don't want to sleep," etc., filling my ears. There are even people who shamelessly say they want to do what happened on the playground again! Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting!!

Some people often don't come home to sleep—everyone knows they're out having affairs with me and my boyfriend! Even worse, some have moved out of their dorms and are renting apartments off-campus with their boyfriends! Is sex really that wonderful and indescribable? Can it be eaten or worn as clothing? Is love just about sex? What is love? It's mutual admiration and support, flying wing to wing, progressing together! If I need love, I absolutely refuse to have sex in between!

However, I currently have no desire for love; it seems I'm inherently incompatible with it! Those guys who pursue me are only after my money and looks, and of course, some want to do those filthy things after they get me! Don't even think about it, get lost! If one day I really surrender, then that person is definitely an exceptionally outstanding and unconventional individual! But, is that true? Maybe yes, maybe no! Let it be, let nature take its course!!

The next few posts are her thoughts on some of her roommates becoming mistresses, and also her accusations against her sister for having a miscarriage. These are basically things she told me before. I skimmed through them and skipped over them, then carefully read about her experiences with her boyfriend in college. After reading them, I understood why she was so sensitive to engine noise and loud headlights.

The following is her expression of joy and happiness at finding her Prince Charming: Hehe, God hasn't let me down!

First of all, I want to shout: Thank you, God! Hehe, the reason I thank him is because—he hasn't let me down! I thought I'd never find love in my life, but unexpectedly, God brought Ah Kun to me! Really, it's God's blessing—Ah Kun is a boyfriend who perfectly meets all my requirements! Gentle and refined, clean and neat, tall and slender, extraordinary, outstanding, witty and humorous… Hehe, am I being a bit blind? Anyway, whether I am or not, I like him very much!

Meeting Ah Kun is so strange, and I've started to truly believe in fate! That day I went to the cafeteria for lunch, and it was peak mealtime. Our darn cafeteria was packed! (Hehe, thinking back now, the cafeteria was so cute!) I carried my tray around looking for an empty table, but couldn't find one! I had to make do, so I randomly picked a table that was already occupied but had one empty seat and sat down (note, I didn't have any ulterior motives; it was completely unintentional!). After I sat down, I looked at the person opposite me. It was a guy, a very sunny and refreshing guy! He moved his tray a bit, gave me a very friendly look, as if to say, "Hehe, I'll make some room for you!" I quietly said thank you! He smiled and said it was nothing! After saying that, he buried his head in his food. You could tell from how he ate that he was a very well-mannered person, and he wasn't like those guys who would try to flirt with you with their smooth talk and shifty eyes.

I also buried my head in my food, but a strange feeling suddenly arose in my heart, and I couldn't help but steal glances at him. He was so focused on eating that he was completely unaware that my gaze had already swept over him several times, haha! Halfway through my meal, I gasped for breath, quickly sticking out my tongue and fanning myself with my hand to cool down the spiciness—there was chili in the food I ordered today! What the hell, I remember specifically checking before ordering! Just as I was about to get up to get a Coke, the boy pushed a Coke towards me, politely saying, "Hey, you drink this, I haven't touched it. I didn't want to drink it anyway, it'd be a waste to throw it away!" I already had an inexplicable fondness for him, and with his sincere eyes, I didn't hesitate to say thank you and pick up the cup...

After drinking the cola, I lost my appetite and couldn't eat anything more. Plus, sitting there made me feel a little uncomfortable—like a rabbit had run into my arms. So I quickly packed up and left—a bit of an escape, haha! I don't even know what I was running away from?

After lunch, I rushed to the radio station. That guy's face kept popping into my head—it was really weird! I went to the radio station to prepare for an interview tomorrow morning—there's someone in our school who's not only academically excellent, but also runs a small company that hires underprivileged students to help out, sharing the profits! Apparently, he's a very good person with excellent character and intelligence, and the person from the station who contacted him said he's also handsome!

I wasn't originally scheduled to be the host, but the original host got sick, so I had to fill in! To prepare for tomorrow's program, I need to brush up on some relevant information first.

Working until past 10 PM, I finally memorized the information of the person coming to Taiwan for an interview: male, Han Chinese, computer science major, both parents are university teachers, fascinated by computers since childhood, and after entering university, he volunteered to install computers for classmates and the department, also serving as the computer lab administrator; in his sophomore year, he started a computer company—specializing in installing computers for university students, while also taking computer courses and selling complete/disassembled computers; the company adopted democratic management, all employees were students from impoverished backgrounds, and the income was split equally among everyone… Our interview questions mainly focused on: how he balances his studies and company affairs, and how he performs so well in both? Also, what are his views on university student entrepreneurship? What are the reasons that he only hires students from impoverished backgrounds?

I returned to my dorm room and was about to open the closet to get my underwear to take a shower when I suddenly realized I'd lost my keys!

I searched my entire body and every nook and cranny, but still nothing. It seemed my only hope was the radio station; I might have left them there. But they were closed now, so I had to endure the night and come back to shower after my show the next day…

The next day, I went to the radio station early to see if my keys were there. I searched everywhere but couldn't find them. I was so angry! My carelessness, my old habit, had caused me so much trouble! Oh well, I decided to give up looking and wait until after my show to have someone break the lock! Just as

the interview was about to start, the student who was hosting us led in someone! Oh my god! It was him!!

He was just as surprised as I was. We exchanged greetings, and I was about to tell him the details of the program. Before I could even speak, he magically produced my keys, laughing and saying, "You left these in the cafeteria yesterday! I was planning to hand them over to your radio station today to help them find the owner, but I didn't expect to meet you right here! Haha!

What a coincidence! A bit unbelievable, haha :), is this what they call fate?" Next, I conducted an exclusive interview with him. We worked together very well, and throughout the program, I had a very special feeling—a feeling I had never experienced before that filled my heart. Although my heart was pounding, I felt extremely comfortable, happy, and at ease. Every glance from him was so comforting and satisfying. Every time we made eye contact, I felt a warm current flowing through my heart…

His demeanor on the program further increased my admiration for him—polite, courteous, and unpretentious. For example, when I asked him if he ever felt he didn't have enough time to balance his studies and career, he said that time is like water in a sponge; if you squeeze it, you'll always find some! I'd heard those words before, but the way he expressed them—in his magnetic voice and sincere manner—gave them a completely different feel, inspiring genuine respect! I asked why he only admitted students from impoverished backgrounds and why the income was split equally. He replied that it was simply because he believed in the most basic principle of being human—that all people are equal, though there may be differences in material or spiritual aspects, but their dignity and self-respect are absolutely equal! People in society should help each other, share resources, and in the allocation of resources, try to take care of disadvantaged groups caused by the system or lack of opportunity, making equality more widespread! How profound and thought-provoking his words were! I have to admit, he was the first person I admired in university!

Back in my dorm that night, I couldn't help but hum "The Promise of a Wanderer": "There are many roads to love, but I chose you..." My mind was filled with his image, and my heart was so sweet—he said he could find time to help me with my notebook—it keeps crashing!

Hehe :), That's how I met Ah Kun, and of course, we started dating! With him, I felt the sweetness of love and the happiness of being a girl cherished and loved by her boyfriend! Every time we hold hands, my heart flutters—I wonder what a kiss tastes like? (We've only been holding hands so far). If he kisses me on Valentine's Day, I won't object! Shh! Hehe :)

I'll say it again: Thank God! Hehe!

After reading this, I felt as if I had returned to my university days, to that pure and beautiful sky. I could almost see a happy young couple, inseparable and whispering sweet nothings. Because I wanted to see the outcome of the Valentine's Day story he described, I didn't linger and went straight to find it—such a grand ceremony should be there!

I found it quickly! —A Depressing Valentine's Day! It was filled with shyness, disappointment, frustration, and anger—not because Sun Kun's actions that day didn't meet her expectations, but because of their strong condemnation and protest against being disturbed!

"A Depressing Valentine's Day!" Today is Valentine's Day, but this is a frustrating and disappointing Valentine's Day experience. It's infuriating! (Please forgive my swearing, but only profanity can express my feelings right now).

I had already told myself that if Ah Kun kissed me today, I wouldn't refuse! Well, that depends on his own fate.

This morning, before I even got out of bed, Ah Kun called to wake me up, saying he was downstairs and wanted to give me something (he told me last night that he had a surprise gift for me when he took me out for BBQ). I went downstairs, still half asleep. He was already waiting in the lobby—he must have been meticulously prepared for today; his outfit couldn't have been put together in less than half an hour: a beige casual suit, a dark plaid velvet shirt, off-white casual trousers, and dark brown casual platform shoes. These simple items, combined with his tall, slender, and neither too thin nor too fat frame, made him look sunny, handsome, and full of youthful energy. My disheveled appearance, on the other hand, was a stark contrast to him—cartoon slippers, a baggy pink pajama top, and messy hair. When Ah Kun saw me like this, he couldn't help but laugh! He struck a cool pose like Stephen Chow—turning his head to the side and raising his hand in a "go back" gesture. We both laughed. I grabbed him and said, "Where's the stuff?

Miss, if I may be so bold, I'm afraid with you, you'll never get it!" Ah Kun tossed his head, mimicking Stephen Chow.

"Hehe, I don't care, give it to me now!" I held my palm out in front of him. "

Hehe, then hold on tight!" He pulled a slip of paper from his pocket, pointed his finger, and solemnly placed it in my palm. His expression and actions were comical—which is what I like about him. To outsiders, he's a bookworm and a workaholic, lacking in romance and humor. But only by truly entering his life and having the closest contact can you discover his wit, humor, and cunning.

"Ah—? That's it?" I pretended to be disappointed, but my curiosity immediately piqued—this guy's note is definitely more than just love words or poems!

"Hehe, this is really valuable! You go back to your room first and study it! I'm leaving!" He said, then mysteriously walked away.

Sigh—! I really wanted to stop him, but he had already slipped out the door.

Unable to call him back, I impatiently unfolded the note in my hand. Hehe! It turned out to be a map—he made it with CorelDRAW, and I immediately recognized it as our school and some nearby locations. It showed: the cafeteria, the broadcasting station, classrooms, the park, the restaurant outside the school gate, and his company, etc. Routes were marked in red lines at each location, along with Arabic numerals 1, 2, 3, 4, 5… The map had explanations at the bottom.

Haha, so this is a treasure map! Ah Kun wants me to find it myself. He wrote to Minmin: "I've prepared many gifts for you today, but you have to find them yourself. The reason I'm doing this is because other methods are too mundane and conventional. You are a very special girl—and of course, the only girl I truly cherish in this life. So, I want to give you what I want to give you in this way. Besides being fun, I also want to tell you a life philosophy—many things require effort to achieve, such as our future family and career. We all need to work hard, strive, and fight for them. I love you! Go find your gifts! May you always be a happy little princess!"

Haha, this is so exciting! I rushed back to my dorm, tidied myself up, and hurried downstairs, studying the treasure map while munching on bread.

According to the map, I needed to go to the cafeteria first, since it was marked as number 1. But what to do there? There were no hints; it was up to fate!

I quickly racked my brain for information related to the cafeteria, and suddenly an idea struck me—that's it! My first encounter with him was in the cafeteria! So I went straight to the table where we first ate.

It was breakfast time, and although many people were lazy, especially the boys who usually skipped breakfast, our school had a large population, and the cafeteria wasn't big, so even the few people eating there made it bustling! As soon as I reached the second-floor entrance, I saw that the table was already occupied! I was too embarrassed to go over there rashly, so I waited for them to leave...

This wait felt like an eternity! Firstly, I wanted to see what was there as soon as possible. Secondly, I was afraid they would ruin the scene, causing trouble for my treasure hunt, or even ruining the whole exciting game!

I waited anxiously for about 10 minutes, feeling like my hair had turned white from waiting! As soon as they left, I rushed over as fast as I could, afraid someone else would want the table!

There was nothing on the table except some soup and debris. The area under the table and chairs was empty; I found nothing. Had my initial thinking been wrong? Was it a trap? But no! He was trying to make me happy; he wouldn't do that, and besides, he didn't want his plan to fall apart! So I started imagining what he would do here, setting up traps, and suddenly it clicked! Haha, you idiot, trying to fool me? Not so easy! It must be here! As I had this sudden realization, my hand reached behind the table. Haha! There was an envelope on the back, taped shut with double-sided tape. It was stiff inside. I bent down and pulled it off, my heart pounding with excitement. What was inside?

Haha, finally found it! A sense of accomplishment welled up inside me, my heart pounding. On the envelope was Ah Kun's familiar, strong, and angular regular script handwriting. The message read, "Haha, girl, are you thinking, 'Finally found it!'?" My heart is still pounding! Isn't it? Look quickly, or we won't have enough time!

This guy is practically a mind reader; he knows exactly what I'm thinking!

I quickly tore open the envelope, eager to see what was inside. Why was it so late?

It was a CD! Inside was a note: "Hey girl, hurry up and host your 'Morning Greetings,' or you'll be late. Since you have this opportunity, use your special privilege to play this disc on the radio—you don't need to say anything at the start of today's program, just play this disc, and then you can continue hosting. Don't worry, I won't do anything wrong!"

I checked my watch: 7:00! I was so focused on the treasure hunt that I almost forgot I was supposed to host the program at 7:10. Luckily, Ah Kun reminded me. This guy is so meticulous and calculating! Looks like there's more to come. He's probably been planning this treasure hunt for a long time, and it's all been carefully planned!

I ran all the way to the station, my heart filled with curiosity and excitement about that mysterious disc.

Entering the broadcasting studio, I turned on the equipment, put on my headphones, and without caring whether it was time or not, I put the disc in.

Heh! It turned out he was lip-syncing using software—after the program's introductory music, my voice came through the background music: "Good morning everyone, I'm Zhang Min, it's time for our 'Morning Greetings' again. First of all, I wish everyone a happy holiday, and a pleasant work and study experience! At the request of a classmate, before we play any songs, he will dedicate a song to all the couples in the school, wishing everyone a happy marriage, success in their careers, and that all lovers will be united!" And I sincerely wished his girlfriend a happy holiday, wishing her to always be a happy little princess! After my opening remarks, a beautiful and melodious prelude began, and soon Lao Lang sang with deep emotion: There are many roads leading to love, but I chose you... I opened my diary and your name appeared many times... There's a song in which you were once heartbroken, there's a song in which I peeled apples for you... I also pointed to the flowing river and said I would create a warm little nest for you...

I listened quietly to the program I was hosting, from surprise to emotion, and finally shed two streams of hot tears, feeling like the happiest person in the world! I vowed in my heart that I would only love Ah Kun in this life!

Near the end, I switched the audio back to my original voice and continued hosting. Since Ah Kun's recording was entirely in my style and voice, there wasn't a single flaw…

The program ended at 7:35. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, filled with happiness, excitement, and curiosity, and headed straight to the classroom—the map showed a classroom, and I happened to have a class, so Ah Kun's "potion" must be in my classroom!

When I arrived, most of the students were already there, just waiting for the bell to ring and for the teacher to arrive precisely on time. Some were reading newspapers, others were joking and playing. I walked towards my usual spot—our classmates all liked to sit where they liked, and we gradually settled on a routine. But today, someone had placed a cushion on my seat! Just as I was about to ask whose cushion it was, I immediately smiled knowingly—it must be Ah Kun's doing! The cushion was brand new! I happily sat down, and while putting my backpack down, I found a beautiful gift box in the drawer. I quickly opened it, and hehe! It was a very elegant women's fountain pen, along with a note. Hehe, don't be angry, I was the one who took the spot, but now the pen and cushion are yours! Didn't you like this cushion when we went shopping last time? Now I'm going to buy it for you, hoping it will help you concentrate better in class; the pen is the one I chose for you, didn't you want to practice your calligraphy? How can you do that without the right tools? Okay, let's get ready for class, and after class we'll go to the next stop!

I couldn't concentrate on the class at all; I was enveloped in an intense happiness and sweetness—even though I didn't receive a bright red rose like the other students! I was already floating on air, completely intoxicated.

My mind was filled with Ah Kun's image; I missed him terribly—even though I'd only seen him this morning, it felt like an eternity! I waited agonizingly for the class to end, secretly texting Ah Kun, but he didn't reply—his phone was off! Each day felt like an eternity!

After

class, I rushed to the garden, where Ah Kun was already waiting for me! Holding a single rose, he looked at me with deep affection. Forgetting my previous reserve, I ran over and threw myself into his arms like a little bird, clinging to him tightly as if afraid he would fly away. This was the first time I'd ever hugged a man other than my father so intimately. The moment our bodies touched, I trembled all over, like an electric shock, a tingling sensation from head to toe. My heart raced, and my whole body burned, as if an innate impulse had been unleashed within me… Because of the crowd, I reluctantly pulled away from him…

He gave me the flowers, saying, “I only have one rose in my life—it belongs only to you!” I took the flowers, greedily inhaling and exhaling their fragrance, which was intoxicating! “

Come on, let’s go eat!” Ah Kun pulled my hand and led me outside.

That strange feeling from before returned to me. Foolishly, I let him lead me forward. At that moment, I so wished he would ignore the passersby and give me a kiss, a long, deep kiss!

He took me to the restaurant on the treasure map, ordered my favorite dishes, and kept putting food on my plate. I happily enjoyed it all, my eyes never leaving him. I wanted to carefully admire this man who belonged to me—high nose, big eyes, full lips, and a broad chest… The heat inside me surged again, quickly spreading to my ears, neck, and cheeks. My face turned red and hot…

After a hazy meal, Ah Kun said he didn't have class in the afternoon and had to go to the company. He told me to go directly to his company after class, and then we could have dinner together. He also gave me a gift from his company!

After parting ways with Ah Kun, I suddenly felt like a kite with a broken string, aimlessly returning to school, Ah Kun's image lingering…

My afternoon classes lasted until 7 o'clock! I groggily made it through, and as soon as the teacher announced the end of class, I was the first to run out of the classroom and head straight to Ah Kun's company by taxi!

When I arrived, Ah Kun was still busy. Seeing me, he stopped what he was doing and asked me with concern if I was hungry. I said no. Then he poured me a glass of water and went to get the gift I had given him—a beautiful necklace!

I admired it with great delight, and after I had played with it enough, he said, "Let me put it on you!" His tone was gentle yet firm. I obediently handed him the necklace and stretched my neck out.

He unfastened the clasp, stood in front of me, held one end in each hand, and leaned over to fasten it from behind! I could feel his warm breath on my ear, and I involuntarily leaned forward, my chest pressed against his. Unable to suppress the urge, I hugged him tightly, trying to release that inexplicable feeling… "

There's someone at the company!" Ah Kun whispered in my ear, almost right next to it. His warm breath quickly seeped into my body… Then, reluctantly, I pulled away, the pleasure of the tight embrace vanishing abruptly…

While waiting for Ah Kun to finish his work, my gaze kept following him, and I remained in a daze until it was time to eat.

The food on the table was still my favorite, but I had no appetite at all. I felt like I had lost something, but I didn't know what it was.

After we finished eating and came out of the restaurant, the streets were already brightly lit. Because the restaurant was in a rather remote location, we had to walk through a darker street before we could hail a taxi back.

I clung tightly to Ah Kun's hand, his elbow brushing against my chest with each step! We slowly walked into the dimly lit street. The further we went, the stronger the strange impulse in my heart became. Ah Kun's breathing became rapid, and my heart pounded as if I were waiting for a storm to break. In that instant, we almost simultaneously pressed our lips to each other's, kissing passionately and wildly...

The moment our fiery lips touched, I felt a shiver run through my body, and I immediately felt dizzy. Instinctively, my lips moved in response to Ah Kun's rapid breathing and his moving lips. Gradually... our mouths slowly opened, and the kiss became more open and spacious... He extended his tongue... I immediately responded with my own tongue... I felt unbearably hot all over, and I tightly hugged his neck with both hands. My blood was surging and churning, and I couldn't help but twist my body, hoping that the thing throbbing inside me would break through that invisible wall and erupt...

Just as we were kissing passionately, completely immersed in that blissful, tingling, and swollen feeling, a noisy motorcycle screeched past, and the rider screamed and whistled at us...

Ah Kun and I were roughly jolted awake, abruptly separated, and staring at the departing brutisher, we held our breath in shock, unable to recover for a long time... After regaining our senses, the passion and feelings from just now had vanished... We

returned to school with lingering fear, and because of the lingering fear, our kiss never happened again. This was a depressing Valentine's Day. The whole day was filled with romance and surprises, but it was all completely ruined in the end. That was my first kiss with Ah Kun! It was the kiss I longed for most, the one I was most passionate about!

Damn pedestrians, damn place, what a depressing Valentine's Day disaster!!!

After reading this, I finally understand why she was so sensitive to the sound of the engine! I also feel regret and heartache for my own overzealousness. At the same time, I subconsciously feel a sense of rejection towards Ah Kun in the story!

I'm increasingly interested in what happened to them afterward. I really want to see what happened when they came back. Judging from Zhang Min's description of herself, it's impossible for nothing to happen between them, because Zhang Min has a strong desire and need deep down!

So, I continued searching for more sensitive words, such as pleasure, excitement, passion, and kiss.

What they did next made me go through a series of emotions: regret, heartache, contempt, silence, shock, and righteous indignation…

This is a story about Zhang Min and A Kun being abruptly interrupted from their passionate encounter.

In her diary, Zhang Min wrote: "I admit that due to the influence of my parents' unhealthy lifestyle, my understanding of matters between men and women (sex) was flawed, and my insights into the relationship between sex and love were not as unique as I thought. At the same time, I also admit that I am not a saint detached from worldly affairs." Since Valentine's Day, I've felt something dormant within me awaken. This awakening was triggered by the series of intimate actions I shared with Ah Kun that day. From then on, every time I fall asleep at night or wake up in the morning, that surging heat rises within me. My mind is filled with Ah Kun's image and the scene of our kiss. I often lie still, quietly savoring that feeling, or fantasizing about the pleasure I would experience if that surging heat hadn't been interrupted. The more I fantasize, the hotter and wetter my lower body becomes. I often tuck the blanket between my legs, and later, I even reached out and touched my genitals… Afterwards, I felt incredibly guilty, thinking I was being indecent! But I can't help it. I seem to be obsessed with this thing, constantly feeling guilty, only to repeat the same mistake again… Especially when I'm close to Ah Kun, I can't control that undercurrent of desire. Changing my usual habit of holding hands, I started hanging on his arm, letting his elbow rub against my face, bringing me a fleeting pleasure!

Perhaps that unexpected encounter made us wary, and we never did anything like that again, or anything more intimate, except for our unspoken way of walking—because we rarely have time or space alone. I also know that if we ever have a completely quiet, undisturbed environment next time, we might very well end up doing anything. I both hope it happens and fear it happening. Because it simply means defining whether I'm a woman or a girl! Several times, Ah Kun hinted that he wouldn't go back to the dorm that night, but I always backed out at the last minute, only to regret it later. This happened several times, until I made up my mind that when Ah Kun brought it up again, I would overcome all my psychological barriers and comply, because this torment was too unbearable!

On my birthday, we went to a hotel.

Because of my hints and his tacit approval, I spent my birthday with him.

We had booked a room in advance that day, and we went to the reserved room together that evening. On the way there, my palms were sweating profusely, and he was also quite nervous, since it was our first time. We walked silently towards the hotel…

We kissed as soon as we entered the room. He cupped my cheek in his hand, and I placed my hands on his waist. Our four burning lips met, our tongues teasing each other, releasing the pent-up desire and urges within us… My body went from hot to burning, my cheeks and ears felt like they were on fire… My hands incessantly caressed and rubbed his back… The interplay of lips and tongues couldn't hold back the intense pleasure, so I simply pulled him close, biting his earlobe and rubbing his neck, my body trembling and writhing, my breasts swelling… The swelling made me rub against his chest with all my might, trying to release that intense, surging desire. I couldn't help but moan... Ah Kun's reaction was just as intense as mine... He roamed over my earlobe and neck in the same way, his hands caressing my waist and buttocks... My genitals began to wet, and I felt something sticky clinging to my underwear... We stripped each other naked, throwing our clothes all over the floor... When we were both completely naked, our skin pressed together without reservation, we both felt each other's... His body was like a red-hot coal... Ah Kun staggered and carried me to the bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and, without thinking, kissed his face, lips, eyes, nose, ears, and neck with my engorged, burning lips... He returned my kisses even more intensely...

After putting me on the bed, he eagerly pressed himself against me, supporting himself with one hand while reaching for his lower body with the other, placing something hard between my thighs... I gently squeezed my legs together and immediately felt his red-hot iron rod... All the pent-up energy in my body concentrated in my lower body, as if it were about to burst forth... I raised my hips to meet it... He thrust wildly up and down, that hard and hot thing darting around my lower body like a mad bull crashing into a field... Waves of heat surged through my body, each time being blocked back, like a flood crashing against a dam, trying to burst forth, but each time being held back... The flood surged back and forth, constantly searching for an opportunity. At that moment, she desperately wished someone would dig a gap or create a crack in the embankment…

Ah Kun was sweating profusely, constantly adjusting his position to thrust at my genitals, but each time he failed… My lower body was incredibly itchy and swollen, the shockwaves within me growing stronger… To prepare for this unbearable impact, I reached out and grasped his hard member, aiming at the itchiest spot. He thrust forward, and a… A sharp pain quickly spread throughout my body. I felt a hot, hard object filling my entire lower body. The pain subsided instantly, followed by a wave of pleasure and a tingling sensation. I used my hand to stop his buttocks from pulling away and began to move gently below. A slight stinging sensation and a strong, itchy feeling filled my lower body…

Just as I slowly began to increase the speed of my movements, my phone rang, plunging me from a state of blissful ignorance. Hearing the ringtone, I was terrified. I jerked away from the sweating Ah Kun and rushed towards the sound of the phone—it was my dad or mom calling! Because my designated ringtone for them was—a car horn! If they knew my current situation, they would be furious! So I had to answer the phone now to prove I was alright at school!

I frantically picked up the phone and saw it was my mom calling. I answered immediately, "Hello! Mom!

Minmin, where are you? I'm almost at school! Come to the school gate and wait for me, Mom's here to celebrate your birthday. There was traffic on the highway, I'm only just getting here! Come out and have dinner with Mom, see what nice things Mom bought you! See you soon, Mom's driving while calling is dangerous!"

If my mom's call was already making my heart race, then her saying she was almost at school was like a bolt from the blue!

I frantically searched for my clothes on the floor while terrifiedly telling Akun, "Something's wrong!" "My mom's here!

" Upon hearing this, Ah Kun immediately jumped out of bed and hurriedly dressed…

This diary entry is very detailed, but it ends here. After reading it, I almost cursed out loud. First, I wanted to curse Ah Kun for being so useless, unable to find the location, and so passive! A disgrace to men! Secondly, I wanted to curse Zhang Min's mother for that damned phone call—why call when she was already on her way? It's a good intention to celebrate her daughter's birthday, but couldn't she have called beforehand? Human actions are unforgivable! This will ruin your daughter's life!

At the same time, I was very surprised by Zhang Min's writing style; she described the details so vividly and realistically! Her detailed description of her first time—could it be the so-called eternal commemoration of her first time? It's said that many women cherish their first time deeply and often commemorate their journey from girl to woman in various ways—like treasuring the sheets or handkerchiefs from their first night! Perhaps Zhang Min chose this method…

I don't know if her meeting with A-Kun was lucky or unlucky. Judging from her diary, her personality changed drastically after meeting A-Kun, and she gradually emerged from the shadow of her family regarding love and life—this should be considered lucky. But I also feel there are signs of bad luck. Every time she and A-Kun were together, their relationship was disrupted at crucial moments by completely unexpected events! Could it be, in superstitious terms, that they were incompatible? If Ah Kun hadn't been with Zhang Min, would he still be alive? Only God knows! However, I think this superstitious explanation is unreasonable, because after Ah Kun's death, why did Zhang Min become even more unlucky? Thinking back, the superstitious explanation wins again, because Zhang Min's subsequent misfortunes seem related to Ah Kun! Going around in circles like this, I couldn't help but feel a chill sitting in front of the computer—it's a bit mysterious!

Ah Kun's accident happened shortly after Zhang Min's birthday.

From Zhang Min's birthday until Ah Kun's accident, Zhang Min's written records are blank; we can only speculate and guess about what happened during this period. But judging from Zhang Min's grief-stricken expression before Ah Kun's death, their relationship had reached a new level during this time! Because of a diary entry Zhang Min wrote after A-Kun's death—more precisely, a memorial—in which she referred to A-Kun as her husband. The

entry read: "Husband, why did you leave like this? What will I do without you?" Husband, do you know? I miss you so much right now—I used to miss you often too, but a text message or a phone call would quickly bring us together and ease our longing. Our separations never lasted more than a day—just going to class or going back to our own dorms at night. My dependence on you is incurable. I've imagined what kind of pain and torment it would be if we had to be separated even briefly for some reason. But I never imagined that we would be separated by death one day!

Husband, can you see me now? Why are you so cruel? I haven't eaten, haven't gone to class, haven't left my dorm room for two days. My tears have dried up. Why won't you come to see me? You won't even appear in my dreams? Do you know how pitiful your Minmin is right now? I keep deceiving myself, comforting myself that it's just a nightmare, that things will be alright when I wake up, that nothing will have changed! But why is the nightmare so vivid? -- Your mangled body, your parents' heartbreaking cries, the people and events at the police station, the school, the funeral home, your urn, your belongings in your dorm room—are these all just illusions? Husband, I know this isn't a nightmare, it's all real -- you've left me forever, we belong to two different worlds now! I just can't accept reality.

Husband, why did you leave like this? What will I do without you?

You left without a second thought, leaving me with heart-wrenching emotional pain and a lifetime of guilt and remorse—I'm so sorry to your parents. I've always wanted to kneel before them and repent, but I don't have the courage, and I'm afraid of hurting them even more. Husband, don't worry, I will take good care of your parents in this life until they pass away. In the next life, I'm willing to be their servant to make amends.

Husband, if you have a spirit in heaven, I beg you not to give your parents any hint about the true cause of your death, okay? The guilt in my heart is already unbearable. If I were to further hurt my parents (do you know how much they aged overnight!), I wouldn't have the courage to live on. Please, just this once, do a white lie, okay?

Honey, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have told you I wanted a portable hard drive. I swear to God, I was just saying it casually; I didn't mean I needed it right away. I just casually mentioned how nice it would be to have a larger portable hard drive so I could copy everything from the computer and not worry about losing everything if the computer broke down! You said the company recently received a batch of portable hard drives with the largest capacity on the market and you wanted to give me one.

I didn't expect you to be in such a hurry—after you took me back to my dorm, you didn't go back to your own room but secretly went to the company, and on your way back you got caught in that damn car accident…

Honey, do you know? When I saw the portable hard drive covered in blood next to you, I fainted. I'm the one who killed you!

"Husband, why did you leave like this? What will I do without you? I don't want anything as long as you live well!"

Seeing Zhang Min's inner pain and tearful confession, I could no longer feel the same relief as before; instead, I felt sympathy and pity. Her colleagues at work didn't understand her at all.

In her subsequent diary entries, Zhang Min never escaped the shadow cast by A-Kun's death, and misfortunes followed one after another. From her account, it was all because of A-Kun's death that she became completely depressed and degenerate, taking up alcoholism, her grades plummeting, and her studies almost completely abandoned.

From A-Kun's death until she graduated from university and started working, she experienced being raped by a teacher, the hardships of finding a job, and the backstabbing among colleagues.

Her teacher's rape of her was premeditated; she walked step by step into the trap he had set. The full text is as follows: "Zhu XX—A model teacher in public; a beast in private!" One night, while I was drinking at a bar, Teacher Zhu called me, asking if I had checked my CET-4 (College English Test Band 4) score. He said it could be checked online now! I nonchalantly said I hadn't, since I didn't have much hope anyway! He harshly criticized me, saying I was about to graduate, and if I didn't pass the CET-4, I wouldn't get my diploma or degree! Four years of university would have been a waste! Moreover, it's the stepping stone to future employment; without a CET-4 or CET-6 certificate, it's a one-strike pass, regardless of your actual abilities!

I listened quietly, and after he finished, I asked if he had anything else. If not, I hung up! He looked at me with disappointment and anger, demanding my student ID and password so he could check them on the school website.

To be honest, I was quite touched—honest advice is hard to swallow, and although he was criticizing me, I knew it was all for my own good.

Professor Zhu was our department head and class advisor, well-liked by both teachers and students, and respected by many. Since Ah Kun's accident, he often talked to me, comforting me, understanding my feelings, and worried about me. Sometimes he acted like a close older brother, sometimes like a loving parent…

That day, as usual, I went home completely drunk. Nothing happened that night. The next morning, as soon as I turned on my phone, Professor Zhu called, saying I only scored 35 on my CET-4 (College English Test Band 4)! I was mentally prepared for this result and wasn't surprised—35 points was already considered lucky, and all the answers were guesses! It was Professor Zhu who was anxious. He emphasized the seriousness of the situation to me again, and whether he was exaggerating or scare tactics, I was definitely worried and scared at the time. Finally, he said there were two more chances before graduation—in January and June—and I should seize them. He said he could help me pass—he could find someone whose English level was already high enough to pass in university—someone who had passed the TEM-8 (Test for English Majors-Level 8)—to take the exam, and then send me the answers…

He kept his word. In the January exam, he had one of his graduate students take it. Except for the essay, which I wrote randomly, all the multiple-choice questions were answered by that graduate student and sent to me. And so, I easily passed the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4), and I was truly grateful to Professor Zhu!

In the final semester of my senior year, we began our graduation projects, and naturally, I chose Professor Zhu as my topic. Besides researching materials on our own, we also had to conduct internships and research at various institutions, all arranged by our advisors. The institution Professor Zhu arranged for me was 80 kilometers away from the university, and I had to stay there. Professor Zhu said he happened to be working on a project there and could accompany me throughout the research.

Towards the end of the research, I finally saw Zhu XX for who he really was—he was a wolf in sheep's clothing!

That evening, Zhu XX said my research was almost finished and I could relax. He suggested going out for dinner, and of course, I had no objections.

He and I had dinner together. He ordered a lot of dishes and drinks, constantly toasting me. I've always been grateful to him, so every time he toasted me under some pretext, I drank it all! During our conversation, we talked about many things. He told me about his studies and family. I also talked about Ah Kun, which made me emotionally overwhelmed, and I kept drinking to numb myself…

That night, I don't know how much I drank, or how I left. The next morning, while I was still in a daze, I felt a burning pain in my lower body, as if something had torn me apart, and I also realized I wasn't wearing anything! I woke up with a start, instinctively grabbing the blanket and sitting up, clutching my chest. I saw Zhu XX lying naked next to me, fast asleep! The floor was a mess—our coats, underwear, used tissues…

I immediately realized what had happened! I never imagined that Mr. Zhu, who always seemed so respectable, was actually a hypocrite, spouting platitudes while harboring a heart full of depravity! All my previous respect and gratitude towards him vanished, replaced by unbearable heartache and despair, followed by a frenzied urge to tear him to shreds! I screamed and burst into tears, frantically lunging at him, tearing and biting.

Zhu XX was startled awake. He wrapped me in the blanket, repeatedly saying, “Calm down! Calm down! If outsiders find out, it won’t be good for us!” He held me tightly, making it impossible for me to move. Despair and helplessness made me bite my lip until it bled, tears streaming down my face and blood trickling down my neck.

I was stunned by his last words, "If this gets out, it won't be good for either of us!" If people found out, how could I ever face them? How could I face my family and friends?

Zhu XX seemed to sense my thoughts. Seeing that I wasn't struggling anymore, he released me, then knelt down and slapped himself hard across the face, saying it was all his fault. He said he drank too much last night and mistook me for his wife, begging for my forgiveness!

Then, with snot and tears streaming down his face, he said how hard it had been for him to achieve what he had, how difficult it had been for him to build his family, and if this got out, everything would be ruined! He even said that because I behaved so well at school, this incident would affect my entire life if it got out! He hoped I would consider our past relationship and settle this privately!

I was already crying my eyes out, and he pulled a sheet and draped it over me, leaving me bewildered. I ran off the bed to grab my phone from the floor. Seeing this, he lunged at my phone like a madman, then suddenly knelt down in front of me, threateningly saying, "If you call the police, I'll die right here in front of you!" He then started to bang his head against the wall. Desperate, I sat down on the floor. He immediately came over, coaxing and cajoling me, saying he would do anything if I agreed to settle this privately! He wanted me to be an outstanding graduate, to get an excellent grade on my thesis…

To protect my reputation, I compromised and accepted his terms…

After returning from there, we never saw each other again until graduation, and I didn't even start working on my thesis. The day before the defense, he had a classmate bring back the revised thesis he had given me, and asked me to take it to the defense…

At the graduation defense, I received that humiliating "excellent" grade, and my file now includes the humiliating title of "Outstanding University Graduate." Just like that, my nightmarish university life ended…

At this point, I was beyond furious and shocked—could there really be such a heartless scoundrel in the ranks of university teachers? Such scum should be purged from the teaching profession; he doesn't deserve the title of a people's teacher! But aren't I just making a fool of myself? Didn't I intend to take advantage of someone's misfortune? I feel utterly ashamed of my despicable shamelessness…

I must admit, my filthy soul has been shaken like never before. At the same time, I feel sorry for people who generalize from superficial phenomena to substantive issues, their metaphysical way of thinking! If we want to accurately characterize a person, we have no right to speak before fully engaging with their life and completely understanding their inner world. Hasty characterizations are absurd and shameless—like the evaluation of Zhang Min by her colleagues!

To avoid similar mistakes, I've decided to read everything she writes below to fully understand and analyze her life. Ideally, I'd like to do something for her—after all, I've committed the shameful act of kicking someone when they're down! I

'm facing the hardships of finding a job after graduation and the troubles she faces after starting work. In a long article, she wrote: "...

I still didn't have a job by the time everyone graduated—the companies I liked didn't want me, and the companies that wanted me didn't want me. It was like two parallel lines between me and the companies, never intersecting! My parents had both asked people to find me jobs, but I felt that relying on my parents' connections to find a job was a complete insult to me and a wonderful irony of university education—although there are serious problems with teaching and learning in our university, people don't seem to be used to self-criticism—and so am I!

Before graduating, I carefully designed my job application resume and tried to get it printed at the best place with the best equipment." The resume was overflowing with information—awards, honors, certificates, transcripts, and various official stamps from the school…

Armed with this resume, which I thought would impress employers, my classmates and I tirelessly attended job fairs for graduating students from our own school and other universities. Only when we arrived did we realize what it meant to be outmatched—some people had everything employers could possibly want, except for marriage certificates and birth certificates! People were comparing their various certificates and honors, jostling and pushing their way into the company booths, some even throwing their resumes in to try and get an interview or written test opportunity… Of course, attending job fairs was just one way to find a job. We also bombarded our dream companies online, hoping to cast a wide net and get a few good offers, or even went directly to their offices to offer our services.

I tried all of these methods, but very few resulted in a mutually satisfactory outcome. Later, I started moving my search—to other cities… The familiar rejections and cold shoulders toughened me up—I could face even the most sarcastic and harsh words and attitudes with equanimity!

Later, through my own efforts and struggles, I landed a job at my current joint venture.

I will remember this job-hunting experience for the rest of my life. That day marked exactly one month since I arrived in this city, and it was also the fourth day I had lingered outside this company's door—I was there to offer my services, and when the security guard asked who I was looking for, I could only answer that I was looking for the HR manager or a company leader. The guard asked if I had made an appointment with anyone or if anyone had made an appointment with me. I said no! The guard said then he couldn't let me in. I repeatedly explained that I was there to offer my services, but the guard consistently said he couldn't help me.

I asked them for their phone number, and they said it couldn't be given out casually. They suggested I wait at the entrance, and if the person I wanted to see passed by, they could let me know. As for the outcome, that was up to fate—I wonder if they were bored standing at the entrance all day and wanted someone to keep them company in their suffering! I believed them. For the first three days, I would appear at the entrance on time during the morning and afternoon rush hours, forcing a smile and greeting the security guards…

Perhaps they couldn't bear to see me suffer, because the first morning when I arrived, one of the guards said to me: "Ms. Zhang, you've really had a tough time. Today we'll definitely find a way to let you see our big boss—he's here from headquarters to inspect the work, and he'll be visiting our staff later. You must seize this opportunity!" Upon hearing the news, I almost jumped for joy. I quickly thanked him several times, then slipped aside to meticulously touch up my makeup…

Soon, the security guard gave me a wink from afar and gestured in a certain direction. I looked in the direction he pointed and saw a person being surrounded like a star as they walked towards the entrance. The security guard's expression tensed up, and I tensed up too. The boss arrived at the gate, listening to the explanations while greeting the security guards, essentially saying something about how hard they worked. After he had finished his business, I took a deep breath, walked towards the crowd, and said to the boss: "Sir, hello! I know you're very busy, please allow me a minute of your time!" "I've waited here for three days for just one minute..."

The boss was a very kind man; he didn't interrupt me, but simply nodded to let me continue. So I gave him a concise introduction of my profession and abilities, and also explained my desire to work for the company and what had happened over the past few days.

He listened with a smile, nodding occasionally. Finally, he turned to someone beside him and said, "Mr. Chen, please arrange for the HR department to assess her! This girl's courage is commendable and admirable! Try to keep her!" Then he said to me kindly, "Young lady, I am very grateful for your support and trust in the company! I also admire your courage and determination, and hope you can join our team!" I've already made arrangements. If you pass the assessment, we'll provide you with a platform to fully utilize your talents!

This all happened so suddenly, it was an unimaginable result; I could hardly believe my ears! Is this real? I was so excited that my voice trembled as I thanked them…

After the kind old man left, one of the others stayed behind and led me inside for the assessment…

Perhaps it was the boss's words that gave me tremendous encouragement and absolute confidence; I performed exceptionally well in the interview and other tests. They decided to put me in the planning department, and I can report for duty within a week!

The legendary story of Zhang Min joining our company has spread throughout the entire organization. I had heard about it before, but the versions varied. Some said she used her looks to attract the boss's attention and then successfully entered the company; others said she colluded with the security guards beforehand to get the boss to visit the lower levels... Of course, some said she earned it herself.

However, regardless of what people said, everyone affirmed Zhang Min's work ability—within a year of joining the company, she became a key member of her department, and she was in charge of most of the actual work.

Her subsequent diary entries were filled with her feelings and self-encouragement about starting work. She felt that everyone in the company was watching her, so she worked exceptionally hard, hoping to prove her innocence. She wrote: "I didn't get here because of the boss's favoritism. Everything I have is earned through my own efforts. I am not, as rumored, the 'boss's favorite'!" She also expressed her confusion about interpersonal relationships after joining the company. She said that every time she arrived at or left work, she would greet the security guards, but they seemed to deliberately avoid her, lacking the carefree confidence she had when waiting for people at the entrance—she could read the inferiority complex in their eyes. Why was they like this? If it weren't for their help, she wouldn't be where she is today. Friendships don't discriminate based on status or wealth! I didn't have many friends at work to begin with, so why wouldn't they consider me a friend? She sensed the gossip about her behind her back. She said, "I know people at work say I'm arrogant and aloof.

But who understands my inner loneliness and my longing for friends? My aloofness stems from my desperate need for friends—just as someone who constantly wears makeup is insecure about their appearance, someone who acts aloof is masking their loneliness and isolation!"... After reading all her thoughts and diary entries, I gained a completely new understanding of her, and I felt no disrespect or contempt whatsoever. Looking back on my despicable acts—staring at her breasts, boasting about my academic discussions in bars, taking advantage of her after seducing her to watch porn, and fantasizing about her—a wave of guilt washes over me, and I feel an overwhelming sense of remorse.

My greatest wish and determination is to make amends to her, to help her, and to become her best friend!

By the time I finished reading all this, it was already 1 a.m. The effects of the alcohol had completely worn off. Logically, after drinking so much and going through all that time, I should be exhausted, but I felt no sleepiness whatsoever, and my mind was unusually clear. I had already finished cutting and pasting my data. I checked her disk again to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything, then shut down my computer and got into bed.

Lying down, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, so I simply turned on the desk lamp and sat up to smoke, one cigarette after another, filling the room with thick smoke as if it were on fire. I kept thinking—how could I get along peacefully and amicably with Zhang Min in the future? Could we pretend nothing had happened and be completely at ease with each other at work? Will it be awkward if we meet when it's light out and I'm at work today? Thinking about it, I decided I should take the initiative and talk to her before work to try and eliminate any awkwardness. So, I picked up my phone, dialed her number, and pressed send. But then I immediately canceled—texting is better; some things are hard to say aloud.

I quickly started typing a message to Zhang Min: "I don't know if you're asleep? Please allow me to sincerely say 'I'm sorry!' I deeply regret and apologize for my actions! I really hope to receive your forgiveness. I came back and looked at the things on your hard drive; I was very moved." I hope to become your closest friend. If you don't mind, you can treat me like an older brother. Come to me if you need anything, and I'll be happy to help you and be your friend. Please accept my apology, okay? I sincerely apologize and genuinely hope to become your friend in the future! Looking forward to your reply! I typed out this super long text message in one go and sent it, followed by a long and anxious wait. I hoped she wasn't asleep, and even if she was, I hoped she wouldn't turn off her phone. Ideally, she would reply immediately! Whether it was disdain or insults, at least I could understand her thoughts and attitude at that moment…

I stared at the screen for a full half hour, but there was no response from her. I really wanted to call her to see if she hadn't received it because her phone was off, or if she had received it but wasn't replying to show her contempt and hatred towards me? However, I didn't dare to call, fearing the latter—calling would only be humiliating!

In my room, I felt like a caged beast, anxiously getting up and lying down repeatedly, turning the lamp on and off, only the cigarette holder in my mouth burning as always…

The anxiety and uncertainty suddenly made the room, which I used to feel safe and free to do as I pleased, feel strange and terrifying—empty, silent, and eerily frightening!

I, who had always considered myself fearless, suddenly became timid, the urge to escape and seek refuge engulfing my entire being.

I quickly got out of bed, hastily dressed, and fled this home that had once brought me relaxation but now suffocated me.

Standing on the deserted street, the eerie lightbox advertisements and hazy neon signs lurked in the pre-dawn mist, their ghostly glow concealing themselves. Occasionally, a group of mysterious figures would appear, vanishing in a flash into corners or houses. Cars would speed by, their hurried movements quickly swallowed by the darkness…

My shadow followed me like a ghost. A gust of wind blew, and I shivered, pulling my coat tighter before heading towards a place marked "Bath/Massage"—the door was open, the light inside soft and warm, and the occasional cough could be heard. I wanted to go somewhere with people, to use their presence to ward off the street's gloom and my own fear.

As soon as I stepped through the door, a warm breeze and sunshine washed over me, the air filled with fragrance. I felt as if I had stepped from the underworld into the mortal world. On the sofa in the lobby, a glamorous young woman and several stylishly dressed young ladies sat languidly.

Seeing me enter, the young woman greeted me and asked, "Boss, a bath or a massage?" "

I'm a little tired, I'd like a bath and a massage!" I said. "

No problem! Whatever you want, I guarantee you'll feel comfortable. Come with me!" The young woman spoke ambiguously, turning and swaying her ample hips as she led the way.

She led me to the sofa and said to one of the girls, "Xiao Hong, take this boss in and make arrangements for him!"

Just then, a pretty, voluptuous woman stood up and smiled at me, saying, "Boss, please come with me!" I quickly followed her, explaining that I really just wanted to take a shower and then have a massage to relax.

The woman turned back and chuckled, saying, "Don't worry! We can do whatever you want here. We won't force our customers to do anything; everything is done according to their requests!"

From the moment I entered, my mood gradually calmed down, and I began to return to normal. The woman handed me a complete set of toiletries and asked if I wanted her to scrub my back. I said no! I went in by myself, but deep down I really wanted to—this woman's full yet slender body, her fair and delicate skin, her high, rounded breasts, her swaying buttocks as she walked, and her slightly protruding crotch—I took it all in. If such a beauty came to bathe with me, even a god couldn't remain unmoved, let alone me, who is hardly a gentleman! Because I've always thought that women are dirty and afraid of catching diseases, I could only hold back and say no!

I shower almost every day after work, so there's not much to shower about. The lukewarm water made every vein and pore in my body relax. The image of that sexy woman kept flashing before my eyes. My penis unconsciously grew in the warm water, and I felt completely refreshed, even a little overexcited!

After a quick shower, I came out in my bathrobe. The woman had already changed into her work clothes—slippers and a bathrobe like mine. She led me to another room—I secretly peeked at her swaying back, vaguely sensing she was only wearing three things underneath!

Once in the room, she gently closed the door, then expertly removed my bathrobe and gestured for me to lie down on the snow-white bed. My body, clad only in underwear, was completely exposed to her. She glanced at my tent-like underwear.

Under her guidance, I lay face down, constantly adjusting my position to avoid concentrating all my weight on one point.

She skillfully kneaded and patted various acupoints on my head, then my neck, back of my shoulders, waist, thighs, behind my knees, calves, ankles, soles of my feet, and toes. The massage left me feeling completely relaxed and blissful…

After finishing the back massage, she had me turn over and began massaging my front—I don't know when she took off her bathrobe, leaving only her underwear covering her private parts. Three points, and almost none of them were completely covered—her high, full breasts strained against her large bra, the two breasts pressing tightly together to form a deep cleavage. Her semi-open panties, barely larger than a thong, clung tightly to her private parts, making them appear even fuller and more prominent, with a fleshy cleavage etched into the center. A sliver of pubic hair was visible through the strong slit...

My heart raced again, the intense blood pressure filling my corpus cavernosum. Although I told myself not to look, my mind couldn't control my actions. I intensified my gaze, burning as I looked at every part of her body—her perfect skin was as smooth and white as mutton fat, her face as rosy and tender as a peach, making my heart itch unbearably, wanting to gently bite it; her shapely waist, her full and pert buttocks, and her lotus-root-like arms and thighs... I stared blankly at this intoxicating woman before me, primal sexual urges beginning to throb through every nerve in my body.

After I rolled over and lay flat on my back, she took off her slippers and gently mounted me—my erection filled the space between her groin and thighs perfectly. She slightly squeezed her legs together and gently and evenly twisted her waist to match the movements of her hands—her hands kneaded and patted my chest and abdomen, and then she leaned down and used her breasts instead of her hands to rub against my body…

I could no longer control my intense lust and threw all my concerns aside. I roughly tore off her bra, sat up, buried my head in her breasts, and greedily rubbed my face against them, then gently nibbled at her nipples with my teeth... At the same time, her panties were pulled down. As I took off my own panties, I touched her thick pubic hair—her full labia and protruding clitoris began to swell and heat up. After taking off my own panties, I pressed her down, and without waiting for her vagina to become wet, I smeared a layer of massage oil on her clitoris and inserted my thick, hard penis. She let out a soft moan and hugged my neck tightly. After penetration, I sat up again, using my legs as guides, and pushed her hips back and forth... She wrapped herself around me like a snake, twisting her body to cooperate... Her vagina was relatively dry and slightly tight when first penetrated, but in less than a minute, it completely changed—loose, warm, and slippery... The back-and-forth pushing motion wasn't enough to satisfy my steel-like thing, so I got up and picked her up—her legs were still wrapped around my waist, and I began to thrust violently, alternating between deep and shallow penetration... Then I laid her flat, letting her lie on her back with her legs spread, and I squatted down, lifting her legs, and thrust violently again, both deep and shallow... Alternating thrusts…

Finally, I felt my semen enter my urethra. I lowered her legs, straddled her soft, burning body, and thrust in and out at top speed… She screamed as if her throat was being torn apart… About a minute later, a gush of semen, filled with pleasure, spurted out, her vagina overflowing with vaginal fluid and semen…

I pulled out my penis, all the fluid in her vagina gushing out… We both collapsed on the bed, satisfied…

This was my first time having sex with a prostitute, and this experience completely refuted the claims of some experts—that prostitutes and clients don't experience pleasure during sex!

I rested there until it was almost time for work before I went out to hail a taxi to my workplace. In the taxi, I took out my phone to check, and there were unread text messages!

The text message was from Zhang Min. She said, "Old L, I'm sending this message with very conflicted and complicated feelings. Although nothing happened between us, it's still incredibly embarrassing and shameful. It's all because we were both drunk. I want this to never happen again, and I don't want to leave you with a bad impression. I'm not a promiscuous or casual person! Also, thank you for letting me consider you my brother from now on. I'd love to be your close friend. By the way, I'm taking the day off today; you can just put the hard drive in my office drawer!" After reading it, I breathed a long sigh of relief, and it reminded me of her hard drive—it was still at home! So I asked the driver to go home to get the hard drive, and then go to the company…

When I got to the company, I took the hard drive directly to her office, placed it in the designated spot, and then left. As I left, I couldn't help but look back at her office—I suddenly felt a sense of familiarity with this place that I had previously thought was quite ordinary.

I casually returned to my office; most of my colleagues were already there, discussing last week's lottery results…

I greeted everyone and went straight to my seat, while they continued to analyze the lottery patterns or bitterly lamented why they hadn't bought those numbers. Their words and actions were the same as usual, but I felt like I had changed…

I had barely sat down when my wife called! She said her company is sending her to Beijing for a month of training, and she can choose not to go. She wanted to know my opinion: go or not?

Normally, I would definitely encourage her not to go, because if she goes, we won't see each other for at least a month. Besides, her company's training programs often involve sending you out to observe, and when you come back, you're left with a mountain of work. For most people, this is a great opportunity to prove themselves and make a name for themselves, but my wife doesn't have that ambition. She feels that a comfortable life is enough, so she often doesn't want to go on training programs. I don't want my wife to be too tired either; this family doesn't depend on her to support us.

But this time was different. I felt guilty and just wanted to avoid my wife for a while, so I persuaded her that it would be best to go, even if it was a company-funded trip, it wasn't good to stay at the office all the time... After a few words, my wife was convinced and said she would go!

The morning passed uneventfully, and we worked as usual. Several times when I passed by Zhang Min's office, I couldn't help but look at her empty seat, feeling very awkward that someone was missing—she had taken leave from work before, and I had no recollection of it. With her there, I didn't feel like there were too many people, and without her, I didn't feel like there were too few people!

But now it was the exact opposite. I always felt that the office was incomplete without Zhang Min. I was absent-minded all morning, and it was almost noon. Zhang Min texted me, asking if I could help her with something during my lunch break. I immediately called her—I knew that since our awkward breakup last night, we'd both been thinking a lot. The only communication we'd had was my apology text and her reply. We were both afraid to meet or say the first word to each other. As a man, and someone who had made a mistake, I felt I should take the initiative and break down the barrier in our hearts.

I was very nervous when she answered the phone. It took her a while to answer: "Hello—!" "

Hello—, what's up?" I tried to sound calm, as if nothing had happened between us, but my voice trembled slightly. "

Are you free?" "No, never mind!" "If it really doesn't work, I'll go myself!" She pretended to be nonchalant, but I could clearly sense it was fake; we just shared the same thought. "

I'm free! Go ahead!" I was getting a little anxious, afraid she'd think I was making things difficult and wouldn't ask for my help, thus losing my chance to make amends.

"Oh, okay then, you go eat first, I'll call you back after you've eaten!" She knew it was our lunchtime. I sensed a hint of concern in her voice; her tone was like a family member's gentle reminder, and I felt a long-lost sense of warmth. "

I've already eaten. I didn't eat breakfast this morning, so I went out to eat early!" I lied; I hadn't even had breakfast yet. Then I couldn't help but ask her if she had eaten. "I

just ate some bread!" she answered softly. "

Are you feeling unwell?" I couldn't help but ask again, genuinely worried about her.

"Nothing much, just wanted to rest!" "

Then have a good rest. Let me handle anything you need!"

"Okay! I'd like you to go to XX Advertising Company around noon, on Renmin North Road. Go find someone named Zhang Li, tell her you're my friend, and ask her to give you the detailed information about the outdoor billboards. Then bring the information back to our office and tell them someone gave it to you outside. Don't say I asked you to get it!" She gave me the instructions. After hearing this, I felt there was something fishy going on, but I didn't want to think too much about it. She must have her reasons for asking me to do this. So I readily agreed, hung up the phone, and went out…

It was a medium-sized advertising company. I went to the front desk and told the receptionist I was looking for Zhang Li. She made a quick phone call and then told me to go upstairs, saying it was the first office on the left on the second floor.

When I went up, Zhang Li was already waiting for me at the door—dressed simply, but exuding a shrewdness and competence rarely seen in women. She smiled humbly and respectfully and said, "Are you Ms. Zhang? Please come in!"

She gestured for me to enter. I nodded politely and went inside. She warmly invited me to sit down and poured me a glass of water. I bowed slightly and said thank you, and politely took a sip of the water.

After drinking some water, just as I was about to explain why I'd come, she took a file folder from her drawer and said, "Sister Min already called. I'm so sorry to have troubled you!" She then presented the folder to me with both hands. I took it, patted it, and said, "Hehe, not at all! It's nothing! I was just idling around at the office anyway, so I thought I'd come out for some fresh air!"

"Hehe, thank you for your help!" Zhang Li said politely with a smile.

I took another sip of water, then stood up and said, "Then I won't bother you any longer. I'll head back now!"

Okay, thank you! Zhang Li got up to see me off, all the way to the door.

Back at the company, I handed the bag to the planning department as Zhang Min had instructed, then went back to my office and sent her a text message: "The task is successfully completed, you can rest assured!"

She quickly replied with a thank you!

Zhang Min started work, busy with her own affairs. We tacitly went about our own business as usual, while colleagues continued to gossip or fantasize about her behind her back as usual.

Soon, her work began to encounter trouble and setbacks, and of course, I felt obligated to help her deal with these problems.

First, someone reported her for abusing her power, partnering with an advertising company to profit from the company—the company, in order to improve its image, decided to run a large advertisement in the city center. This was a large steel-framed building advertisement, and naturally, the price was exorbitant, with the actual operating costs exceeding the budget by 30%! Zhang Min was in charge of this project, so naturally, everyone was pointing the finger at her. She repeatedly explained that it was a prime location, and the construction process was very complex, requiring a large amount of labor and materials, hence the high price! She also insisted that she hadn't received a single penny from the advertising company, and that their accounts could withstand any scrutiny!

On the day the billboard was to be erected, people from the advertising company came to collect the final payment. Her office staff and the advertising company staff started arguing—in my opinion, these people weren't concerned about the company's money, but rather felt resentful about being left out.

I heard their argument escalating, so I went over to see what was going on—who were these shameless people, daring to so blatantly abuse their power for personal gain?

When I went in, the biggest objector was a guy who had always been dissatisfied with Zhang Min. He was spouting nonsense, calculating this and that, all with one goal—to prevent Zhang Min from signing. He claimed that if Zhang Min dared to sign arbitrarily, it would be an insult to the rest of his department and their collective intelligence! The advertising company people said their contracts were legally binding and they had to follow them! This guy, upon hearing the word "law," perked up again, accusing the advertising company of fraud, etc. Zhang Min was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to sign or not, tears welling up in her eyes.

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