I slept with a 90s girl whose butt was only the size of a palm.

Last year, the global economic crisis hit, severely impacting many industries. Even a
nobody like me was caught in the crossfire. I changed jobs several times, but none lasted long. I didn't earn any money, and my meager savings were completely gone. Normally, a few friends could help out, but with the financial crisis, they weren't doing well either, so I felt embarrassed to ask. Reluctantly, I returned to Guangzhou from the Yangtze River Delta.
Back home, I talked to a close friend and learned that working in a factory was actually quite good. He was a PCM supervisor, earning several thousand a month. He described PCM work as easy, and I became quite interested, deciding to try my luck at his factory.
My friend suggested I familiarize myself with the entire operational process, like order placement and shipping, and then he'd help me get promoted, or I could look for a similar position in another factory. This was a good suggestion; aside from lacking professional knowledge, my qualifications were fine. So, I was determined to learn.
Actually, I just wanted to coast along and wait for this crisis to pass before venturing out again. After all, I'd been wandering around for two years, so I knew
a thing or two about which industries made money quickly. A few thousand a month was enough to live on, but buying a car, a house, and supporting a wife would be years away. Anyway, through a friend's introduction, I got a job at a factory—a warehouse packer. The job was simple, but also tedious. It involved taking the corresponding goods from the finished goods warehouse shelves according to the order slips, putting them in a truck, and then pushing the truck to the packaging area.
On my first day, I was lectured by a short, ugly-looking baboon-like creature, who rattled off a whole bunch of factory rules. I was incredibly annoyed, but I knew that despite his unattractive appearance, he was my supervisor and team leader for this probationary period, so despite my reluctance, I patiently listened to his rambling for over ten minutes.
Finally, the baboon told me to familiarize myself with the products on the shelves for a week. Wow, so that means I've been doing absolutely nothing for the past week except wandering around the finished goods warehouse. I don't know if it's company policy or my friend's favor, but anyway, I've officially started working.
It's a small factory, only a few hundred people. I have fifteen people in the packing and distribution team, ten men and five women. On my first day, I got to know everyone. Don't doubt it, I come from a sales background; I know how to talk to people in different languages—that's the most basic survival rule in sales.
Let's start with the men. There are two types: smokers and non-smokers. Smokers are the easiest to talk to. A cigarette, a chat about women, and you're done. Non-smokers are also easy. Basketball? Football? Jade Dynasty? World of Warcraft? Dou Dizhu? Anything on Earth, I know... To paraphrase a classic line from *Red Cliff*, something Zhuge Liang often said—"I know a little bit!" In today's society, very few people don't play online games, especially in factories where they almost always play all night on Saturdays.
To approach female colleagues, one has to be more subtle. The women I've encountered generally fall into two categories: one is the introverted-outgoing type, seemingly open on the surface but actually quite reserved; the other is the subtly seductive type, outwardly keeping their distance from men but inwardly yearning. Maintaining appropriate distance is the smartest approach with women, so besides simply letting them know who I am, I didn't deliberately flaunt myself.
Therefore, after one day, everyone in the distribution team knew a young man who was talented but unappreciated, yet full of hope for life.
The reason for choosing this sympathetic image was deliberate, mainly due to human psychology. Like repels like; on first encounters, men are generally more likely to accept someone more unfortunate than someone more successful. Opposites attract, and women don't need to flaunt their talents like a peacock. Besides, there's not much to show off in a small warehouse. I prefer to be subtle and let them discover my strengths slowly. I enjoy the process; the sense of accomplishment when they suddenly discover your hidden brilliance... wow, it's indescribable! In layman's terms, it's showing off!
Enough rambling, let me tell you how I got together with that girl. Her name was Xiaolin (pseudonym), originally from Guangxi, born in the 90s, about 1.5 meters tall, a typical petite and delicate beauty. She was pretty, with the sweet charm of a southerner, long flowing hair, and when she smiled, her eyes squinted. She spoke with a lazy air.
The first time I chatted with her, I wondered what it would be like if she were moaning in bed next to me.
In the following days, I was captivated by Xiaolin, not because she was particularly beautiful. I was simply intrigued by her figure. She was petite and had a flat chest. But I noticed her buttocks were very pert and small, only about the width of my hand – and I have evidence for this. Once, as she passed by me, I secretly measured it with my hand. I spread my fingers and compared them almost directly, and it really was that size.
I'm a lustful man, and whenever I had the chance, I'd stare at Xiaolin's alluring little buttocks swaying back and forth. A classic porn movie I'd seen before would often flash through my mind – a scene of a large black man violently fucking a short, white woman. Based on my careful observation, I concluded that Xiaolin was more reserved than outwardly outwardly passionate, rather demure. Although she seemed carefree and playful, she wouldn't easily cross the line. I
learned from a friend that Xiaolin had a boyfriend who worked in administration. I'd met her so-called boyfriend – a middle-aged man from Guangdong, not particularly handsome. How could he possibly win over such a young and beautiful woman? I couldn't help but believe it; I knew, deep down, that money was the culprit.
Hearing this, I considered giving up. After all, this was my friend's territory. If I slept with Xiaolin, how would my friend explain it to his colleagues? I could walk away without a care, but my friend would have to clean up the mess I left behind, which I couldn't do.
But fate isn't a matter of choice; it's predetermined!

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