It felt like I was raped by my boss.

I'm a returnee from overseas, having studied abroad and worked in Singapore. After countless trials and tribulations, I finally reached the final stage of the interview process at an asset management company in Shanghai—meeting the department head.

Sitting in the small conference room, clutching a glass of water, I nervously awaited my summons. I don't know how long I sat there, but then a professional woman strode confidently into the room. A suit, white shirt, short skirt, and black stockings—this woman in her thirties was the epitome of a powerful businesswoman. And the only thing I noticed, besides how thin her stockings were, was her remarkably large bust.

Oh no! I inwardly groaned. Back in Singapore, my boss was a career-driven woman in her forties who was still single and whose life revolved solely around work. She practically drove me crazy. And now, after all these ups and downs, I've landed a job at this asset management company, and she's a female boss too!

"I've looked at your resume, it's very good!" the female boss said. She sat in front of me, her impressive breasts resting on the table—yes, definitely on the table. "But an interview is a two-way process. We choose you, and of course, you choose us." Her eyes held a hint of kindness, but subtly revealed a powerful and mature woman's charm. I wasn't fooled by that look. Judging from her gait, posture, and the way she held the documents, she was definitely not an easy boss to deal with.

"My name is Feng Zixin. You can call me General Manager Feng or Sister Feng. Our department is currently the best-performing department in the company. In the first half of the year, we achieved..." General Manager Feng began to give me a brief introduction to the performance of her department. In short, she is the head of the most awesome business unit in the company. If I want to be as awesome as her, then I should join her. If I am a lazy, cowardly, and incompetent good-for-nothing, then I should leave the company as soon as possible and not cause her any trouble.

As a young man who had just returned from abroad, I naturally had a lot of drive, and my confident answer was inevitable. And so, I joined General Manager Feng's department and began my life in the asset management company as an assistant to their investment manager.

"Xiao Ma, can you drive?" General Manager Feng suddenly walked up to my seat.

"Yes," I quickly replied.

A BMW car key was tossed onto my desk. Mr. Feng instructed, "I need to meet a client in a bit; drive me there."

I got into the driver's seat of his X5. Mr. Feng, without any airs, sat directly in the passenger seat. Usually, the boss sits in the back, making you feel like the chauffeur.

"How have you been settling in these past few weeks?" Mr. Feng asked, taking off his high heels and gently rubbing his feet.

"Not bad. The competition in the company is quite fierce, but pressure breeds motivation." Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a hint of white peeking out from under Mr. Feng's tight skirt.

"Young people, first and foremost, you need to be able to diligently complete every task assigned by your superiors. Only then comes the comparison of individual abilities, you know? In warfare, an obedient mob is far more powerful than a disobedient elite force." Mr. Feng seemed completely oblivious to my gaze, continuing to rub his feet.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Feng is right." I nodded and said, "I will do my best to complete the tasks assigned by Mr. Feng." As the youngest subordinate in the department, whatever my supervisor says is right.

Because I've been driving without a license since I was 16 and eventually got my license, my driving skills are not to be underestimated. I arrived at the place where I was supposed to meet the client quite early. I had just parked the car in a good parking space when Mr. Feng lifted his foot and placed it on my thigh.

"Ouch, my feet hurt so much from wearing high heels, can you massage them for me?" Mr. Feng said casually.

I was stunned. Those beautiful legs in black stockings were suddenly placed on my thigh, and the secret place under the tight short skirt was right in front of me, making my lower body suddenly stand up uncontrollably.

"What are you standing there for?" Mr. Feng frowned. "Didn't you hear me?" "No...no..." I quickly smiled apologetically, gently touching her instep, and secretly adjusting the position of my little brother.

I know a bit about massage; I've learned a lot to please my girlfriends before. But this was the first time my supervisor had suddenly placed her beautiful legs in black stockings in front of me and asked me to massage them. Besides being nervous, I was also worried I hadn't done a good job.

Seeing her eyes half-closed in enjoyment, I relaxed and my gaze drifted to the hidden area between her legs.

Through the thin black stockings, I could easily see a white lace panty, with what looked like a damp patch in the middle.

"Xiao Ma, a client needs us to do a roadshow next week. Get ready tomorrow, and come with me to meet them next week," Mr. Feng said casually, leaning against the door.

"Yes, yes..."

I didn't know if it was because my massage technique satisfied her, or because she'd seen my recent success at work—I was finally free from the office's secretarial work and could meet clients—

but this client needed to work on a rather tricky privatization reform. I'd been working overtime every day for a whole week preparing the roadshow materials, but there were still many shortcomings and flaws.

I had just arrived in the client's city, and before I even checked into my hotel room, Ms. Feng instructed me to come to my room shortly to guide me in revising the PowerPoint presentation for the roadshow.

I rushed to my room, turned on my computer, opened the presentation, boiled water, made tea, and waited for her.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door. After welcoming Ms. Feng in, the PowerPoint revisions began in earnest.

I had already arrived at the hotel at 7 PM, and the revisions had dragged on until after 10 PM. I was already quite tired, but Ms. Feng's standards were incredibly high; every review revealed new problems.

"Can't you be a little more careful?!" Ms. Feng snapped. "Look at this month-on-month comparison conclusion! How many times have I told you…"

She seemed a little angry, taking off her suit jacket, revealing only a white shirt.

"I've revised this conclusion, look here." I said, reaching for the mouse to show her my changes. But in my haste, my hand accidentally brushed against Ms. Feng's chest. In a panic,

I randomly clicked on a page and quickly pulled my hand back, inadvertently touching her chest again.

Damn it, if the first time was an accident, this second time was truly inexcusable.

But Ms. Feng didn't seem to care; her attention seemed completely focused on the PowerPoint presentation.

"This isn't right either! It needs to be changed like this!..." she frowned, explaining her revisions.

"Hurry up and change it, what are you standing there for!?" I hesitated, afraid to reach for the mouse again. Under her repeated urging, I reluctantly reached out, this time being extremely careful not to touch my boss's sensitive areas again.

I'd only changed a few sentences when Ms. Feng leaned in to look, her soft breasts brushing against my elbow. I didn't know whether to dodge or stay still.

"Yes, that's how it should be changed." Ms. Feng nodded, seemingly still unaware that her breasts were rubbing against my elbow.

I glanced over and noticed a slight nipple protrusion on her white shirt. Could it be?!

I couldn't stop myself from looking away; Ms. Feng's chest did indeed have a slight nipple protrusion. She had come to my room without a bra!

"There's still a problem with this area." Ms. Feng said, leaning forward slightly, and that nipple touched my arm.

"Oh! I see it." I casually replied, slowly moving my arm holding the mouse, gently rubbing against that nipple.

"Hmm, not bad." Seeing that Ms. Feng didn't seem to notice my actions, I grew bolder. With each revision, I deliberately touched her nipple, and what was originally just a tiny protrusion seemed to slowly harden, the sensation against my arm becoming increasingly intense.

"Phew..." Ms. Feng sighed, unsure if it was because my PowerPoint presentation was almost finished or because my arm was giving her pleasure.

"I have to go back," Ms. Feng suddenly said.

"Ah? But you have to meet a client tomorrow morning, and this PowerPoint presentation isn't finished yet." "I... I'm feeling a little unwell." Ms. Feng's face flushed slightly. "

Ms. Feng... is it uncomfortable here?" I said, a hint of trepidation in my voice as I gently touched the protrusion on her blouse with my fingers.

Ms. Feng seemed unable to believe I would make such a move, freezing in place.

"I... I can help you heal it." My gentle touch turned into a light pinching and kneading.

"How dare you!" Ms. Feng suddenly stood up and shouted angrily.

That shout startled me; my already erect penis almost went back to its normal size.

"Get up!" Ms. Feng's expression was stern, her full breasts heaving, seemingly genuinely enraged.

I stood there like a child who had done something wrong, hands clasped, trembling before her.

She shoved me hard, knocking me onto the bed, then knelt beside me.

"Ms. Feng… I… you…"

"Shut up!" She glared at me, and I dared not utter another word.

She pulled up her short skirt, revealing a hole in the thin black stockings, through which I could see a lush, dark forest. Not only was she topless, but she wasn't even wearing underwear.

She removed my belt with practiced ease, quickly exposing my erection.

"Ms. Feng, I…" She glared at me, stopping me from saying anything more.

She grasped my penis and inserted it directly into the hole between her legs.

So wet!

I instantly lost control of my impulse and reached for Ms. Feng's incredibly full breasts. The nipple seemed about to pierce her white shirt, bursting into my view. I tried to tear her shirt open, wanting to free those two sweet beauties.

Unexpectedly, Ms. Feng lowered her voice and said, "Let go! You're not allowed to touch me without my permission!" That intimidating force made me obediently release her hands. She writhed against me in pleasure, occasionally letting out those soft moans that sent shivers down my spine. Normally,

Feng Zixin always had a haughty, serious demeanor, but now she revealed that charming and alluring expression, making it even harder for me to resist the urge to pounce on her. However, the impression I had formed during this time was deeply ingrained, and even now I didn't dare to act recklessly. I could only watch her enjoy herself, trying my best to suppress my own impulse.

The constant friction in that wet and warm space, this passive intercourse, quickly made me lose control of my wildness, and I surrendered.

Ms. Feng remained silent. Without doing much cleaning, she stood up, pulled down her skirt, put on the suit jacket that had been hanging on the chair, and left the room.

Lying on the bed, looking at the mottled stains on my lower body, I suddenly realized that I seemed to have been raped by my boss…

[The End]

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