It's hard to find a boss at work.

The personnel department told me to be prepared for a job transfer, because a state-owned textile factory was short of a manager. A textile factory? Most of them had already gone bankrupt, and the remaining ones were just barely surviving, waiting for bankruptcy. When I heard this news, I was a little surprised, but I quickly calmed down. Actually, I had considered this day long ago, ever since I passed the civil service exam.

I have no social connections; the only things I have are my education and sense of responsibility. Since my husband's factory closed down, he's been unemployed at home for several years, depressed and refusing any job opportunities. As a full-time housewife, I had to figure out how to support the entire family, so we temporarily gave up the idea of having a child.

I often lamented having a bunch of enviable qualifications, yet being confined to a small space every day. Therefore, facing the prospect of returning to society, I felt a sense of relief and joy. Especially when I heard my husband was laid off, I didn't even consider his pain; I was even trying on several outfits I liked in front of the mirror, imagining how I would feel wearing them to work.

What kind of job? Of course, the first choice was a civil service job. How did I get accepted? It was all a miracle. I ranked second in the province in the exam, and despite my confidence, I was eliminated during the interview. But before I could even look at the job postings in the newspaper, I received a call for a second interview. Everything seemed so lucky. I remember that day, my husband threw me a happy celebration at home. It was simple, with just a couple of not-so-appetizing dishes on the table, but for my husband, who never cooks, it was quite a challenge. I cried that day.

On my first day at work, I was surprised that my appearance, figure, and demeanor were ranked among the best in the bureau. I just couldn't understand how I lost to these competitors in the first interview. The actual work that followed made me feel even more remarkable. Whether it was professional knowledge or work efficiency, I was among the top in the bureau.

But all this sense of superiority quickly vanished within a few weeks. What I felt was an invisible net—a network of interpersonal relationships and favors. Even the cleaning lady was related to a certain leader. I quickly realized my future was bleak. And today, a year later, my judgment is even more certain.

I don't know how I got back to my desk. Thinking of my husband, who was already unusually pessimistic, and our dilapidated little home, tears welled up in my eyes. It wasn't because of my work, but because at that moment, I understood how my husband had felt. To control my emotions, I started tidying up the messy files on my desk.

The next day, the textile factory called and asked me to come in to discuss my upcoming work. I arrived on time, and I was greeted by Director Liu. My first impression of this future direct supervisor, who was staring at me intently from head to toe, making me feel extremely uncomfortable, was disgusting.

He squinted and said to me with a half-smile, "Xiao Tian, I've heard a lot about you!" "You must be joking," I replied. I was used to this kind of flattery, but what he said next surprised me greatly.

Seeing my puzzled expression, he continued, "I'd heard before that Deputy Director Zhou specially selected you from the elimination list. Seeing you in person today, I can confirm that Director Zhou has excellent taste!" "I, I..." I truly didn't know what to say. I'd never been so flustered before, because it seemed I was about to unravel a mystery that had puzzled me for over a year.

Director Liu then said meaningfully, "Has Director Zhou had his fill of enjoying life these past few years? It's time you came here to experience 'life'." He deliberately slowed down when he said the word "life." I'm not an idiot; I knew what he was thinking. But because he was my superior, I just treated it as a joke and gave a dry laugh. I didn't hear a word he said.

When I got home, I quickly showered myself several times, but the thought of him made me feel terrible. My husband was still lying on the sofa watching TV. Over the years, I'd grown accustomed to this dullness—no care, no greetings. Every time I wanted to tell him about my grievances, his cold words always dispelled the thought.

Lying in bed, I kept replaying Director Liu's words from earlier that day in my mind. I started trying to recall Director Zhou. To be honest, since joining the bureau, due to the nature of my work, I had never had any contact with bureau-level leaders. I only saw a few bureau leaders sitting in the center during large meetings from afar. But I had absolutely no recollection of Director Zhou; I didn't even know which of those leaders he was. Why would someone I didn't know help me?

While I was pondering this, my husband climbed into bed and, without asking my consent, forcibly pulled down my underwear. Before I could react, he forced himself on me. It was then that he noticed my tears and coldly asked what was wrong. I told him about meeting my new boss that day, hoping for comfort. Instead, he said in a very serious tone, "Then you should sacrifice yourself. This way, building a good relationship will benefit you in the future. Who knows, it might even be a chance for me to turn my life around." Hearing this, I was shocked. After so many years of marriage, I could tell if he was joking. I wished I had misheard. A strange resentment welled up inside me, and I pushed him away. But this one action was met with his first physical attack since we started dating—no, since we met.

The next day, having not slept a wink, I went to the bureau to pack my belongings. Passing the deputy director's office, I suddenly had a strong urge to go in and get to the bottom of things. Finally, I told myself, even if I'm leaving, I should at least say goodbye to the leader! Only then did I muster the courage to knock on the door. A deep male voice inside grunted in acknowledgment, indicating I could come in.

The office was large, with a large desk at the far end. Opposite him sat a burly man in the center, head bowed, reviewing documents. I was a little nervous and didn't know how to start the conversation. He didn't seem to notice me enter, remaining silent for a while. When he glanced up, he finally saw me, and it was the first time I had looked directly at the deputy director. But due to my nervousness, I immediately looked away.

"It's Xiao Tian?! Sit down!" Judging from his voice, he was clearly surprised. I secretly observed him. He was probably around fifty years old, with an average appearance, not particularly striking, but his demeanor exuded confidence—no, it was more like authority.

He noticed my puffy eyes and asked with concern, "What's wrong? You look so tired." I quickly explained, "It's probably because I have some research projects to work on at my new job, and I'm a bit tired." Director Zhou got up from his desk and sat on the sofa opposite me. He said in a heavy tone, "The city's requirements for streamlining government agencies are very clear, and the organization has also studied it. This personnel adjustment has indeed surprised many people. Many of my old comrades-in-arms are also involved in this adjustment, including myself." When he said this, I was quite surprised. Could he have been "reassigned" as well? Out of curiosity, I suddenly asked after a long silence, "Are you... are you also being transferred?" "Yes, the Organization Department has already decided. You'll probably be working in the province!" Director Zhou quickly answered me with an explanation.

He seemed to want me to relax, but this only made me feel more constrained.

I was feeling desperate, and I don't know why, but I suddenly blurted out, "I still only want to work under you." Seeing that I was getting agitated, Director Zhou glanced at his watch and said, "Oh, you're off work. Let's talk on the way." When we got to my building, Director Zhou insisted on driving me home. On the way, when it was just the two of us in the car, I couldn't control my emotions anymore and couldn't help but tell him my opinion of Factory Director Liu. He was initially shocked, then fell silent. I didn't know what else to say, thinking to myself, "All crows are black," and I began to regret my actions.

The car arrived at my building. It was a very old neighborhood, the roads were narrow, and there was a lot of trash and obstacles. The car even scraped the door as it drove in. Just before I got out, Director Zhou suddenly grabbed my hand and said in a heavy voice, "I let you in, and I want you to have a good place to go. Don't overthink it." It seemed like a promise, a promise I hadn't heard in a long time. At that moment, I was deeply moved.

As soon as I entered the house, my husband came to greet me. I thought he was there to apologize, but he didn't even ask if I was hurt last night. Instead, he asked whose luxury car I got home in. I was chilled by this indifference. Out of revenge, I retorted, "My boss and I, are you satisfied now?!" His reaction surprised me. He didn't show any concern for me, but instead, he seemed to perk up and asked me, "How about it? Did you take the initiative?!" Hearing this, I suddenly felt disgusted by this disheveled, listless man. He felt so unfamiliar to me. I yelled at him like a madwoman, "Are you even human? I'm your wife!" But before I could finish my sentence, he slapped me hard across the face. I lost my balance and fell heavily to the ground. He continued to curse, "You slut! You..." "You went to sleep with other men, and I haven't even gotten angry yet, and you're yelling at me?!" My heart shattered. I could no longer salvage any happy memories. I struggled out of the house amidst his insults and blows. Director Zhou's car was still parked. Seeing me run out, he quickly got out. Before he could ask me anything, I opened the door and got in. He followed, driving out of the alley until we stopped at an unfamiliar corner. Only then did he say, "I noticed some bruises on your face this afternoon. I thought you might have been upset at home, so I waited outside..." Then, he gently asked if I wanted to get something to eat, so I wouldn't get hungry. But I shook my head, telling him I just wanted to find a quiet place to have a good cry.

So, the car stopped in another residential area. He led me upstairs to an apartment. Perhaps because it was unoccupied, the curtains were drawn. But it was precisely this dim environment that gave me a sense of hidden security. My thoughts were in turmoil; whether it was out of revenge or some kind of感动 (moved feeling), I honestly can't remember now. But I definitely had an urge to be embraced. I hugged Zhou Ju, letting my tears flow onto his broad shoulders.

His hands were strong; when he held me, I felt a warmth I had lost for a long time, and this lasted for a while.

Gradually, I noticed Zhou Ju's breathing became rapid, and his arms tightened around me. I looked up, wanting to tell him not to do this; but when I looked at him, I saw a sadness in his eyes, and my heart softened instantly. I buried my head in his chest again. He understood my thoughts and began to explain, "I really like you. From the first time I saw your photo in your profile, I couldn't forget you." After saying that, he gently kissed my neck.

I was still not used to another man being so close to me; so I said softly, "Don't do this, just... just hug, okay? Otherwise, I feel like I'm betraying my husband." Director Zhou was stunned by my words and realized he had been somewhat rude. He quickly explained that he wasn't a casual man; with so many women in the office, he had never lost control of his emotions like this. He just liked me so much. Moreover, all these years, he had brought me into the bureau without ever letting me know, without expecting anything in return, and without even bothering me.

Hearing this, I cried again. This time, my tears were for the man who had moved me so deeply, for his selfless acts of kindness. So I gently said to him, "Director Zhou, I am so grateful for and respectful of everything you have done for me, but I don't know how to repay you. But we still can't go on like this, okay?" He looked at me with red eyes and replied, "I don't want to hurt your husband, and I don't want to hurt you. I won't force you." Women are very sensitive; I could feel his feelings for me, and I could also see that he was in great pain trying to control his physical desires. This made me feel very guilty, and I didn't know what else to say.

But this stalemate was broken by a sudden kiss from Director Zhou. He quickly kissed my lips, his tongue pushing open my unguarded lips. Instantly, a strong suction made my mind go blank. Fear mixed with excitement made me involuntarily exchange saliva with his, feeling the soft intertwining sensation.

After a long while, when I regained some consciousness, his hand, which was around my back, was already inside my shirt, searching for the buttons on my bra. I wanted to say no, but I couldn't speak. I wanted to push him away, but I had no strength at all. Most importantly, I noticed an uncomfortable sticky feeling on my underwear, and it was constantly leaking out in waves.

All of this made me feel like I was back in those passionate and unforgettable nights when we were deeply in love. Yes, I thought of my husband, I thought of the happy days we had shared. I felt my strength return, and I pushed Zhou Ju away forcefully. He didn't force me anymore, but just said to me, "I didn't mean to hurt you, you should go!" He wasn't angry at all.

I didn't expect him to be so magnanimous. Besides being surprised, I believed he was sincere towards me. I didn't dare to stay, afraid that I wouldn't be able to hold on, so without even straightening my clothes, just as I was leaving, he sincerely apologized to me and thanked me for the memories I had given him that night. He said he would do his best to make sure my family had a good life.

Without looking back, I rushed out the door and closed it. I heard a very familiar voice coming from inside—it was my phone ringing. As I turned around, the door opened, and just as Director Zhou was about to speak, I went back inside and found my handbag on the floor.

Because I had so many things in it, it took me a while to find my incessantly ringing phone. When I answered, it was my husband, who was already quite drunk. He asked me in a mocking tone if I was having sex with a man and why I hadn't answered the phone for so long. I angrily replied, "Yes!" Then he asked if I was making a deal with some powerful man and told me not to forget to look after him, my legitimate husband.

I couldn't listen anymore, so I hung up the phone. I looked at Director Zhou, who was standing in the corner avoiding my phone call. Suddenly, I had an indescribable feeling for this man in his fifties. Confused, I asked him, "Am I really a bad woman?" Director Zhou hugged me again, even tighter than before, and said softly, "No, from the first time I saw you, I knew you were the best woman." The second time, perhaps I initiated the kiss. It seemed as if our tastes still lingered in our mouths. Our tongues met so familiarly, and the sensations in our bodies were aroused again. I couldn't help but hold his head with both hands, my fingers digging into his hair and touching it.

Director Zhou no longer dealt with my bra with such patience and caution. Instead, he unhesitatingly and half-unbuttoned my shirt, the cool sensation letting me know that my entire upper body, except for the bra, was exposed to the air. Then he suddenly stopped and asked me tentatively, "Is it okay?" At that moment, besides feeling waves of electric-like sensation flowing from my heart down to my lower body, forming a flood of filth, I didn't know what to answer. I answered him by not resisting. The bra was quickly removed. My breasts had become extremely sensitive. When his hand touched them, my whole body even convulsed violently. His hands were very large. It was also the first time a second man had touched my breasts. I felt shy and a little embarrassed. I dared not move, and I wouldn't move.

He caressed me gently and tenderly. The way his hands kneaded my breasts sent a wave of comforting sensations through my brain, like being protected by a loved one. His fingers slid slowly across my nipples, a light friction that sent shivers down my spine. No man had ever given me this feeling. This patient caress was indescribably pleasurable. A

moment later, I felt a sudden relaxation around my waist. I realized he had unbuttoned my pants, and one hand naturally slid down to my buttocks, beginning to occupy the last bastion of my body.

My upturned buttocks were enveloped by his touch, like dough being kneaded in his hands. When his hand left, I realized my underwear was gone. At that moment, Zhou's fingers moved to my genitals. After all, this was my most private and shameful place. I instinctively grabbed his hand, but I had to admit, I was filled with a sense of anticipation. He could sense it; after all, my resistance wasn't forceful, merely a feigned display of female modesty.

Soon, all forms of resistance were revealed. His fingers continued to rub against my genitals at will, two fingers like a pair of dancers, working in tandem, alternating between the folds of my labia; sometimes they mischievously hid among my pubic hair. Finally, one of them quietly slipped inside me. He used a peculiar spiral motion, slowly inserting and withdrawing. After a few strokes, my entire genitals began to burn, the heat spreading throughout my body, and I became dizzy and disoriented. When

I felt him stop, I realized I was lying on the floor, with a large towel underneath me.

He was taking off his pants, then his underwear. My face flushed instantly. Out of curiosity, I slightly opened my eyes to peek at his body. Perhaps the room wasn't well-lit; I could only see that it was very dark, but I couldn't see clearly. He knelt and spread my legs wide, forming a V-shape. I immediately realized that my genitals were completely exposed to him. A feeling of shame made me want to move, but I couldn't control my body.

Soon, I felt a warm sensation down below, strangely, it shouldn't feel like his thing was inside me. I looked down and saw that he had buried his head between my legs, licking my labia with his tongue. No one had ever done this to me before, especially when his tongue entered my vagina and started sucking forcefully. I felt like I was losing my last bit of strength, as if an invisible magnet was emptying my entire abdomen. My whole body felt like it was burning, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at every inch of my skin, and copious amounts of secretions were gushing out.

Finally, I felt like I was about to burst, and afraid of embarrassing myself, I firmly told him to stop, I couldn't take it anymore.

After my repeated pleas, he finally began the next step, one hand on my lower abdomen, the other preparing to insert his thing into me. This second of waiting drove me crazy. I had never waited for anything like this before, filled with curiosity, excitement, and nervousness. I was waiting for another man, what would it feel like to be penetrated by a different man? Why could I have so many wild thoughts in just one second?

When it entered, it was quick, a large, tight piston, with almost no resistance. The fluid I secreted was enough for it to freely enter and exit my body, completely filling my lower region and probing to my deepest depths. My husband had never reached this point before, and the first impact of the foreign object caused a slight pain at the cervix. I couldn't help but cry out, "It hurts! Don't go in!" This cry seemed to give him a boost; his thrusts didn't weaken but instead penetrated deeper and faster. I could hear his deep, magnetic breaths, accompanied by the splattering sounds of our fluids as our bodies collided, echoing throughout the room. This simple tone and rhythm made me unable to control my wildly open mouth, groping for his breathing, our tongues mingling with saliva, and we held each other tightly.

At this moment, the nerves in my lower body were unusually sensitive. I could even feel my vaginal opening moving with each thrust. Each time he penetrated, it filled my lower body completely, reaching deep into my abdomen and pressing on my urethra, making me feel an urgent urge to urinate. When he withdrew halfway, it felt like a vacuum inside me, pulling at my internal organs and sending electric shocks to my brain, causing intermittent mental blanks, making me feel suffocated, spasming, and even going into shock.

After this process, my body felt completely exhausted, and a large amount of sweat filled the area where our bodies met; I didn't know if it was Zhou's or mine. The mucus secreted from my lower body had already flowed down my buttocks and onto the towel under me, soaking a large area.

I felt his body stiffen slightly, and I knew that meant he might ejaculate. Before I could let him out, he had already climbed on top of me and started thrusting, waves of hot fluid spraying into my body, so warm wherever it flowed. I suddenly felt a sense of happiness, like a baby finding a home inside me.

The feeling of fullness in my vagina was fading, and as he withdrew his soft member, I felt a lingering reluctance. Director Zhou slowly got up and sat on the floor beside me. I tried to get up too, but found myself completely exhausted. My legs, probably from being spread open, were so sore I couldn't move. After a moment of calm, my vagina started to burn again, as if it had been chafed. I quickly touched it and found only some thick, white fluid, no blood, which reassured me.

Seeing my difficulty getting up, Director Zhou rushed to help me. Seeing his naked lower body swaying in front of me, I felt incredibly embarrassed and quickly went into the bathroom without letting him follow.

I placed my hands on the sink to support myself, and facing the mirror, I was shocked to see my naked body standing in an unfamiliar room. The semen from earlier began to flow down my labia, overflowing my inner thighs and reaching my knees. I grabbed a few tissues and began to carefully wipe myself clean. Seeing the milky white fluid, a strange sorrow welled up inside me. Was it the sense of accomplishment from retaliating against my husband, or the shame of becoming another man's trophy? Or the excitement of sexual stimulation?

I cried. I didn't recognize myself; at least, I didn't know what I was thinking at that moment. This helplessness made me incredibly frustrated.

With nothing to cover myself, I could only cross my arms when I left the bathroom. I saw Director Zhou still standing there, but I didn't dare look him in the eye, nor did I know how to approach him. I hesitated for a moment, then lowered my head, quickly went over, and dressed behind his back. I felt he wanted to say something, but perhaps he held back, afraid of upsetting me. Just as I was about to leave, he hugged me from behind, still gently saying, "Thank you. I didn't just want to play with you; I genuinely like you." His words were truly comforting, lessening my guilt and remorse. I didn't stay, nor did I go home. I found a hotel and tormented myself with insomnia to pay for everything I had done.

The following week, I indeed received a new transfer appointment, and my husband received a job offer from a large state-owned enterprise. During this time, Director Zhou didn't bother me again. I thought to myself, perhaps this matter has been peacefully resolved. I admit that deep down, I still harbor an inexplicable longing for that night, quietly buried within.

[The End]

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