tentative advances towards colleagues

I didn't know what kind of car she drove, so when I got downstairs, I stood in a very conspicuous spot and looked around.
Suddenly, a red sedan pulled up, honking its horn softly. I looked closely and saw that the driver was none other than Xian Mei.
She opened the car door, and I naturally sat in the passenger seat.
As soon as I sat down, she quickly drove off. Judging from her expression, she was afraid her colleagues would see us.
After sitting down, I felt that the car was incredibly comfortable. Looking at the interior, everything was super luxurious. Although I got my driver's license when I was in college, I didn't know much about cars. I couldn't even name 60% of the features, let alone this car.
I couldn't help but exclaim, "Your car is really beautiful. What kind of car is it?"
"A Lexus."
I was stunned. Although I didn't know much about cars, I did know a little about Lexus.
"Oh, a luxury car, haha, how much did it cost?" I asked stupidly again. "
Over 500,000," Xian Mei said casually.
"Damn," I thought, sticking out my tongue at the price. "Over 500,000! Even if I didn't eat or drink, it would take me years to earn that!"
Seeing my tongue-out face, Xian Mei chuckled as she drove. "
What do you want to eat?" she asked, her tone surprisingly gentle. "
You choose the place. Whatever you eat, I'll eat." She chuckled again.
Her smile revealed her perfectly angled teeth. Sitting in the passenger seat, she looked even more alluring from the side. I couldn't help but think of that Japanese woman in the porn. I blurted out, "How about we go eat Japanese food?" "
You like Japanese food too?" "Hehe, okay, let's go there."
Damn, it seems she really likes Japanese food, but I don't really like it. I prefer the sauerkraut from Northeast China. But the words were already out, and I couldn't take them back. Damn it, it's all that Japanese woman's fault.
She drove me to a Japanese restaurant that was quite far from her workplace.
She seemed very familiar with the place; it looked like she came here often.
The interior was designed entirely in a Japanese style, with colorful Japanese murals, wooden sliding doors, and a pervasive Japanese ambiance. The waitresses (pretending to be Japanese women) dressed in kimonos greeted me with elegant bows.
The uniformly Japanese style made me feel like I was in Japan; the only drawback was the lack of real Japanese women. (I'd love to get some more pleasure with those Japanese women. Damn it, the Japanese have wronged China so much; their crimes are countless. Now it's a time of peace, we can't really use nuclear weapons. If we want revenge, taking advantage of Japanese women is the best way to retaliate. Here, , calling on Chinese men to unite and go and take advantage of Japanese women. Let all the inhuman Japanese men lose their jobs. In a few years, we'll have transformed Japan into a second China. Wouldn't that be wonderful? Wouldn't that be great?)
Xian Mei led me to the second floor and chose a unique tatami room.
Entering the room, I had to be forced into it, imitating the Japanese ronin, taking off my shoes and sitting cross-legged on the tatami.
Xian Mei was on the phone at that moment, talking as she came to sit opposite me. I don't know who was calling her, but they talked for a long time, and she just stood there continuing to answer the phone.
She was standing while I was sitting; to see her was to look up at her from afar.
When I looked up, I discovered a completely different world from below; her breasts appeared even more prominent and erect, trembling occasionally with the rhythm of her speech, becoming increasingly arousing.

Chapter 13, Thirteen, The Fake Japanese Woman.

I couldn't help but recall the classic line from the famous Tang Dynasty poet Cui Hao: "The towering Mount Hua overlooks the capital, the three peaks beyond the heavens cannot be carved." The Lotus Peak, the Star Peak, and the Jade Maiden Peak on Mount Hua, piercing the clouds, are known as the Three Peaks Beyond the Heavens. At this moment, she was looking down at me, making me think of this evocative line. At this moment, the Star Peak was her handsome face, the Lotus Peak on the left was her left breast, and the Jade Maiden Peak on the right was her right breast; the more I looked, the more it resembled her—it was indeed so.
Damn it, shit is human excrement (poetry inspires), excrement is smelly (inspire leads to sexual thoughts), smelly leads to avoidance (sexual thoughts lead to masturbation), avoidance leads to ignorance (masturbation leads to seduction). I had already satisfied my craving in my mind.
Just as I was greedily gazing at the Lotus and Jade Maiden peaks, lost in lust, Xian Mei finished her phone call and slowly sat down. My gaze followed her breasts as they descended, never leaving them for a moment, as if trying to see inside her clothes.
"Xiao Lü, what are you looking at?" I casually replied, "I'm looking at the Lotus and Jade Maiden peaks." Immediately realizing my inappropriate behavior, I cursed myself inwardly for being so pathetic, but to conceal my lust, I quickly adopted a nonchalant demeanor.
Perhaps my gaze was too blatant, my words too direct, for Xian Mei blushed slightly.
Seeing my nonchalant and carefree attitude, Xian Mei frowned slightly, feigning anger, and suddenly said, "Why do you always have such a lecherous look in your eyes? No wonder you watch those pornographic films during work hours." She really knows how to say something shocking! This caught me completely off guard, and now it was my turn to be incredibly embarrassed. I couldn't control myself, and my face flushed red instantly. I didn't know how to react for a moment.
Seeing my flustered state, Xian Mei chuckled, her expression smug. She casually patted the door, and a Japanese-style woman walked in. Apparently, she was starting to order. Damn, this little brat. "
Xiao Lü, order whatever you want." Her pretty face clearly showed a victor's expression. "
Whatever. Japanese cuisine isn't as profound as our Chinese cuisine, nothing special."
"Haha," Xian Mei laughed loudly, revealing her incredibly sexy teeth, which distracted me a bit. "
Okay, I'll order then." Without even looking at the menu, she slurped down a few dishes, appearing quite dashing. "
What would you like to drink?" she asked gently.
Ugh, I've never drunk Japanese sake before.
Seeing that I hadn't mentioned the name of the drink, she deliberately tilted her head, blinked a few times, and her face was full of mischievousness. Holy crap, that expression, that charm, was absolutely captivating; I almost grabbed her.
Perhaps I was being a fool, because the fake Japanese woman in the kimono couldn't help but chuckle softly, making me so angry I wanted to complain. "
How about we drink some Chinese liquor?" I said, and the fake Japanese woman immediately replied, "We only sell Japanese liquor here." "
Then why don't you speak Japanese? You're speaking Chinese but selling Japanese… liquor." I deliberately drew out the word "Japanese," emphasizing the 'Japanese'. Finally, I added fuel to the fire: "To put it mildly, this is Japanese worship; to put it bluntly, this is a matter of patriotism." The fake Japanese woman probably hadn't expected my reaction to be so quick and my words so sharp; she was speechless for a moment.
Seeing me bickering with the fake Japanese woman, Xian Mei was overjoyed. Suppressing her laughter, she chimed in, "Then let's have some Japanese sake, only 15% alcohol, suitable for both men and women." The fake Japanese woman seized the opportunity to slip away with small, quick steps. After she left, Xian Mei couldn't hold back any longer, pointing at me and laughing so hard she almost fell over.
It even gave me a heroic feeling, like Huo Yuanjia, or even Chen Zhen.
And let me tell you, the Japanese are incredibly efficient; soon, the food and drinks were all served.
We ate and chatted. The Japanese aren't all that great, but these tatami mats are damn good stuff. Communicating on tatami mats, without the obstruction of complicated furniture, feels like the distance between hearts is closer, more intimate. In this quiet, peaceful space, our inner world seems to be illuminated. We almost reached the point of talking about everything.
Perhaps it's easier to let one's mind wander on tatami mats, easier to think in that direction, and harder to control oneself. Gradually, our eyes became inseparable. After
drinking the Japanese sake, Xian Mei's face became even more radiant, and my desire grew even more unbearable.
I decided to test the waters first.
"Sister Xian, isn't it normal for you to come out to eat with me? Why do you need to avoid people?"
She smiled, hesitated slightly, and then spoke softly. "
There are two reasons for avoiding others: first, I don't want gossipy people to see us and spread rumors, causing unnecessary trouble for us. But that's not the main reason; the main reason is the second one." She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice, saying, "The second reason is that it's more exciting." She then smiled again.
I thought to myself, "Sister Xian understands me perfectly! This sneaky thing is incredibly exciting!"
My probing acted as a lubricant, and the Japanese sake was really getting going.
"Xiao Lü, what kind of girl do you like?" Xian Mei's eyes were already a little glazed. "Someone
like you." I blurted out without thinking. Although I hadn't drunk much, I was already intoxicated by the atmosphere. "
Nonsense, I'm getting married soon." Although she said this, her face clearly radiated a sweet, happy smile of being loved, making her even more charming. I wanted to say to myself, "Knowing you're getting married soon, can't I be a secret agent?" But I could only think these hurtful words; I absolutely couldn't say them aloud. Thinking of this, a sharp pain pierced my heart, so I drank several glasses of wine to numb the ache.
After a few drinks, I changed my approach and asked, "What kind of man do you like?"
Xian Mei pondered for a moment, her expression solemn, and said earnestly, "I like mature men." "
Oh, so you like mature men too, just like men like mature women." My words made her laugh. Seeing her sexy and alluring appearance, I decided to continue my harassment. "
So, what aspects of mature men do you like?" "
Mature men have depth, charisma, and understand women's hearts." "
And what else? " "Mature men are
broad-minded, insightful, and exude charm." "
And what else?"
"Mature men are capable in handling situations." Hearing this, I felt a surge of lust. "Little girl, you've finally taken the bait."
"Does that also include the ability to produce... that kind of thing?"
"What?" She didn't understand and asked immediately. "I guess you haven't heard of that before, so today I'll teach you a trick."
"Vertical heart/birth." I stared at her lustfully, enunciating each word clearly. "
What does that mean?" she asked, still puzzled. "
A vertical heart plus birth, what character is that?" I prompted.
"Sex." She blurted out the word as soon as I finished speaking. Realizing I was teasing her, her face instantly turned fiery red. "
You brat, talking nonsense again." After saying that, she gave me a coquettish glare, then, perhaps thinking I had a point, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and her cherry lips curved into a smile.
This time, I was completely mesmerized, and involuntarily said, "
You're so beautiful! I'm so jealous of your boyfriend."
Xian Mei chuckled at first, then asked, "How am I beautiful?" Her tone softened with tenderness towards the end.

It seems any beautiful woman enjoys being complimented on her beauty to her face.
I racked my brains, pouring out all the praise I could muster:
Your skin is as white as snow, as beautiful as plum blossoms in spring snow, as radiant as autumn leaves covered in frost. Your graceful figure exudes a captivating charm, radiant and enchanting. Your face, as beautiful as a lotus blossom, could mesmerize men and drive women envious. Your cheeks are rosy, like the glow of a clear pond, your eyes sparkling, like the moon shining on a cold river.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished these words of praise, she suddenly fell silent, staring intently at me, her beautiful eyes glistening with deep affection.
I looked at her quietly and noticed her eyes were moist; soon, two streams of tears flowed down her fair and rosy cheeks.
I knew she was moved to tears by my words, and all I could do was gaze at her tenderly and shower her with countless autumn spinach-like jelly. Sure enough, as I relentlessly tossed tons of spinach into her mouth, she couldn't take it anymore. Her body trembled, her delicate features furrowed, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed silently. After a moment, she whispered in a sob, "Hug me."
Though her voice was soft, I heard her words clearly, but being no seasoned lover, I was stunned and didn't react for a moment. She then emphasized, with a hint of reproach, "Come and hug me!" As soon as she finished speaking, her tears flowed even more freely.
Even though I was a greenhorn in love, under the torrential rain of her tears, I quickly grew into a towering tree.
I hurriedly moved towards her, perhaps too eager and impatient, and unable to control myself, I didn't even bother to stand up. I scrambled around the table (a bit disheveled) and rushed to her side, stretching out my arms and tightly embracing her. She buried her face deeply in my chest and burst into tears. I pressed my nose against her fragrant hair, and we embraced tightly.
To be honest, Xian Mei was the most captivating girl I'd ever met, but she was already taken. My damned train was late.
Thinking of this, my heart ached. Seeing her tears, my heart ached, and a wave of melancholy washed over me. Her soft sobs were like a tearjerker, making my eyes well up too.
I blinked hard, trying to hold back the tears. But the more I blinked, the more uncontrollable they became, and suddenly, the tears flowed like a broken string of pearls.
The more I thought about how she wasn't mine, the more my heart ached; the more it ached, the more my heart ached, and the more my heart ached, the more my tears flowed, like an endless, surging river. I cried even harder than she did. Men are more vulnerable than women—I'd truly experienced that phrase deeply now.
"Men, cry, cry, cry—it's not a sin. Relish the taste of tears you haven't shed in so long." Andy Lau's song perfectly captured my feelings at that moment.
Women are incredibly perceptive, and Xian Mei is no exception.
Soon she sensed my tears too. She stopped sobbing, lifted her tearful eyes from my chest, and looked at me. She probably hadn't expected
me to cry like a woman with bound feet. Her gaze only made me more uncontrollable, and the tears flowed even more freely, like a flood bursting its banks.
I was a little surprised; why were my tear ducts suddenly so active today? After much agonizing thought, I decided to bury my head between my breasts and have a good cry.

Just as I lowered my head, Xian Mei gently raised her slender arm and held out her hand. A tissue appeared in her hand, stopping me from burying my head further, and she gently wiped away my tears. Helpless, I could only gaze longingly at Lotus and Jade Maiden's Twin Peaks through my tear-filled veil, then close my eyes and let her wipe away my tears. I was truly moved, 555555…
I inhaled the fragrance emanating from her body, savoring the boundless tenderness as she wiped away my tears. I truly wished time could stand still at this moment.
She wiped away my tears, then stopped her gentle movements and gazed at me silently…

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