Female colleague is a devil

I leisurely blew away the tea foam floating on the rim of the cup, picked up the cup, and took a small sip, savoring it carefully. I've been drinking flower tea for a long time, but only recently have I discovered that Longjing tea, with its subtle yet not overpowering flavor, its mild initial taste followed by a lingering aftertaste, is more to my liking.

Enjoying tea requires a good mood, and I'm in a good mood right now. The annual report, which I've been working on for several days, is finally nearing completion and has just been sent out. Although it's only a draft and still needs to be reviewed and revised by other departments, it will take at least two or three days for them to gather feedback. During this time, I can finally relax. I opened IE and logged onto the SIS website; I promised someone I'd write a comment on her article, and now that I have time, I can finally fulfill my promise.

Before I even started writing, I heard the crisp, loud sound of high heels clicking on the floor in the hallway. There aren't many female employees in our company, and the one walking like this is only… A bad feeling rose in my heart

. I looked up and saw all my other colleagues with their heads buried in their desks, working diligently. The person making the footsteps was walking quickly towards me. Oh no, I've been targeted by that she-devil again, I sighed inwardly. This woman named Nana is my nightmare. She causes me more trouble in the office than everyone else in the company combined. She's always self-righteous and unafraid to express her opinions. Whenever there's a problem in my department, she always comes to me and yells, never considering whether she'll embarrass me. Based on my years of experience, I know she's wrong more often than right in arguments, but explaining the ins and outs of those numbers to her is no easy task. She also loves to pry and won't stop until she gets to the bottom of things. Even if it turns out I'm right and she's wrong, the next time she discovers a new problem, she'll still shamelessly come to bother me. Just seeing her gives me a headache.

"Mao Mao, how did you do this report?" Nana waved a stack of printed papers, yelling at me. There was a chair opposite my desk, but she never sat down, always standing and looking down at me.

She was tall and slender, but always wrapped in an old-fashioned business suit, her hair tied up, her face bearing a cold expression that kept everyone at arm's length.

Actually, if she weren't bound by her stuffy office attire, she would be quite pretty. Last time, during the company-wide cleaning for the World Expo, she wore tight jeans and sneakers, her hair loose and casually draped over her shoulders. When I saw her long legs, slim waist, and shapely buttocks from behind, I was stunned, thinking, "When did a new beauty join the company?" But when that figure turned around, I realized it was her, and all my pride vanished instantly.

"Here, here, and here," Nana pointed out the errors in the report without any mercy.

"It's just a first draft," I joked, trying to ease the tension. "Besides, if we didn't make mistakes, wouldn't everyone in your department be out of a job? Haha." "There are at least a dozen mistakes," this woman, completely lacking in humor, ignored my joke. "I suggest you take it back, revise it, and resubmit it." "

You're exaggerating again. Mistakes are inevitable, but there definitely won't be more than five." "I bet there are at least ten," she was always so aggressive. "See for yourself." "Definitely no more than five," I started typing. "What are you betting on?" "A dinner."

"No problem." I regretted it as soon as I said it. Even if I won, what then? Did I really think I'd go out to dinner with this she-devil?

Half an hour later.

"Fourteen mistakes in total. You owe me a dinner," Nana said smugly. "Finish it quickly and bring it up as soon as possible." Her tone was just like my boss's. After saying that, she stormed off, as if sensing my urge to grab a keyboard and smash it on her.

Days passed, and the promised meal never materialized. Gradually, I selectively forgot about it, naively assuming Nana had forgotten too. That was wishful thinking. When we first met, I casually remarked, "Women are so stubborn," and she remembered it for life. How could she forget something as embarrassing as winning a bet?

She chose to make things difficult when we were representing the company at a conference out of town. That evening, after the meeting, Lao Niu, who was with us, invited everyone to a karaoke bar. Lao Niu was a notorious womanizer in our company, claiming he knew girls in every provincial capital city in China except Taipei and Lhasa. I wasn't interested in womanizing, so I politely declined his invitation. After

Lao Niu and his group left, I was about to return to my room when I felt a chill run down my spine and smelled a dangerous yet familiar scent.

"Mao Mao, don't you have any plans tonight?" "Nana's appearance made me immediately regret not going with Lao Niu and the others. 'You owe me a meal, tonight it'll be fine.' 'No problem, you pick the place.' Although I was reluctant, I still pretended to be happy to oblige.

A man should always maintain his composure in front of a lady, no matter how vicious his thoughts might be.

I was prepared to be ripped off, but to my surprise, Nana chose a mid-range Italian restaurant near the hotel. The place was quiet, elegant, and softly lit—it was indeed a good place. Nana was dressed casually, wearing a loose-fitting sweater and skinny jeans that hugged her legs, the legs cropped to reveal a glimpse of her honey-colored calves, and wedge sandals. It seems this meal won't be as unbearable as I imagined,' I couldn't help but think.

'Tomorrow it'll be our turn to speak at the meeting,' I tried to find a topic, 'Are you all ready?

' '

It's leisure time, no work.' She immediately cut me off, 'Let's talk about something else.'" "What should we talk about?" I knew almost nothing about Nana besides work. Should I tell her that the girl I liked ran off with some jerk? Or that my best friend got stung by a horse manure? Neither would be appropriate.

Thankfully, Nana didn't put me in a difficult position. She talked incessantly about her vacation in Hawaii. I didn't really listen to what she said; I only noticed her soft lips and the pearly white teeth that shone through her smile. I even noticed a pair of small breasts twitching slightly beneath her loose top. They weren't very big, but their occasional glimpses were quite alluring. I remembered how stunning she looked in jeans last time and started to regret not noticing these wonderful things about her sooner.

As we talked, the topic finally turned to our bet.

"Actually, I should thank you," I said, wiping my mouth with a tissue. "That report was done in a rush; if I had submitted it like that, the boss would definitely have yelled at me." “

Hehe, everyone makes mistakes,” Nana said with a laugh. “I just hope you don’t take it too hard to accept losing the bet.” “

It’s okay, it’s okay,” I said, still a little bothered. “But I rarely lose bets; I usually only bet when I’m very confident.”

“Me too,” Nana chuckled. “I’m telling you, I don’t even remember the last time I lost a bet.”

“I bet,” I looked at this woman who was sometimes an angel and sometimes a devil, and found myself talking more and more. “You’ll keep bothering me when we get back, you won’t even last a week.” “I won’t take that bet,” she laughed like a cunning fox. “You’d love for me to win.”

“Haha, you saw through me,” I took a sip of wine. “But what kind of bet would you accept? You have to give me a chance to get revenge, right?”

“Fine, I’ll give you a chance.” Nana licked her lips, looked into the distance, paused, and said, "I bet I can give you the best blogobo, something you've never experienced before."

I felt the wine burning in my throat and almost choked. I wondered if I'd misheard. "You just said—" "

Yes, you heard me right." She took a sip of wine and then swirled the round glass in front of her.

I didn't know what to say, and subconsciously blurted out, "If you want to win, you have to—" "Yes."

I calmed down a little, but I was still a bit dizzy. "How can you be so sure you can win? Whether it's good or bad is up to me." "

I'm confident." Her face was still hidden behind her wine glass. "My ex-boyfriends all said my skills are the best."

"Aren't you afraid I'll cheat and deliberately say it's bad?" "

No. I've been in the same company as you for so long, don't I know your character? Your greatest virtue is your integrity; you never lie or flatter anyone." "Then, are you willing to let me—let me be the referee?" "

Of course. What's wrong with that?" Nana shrugged, pretending to be indifferent.

But her eyes betrayed her; I saw a hint of eagerness in them. This was all meticulously planned, wasn't it? I suddenly felt a surge of heat rush down my lower body, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have her lips envelop my penis.

"So, what are we betting this time?" I asked.

"I don't know," Nana seemed unprepared for the question, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Let's bet on tomorrow's breakfast."

After breakfast, we went back to the hotel together.

"Your room or mine?" Nana asked in the elevator.

My room was on the 7th floor, hers was on the 5th. She had pressed the 5th floor button when we got in the elevator, and now she was pretending to ask—what a controlfreak. But I didn't want to ruin the delicate atmosphere between us, so I went along with her and said, "Your room."

After getting out of the elevator and reaching the room door, Nana took out her key card, opened the door, and smiled at me, saying, "This is your last chance to back out." Her voice was a little stiff, and I suddenly realized that she had probably mustered up a lot of courage to take this step.

"I won't back out." I went into Nana's room.

Following Nana's instructions, I took off my shirt and stood on the carpet in the center of the living room. Nana helped me remove my shoes and socks,

and then unbuckled my belt.

"Tie your hands," Nana said, putting my hands together and wrapping the belt around them a few times, fastening the buckle. "That way you can't use your hands to help, and you can experience my technique more deeply." Then Nana knelt on the carpet and began to unzip my pants. My jeans were quite tight, and my erection was already quite high. It took her a while to unzip the zipper and pull the pants down.

"Looks like you don't dislike me." Nana's head swayed smugly around the erection.

"I saw another side of you today," I explained, "I didn't expect you to be so sexy, so charming. We should really get to know each other sooner."

"Your little hair is quite handsome," Nana said, pulling down my underwear, her eyes wide as she examined my penis. "The shape, length, and width are all top-notch." She didn't touch my penis, just hovered in front of me, observing her prey from every angle.

My heart pounded, forcing more and more blood into my corpora cavernosa, and my penis trembled and danced in the air with the rhythm of my heartbeat.

She extended a finger, gently placing it on the lower edge of my penis, feeling my throbbing, then tracing the bulging veins down my entire torso, stopping at my scrotum and caressing it.

"Just stand there and don't move, don't do anything, just let it be, that'll be the most comfortable." Nana smiled at me, then lightly kissed the tip of my penis.

Her palm lifted my testicles through my scrotum, gently rotating them, while her other hand held the base of my penis, rubbing it up and down with her thumb. Then she opened her mouth, and the head of my penis instantly entered a warm, moist paradise. Nana's lips tightly gripped the glans, her tongue swirling around the groove beneath it, relentlessly teasing the most sensitive spot.

I felt an unprecedented stimulation; my penis hardened, my testicles began to contract, and a trickle of vaginal fluid escaped from my mouth. Nana noticed my change, pulling most of my penis out of her mouth, using only her tongue to circle the tip, mixing my fluid with her own saliva and spreading it evenly over the entire tip.

Her hands grasped the shaft, rhythmically stroking it up and down—three long strokes followed by two short ones, nine shallow strokes followed by one deep one—her fingers tapping incessantly, like an Irish tap dance or a telegram.

"This is the code I just typed, 456838," Nana winked at me. Seeing my confused expression, she pouted, "Figure it out yourself, I'm not telling you~" I had no time for word games; the sparks coming from my lower body were almost short-circuiting my brain. I watched helplessly as my penis swelled in Nana's hands, hardly believing my eyes. My penis could grow so big; its potential was limitless.

Nana's small hand cradled my testicles again, this time gripping them firmly and kneading them relentlessly, almost like a power ball. Her right hand held the upper part of my penis, thumb pressing the tip, and in rhythm with her left hand, she squeezed and released, turning my penis into a grip ball—I wonder how many pounds it weighed.

Nana's tongue stretched out long, pressed tightly against my penis, and moved up and down, like painting, brushing it across my penis. As she brushed upwards, her gaze followed, admiring my expression and clearly satisfied with my reaction.

My body temperature rose higher and higher, and my body trembled uncontrollably. Just when I was about to explode, Nana added fuel to the fire, launching her all-out attack. She put my penis in her mouth again, her tongue dancing incessantly on the tip. They say parrots have the most agile tongues, and I began to wonder if Nana was a parrot spirit in disguise.

Nana's lips completely enveloped my penis, leaving no gap, and then she sucked with all her might. Her mouth was almost like a vacuum tube; my essence, my blood, even my soul, seemed to be about to escape from my body and enter Nana's body under this immense attraction.

Nana's hands ceaselessly caressed the lower half of my penis. She seemed to know my body better than I did myself; every movement tickled my most sensitive spots, the pressure perfectly balanced—any more or less would be too much or too little. With

such intense stimulation, if I could hold back from ejaculating, I'd definitely be on the national football team.

Following Nana's earlier instructions, I relaxed completely, letting my brain reclaim control, allowing each part of my body to function independently. A long, uncontrollable moan escaped my throat, and my lower body began to tremble violently.

Nana clearly knew I was on the verge of climax. She immediately released my penis, swayed her slender waist, and slipped beneath me. Holding my penis high with both hands, she squeezed it like a cow being milked. My "milk" shot out like a rocket at cosmic speed, flying four or five meters through the air before slamming against the wall with a loud thud. The momentum didn't wane; a second wave, a third wave… Under Nana's command, the firing continued relentlessly, seemingly without end, until I felt a fear of never stopping until I was exhausted and died. Only then did it subside, leaving my penis still stubbornly erect.

"How about it? I won again, didn't I?" Nana emerged clean from under me, sat on the carpet, and looked up at me.

"I won too much," I panted.

Nana smiled triumphantly, flicking my penis with her fingers, pressing down, releasing, watching it bounce up and down like a spring.

"Give me another chance to win back my losses, okay?" I unbuckled the belt around my wrist and sat down next to Nana. "I bet I can give you the same pleasure." "Haha, let's settle this bet first." Her eyes were full of provocation.

"Then I'll have to wait until tomorrow morning?" "How about we change breakfast to a late-night snack?" "Hmm, that works too."

"I'll go call room service now," I said, getting up and picking up the phone. "We'll continue

our bet after supper." "Are you that hungry?" Nana got up and went into the bedroom, beckoning me. "Come on over, we'll order supper after we're done."

I hung up and eagerly followed her into the bedroom. As soon as I entered, a dark mass pressed down on me. I quickly grabbed it; it was a stack of folders.

"I'm going to give my speech for tomorrow's meeting one last polish," Nana said, opening her notebook. "You double-check all the data; there can't be any mistakes." "After that, we'll go for supper together, you pay." She smiled sweetly, exuding charm; a wisp of autumn spinach seemed to hit me right on the head.

[The End]

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