The supervisor took a bowl of rice noodles.

I started working in a factory when I was under 15. One night, after working overtime until 10:30, I ran into a supervisor from the same factory on my way to get some late-night snacks. He took me to a street food stall and gave me a bowl of fried rice noodles with shredded pork. I was quite touched and felt indebted to him, wanting to repay him. After asking me some basic questions, he said, "Little sister, it's not easy for you working here alone. From now on, think of me as your older brother (he was over 40). If you have any difficulties or need anything, you can tell me, and I'll help you as much as I can." I was incredibly moved, thinking I had finally found someone to rely on. Then he said, "I rented a place up ahead. If you go back to the dormitory to shower now, you'll have to wait in line for a long time. Why don't you come to my place to shower first and then go back to the dormitory? It'll be quick, and you won't have to wait. You can go straight to sleep when you get back."

I felt he was very thoughtful and considerate, so I went with him to his place. It was very simple. He filled a bucket with tap water, plugged in an electric kettle, and heated it for a while. He carried it to the bathroom for me to shower. The bathroom didn't have a door, and I said, "How can I do this without a door?" He said he wouldn't look around randomly. I have a terrible sense of direction, and I hesitated whether to skip showering and go straight back to the dorm. But I wasn't sure I could remember the way back, so despite my concerns, I took off all my clothes and started showering. I guess he heard the water stop, because he brought a dry towel and walked up to me. I was so startled that I frantically covered myself with my hands, quickly turned my back to him, and cried out in a panic, "Get out of here! Don't look at me!" He grabbed me from behind, grabbed my breasts, and said, "I love you so much. Be my wife." "No, my parents won't let me date outside. I can only marry someone from the village." "Then I'll go to your village. I'll go anywhere as long as I'm with you." "Let me go! This isn't right."

So he let go of me and apologized, while helping me dry off. He complimented my breasts, saying they were so white and big. I didn't want to hear any of that; I thought it was lewd. I said I needed to get dressed and go back to my dorm. He then made a request: he asked me to hold his genitals with my hands, saying he was too hard to handle and begged me to help. Being naive about relationships, I did as he asked and started stroking his genitals. Because I'm small, he carried me from the bathroom to the bed in a bear hug. After a few strokes, he said he needed to rub my breasts to ejaculate. Reluctantly, I loosened my arms, letting him rub my breasts freely. Soon, he buried his head in my chest and started sucking on my nipples. This was my sensitive area. Although I was disgusted, my heart started racing, and my breathing became uneven. But I remained rational. I resisted and pushed him away, saying, "Don't do this! I'm angry!" After that, he quieted down. He apologized while saying he really liked me so much that he couldn't help but kiss my breasts. Then he made another request, saying he was in so much pain that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight and wouldn't be able to go to work tomorrow if he didn't ejaculate. He asked me to lie down, and that he wouldn't penetrate me, but just touch my genitals with his own so that he could feel my genitals. My hands were also quite sore at this point, and I wanted him to finish quickly so I could go back to my dorm (I didn't expect to fall into a trap). So I lay down on my back with my legs tightly closed. He said, "Relax, don't be nervous, baby. I like you and I won't treat you badly." After saying that, he interlocked his fingers with mine, spread my legs, and pounced on me. He kept kissing my mouth, and I clenched my teeth to prevent his tongue from entering. His glans was inside my vagina and then slid down to my clitoris, rubbing repeatedly between my labia. Slowly, I felt a heat coming from my genitals, and I didn't know where the fluid came from, but it made my genitals wet and made a "sizzling" sound.

He whispered in my ear, "Baby, does your little sister want your little brother to come in and play with her?" Then, his glans slid to the edge of my opening and gave it a little push, making my heart race, my whole body go numb, and my brain feel like it was being electrocuted—it was such a strange feeling. I steadied my breathing and warned him, "You can't go in. I'm still a virgin. Only someone who will take responsibility for me for life can." He immediately moved his glans away, and I felt a little disappointed, reluctant to let him leave. My buttocks, however, shamelessly pressed against him. He then slid his glans between my labia and rubbed it repeatedly, grabbing my breasts and kissing my nipples passionately, moaning softly. My lower body began to succumb, becoming very wet. He touched it and wiped it on my face. He put it in his mouth and licked it again. I was amused by him. I calmed myself and asked him what it tasted like. He replied, "You little slut, it's sweet. I'm going to drink it all." He buried his head between my legs, his tongue pushing against my vaginal opening, then sucking. My whole body went limp, and I felt like I just wanted to die. My legs involuntarily clamped his head between my legs. He must be an experienced driver. He got my signal and seized the opportunity to suck my tongue with his mouth and tongue. He wrapped his arms around my waist, supported my buttocks with his palms, and thrust his penis into my vagina. "Ah—" It hurt so much (I felt like I would never be able to have sex again). I twisted my buttocks trying to break free, but he held my buttocks tightly with both hands, pushing me into his arms. I couldn't break free at all. When he thrust in and out quickly more than ten times, a kind of An unprecedented sensation washed over me, a foreign, fleshy object churning rapidly inside me, like an electric current coursing through every vein in my body—a bizarre, almost unpleasant feeling. Soon, the penis trembled inside me, then slowly stopped. He lay on top of me, slowly looking up at my face, and said guiltily, "I'm sorry, I'll take responsibility for you, don't worry." Tears streamed down my face. First, I was heartbroken that my virginity of over ten years had been taken; second, I felt I had let my parents down; third, I felt this man wouldn't be my husband; and fourth, I felt I would never marry a truly good husband. A mix of emotions overwhelmed me. He held me tightly, wiping away my tears, comforting me and telling me not to cry, to come to him with any difficulties I faced, and that he would work hard to train me at the factory. He said he couldn't walk anymore and was worried about me walking alone at night, so he wanted me to stay here and sleep until the next morning so we could have breakfast together before going to work. I was unhappy, but I could only accept his arrangement. I turned around and faced away from him. He touched my breasts from behind, and soon my penis slowly got hard again. I said I wanted to sleep and not do that. He readily agreed, but then changed the subject. He said, "I won't do it to you, but I can't sleep because I'm hard. I'll put it inside your vagina and not move it." He repeatedly emphasized that he was only putting it inside my vagina to sleep. He told me to stick my butt up and then inserted his penis into me, thrusting in and out every now and then, which kept me awake. I said, "You either do it all at once or stop intermittently." He was more than happy to agree, so I was fucked again. Around 5 a.m., he did it again.

After that night, he would occasionally ask me to come to his place. I went twice more, and each night we had sex three times without a condom. At that time, I met up with a girl from Henan who was about my age and also my roommate. I told her about my relationship with a man outside (I didn't dare say he was our factory supervisor). She told me that those kinds of men are all liars who pretend to be my sister. She accompanied me to get water and take a shower at night and told me not to sleep outside. She had a boyfriend and had an abortion. After she told me these things, I was scared. I was so glad I didn't get pregnant at that time. About 20 days later, he left the factory (I heard that he was fired because he couldn't meet his production targets and couldn't control the quality). He wanted me to come with him, but I didn't agree. At that time, I didn't have a mobile phone, let alone QQ or WeChat. He said he would come to see me when he had time. Not long after, because my factory had a lot of overtime and low wages, my sister from Henan and her boyfriend, who was from the same hometown, went to a big factory together.

We haven't been in contact since. Looking back, my IQ was like a husky's—a bowl of fried rice noodles with shredded meat cost me my virginity, and I was sexually assaulted eight times for free, costing me only a few cents each time. My sex life was deeply affected by that first time, like opening Pandora's box, leading to various men. But that's another story.

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