A beautiful colleague's true experience

My female colleague is a recent college graduate who joined our department after graduation. Without exaggeration, she's the kind of woman any normal man would be attracted to. She's 1.68 meters tall, with a delicate face, long legs, and a tiny waist—in short, a stunning beauty. Under the guise of showing concern for a new colleague, I would casually try to get closer to her, gradually learning more about her. She's the kind of woman who's incredibly ambitious but lacks the means to achieve her goals. She comes from a rural background and isn't well-off, but she looks down on poor people. To distance herself from the poor, she's decked out in designer brands from head to toe. Once, I overheard her on the phone in the hallway, borrowing money from a friend to pay off her credit card—truly a case of being obsessed with saving face at all costs. But beauty has its advantages; it wasn't long before she hooked up with the company's heir, our boss's nephew, who is also the marketing manager. We weren't surprised they got together, because they both share a common trait: they value money immensely. In all the time I've been with the company, I've never seen this heir treat any of our colleagues to a meal. My female colleague thought she'd hooked up with a rich kid and married into a wealthy family. So, for a while, she left work early every day, saying she was going home to prepare a loving dinner for her boyfriend. But gradually, I noticed she was leaving the company later and later, sometimes even staying after her boyfriend had left, using the excuse of working overtime. I was curious about what was going on between them, so I added her on QQ using a secondary account. Based on my understanding of her, I pretended to be a rich second-generation heir and quickly gained her favor and trust. During that time, my biggest pastime after work was listening to her complain about her boyfriend on QQ. Her biggest complaint about him was that he wouldn't spend money on her, and she regretted sleeping with him so quickly, leading to his current lack of appreciation. She said her boyfriend was not only stingy but also petty. After sleeping with her and finding out she wasn't a virgin, he didn't trust her at all, and would be suspicious of any man who called her.

After learning about her situation, I even felt a little sorry for her. Once, when my colleagues and I went clubbing together, I insisted on inviting her, despite everyone's objections. Unexpectedly, this opened up a whole new world for her. She told me on QQ that clubbing allowed her to temporarily forget her troubles, and that she had met several like-minded girlfriends at the club, with whom she now spent most of her free time. Although she found new fun and we didn't chat as much, she genuinely considered me a confidante online, sharing her joys and sorrows with me. About six months later, one day, she suddenly came to the company, packed her things, and told us she was quitting. My colleagues were a little surprised, but since she wasn't particularly close to any of them, they just watched her silently pack and leave. After she left, I immediately logged onto QQ. Sure enough, she came online shortly after and told me she had quit and didn't know what to do. I asked her why she quit. She said she had broken up with her boyfriend and couldn't stay at the company anymore. Her breakup was expected, but the reason was something I never anticipated. I asked her why she broke up with her boyfriend. She didn't reply for a while, and then the last line she typed left me speechless. She said her boyfriend had found out she was cheating on him. She went on to say that it wasn't entirely her fault; she was forced into it. I asked her what exactly happened. She said that when she went out with her group of girlfriends, she met a local rich guy at a disco. He fell for her at first sight, even to the point of being obsessed. Later, her girlfriends told her that these rich guys were all fools and easy to fool. They suggested that she meet him again, get him a few drinks, and then accuse him of being promiscuous and harassing her while drunk, and then extort money from him. At first, she hesitated, but seeing how easily her girlfriends made it sound, and thinking about the potential for a substantial sum, she agreed.

A week later, her boyfriend had to go on a business trip, so she followed her girlfriends' advice and met up with the rich guy. Before she had even finished two drinks, she lost consciousness. When she woke up, she was already lying on a hotel bed, her clothes stripped off, and the young tycoon was on top of her, forcefully having sex with her. Although she knew she was being raped, she had no strength to resist. She could only close her eyes, pretending not to wake up, until she finally felt him ejaculate inside her. I asked her, "Did you report him for rape?" She said no, this man had come prepared. He not only took nude photos of her but also played recordings of her and her girlfriends trying to blackmail him. She then realized that her girlfriends had been bribed by him and had conspired to drug her drink. Her only thought at the time was how to resolve this before her boyfriend returned, so she asked the young tycoon what he wanted in return for the nude photos and recordings. His condition was to spend a week with him. So that week, every day after get off work, she went to the room he had booked to wait for him. She said that since it had already happened once, the second and third times weren't as unbearable as she had imagined. After each encounter, the wealthy young man wouldn't keep her; he would drive her home, buying her clothes and bags along the way—all quite expensive. She said that sometimes she even felt a little dazed, as if this man was her boyfriend. On the agreed-upon last day, the young man simply took her to a romantic restaurant for dinner, then drove her home without taking her to a hotel. When they reached the entrance of her apartment complex, she felt a pang of sadness, thinking she might never see him again, and hugged and kissed him. As she turned to leave, the man handed her a USB drive. When she got home and opened it, she found photos, audio recordings, and several videos documenting her being taken to a hotel room and raped. She said that while watching the videos, she no longer hated him. She even felt an uncontrollable arousal afterward.

She formatted the USB drive, thinking the matter was over. However, to her surprise, the next day when she returned home from work, she found her boyfriend waiting for her. He slapped her the moment she walked in, calling her a slut and accusing her of cheating on him. Before she could defend herself, her boyfriend pulled out a video on his phone, demanding to know who the man was. She saw it was footage of her kissing that man at the entrance of the apartment complex. She later learned that the security guard at the gate was a distant relative of her boyfriend, who had not only tipped her off but also helped him access the complex's security footage. Seeing the situation, she felt there was no point in hiding anything. She still held a sliver of hope that her boyfriend would forgive her after learning the truth. But after hearing her whole story, her boyfriend only said a few cold words: he never wanted to see her again, told her to quit her job the next day, and move out of the house within three days. After

she finished speaking, I asked her what she planned to do. She said she didn't know; she had no relatives or friends in the city and could only find a place to live first. I said if all else failed, she could come to me. She seemed a little touched and said that if she really couldn't find a place, she could just take care of me. I had made a similar joke to her before, and I didn't expect her to remember. I said, "Sure, I'd be happy if you came to me." She didn't log on the next day, but on the third night, she came online and told me she'd found a place to stay. I said, "You're pretty efficient! You got it sorted out so quickly." She said finding a place was really difficult, and the ones she liked were too expensive. She couldn't afford it without a job, so she had to ask that rich guy for help. Without a word, he booked her a room at the best hotel in the city, telling her she could stay as long as she wanted. Today, he even arranged for someone to help her move her things from her boyfriend's place to the hotel.

After she left the company, I didn't see her again. After she moved, I didn't see her online on QQ for almost a month. One day, I saw her online and asked her where she'd been and if she'd found a new job. She replied with a smiley face and said, "I was right! She really is being kept." During this time, the rich guy took her on vacation abroad, and they just got back. She's now the mistress of a nouveau riche. Every month, besides free hotel stays, she gets 20,000 yuan in pocket money, and he occasionally takes her shopping for clothes and bags. All she has to do is sleep with him or go out to social events when he needs her. She knows he has a wife and other mistresses, but she says she doesn't have to work now and gets more money than before, so it's clear she enjoys this life. She later told me more about her relationship with the nouveau riche, which I'll share with you all later.

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