[05-30] 【Gaza Songzi and her classmates】

After much consideration, I decided to record this about Kazama Matsuko, hoping that moralists and so-called orthodox individuals won't take it too seriously. It needs to be stated beforehand that much will be omitted in this article.
The Japanese company's earliest investment location was Nagoya; Kyoto was merely an office, but also a command center. The office buildings in Kyoto looked rather ordinary from the outside,
and because there weren't many people, it seemed excessively quiet. I rarely associate with very young girls. Firstly, they are naive; secondly, I always feel somewhat abnormal to associate with them; and thirdly, they really can't provide much spiritual communication or physical pleasure, which is of no benefit to my business or status—frankly, only trouble. Since breaking up with Keiko's daughter, Norika, my life has become more normal, but many new elements have been added. I can no longer meet many strangers; my interactions are basically limited to those around me, and my activities are greatly restricted. Later, Manase officially entered my life, and in Japan, I was almost entirely confined to a specific circle.
The top two floors of the Kyoto office were my office and activity room. Ordinary employees couldn't enter my area. Even within the company, aside from Mr. Yoshida and a few others, very few people go up to the top floor. I call this area my office area. There are three types of people in the office area: security guards, secretaries, and administrative staff. Initially, Manase was the only person who entered my room to communicate with the company and the outside world. Anyone entering my office had to be announced by Manase first, and after Manase left, Matsushima would take over.
The administrative staff consisted of several female employees who were responsible for organizing my office area. I rarely saw them, and of course, I didn't care who cleaned my office and lounge. Initially, there would be a neatly dressed girl respectfully waiting at equal intervals in the spacious corridor, but I wasn't comfortable with that, so I had Yoshida dismiss them. That made me feel more comfortable and free. I like to arrange my activity area according to my own style.
Initially, Manase sometimes came to my office, but after she knew I didn't want her to be in the public eye, she gradually came less often, and later almost never came to my office. As is customary, Emma doesn't accompany me when I go to the Japanese office. I don't know if she hands things over to Matsushima each time, but if I'm in the office, even without Emma, Ms. Matsushima still manages to arrange the schedule perfectly, without causing me any inconvenience.
Manase is pregnant, and she's naturally overjoyed. Perhaps it's some kind of tacit understanding, but my wife, Koyuki, doesn't say anything about me spending more time in Japan. But I'm not used to staying home with Manase every day, so I go to the office more often than before.
I remember one afternoon, after leaving the office, I suddenly remembered something I hadn't finished, so I had the driver return to the company. Matsushima was about to leave the office when she saw me return and hurriedly opened the office door for me. She saw a woman in her thirties wiping my desk and chair. Seeing me enter, she was startled and bowed her head, at a loss for what to do.
Matsushima said softly, "Ms. Ban Kei, please go out first."
The woman named Ban Kei nodded hurriedly and bowed to me. Seeing her trembling expression, I tried to be as gentle as possible, so I smiled and said, "Don't panic, I'll be leaving in a bit."
Mrs. Banqing clearly didn't understand English and didn't know what I was saying, but she could tell from my expression that I wasn't angry. She looked at Matsushima. Matsushima explained a few words to her in a low voice. Banqing bowed gratefully to me. Unlike many Japanese bosses who readily berate or even hit their subordinates, I wasn't exactly easy to please. It was rare that I was in a good mood that day. Looking closely, Banqing was a very typical Japanese woman. Her skin, not particularly fair, appeared supple. She was about 1.62 meters tall, wearing a work cap and tight-fitting work clothes that accentuated her slender and curvaceous figure—surprisingly, a very beautiful woman. Yoshida knew my tastes and wouldn't arrange for unattractive people to surround me, even those I would almost never see while tidying up.
That was the first time I met Miss Banqing. One day after work, Miss Matsushima came into my room to tell me about the schedule for the next morning and tidied up the documents and materials on my desk. I jokingly teased Matsushima, "Tomorrow's the weekend, aren't you going on a relaxing vacation with your boyfriend?"
I'd met Matsushima's boyfriend before; he was a very handsome young man. To be honest, it would be strange if a beautiful girl like Matsushima didn't have a very outstanding boyfriend.
Matsushima smiled slightly and said, "Daichi-kun is on a business trip to the US. Do you need me to come to the company tomorrow?"
Matsushima always asked beforehand about private dates, especially outside of work hours. She was afraid her presence might cause inconvenience, and she knew that I felt more comfortable with friends around at gatherings.
"What was that lady's name last time?" I thought of Ban Kei, but I'd forgotten her name.
Matsushima tilted her cute face at me. I smiled and said, "It's the one who tidies up the rooms."
Matsushima smiled, "Ms. Ban Kei, right?" She looked at me strangely, "What do you mean?"
"It's Manase's idea. Let her be in charge of the lounge."
Matsushima looked at me, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes, and nodded, "Yes. Sir, am I not doing my job well?"
I looked at Matsushima across the table, stood up, and pinched her cheek with a smile, "She's just in charge of some daily life matters."
I didn't need to explain to Matsushima. Matsushima bowed and nodded, "Yes, I understand. However, I can have Mr. Yoshida find another lady who speaks Chinese to take care of you."
"No need." I was a little impatient with her endless chatter.
"Yes." Matsushima saw my face darken and was too scared to say anything.
Actually, I wanted someone to take care of some miscellaneous things for me outside of work hours. I like people who are familiar with me and understand my lifestyle. At that time, I wasn't interested in making new girls, and I didn't want Yoshida to misunderstand and choose another beautiful woman to disturb my normal life.
Even at the company, I would set aside a few hours to work out. Although each activity area had staff to take care of me, I always hoped to feel more familiar, like having a maid at home. Banqing was just right. Although she was a very beautiful woman, she wouldn't easily sway me, and she didn't seem too young; her maturity made me feel more at ease.
That being said, when Matsushima brought Banqing to me for the first time in her work suit, I was still struck by her charm. Banqing was a captivating woman.
The language barrier had its advantages; I didn't need to say anything to Banqing, just pointing or even just looking at her was enough. After a few days, Banqing basically knew what she was supposed to do. While working out, she would quietly stay to the side with the other women in the gym. When I stopped, she would come over and hand me water, wiping my sweat with a towel. When I showered and returned to the lounge, Banqing would place my clothes on the rest bench. After a while, Banqing understood my habits and quickly settled into her routine, making me feel much more comfortable. But Banqing and I never had any verbal contact, we barely even exchanged a few words. I was quite satisfied with this situation, and Banqing was even more so, because she had now become the person I spent the most time with in the company, the closest person to me. I felt that Matsushima was even starting to fawn over her.
Changes often happen imperceptibly. Banqing was naturally very familiar with me now; she wasn't as flustered as she had been when she first saw me, and since she was now working alongside me, she naturally didn't need to be intimidated by other senior employees. Perhaps to match working alongside me, Banqing's clothing, accessories, and even her hairstyle had become quite stylish. I think she would do anything I asked without hesitation if I wanted her to; I must say, there was occasionally a purely feminine look in her eyes, though somewhat hazy and timid, clearly beginning to show some flirtation and encouragement. But at least at that time, I wasn't very interested. There were too many girls younger and prettier than her around, and purely from a purely sexual point of view, she wasn't my first choice.
After exercising and showering, I usually rest in the lounge for about half an hour, typically making a phone call or closing my eyes to relax. Occasionally, a massage therapist hired by the company will give me a massage. I don't know when it started, but the massage therapist stopped coming so often. During my rest time, Banqing would kneel beside the recliner under my bed and gently pat my back or give me a light massage. We usually didn't say a word; we couldn't communicate anyway. Occasionally, I would pinch her breasts, and she would always smile shyly, not pulling away. I didn't feel the need to be too polite to her; perhaps that's just how Japanese bosses are.
One day, during Banqing's massage, I was drowsy when I suddenly woke up. It seemed like a long time had passed. I checked the time; I had only slept for about ten minutes. My head was a little dizzy. Banqing quickly got up and poured me a glass of water, which I drank. I stared blankly at Banqing, my mind still not fully clear. Banqing quickly bent down and cradled my head in her hands, settling me back down. Her eyes revealed genuine concern and anxiety. As I lay down, I could clearly see her full, white breasts through the collar of her dress. I wrapped my arms around her waist. Banqing, caught off guard, lost her balance and slammed against me, her face almost hitting mine. She was startled and shuddered. But she immediately understood what was happening, her beautiful eyes fixed on me, too shy to make a move. I didn't have any other thoughts either, and we just stared at each other. When any man and woman gaze at each other for too long, their bodies and minds change. Banqing initially tried to control her emotions, but gradually her body began to tremble. She didn't dare to completely collapse onto me, so we continued like this. I kissed her lips, and Banqing immediately went limp against me. I was used to the passive waiting of Japanese women; I felt no physical desire. So I gently laid her down beside me, closed my eyes slightly, and slipped my hand inside her clothes, lightly caressing her breasts. Soon, Banqing's breathing became rapid. She dared not make a sound, but her body trembled uncontrollably. I slipped my hand inside her short skirt, slowly sliding it into her panties. Her hairy crotch was already hot and wet, thick, sticky fluid oozing out. I withdrew my hand and placed it to Banqing's lips. Banqing understood my meaning, gently sucking on my finger with her lips, then using one hand to tremble and touch my body. Seeing that I did not refuse, she got up, leaned over, and slowly unbuttoned my pajamas. I always wore pajamas when resting. I immediately felt Banqing's soft lips envelop my body, slowly sucking.
That was the closest we had ever been. If we hadn't met Jiazha Songzi later, perhaps our relationship might have gone further, but we rarely did this afterward.
In any case, after this, just like when two people make love, at least we both felt closer than before. Banqing also seemed more like a lover. I think, to her, wasn't I her ideal man?
Since this is about Ms. Kaza Matsuko, I won't say much about Itagaki. In short, during my time in Japan, I felt somewhat unhealthy, both physically and mentally; I became very rude and irrational. Perhaps living in Japan for so long made everything cold and impersonal, leaving no time for romance, or perhaps the natural inclinations between men and women made it easier for men in positions of authority to exhibit more inhuman qualities.
My first encounter with Kaza Matsuko was quite accidental. One summer weekend, I stayed in the office for a meeting. Midway through, I went to the small bar in my work area, sat with Yoshida and the others for a while, and they left. I strolled back to my office, passing a lounge, and sensed someone watching TV inside. I was puzzled; who would sneak into my work area to watch TV?
I pushed open the door. A girl who looked like a student was watching TV and giggling. Seeing me, she jumped back from the sofa, bowing deeply. Curious, I asked, "Who are you?"
The girl's English wasn't great, but it didn't hinder communication; she bowed silently. I asked again. She still didn't speak. I was a little annoyed and wanted to ask more, but she looked up slightly and said softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have turned on the TV."
"Who are you looking for?" I was concerned about who had brought her to my work area.
The girl hesitated for a long time, then looked at me with a frightened expression; her eyes were bright and sparkling. "I came to see my mother, but she's been busy and hasn't come yet. Ms. Matsushima asked me to wait for her here."
"Who is your mother?" I had a rough idea of who it was.
"Itako," the girl answered softly. She was indeed Itako's daughter; otherwise, Matsushima would never have dared to do this. She was probably just trying to curry favor with Itako.
I smiled slightly and said, "Sit down and continue watching your TV. What's your name?"
"Kaza Matsuko," the girl answered, not daring to sit down, but standing up straight.
I looked closely at Kaza Matsuko. She was about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a white school uniform with a bow tie, a dark skirt, white patterned socks, and black leather shoes. A very pure and beautiful girl. My mood improved, and I asked, "What do you need your mother for?"
Perhaps seeing that I was relatively mild-mannered, or at least not angry, she smiled slightly, becoming more natural, but still somewhat embarrassed, and said, "She promised to take me shopping."
Curious, I asked, "What about your father?"
Jiaza Songzi's face immediately fell, and she said, "He passed away a long time ago."
"Oh? I'm sorry." I genuinely didn't know Banqing's husband had died.
Jiaza Songzi tilted her head and looked at me, asking, "Do you work here?"
"Yes." I smiled.
"Is the boss quite capable?" she asked.
I laughed and said, "Not really. Did your mother tell you?"
"She won't tell, and I'm not interested in asking." Jiaza Songzi seemed much more relaxed because of my smile, and she giggled.
"Why?" I was very interested.
“Who cares? As long as my mom isn’t fired, she’s a good boss,” said Kazamatsuko. “We’d be really sad if she didn’t have a job.”
“Then why did you come to her workplace? Aren’t you afraid the boss will get angry and fire her?”
Kazamatsuko looked at me nervously, “Will he? I originally just wanted to wait for her in the lobby meeting room, but Ms. Matsushima brought me here. You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Haha, no.” I laughed.
Kazamatsuko smiled sweetly, revealing two charming dimples: “I knew you were a good person the moment I saw you. Thank you. Aren’t you Japanese?”
“No.”
“Where are you from?”
“Hong Kong.”
Kazamatsuko looked at me in surprise, her face showing uncertainty. Suddenly she smiled: “I know, you came from Hong Kong with your boss. I heard your boss is from Hong Kong.”
I smiled and nodded: “Yes.” For some reason, I felt a little fond of this innocent girl.
Kazamatsuko looked at me, also happy, her face beaming with joy. It seemed she enjoyed our conversation.
“I can keep this a secret, but you have to come see me often, otherwise I get bored by myself.”
“Is that okay?” Kazamatsuko chuckled. “Nobody will bother you?”
“The boss is a relative of mine,” I said with a smile.
Kazamatsuko said enviously, “It’s so nice to have a relative like that. I’m afraid my mother won’t approve.”
“It’s okay, you can have Miss Matsushima bring you next time. It’s fine, the boss won’t say anything.”
“That’s still not good.” Kazamatsuko still hesitated. “My mother will be angry.”
“Why?”
“She never lets me come to her workplace. And, and—” Kazamatsuko looked at me, a faint blush rising on her face, “She doesn’t allow me to date other boys. Is this considered a date?”
I smiled, not knowing what else to say. Just then, Matsushima came in, saw me, and quickly bent down, explaining, “Sir, Miss Kazamatsuko is looking for Miss Ban Kei, so—”
I waved my hand and said, "Don't say anything, the boss doesn't know anyway."
Matsushima looked up at me in surprise. I calmly said, "From now on, when Ms. Kazamatsuko comes, you can arrange things for her."
Matsushima was still confused and mechanically nodded in agreement. I smiled at Kazamatsuko and said, "See, isn't that all resolved?"
Kazamatsuko smiled quietly and didn't say anything.
Perhaps Kazamatsuko really had nothing to do at home during her vacation, because she came to the company almost every afternoon to play. Matsushima didn't dare to say anything, and each time she took Kazamatsuko to the break room. Ban Kei was only responsible for my work area break area; she didn't dare to wander around to other places easily. Actually, Kazamatsuko only chatted with me each time she came. I had a subconscious desire to possess this girl. But initially, I was more attracted by Kazamatsuko's youthful and lively energy, and didn't have any other specific thoughts.

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