Friend's wife, shall I ride her?

(I)

"What's wrong? You look so gloomy. Did my wife ruin your clothes? If you have something
to say, just say it. What's wrong with alcohol?" Liu Chong patted my shoulder and said.

I lowered my head and downed another pitcher of beer. Looking at this childhood friend,
what could I say? Should I tell him what I saw at his house earlier? He's a good person in every way, except he's too
impulsive.

I waved my hand. "Nothing. I watched TV at your house for a while. The Chinese Olympic team played
terribly , so I was in a bad mood and had a drink."

"Oh, that's it. But you really should have gotten drunk. What kind of rubbish did they play!"
He cursed angrily. "Miss, give me two pitchers too."

It turns out that taking a drunkard home in the middle of the night is so tiring. The cold wind seemed to have reduced the effects of the alcohol, and Liu Chong
seemed to have sobered up a bit. I thought about it all the way home and decided that a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one, so I told him anyway. "Chong,
I saw Xiaowei at your house today..."

"She, what happened to her? My wife said nothing, she's the love of my life, she..."
He mumbled a few incoherent words, then leaned against me and fell asleep again, still muttering something,
but I suspect it was some kind of prehistoric language; I couldn't understand a word.

Finally, we managed to hail a taxi. Liu Chong was completely unconscious. Four pitchers of beer
wasn't a small amount for someone like me with a very low alcohol tolerance, and I finally managed to carry him home.

His house was an ordinary two-bedroom apartment. In the world of romance novels, it seemed like everyone there was
a rich person, but we were just ordinary people. The upscale residences in the western district and the luxury
villas were simply out of our reach.

To get married, Liu Chong reluctantly sold a famous painting his father had left him. Once,
after drinking too much, he came to me, his eyes red, and said, "You know, that painting was
the only . I sold it to get married. Looking at it is like seeing my father. I'm so unfilial,
sob sob..."

But his girlfriend is really great. She's 1.68 meters tall, with long, flowing hair. Her features are ordinary, but
the combination is simply perfect. She also has the surname Liu, and we guys jokingly called Liu Chong a
same-sex couple. After they got married, she treated him even better, making everyone envious. He was so happy, he couldn't stop smiling
.

Yesterday, after watching the NBA regular season game, Yao Ming played really well, even getting a triple-double!
I can't even describe it. We friends drink when we're in a good mood, and we drink when we're in a bad mood
. I got so drunk I couldn't even go home. Looking around, Wang Chong's house was the closest, and I didn't even consider that they were
newlyweds , so I just went to their place to sleep. I have a problem with alcohol; I throw up as soon as I drink. Well, I
threw up my brand-new clothes until they were practically a volcanic eruption.

The next day, when I sobered up, I was heartbroken. Liu Chong looked at me and laughed. "You shouldn't drink if
you can't handle it! Good grief, now how are you going to go out?" After teasing me, he gave me a set of his clothes, saying
his wife would have mine dry-cleaned so my parents wouldn't be upset.

That evening, another buddy of mine, Zhao Dong, a police officer from the Chengdong Police Station, had his son's one-month celebration. I knew all my buddies had to
go .

As we drank, the conversation turned to my clothes. Those guys, full of mischief, started making it up that I'd gone
to a prostitute yesterday without money, and she'd confiscated my clothes—a story they made up quite convincingly. After downing half a jin of Jinliufu cigarettes
, I was red-faced and arguing with them. Liu Chong, that jerk, was shameless; he knew his
wife to wash, but he just joined in the commotion. This made me so angry that I grabbed Liu Chong's keys
, insisting on going to his house to get the clothes and wear them so everyone could see.

Zhao Dong was even more of a troublemaker. "Hey Liu Chong, do you really trust her? Your wife, that beauty, is home. You're really letting
him go up there?" Thinking about it, he had a point. It was already past eight o'clock; if I went up there and his wife was home, I couldn't
go. I was stuck, not knowing whether to stand, sit, or leave, and I was blushing furiously.

"Whatever, haha, it's okay. My wife's on the night shift, she's not home."

"Haha, we thought you were so generous, letting that pervert go up there even when your wife's home alone
. He's the kind of guy who passed notes to the prettiest girl in elementary school!" Everyone was still egging him on.

Luckily, the small restaurant wasn't far from his building. Oh, and let me clarify something: not every policeman is
rich, corrupt, or can afford to eat and drink at fancy restaurants and hotels. However, while about a third of the police force are corrupt,
it seems like everyone in the public eye is a bad person. Actually, many policemen are quite decent.

He lives on the sixth floor. Thinking about it, the building developers in our area are real bastards. The regulations stipulate that buildings above
the eighth floor must have elevators, but his building is all seventh floors. Living on the sixth floor, I had to climb step by step.
When I got to the third floor, I heard people talking upstairs.

"Yeah, I'm switching shifts with someone. He went out to dinner with his buddies today. Um, one of their buddies has
his baby's and won't be back tonight. I'm in the hallway now. Um, hurry up, I've missed you." Then came
the sound of the door opening.

Damn it, another pair of scoundrels, I cursed inwardly. Taking advantage of her husband's absence to cheat on her at home. But
if it were me, I'd be quite happy. With the internet so readily available these days, I haven't seen any of that
Chinese information superhighway stuff, it seems like cheating has just become easier, making it harder for prostitutes to
make a living. Liu Chong, that guy, seems to have made a small fortune recently, even got a used computer for home, I guess his motives
aren't pure either.

I quickened my pace, wanting to see who this woman was. When I reached the fifth and a half floor, I spotted her—her door
had just closed. Instantly, I sobered up halfway.

I picked up my phone to dial, but then thought better of it. Knowing his temper, if I spoke now, he
might cause a scene while drunk. I put it off and started smoking on the fifth and a half floor.

About ten minutes later, a man came upstairs. The hallway was dark, so I couldn't see
his face clearly, but he seemed to be about my height, though thinner. He knocked on Liu Chong's door, "Sister, are you home? I've come to see you."

As soon as the door opened, Liu Chong's wife saw him and exclaimed, "Brother's here! Come in, come in!"

I immediately followed him upstairs, pressing my ear against the door. I heard someone inside say, "
There was a man standing there smoking on the fifth floor, and I was a little hesitant to come up."

"It's okay, nobody in this building knows us. Why are you so late?"

"It's alright, I missed you so much."

"Wait, take a shower first. They could drink all night and still not finish.

We have enough time." After a while, I heard some noise inside, but it was quite far from the bedroom, so I couldn't make out what it was. But I
was sure those two were having sex. I stood outside, racking my brains but couldn't figure out what to do. Then I thought,
no , I have to go in no matter what. I walked to the door and knocked hard.

"Who is it?" The voice inside sounded nervous.

"It's me, open the door, I've come to get my clothes."

About a minute later, Liu Wei opened the door for me wearing a pink nightgown. Her nipples were clearly visible
. I looked at her closely. She was breathing rapidly, and her face was still flushed. She seemed a little
afraid to meet my gaze.

"Xiao Gang is here. Your clothes are in the room. I'll get them after the dry cleaning. I'll bring them to you." I
stood at the door without moving. I looked around the living room. There was nothing of that kid's. He hid it really fast.

She brought the clothes out from the inner room, head bowed, and said, "You guys finished drinking really fast today.
Why isn't my Liu Chong back yet?"

"Not yet, but those guys keep saying I stole the clothes from the prostitute. I have to get my face back."

Hearing me say this, she let out a long sigh. "You guys, all you do is drink all day long. You've
ruined . Tell my Liu Chong to come home early."

"Liquor is the essence of grain, the more you drink, the younger you get. You can't not drink. I guess we'll go to karaoke after this meal. He
won't be back until around six tomorrow morning."

"None of you listen to your wives, and you too. You should just settle down already. Oh, and tell Liu Chong that
Xiao Qin has something to do at home tomorrow night. We're switching shifts today."

"Okay, I'll tell him later. Tell his wife to make him go home early. Bye."
She deliberately bumped her head on the door as she turned around.

"Was it damaged?"

"It's fine. With my tolerance, drinking over a pound of Jinliufu liquor won't hurt me." Hearing me say this,
a faint smile appeared on her lips, but I still noticed it.

Sorry, there's no explicit content in this part. I originally wanted to rewrite "Adultery" in the style of C600,
but this guy hasn't updated it, and I don't know how to change the characters. It's okay, just
make it more . I hope to hear everyone's opinions on how the story develops. Also, some of the language here is in Northeastern dialect,
so friends from the South might not understand it. Please forgive me. Also, it took me an hour and eleven
minutes , so my typing speed seems pretty good, haha.

(II)

First of all, I want to express my gratitude to all the authors and administrators. This is my first time writing, and
I am truly grateful for everyone's approval.

Let's call the protagonist Liu Chong. It just so happens that I have a friend with this name, haha, so even if he also joined the army.
Secondly , I have read a lot of explicit content, but when it came to actually writing, I realized how little I knew, after all, my
education is only at the second year of junior high school. The following content contains a little bit of erotica, but I personally think too much erotica isn't good.
Please help with the formatting, admin, thank you.

I still can't log in with that gfuucel ID, I'll use this one for now.

Finally, I got this 90-kilogram guy onto the bed. I sat on the bed, took out a 555
, and while smoking, I thought about how to handle this situation.

Liu Chong and I grew up together. When we were kids, because I was weak, others always bullied me, and he
helped me a lot. Later, we served in the army together in Hebei, so it goes without saying. I used to think they were
the standard model couple, but heaven knows how it turned out like this.

Thinking about it, my head started to ache. It's better not to have seen it than to have seen it; what should have been his pain
has now become mine. Even though we're good friends, you can't let me worry about your family matters. I didn't
sleep with your wife. Thinking this, I kicked Liu Chong, and the guy just groaned a couple of times without reacting.

Luckily, his family has internet access, so I'll kill some time online. I turned on my computer and headed straight to the internet cafe, which is
one of my good habits. Although it's not as magical as watching porn to relieve pain, reading erotic novels always helps me
relax. Wow, there's a new novel, the title is... well, "The Neighboring Couple." I'll take a look. Wow
, this protagonist is really something, managing to remain completely unmoved even with such beauty in front of him. He's a real hero. If it were me
, I would have already taken him down. Surveillance camera? Good idea.

By the way, let me briefly introduce myself. I'm Zhang Xiaogang, male, 29 years old, currently working as a security guard at a
security company. I'm about 1.75 meters tall, handsome... well, not really, but not ugly either. I'm
the kind of guy who'd slap you and disappear into a crowd. So far, I have no wife, no girlfriend, and
have never had sex. I think finding someone like me these days is a little harder than finding a Martian.

Without further ado, I went downstairs and back to the company. It took me twenty minutes to get the security guard to open the gate. I was about to
curse, but then I thought, oh well, it's 2 AM. Even though security guards can't sleep, they're still human,
so I swallowed my anger.

Once inside, I started looking. I initially considered the most basic wired type, but that wouldn't work. First, it's too much
work , and second, I have nowhere to monitor. Then I remembered the company got a new Sony wireless camera,
about the size of a button. But I hate those Japanese cameras! I wondered if there were any others. Damn,
the Japanese ones are perfect! What to do? Finally, out of options, I tore off the Sony logo—out of sight,
out of mind.

Right, how much does this thing cost? I had to check. When I saw the price, I was stunned—over six thousand! Even as the custodian, I
couldn't just take it without paying. If the boss found out, not only would I be fired, but he'd probably consider sending me to jail
. Dude, six thousand yuan. After thinking about it for a while, it seems like I'm worth a little more. But I'm also
wondering if it'll still be worth more if it costs over ten thousand. I'll bring the money to
work tomorrow. If no one checks, I can use it for now. If someone checks, I'll pay the money back. It should be fine.

I checked the instructions; it uses Bluetooth 8, supports 512-bit encryption, and can cover up to
five kilometers in open plains. The built-in lithium battery can last for six months. My house is about three kilometers from Liu Chong's.
Even there are buildings or something in between, it should be fine, right? I immediately took a taxi back to Liu Chong's house.

As I entered the house, it suddenly dawned on me: where was his wife? Had she secretly run off?
There was a note on the table in the living room that read: "Honey, Xiaoyu from my brother's family is sick. I went to the hospital. There's some
food in the fridge; heat it up when you get back. Love, your wife." Looking at the words on that note, what a loving
couple ! If I hadn't overheard those conversations a few hours earlier, I would never have believed she was the kind
of woman who would cheat on her husband. These days, people seem to have gone mad.

I went inside and saw my husband still lying on the bed like a dead pig. Never mind him for now, I need to figure out where to put the
notes. If money were an option, it would be best to put one in each room, but I'm not that rich. Even just one would
be painful enough. Bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom—where to put them? After much thought, I decided to put them in
the living room; it's discreet and offers a direct view of the bedroom.

Without further ado, I picked up a stool and was about to place the camera on the plaque above the door. This plaque, which read "
A Hundred Years of Harmony " was a gift from me, but now… I sighed. I'm not God; how can I
manage everything? But if I were God, the first thing I'd do is kill that stupid little wolf,
ensuring it never rises again.

With the work done, I needed a nap. Sleeping in a bed is so much more comfortable than a sofa; I
slept on the sofa when I stayed at his house last time. Getting the evidence later would be much easier, but what should I do with the evidence?
After a while of random thoughts, I fell asleep.

"Get up, get up!" I squinted and looked; it seemed to be 6:40. My mom shouldn't be
calling me like that. Oh, right, I slept at Liu Chong's house yesterday.

"Damn, what time is it? Let me sleep a little longer." He slept like a log yesterday, while I was busy
half the night . I grabbed the blanket to pull it over my head.

"Look at the time! It's almost nine. If you don't want to get fired, get up now!"
A hand grabbed the blanket and tried to pull it off.

"Almost nine?" I sprang to my feet instantly, about
the same speed I used to have during emergency drills in the army. Within two minutes, I was dressed and washed up. I checked my watch: 8:37.
I grabbed my clothes and ran downstairs.

That was close! The boss was late today, arriving at the company at 9:20. Even though there was traffic,
I still managed to get in a minute early.

Our boss is
usually . She used to be a good person, but after her husband's car accident last year, she became neurotic.
After a group discussion, we, her good colleagues, unanimously concluded that it was due to premature menopause caused by the sudden event.

"Xiao Gang, do you know why the boss is late today?" It was Xiao Wang calling me. He's younger than me,
but he's been here a few months earlier. He always calls me Xiao Gang, and he's really arrogant.

"How would I know?" I rolled my eyes at him. "It's just menopause syndrome, and besides, I'm
older than you. Next time, call me Brother Gang."

"Let's not talk about that. I saw the boss outside the Midnight Bar yesterday." The guy said mysteriously.

"Impossible!" The Midnight Bar is a very famous place in our area. The girls are all very beautiful,
but just having girls doesn't make it famous, because it also produces male prostitutes. Not Peking duck, and certainly
not some fancy duck, but male prostitutes in all their rightful place. Although I've never been inside, I've seen a few
chatting outside when I pass by. They're all got great physiques and good looks, definitely
much better than that singer who got stabbed a few times for selling his ass.

"Why would I lie to you? I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it. He's only in his thirties, and he's got the looks of a wolf.
But why would you go there? There are some pretty good ones in the company, like me." Looking at the guy's smug
expression, I felt like throwing up.

"Alright, alright, get to work. I don't want the boss to fire me." I pushed him out. This kind of
guy just loves to stir up trouble. Maybe it's just because we look alike, but if that's really the case, it's possible.
Forget about worrying about the ancients; where will my six thousand come from? That's the real issue.

I asked our equipment department manager for leave (this small company with less than thirty people has so many departments,
I'm dizzy!), went to the bank, and withdrew seven thousand from my card. Watching my money about to disappear, I felt like
crying .

Normally, this kind of payment should go to finance, but since we internal staff buy things ourselves, it has to go to
the boss. Although the boss can be very demanding sometimes, he's not stingy with money; strictly speaking,
he 's quite generous.

The manager's office is a suite. Just as I was about to knock, I suddenly heard some strange noises coming from inside.

"Ah...ah..." Few people usually come up to the third floor. Clients generally
handle their business on the first floor. The employees on the second floor are usually afraid of the boss and rarely come up without permission; they
're too busy avoiding him. Besides, there's only one toilet and one manager's office on the third floor, and now most people in the company use
the public toilet outside.

Don't think I don't know what that sound is just because I'm inexperienced. I've seen it happen, even if I haven't eaten pork. Should
I go in or not? After thinking for a moment, I steeled myself and quietly went in, making no noise. I slowly pushed open the door.
No one was in the outer room, so I quickly closed it again.

Good heavens, what luck! The inner door still had a gap of about 0.005 meters. If
the manager wasn't usually so stern and hadn't specifically asked me to come up today, I would have thought it was a temptation
. It was the perfect space for peeping.

Huh, where is everyone? I glanced to the right. Nothing. Only some women's clothes on the floor,
including black pantyhose and a pink pair of sexy underwear. To the left? Oh no! The boss was sitting on the table,
her legs raised high, a black dildo moving in and out of her vagina. With each insertion,
streams of vaginal fluid flowed out, dripping from the table to the floor, taking a long time to fall due to its viscous consistency.

It was hard to believe that the boss, in her thirties, still had pink labia majora, and her clitoris was about
the size of . I am truly grateful to my dear parents for giving me such good eyesight; if the author
were reading this, I guarantee he wouldn't see anything.

Now, the boss was leaning against the bookshelf to the right of her desk, her rosy lips opening and closing like
a fish's mouth out of water—excuse me, that's how I saw it. Her eyes were very unfocused. Wait, she wasn't wearing her glasses.
"Great, she definitely can't see me, because she's very nearsighted." Her small breasts
trembled rhythmically with the movement of her hand below.

"Husband...husband...I miss you so much...Yesterday...I went to the midnight...bar, I...
really...couldn't hold on...but...I didn't betray you...I even...paid...but
we didn't do it..." Her other hand kept kneading her breasts, which deformed from the force.

"Ah...ah...harder...harder...ah...husband...husband...I'm coming..."
With a long "ah," her hand below stopped moving. Her head, which had been raised, also lowered. This is so damn
frustrating, I just got hard, and it's over already.

"I'm sorry, husband, I swore on the day you had that accident that I would only ever be your woman, and now it
's only been half a year, and I can't hold back anymore. Don't blame me, maybe I really am a slutty woman." She said
to a picture frame on the table.

Although I couldn't see what the picture in the frame was from my angle, I could guess that it
was a picture of her ex-husband or a picture of the two of them together. Sigh, sometimes feelings are really a strange
thing . The body clearly needs it, but the feelings can restrain it. Wait, why is she dressed? Oh no, I
'll be discovered now.

But this kind of thing is no problem for me. I immediately stood up, walked to the door, knocked on the door a few times,
then opened the door, jumped outside, and stuck my head in, pretending to look.

"Boss, are you there? Hmm, no one's here. She probably went out. The door wasn't locked. I'll close it for her."
After saying this, I went downstairs with an uncontrollable smile on my face.

(III)

Last night, I drank with my friends until I was dizzy. I think it was three cups of baijiu and two bottles of beer. I don't know how much
you drink, but I was definitely dizzy. (Three cups of baijiu equals 2.8 * 3 liang 50 degrees) Although I
could drink a little more without much of a problem, well, posting in this state would definitely be fooling everyone, so I'm posting it
a day late. Also, my wife will be back from Shanghai on Saturday. The kids need a bath tonight, and as for my wife, well, I
still . So, my posting speed will definitely be slower than it has been in recent days. I hope everyone can understand.

1. Some people asked when Yao Ming ever got a triple-double. To be honest, I don't know. I think he's
never . However, it seems that Loongson iV and Bluetooth 8 standards don't exist yet either; they're just my hopes.

2. As for the name gfuucel, it's actually just my name. I wo n't go into the reasons why
, since while there are many people who like erotica in China, few dare to actually praise it.

3. Some friends asked what I meant by "ordinary people." Because I am an ordinary person.
Although I like cars, the best car I've ever seen is a Mercedes S600.
I've only seen real luxury cars in books. As for other fashionable items, I haven't even had any experience with them; I've only heard about them.
For things like pants or shoes costing tens of thousands, I have no right to comment without having experienced them. Maybe
not all the people on the coastline are rich.

Fourthly, regarding the author, it's absolutely true. My combined myopia easily exceeds 1000 degrees,
so even if I had a chance to peek, I probably wouldn't see anything crucial. Hehe, well, I
was plagiarizing "A Girl's Heart" back in '86, so it's probably exhausting.

Honestly, what I really hope for isn't the coastline, but rather
the recapture of the Outer Manchuria and Zengmu Reef. Compared to Zengmu Reef at 4 degrees north latitude, the Diaoyu Islands are truly insignificant
. It seems Vietnam has already claimed sovereignty over Zengmu Reef, but who knows if
Zengmu Reef is actually less than 2000 nautical miles from Malaysia or some other
country? However, I still like China's strength; I'm not a great power chauvinist. Finally, let's shout a slogan
: Down with Japanese imperialism! Long live the Chinese people!

Also, if C600 sees this, I hope he can release the next chapter of "Off-Track" as soon as possible.
I dying of impatience!

That's a bit of a tangent, let's get back to the story. Feel free to modify anything that doesn't suit your taste;
no need to ask for my permission, haha.

Sitting in the office, I couldn't suppress a smile. Although I didn't see the boss's expression,
I could imagine the indescribable feeling—surprise, fear, or something else entirely
.

Seeing her act like a tomboy all the time, it turns out she's quite a slutty woman. But
looking
, it's understandable that she, a woman, manages such a large company (relatively speaking, feminists, please don't nitpick). And she has no one to confide in, so it's understandable. If the opportunity really came,
a mature woman should definitely be considered, haha.

But I can't think about that now; Liu Chong's matter is the most important. I quickly took out the installation disk and installed the driver.
Although my laptop is rather rudimentary, using a Loongson IV CPU and only supporting Bluetooth 6,
normal network transmission should still be possible. Oops, this isn't installed correctly. I'm so confused; I completely forgot
to plug in the hardware! I frantically searched for the box, rummaging around for ages before finally finding the receiver.

Calling it a receiver? To me, it looks more like an earpiece. Seeing this, I'm starting
to doubt whether I've actually spent my six thousand yuan. Thank goodness I haven't paid yet. If it doesn't work out,
I'll have to retrieve it before the keys are returned. If the money's been wasted and it doesn't turn out well, I'll be in big trouble.

Although I absolutely hate those Japanese, their stuff is pretty good. I calculated the distance; my company
is about three kilometers from Liu Chong's house, with several tall buildings in between, yet the
impact isn't significant. The image resolution is 2400*1450, so it's still quite clear. But
there's no one in Liu Chong's house right now.

Even though I just wanted to help a friend, the camera's already installed. Even if I get evidence of Liu Wei's infidelity
, what good will it do? I honestly can't say. Whatever . I'm just unsure if it will still work at night.
The manual says it supports infrared cameras, but in my opinion, the manual is just a disguised advertisement.
It would be perfect if it worked well even with the lights off.

Also, this thing is sometimes too sensitive; sometimes it even intercepts cell phone signals
. Nothing happened at Liu Chong's house, but he unintentionally overheard a few other people's phone calls.
The tone of her voice suggested there were quite a few unhappy married men and women these days. No
wonder

there are so many cases of infidelity. Given the current situation, it seems I was right not to get married, otherwise I might end up in the military again. Although there's not much to do at the company, being able to leave work is true freedom. Haha,
life without anyone bothering me is so wonderful. My parents went to my sister's house in Fuzhou, so I'm all alone now, able to
do whatever . I shouted "Hooray!" and was about to go downstairs when my boss pushed open the door and walked in. "Xiao Zhang,
did you get your driver's license?"

"I already got it." Speaking of this, I really admire the Chinese system. Driving schools that can
graduate take two months to get a license. Maybe the driving school owners felt embarrassed to charge me
several thousand yuan for just three days, anyway, that's what I think.

"Come with me to the Heaven on Earth nightclub to discuss that
business deal ." Don't get me wrong, it's not the Heaven on Earth in Beijing, just a nightclub with the same name.
I heard the girls there are really pretty, but firstly, I'm not into that kind of thing, and secondly, I don't think I have that much money. I've only heard of it, but since I
have the chance, I'll go.

"Okay, boss, when do we leave?"

"Everyone's off work now. Don't call me boss anymore, just call me Sister Zhou." She blinked her big eyes at me.

Oh my god, is this what that blind Liu on the street meant when he said I'd be destined for a lot of romantic encounters this year? Was she
tempting me? I suppressed my racing heart, secretly swallowed, and stammered, "This isn't appropriate, is it?
You're the boss, aren't you?"

"What's wrong with it? Just call me Sister Zhou when no one's around."

"Okay, then. When are we leaving, Sister Zhou?"

"Right now. By the way, have I been too harsh on you guys?"

"No, we've always felt like the company is family." Family, that's true, but seeing you
is like seeing my old man when I skipped school—a mix of fear and apprehension, I thought to myself.

"Oh, I've always felt a distance between us." I was really dizzy. If there wasn't a distance between bosses and employees
, then probably no one would be a boss.

The company car was a white, domestically produced Buick, automatic, and it was very fast when starting—of course
, it couldn't compare to those really high-end cars. Because I'd always driven the oldest Jiefang 30 in driving school—
the kind with the round nose that cost a penny—I always felt that making us drive those kinds of cars was
a desecration . It was as if those cars could easily be displayed in a Chinese military vehicle museum
. It felt a bit embarrassing that they'd been subjected to so much wear and tear on the roads all these years.

The afternoon sun was still so strong, I had to squint while driving. A delicate hand put a pair of
sunglasses on my head, and my adrenaline immediately surged. Was this hint a little too obvious?

"Remember to wear sunglasses next time you drive. Consider these a gift." Zhou gently smoothed her hair. Having
gotten used to seeing my boss in a suit, seeing her sitting next to me like a little woman, I couldn't help but be a little mesmerized
. Looking at myself in the rearview mirror—a buzz cut, not exactly handsome, but I looked pretty cool in sunglasses,
why couldn't I attract women? Hahaha.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhou looked at me strangely.

"Nothing much, I was just thinking that if we can close this deal, our company will be on another
level."

"Yes, if the business goes well, it'll be a fair return."

I don't need to say who he is, everyone knows. It's said he was the original founder of this company, then Sister Zhou
became his secretary, and then the two of them fell in love in a very cliché way, got married, and then he went to start his own business, while Sister Zhou
took over this security equipment company. And then, oh, there's no further after that, it seems they didn't even have children before he went to the Western Paradise in a car accident. "Yes." I wouldn't let this kind of dull topic continue. Sister Zhou paused for a moment. "Did you come to my office this afternoon?" "Yes, I went there this afternoon, but no one was home, and the door wasn't locked, so I just closed it for you. By the way, Sister Zhou, how did you find out about this? Do you have someone at the company watching you? They can't talk badly it could be dangerous." "Get lost! I heard it from Xiao Wang." I was utterly dumbfounded. How could she tell such a lie? Would Xiao Wang really tell her something like this? I don't believe it for a second. "Did you hear anything when you went upstairs?" "No, why?" "Oh, nothing." She lowered her head, but from her fair neck, I could see a blush had spread across her face; her cheeks must be even redder. "I think there's a mouse in my office." "Really? I'll bring some rodenticide tomorrow. You should change offices for the next few days; girls are afraid of mice." (A word of caution: rodenticide is now a prohibited drug. Illegal use or possession is a criminal offense . Please be careful.) "A girl? I'm so old, and you still have the nerve to joke like that with me." She looked up at me , her eyes filled with shyness, but seemingly more with joy. Flattery never fails, and that's the truth. Although I'm a bit thick-skinned, my boss is indeed quite attractive, possessing a unique charm and femininity. If she weren't usually so cold , I'd rate her a 90 out of 100. But now I'm still wondering, even if she knew what I saw, did she really need to act like this? Is this still my boss? It was clearly flirting, so I decided to be cautious and observe. There weren't many cars on the road, and I hardly encountered any red lights. Even the kind police officers didn't wave me down to check my driver's license for crossing the line. This world is truly wonderful. Seeing so many beautiful women inside, I almost drooled. While they might not be considered elegant—and elegant people are relatively rare—they were young, beautiful, and sexy. My god, this was practically an invitation to commit a crime! No wonder it's the most upscale place in our city. The owner pulled me, who was already lost in thought, to sit in a corner of the lobby. However, my eyes still couldn't resist wandering around. Hmm, that face is really pretty. Oh my, that girl has such a nice bust. Wow, what a perky butt! I didn't even notice when that Japanese businessman sat down here. "This is Mr. Bear Wolf from the Japanese 'Honki-doji' Company, and this is our business manager, Zhang Xiaogang."

"No way, spying can actually get you promoted? If I'd known, I would have spyed long ago." I looked up
at the handsome, dashing Mr. Bear Wolf across from me. He was about 1.6 meters tall and weighed at most
110 kilograms. He had a classic long face, two small green beady eyes, a bulbous nose, and a slightly crooked mouth.
His overall appearance suggested a chaotic and miserable life, but he looked like a celebrity, especially with that small
mustache below his nose—he looked just like the pig-headed squad leader from the TV series "The Fiery Steel."

This guy was actually quite polite, immediately bowing deeply to me. "Hello, Mr. Zhang,
nice to meet you."

Damn it, looking at this guy made me furious, but the great nation of China couldn't let those little devils
look down on us . I extended my hand, shook his, and said, "I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

"Mr. Bear Wolf, it's a bit noisy here. Would you like to move to a private room to talk?" the owner said
politely .

"Thank you so much. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Please make the arrangements." I bowed again, damn it. " I'm so dizzy,
aren't you tired?"

"Mr. Tailang, there are a few standard Japanese tatami rooms here.
How about we eat and chat inside?"

"Thank you so much for your help." Another 90-degree turn.

To be honest, I'm not used to sitting on Japanese tatami at all. It's not exactly kneeling, but it's not exactly sitting either.
But I can only grit my teeth and bear it now. I'm not Zhang Baoguan anymore, I'm Zhang Manager Zhang, so let's pretend.

After a few cups of sake (I've actually tried this once, a friend brought it back from studying in Japan;
it tastes like cat pee, not as good as Erguotou), they started talking about specifics, but I couldn't get
a word in edgewise. I could only pretend to listen seriously.

Later, the Japanese guy said to the boss, "The following is a trade secret. Could you ask
Manager to leave for a moment?"

"Okay, Zhang, wait for me in the car." I replied, and as I stood up,
I noticed that the bear-like guy's eyes were red. Oh my god, I've seen that look so many times. My buddies
always look like that when they're about to do something bad to a girl.

After leaving that room, I immediately went to the bar and booked the room next door.
After wetting the paper in the middle with my saliva, I kept a close eye on the bear-like guy's every move.

Although the bear-like guy didn't look good, he spoke fluent Chinese and had a good capacity for alcohol, constantly
urging our boss to drink. But he was wrong. Our boss's alcohol tolerance is so high that not only ordinary women,
but even men with a good capacity for alcohol might not be able to beat her. I personally witnessed her drink more than twenty cups of Moutai at a company celebration party
. Although each cup was only seven qian (approximately 35 grams), I would never dare to compete with her.

The boss, having drunk too much sake, inevitably felt a bit bloated and went to the restroom. At that moment, I
noticed the bear take a small plastic packet from his shirt; it contained white powder. He poured it into the boss's
sake and gently swirled it. The boss followed him in, and the Japanese soldier clinked glasses with her, both
drinking it down in one gulp.

Damn it, it's either an aphrodisiac or a sleeping potion. Should I watch a live sex show? But letting the Japanese
take advantage of me isn't right either. What should I do?

(IV)

I was still hesitating whether to tell the boss that the sake had been drugged. Although I still really wanted to
see the boss's naked body and hear her seductive moans, the other party was Japanese, a little devil, and I
could n't bear to accept it.

I secretly opened the sliding door and quietly called over a waiter, asking him to come to this room when the lady in the gray suit
returned .

The wait was long—though it actually only took two or three minutes—but I was getting
impatient . I glanced at the small hole I'd dug; the boss hadn't returned yet, and the adorable Mr. Bear
was no longer the sanctimonious man he'd been moments before, now leisurely picking his nose. "

Is this what they call polite Japanese people?" I cursed under my breath. It seemed he
already for the taking, but with me here, his scheme was doomed.

Filled with patriotic fervor, I immediately left the private room. In the corridor, I encountered the boss. Under the dim light,
she looked nowhere near her actual age of thirty. Her already good looks, combined with the surroundings, gave her an
indescribable allure, and I was captivated.

"Xiao Zhang, it's you! Is something urgent?"

"Nothing much, just boss, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"I already told you, just call me Sister Zhou. What is it?"

"Well then, boss, oh... Sister Zhou..." I glanced at Sister Zhou, "I always feel that
that little Japanese guy is a bit shady. You should be careful."

"I know what you mean. I'll be wary of him. Thank you." As she spoke, she raised her eyebrows dramatically
.

I've been with the company for almost two years now, and we often hear our clients say that our boss is a very capable person. But
at work, I've only ever seen her cold and aloof—except for what happened this afternoon, of course. Generally, she only raises her eyebrows
when she's feeling triumphant. But there's a lot in those big eyes, and all I can read is loneliness
and weariness.

"Be careful!" I glanced at her nervously. "Those Japanese are no good."

"I know, but right now, I'm the boss first, then a woman." She
sighed . "You're a very nice person, but sometimes you take personal feelings too seriously," she paused,
"but if it weren't for that, I don't think you'd have the chance to come here today."

I was starting to doubt if the woman I knew was the same person who had called me here earlier. She was
so alluring just now, and now she's a powerful businesswoman. Was I just confused, or did she change too quickly?

"Sir, do you need any help?" A busty waitress, her breasts as big as papayas, looked at me with a smitten expression
.

I looked up. "Thank you, no thanks. Oh, by the way, the customer who went in earlier was
Japanese , you know?"

"Yes, I know."

"Oh, well, well… let me put it this way, this Japanese customer has that kind of fetish, you know what I mean
, oh, he likes being abused."

"Really?" After saying that, the woman looked at the room with disdain. "But little…"
"It's strange how Japanese guests often do such startling things, but we need to inform the manager about this."

"Okay, take me to see the manager."

After explaining the situation to the manager, the young man frowned but didn't say anything. He turned around, made
a phone call, whispered a few words, and then said to me, "Sir, although we will
accept the guests' requests, we are currently in China. We hope you will be careful not to incite public anger."

I nodded with a smile and walked away, vaguely hearing the young man muttering, "Damn it,
traitor ... " Although I knew he was cursing me, I wasn't angry at all. Everyone knows why, so I
won't elaborate.

I returned to the tatami room to continue my spying. The owner and the Japanese pervert were sitting at
opposite ends of a small table (a side note: it seems the small table in the tatami room has a formal name, but I don't know, and I don't want to know
what the Japanese thing is called. Also, there was a famous Photoshop work online last year about a pervert; although
the two differed greatly in size, they looked almost identical to me. Whether it's my eyes playing tricks on me
or something else, I don't know, but they look pretty much the same).

Mr. Bear, holding a glass of sake, swayed and toasted the owner, "Mr. Zhou, to our happy
cooperation, please drink this up."

"Mr. Bear, don't you know that toasting a woman in China is a very impolite act?" "Beautiful eyes
stared at those small eyes.

"I'm sorry, but this is a drink to celebrate our cooperation. There's a Chinese saying that celebratory wine doesn't make you drunk, so our
cooperation should be considered a happy occasion, right?" Bear didn't give up on urging the boss to drink despite his words.

"Alright, just one cup, and don't do it again." With a crisp sound, both cups of sake were downed. Seeing
this

I felt Bear was about to make a move, but this deal must be very important to the boss. Business
was necessary , but Chinese dignity couldn't be lost. My hand instinctively reached for my waist.

This was a habit I developed during my wilderness survival training in the army; back then, bayonets were worn on the waist. However,
naturally, I didn't find the bayonet, but I did find something else—a cell phone.

A camera phone that
could be used as a simple DV camera phone;
a DV camera phone that could continuously record 40 minutes of video and audio (written here) (The author borrows from Wen Ruian
's writing style.)

After a moment of silence, the bear's hands became restless, and its body slowly moved towards the
boss . The boss dodged to the left, but the bear did not give up its fantasies and instead
moved even closer to the boss. The boss dodged again, and although he did not say anything, his face was already showing displeasure.

The bear thought that the boss's silence meant tacit approval, and placed its paw (the bear's paw is referred to as "bear paw") on
the boss's thigh. The boss slapped the bear paw away and stood up. "Mr. Bear, please show
some ."

"Ms. Zhou, don't be angry. I think you made a lot of money from this deal. Besides,
I heard that your husband has passed away. How could a woman like you not need a man's pity?"

"You, you shut up! We are just business partners, and we don't necessarily have to cooperate with people.
Excuse me, I must leave." The boss picked up the small bag in the corner and was about to open the sliding door to come out.

"Damn it, you can't have your way today! %#@$&$#$%@##$@$%&%%#&
(special symbols are Japanese, I don't know them)." She grabbed the boss, who had stood up, and slammed him down on the table,
panting heavily . She tore a large hole in the boss's suit jacket, revealing his black underwear.

The boss resisted desperately, but a woman against a man weighing over 100 kilograms was
a futile struggle.

"Squeak," I gently opened the door next door and snapped my fingers. Bear was stunned for a moment, then
closed the door behind him, politely saying to Mr. Bear, "Sir, this is rape, a serious crime
!"

"Damn it!" "The bear raised his fist to hit me, but he underestimated me, having served in the army
for five years . Although I still lost the selection for the 834* unit's internal security detail, dealing with this
guy, whose only contribution to humanity was in a meat processing plant, was a piece of cake.

I grabbed his wrist, executed an over-the-shoulder throw, and with a "Ah!" the bear fell face-first to the ground in a classic
dog-face-shit motion.

I stepped forward, grabbed the bear by the collar, and unleashed a series of slaps. To my astonishment, I
realized compared to the bear's face, his body was extremely disproportionate. Although his body was already quite large,
compared to his head, he looked like a ridiculously large-headed man at a temple fair.

"Fuck you, Chinese people are all about courtesy before resorting to force. I already told you that. If you take the initiative, you'll lose some
flesh and bone."

"I'm Japanese. I'm going to complain to the consulate, the embassy, your police station, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. You
assaulted a legitimate Japanese businessman. I'll sue you." "The bear's mouth is still stubborn.

'You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!' I opened my phone and played the video of the violence earlier,
of course, I wouldn't record the part where I hit him.

The bear immediately fell silent.

Although I was in control now, I was still very nervous. Some Chinese people are
traitors. It's easy to deal with the Japanese, but traitors are a different story.

So I squatted down and gently patted the bear's fat face. 'Don't think you're a foreigner. You've committed a serious crime.
You don't have diplomatic immunity. If we want to sue you, you can wait to be sentenced. Hey, don't play dead, I know you
understand.'

I went inside, helped the boss up, and walked out.

The boss who was just resisting the bear was now practically slumped on me. It should have been a
wonderful thing, but when we got to the door, the difference between what the supervisor and that infatuated waitress said almost made me furious.

'See those two? Playing SM with the Japanese.

' 'These two don't seem like the kind of people who are disreputable. '" “

These days, besides, who’s going to come here if they’re a good person?”

“Then what are you?”

“I’m the

kind of person who remains untainted by the mud.” The two started flirting again. Seeing that the foreman was such a capable person, yet his judgment was so poor, I
smiled bitterly . No matter what others said, I couldn’t cause trouble again; if I did, it would be beyond my control.

I helped the boss up and looked back at the Heaven on Earth again. It was still as magnificent as ever, but
all the beautiful women in the lobby were gone. Perhaps they had all gone to stop violent rape crimes. As Chairman Liu once
said, there are only different divisions of labor, not distinctions of rank. They have also made a great
contribution .

The car entered the highway. Eleven o'clock in the city is just the beginning of the nightlife. There were many cars on the road, and the traffic was slow. I
turned to look at the boss.

Her eyes were closed, her face was very red, and her breathing had become rapid. Her well-maintained breasts
rose and fell with her breath. Through her torn bra, I could vaguely see two mounds of white flesh on her chest. Such a sensual
scene was almost too much for me, a virgin. My breathing also became rapid.

There was a long traffic jam ahead. Judging from the people talking outside, there seemed to be an accident. I
glanced , guessing she was definitely under the influence of the drug. My right hand trembled as I reached out to touch her right breast (
why not her left? Because most cars in China are left-hand drive, touching the left breast of someone in the passenger seat is awkward
unless you're holding her neck; those who can should try it).

After touching for a while, it felt flat. A sideways glance revealed I was actually touching her lower abdomen. Although I was calm
while , actually doing it was a different story.

I silently recited Chairman Mao's teachings twice: "Make up your mind, fear no capture, overcome all difficulties, and say goodbye to virginity," which
calmed me down a bit. Finally, I grasped my boss's right breast.

Her breasts were relatively small, like her, but full, without any
signs of sagging or deflation. However, through her bra, it still felt a little less impressive. Just as I was about to slip my
hand loud "beep" immediately brought me back to my senses.

Damn it, why are you honking? What if you scare me so badly I can't get an erection? I looked up and saw that the car in front of me had already
driven nearly twenty meters, while I was still standing still. No wonder the people behind me were getting impatient.

But where am I going now? Go home? My parents would kill me if they saw me bringing a woman home.

The next day they would ask me who she was, what she did, how old she was, the social background of all my relatives,
whether she farted or ground her teeth in her sleep, and so on. They would drive me crazy with all these questions.

Where am I going? I followed the line of cars in front of me aimlessly.

(V)

Haha, it's really not easy. I've decided to start writing again. Logically speaking, I'm almost at the point where I can get to the real sex scenes,
but I'm really weak in that area. I can only steal the wonderful content from other great writers. If anyone can log onto
the coastline, please help me forward this. I really can't log on. Also, I really miss c600
's article "Adultery".

My Friend's Wife, Shall I Ride Her?

Author: gfuucel

The city at night was less bustling than during the day
,
but more alluring. The neon lights, battered by sandstorms during the day, began to glow. My mind was hazy. The CD player in the car was playing Richard Clayderman's "Autumn Whispers," the melodious piano music somewhat out of place with the enchanting scenery inside the car. However, I
always played this piece when my mind was particularly troubled, and coincidentally, the CD player in the car also had it.

I beat up that bear today; will the company's business fall through? Although I have so-called evidence,
will it really have legal effect if it's presented in court? There are still far too many
traitors . Thinking about these things, my head started to throb again.

"Damn it!" I muttered under my breath, turning my head to look. The boss was sleeping soundly and peacefully. I
didn't know what the blind girl in Moonlight Sonata looked like, but the boss now looked like a
sleeping angel. The pale blue moonlight shone on her face, giving her a look that was both holy and alluring.

Where am I? Chengji Building? Wow, how did I get so far? A rough estimate suggests
I've covered at least forty kilometers in that brief moment of confusion. I'm now at the Chengji Building in the suburbs. Apparently, business
here is always good. There are only two types of people staying here: those who squander public funds, those
who eat, drink, harm, and curse public servants; and those who are lovers having secret rendezvous. If there's
a third , it's probably me. Maybe it's a romantic encounter, maybe it's the first step towards a crime.

I booked a standard room with my own ID. The staff here have probably seen too many, because they
weren't surprised at all when they saw me carrying my boss to a room. In their minds, I'm not the first,
I can't be the first, and I won't be the last, never will be the last.

My room number is romantic, 521. I love you, but I have absolutely
no . My boss in my arms is like a hot potato—keeping him is bad, throwing him away is bad too.

Upon entering the room, the owner suddenly began to writhe. Just as I was wondering what to do, she opened her small mouth
and vomited with a "whoosh!" My poor Pierre Cardin! Even though it was fake, it still cost me
six hundred yuan. But could I argue with a drunk person? No way! Could I
argue ? Absolutely not! I guess I'll just have to accept my bad luck, I thought to myself.

To calm myself down—don't laugh, but which normal man could remain
unmoved in this situation? I suspect only Liu Xiahui could. However, I've always
suspected Liu Xiahui might have had some unspeakable secret that allowed him to remain unmoved. If it were me, I'd
probably... (…). Most of the above is just boasting, because having a beautiful woman in front of you and only having the desire but not the courage
is truly a failure.

Entering the restroom, a splash of cold water on my face
instantly sobered me up. My earlier thoughts of ridding the people of a menace and bringing glory to the country vanished.

Currently, I'm... The main problems were: First, how would the boss handle it? Please don't tell me it's
over after I've had sex with him. Even though the boss might not be some virtuous woman, if she reports me, my precious youth might be
ruined. Second, after I beat up those Japanese devils, will some pro-Japanese
democrats go and report me somewhere? Third, Liu Chong's matter... damn it, forget it, I can't even handle my own affairs,
buddy? Forget it.

I groggily lifted my head and saw myself in the mirror. Although my hair was a bit messy and my eyes were bloodshot, I
was still quite handsome. Lost in thought, I heard a very seductive moan coming from inside the room, and my...
My brother, however, isn't as assertive as I am. He's clearly starting to give the woman outside the door a gun salute. To him,
there's no difference in status or position; he just wants it. Sometimes I really envy him.

Having a beautiful woman inside is incredibly lucky for most men, especially
when she's drunk and dazed. It's strange that I still have so many random thoughts at this time,
but no how many or how perfect those thoughts are, it's useless.

I should go out and face this problem. The boss is lying on her side on the Simmons mattress, her cherry-red lips muttering something, seemingly calling someone
's name. It's indistinct; at first, it seemed to be calling her ex-husband, but slowly it seemed to be
my name. Standing by the bed, I'm utterly bewildered. Could I be the boss's dream girl? This is utterly
ridiculous!

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