[Urban] A Life in Beijing (Complete) - 7

Chapter 12

Tang Jing didn't refuse. She knew Cao Shan considered her a buddy. From childhood, boys had always treated her like a buddy, even blurring the lines of gender; she was used to it.

The two bought a lot of food and returned to Cao Shan's place.

Cao Shan moved a table, put the food on it, opened two bottles of ice-cold beer, clinked the bottles together, took a big gulp, and enjoyed it with peanuts and pig's ears.

Tang Jing's eyes were drawn to a pile of bootleg CDs on Cao Shan's shelf. She walked over, slowly flipping through them, and said, "Wow, you listen to quite a variety. What's your favorite?"

"I listen to anything related to rock, Britpop, punk, death metal, thrash rock. What about you?"

Cao Shan asked, munching on a chicken foot and taking another sip of beer.

"Lately, I've been liking 'White Strips' and 'Blowers',"

Tang Jing replied, her attention focused on Cao Shan's bootleg CDs. Suddenly, as if she'd discovered a treasure, she exclaimed, "Hey, you have this one too? A deluxe edition, in pretty good condition!"

She took a Radiohead CD of "Ok Computer" and put it in the CD player, the neurotic yet heart-wrenching sound of Thomas Ork filling the air.

Music is a magical thing; it can create an atmosphere. As soon as the music started, it was as if this dilapidated, run-down room had acquired a British psychedelic feel. Tang Jing was very satisfied, swaying gently to the music, occasionally tilting her head back to gulp down a mouthful of ice-cold beer.

"Hey, what were those two bands you mentioned? Were they rock?"

Cao Shan reached out and clinked his beer bottle against Tang Jing's, asking.

"Yeah, one's garage rock, the other's shojin. They've been famous for a while, only recently becoming popular in the Chinese rock scene. Chinese rock always looks down on pop, but they're all the same, just following trends,"

Tang Jing said somewhat indignantly, then remembered she liked it too, adding, "Me too."

"Do you have one? Let me listen to it sometime," Cao Shan said.

"Sure. By the way, where's your guitar? Play a few notes so I can see."

Tang Jing tilted her head back and took another gulp, downing most of the bottle.

"Okay, here you go," Cao Shan opened the cabinet door. He didn't have that many clothes, so the wardrobe became a good place to store his guitar. He opened the case and took out the wood-grain Telecaster. Tang Jing leaned forward and touched the guitar, saying, "It's really nice. A good guitar is different. Is this a Mofen or a Meifen?"

"Meifen, I bought it online for over 7,000 yuan."

Cao Shan said, connecting the effects pedal and amplifier. A hum of electricity filled the air, and he seemed to have rediscovered that feeling of being a musical idol back in school.

"You're really going all out. Play me a couple of songs,"

Tang Jing urged.

Cao Shan strutted on the guitar, his left hand flying up and down, his right hand plucking the strings, and a familiar melody filled the air.

He had only played two bars when Tang Jing stopped him. "Stop! Are you trying to pick up girls here? You have the nerve to pull out 'Really Love You' to fool me? Don't you have anything more sophisticated?"

Cao Shan played "Don't Cry" again, but Tang Jing still thought it was too shallow. Finally, Tang Jing suggested an impromptu performance. She pulled a pair of drumsticks from her bag.

Cao Shan looked at Tang Jing with newfound respect. "Hey, are you just showing off or do you actually know how to play?"

"Of course I know how to play! Unlike some people who try to fool the audience with beginner etudes."

The two ate and drank, Tang Jing using a pillow as a drum, striking along with Cao Shan's guitar. Cao Shan pressed chords, improvising melodies and singing lyrics that no one on Earth could understand, but which sounded like English. They were having a great time, and before they knew it, it was time to leave work.

Qu Yan and Hai Bo got off the bus and walked side-by-side on their way home. Hai Bo wore a navy blue suit, a white shirt, and carried a briefcase; Qu Yan was tall and wore a well-fitting business suit, attracting the attention of many men along the way. Regardless of looks or figure, height is always attractive.

Downstairs, they saw Cao Shan's door open and heard the sound of an electric guitar. Qu Yan and Hai Bo exchanged a puzzled look; Cao Shan hadn't touched his guitar much since starting work, so why was he suddenly so engrossed? Upstairs, they reached Cao Shan's door. He was carrying his guitar, looking completely absorbed. Qu Yan saw Cao Shan again, the most charming guitar-playing boy in school, but also noticed Tang Jing tapping her pillow with drumsticks.

Seeing the two at the door, Cao Shan hurriedly greeted them, "Hai Bo, Qu Yan, you're off work? Come on, let's have a drink."

Tang Jing turned around, saw them, and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? You live here too?"

"Ah, let's have a drink," Hai Bo greeted them with feigned enthusiasm, but as usual, after that, he froze, unsure what to say next. The oblivious Cao Shan was only thinking about chatting about music and playing guitar with Tang Jing, completely forgetting that Qu Yan and Hai Bo were his classmates and that it was a secret. At this moment, everyone felt a little awkward.

"Well, we all rent the same place,"

Qu Yan gave an ambiguous answer.

Cao Shan, however, felt that Tang Jing was his friend and not from the sales department, so there was no need to hide anything. He said, "It was a coincidence, a coincidence. Qu Yan, Hai Bo, and I are classmates. They went to the company first, and I ended up meeting them by chance. It's nothing, but to avoid suspicion, I'm afraid people might say something, so we don't keep in close contact at the company. By the way, don't go back and tell anyone, we're just classmates, we help each other out at work, I'm afraid people will misunderstand."

After Cao Shan's explanation, Tang Jing laughed, "Please, do I look like such a gossipy person? For me, this is like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, right? Qu Yan, Hai Bo, come on over. Cao Shan and I went to show an advertisement to a client today, it went quite well, and I heard he has a good violin, so we came to take a look."

Hai Bo said casually, "That's right, we're all friends, so how about we buy something else?"

"No need, no need, that's enough."

Cao Shan invited Qu Yan and Hai Bo to sit down and chat while eating.

Qu Yan really liked Tang Jing's denim outfit and wanted to try it on. Tang Jing took it off for her to try on. While they were changing, Qu Yan wore a tight-fitting shirt, while Tang Jing wore only a dark gray t-shirt with a wide neckline, her snow-white chest quite eye-catching. Cao Shan glanced at her and found that Tang Jing's chest was in no way inferior to Qu Yan's.

"Hey? It looks really good on me! Really, look, we're about the same size!"

Qu Yan said happily, seeing that the clothes fit her well.

"Really, I've noticed. You two have similar figures, both quite strong and full-figured. It's just that Tang Jing is shorter than you and looks thinner. Actually, I think Tang Jing is shorter than you in the legs."

Hai Bo always spoke so carelessly. He thought he was just telling the truth, but he couldn't see the flaws in his words, which was one of the reasons why his business wasn't going well.

"What are you saying?"

Qu Yan realized that Hai Bo's words were off and quickly pointed at him, complaining.

"It's okay, Hai Bo is just stating the facts. I'm not a beauty to begin with, I'm not that easily offended," Tang Jing said frankly.

"Come on, let's drink and eat!"

Cao Shan called out, and the four of them clinked glasses. He asked Hai Bo, "Hai Bo, how's business lately?"

Hai Bo, holding the bottle, gave an awkward laugh and said, "Don't even mention it, I guess I'll be making a killing again this month." Seeing Hai Bo's dejected look, Cao Shan quickly patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, don't be discouraged. Doing business depends on luck; you can't blame society for bad luck. Come on, have a drink."

The four of them ate in the room when Jianguo returned and came over to join in the fun.

"Hey, eating? Did you save any for me?"

Jianguo came over, making cute faces and gesturing wildly.

"Come, Jianguo, have a seat."

Cao Shan gestured for Jianguo to sit down, then introduced Tang Jing to him. "This is my best buddy, Jianguo, he's a manager now. This is my colleague, Tang Jing from the design department."

"Hello."

Tang Jing flicked her long hair and gave a polite smile. Jianguo smiled and nodded politely in return. The moment

he entered the room, seeing Tang Jing's sturdy back, her not-so-tall figure, and especially her wide bottom as she sat in the chair, he lost interest. Seeing her small eyes and mouth, her slightly asymmetrical face, her black-rimmed glasses, and her long, flowing hair, he realized she did indeed have an artistic air about her, but Jianguo wasn't an artistic type, so he naturally felt nothing for Tang Jing.

After chatting for a while, Jian Guo said he had to leave to do some copywriting. He then pulled Cao Shan aside and whispered, "Cao Shan, what does this girl do? Could she be your...?"

Cao Shan laughed and pushed him away, saying, "What are you thinking? She's my colleague, from the design department. We met a client together today. She also likes music, she's an artsy young woman, so she came back to play the piano and chat. You know, Bo Ya broke his string."

Jian Guo put his arm around Cao Shan's neck and said earnestly, "Your ex-girlfriend used to be Zhang Ning, a tall and stunning beauty." "We're down on our luck now, but we're not so desperate as to be indiscriminate in our choices, are we? Goodness, I was shocked when I saw her from behind. Those legs are so thick! And that butt is so big!" Jianguo said, bending his arm to emphasize the area, and continued, "And she's not pretty either, a world apart from Zhang Ning. Oh, right."

Jianguo slapped his forehead and said, "I know, you're not into Tang Jing's big butt, are you? You like big butts, right? She does fit your description."

Jianguo continued to tease.

"Damn, what are you talking about? We're just colleagues, stop talking nonsense. Go back to work." Cao Shan laughed and punched Jianguo, pushing him away. He found it amusing; how could he be interested in Tang Jing? But Jianguo's words still lingered in his mind.

Back in the room, he paid special attention; Tang Jing's butt was indeed very wide and plump, definitely comparable to Qu Yan's.

Qu Yan tried on Tang Jing's denim outfit, but Tang Jing didn't put it back on afterward. Tang Jing's t-shirt had a low neckline, revealing a large expanse of white skin and full breasts. Her legs were about the same thickness as Qu Yan's, though Qu Yan's legs were longer. Tang Jing's figure was similar to Qu Yan's—slightly muscular, apple-shaped, with a large, round bottom. Cao Shan noticed Tang Jing's figure for the first time and secretly smiled bitterly. He thought, "A girl like that, even with a big bottom and thick legs, wouldn't be so desperate as to be indiscriminate in her choice of partners, as Jian Guo said."

Jian Guo returned to his room, closed the door, and thought to himself, "If Cao Shan really gets together with another girl, it'll save me a lot of trouble."

Before they knew it, it was past 8 pm. They had eaten and drunk their fill. The four young people, all from the same company, especially Tang Jing, who was known for her easygoing nature and ability to win people over, chatted happily. Cao Shan went to take Tang Jing home, while Qu Yan and Hai Bo helped him clear the table.

Tang Jing took a taxi and left. Meanwhile, at another point in the city, Cheng Min dragged her tired body out of a taxi, looking dejected, and headed home.

This day had been happy for Cao Shan and Tang Jing; being with their soulmates was certainly joyful. But for Cheng Min, it was yet another unwilling nightmare. Being with that persistent young boss was, of course, humiliating.

The young boss had spoken to Cheng Min on the phone the day before, and as usual, Cheng Min had booked a hotel for him, and also reserved her body. After arriving at the hotel, the young boss called Cheng Min, told Erlong, and left. Erlong didn't say anything. If he had discovered his wife's infidelity, he would have been furious, but the young boss clearly wanted to sleep with his wife, and he did so as soon as he arrived in Beijing; he was used to it.

Cheng Min rang the doorbell, and the short, southern boss, who only reached her shoulder, smiled and led her into the room.

"Cheng Min, it's so good to see you again," the young boss said, his small eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, leering at the tall, beautiful married woman.

He tried to pull Cheng Min's hand to sit on the sofa, but she pulled away. Cheng Min loathed this man; she was someone else's wife, why should she be humiliated by him time and time again? She said sternly, "Please don't call me again next time you come to Beijing. Don't you know the company's situation? Your brand's products aren't selling well in Beijing, and we're reducing our orders every day. If you keep doing this, it's harassment."

The young boss grabbed Cheng Min's hand and said with a smile, "Don't be angry. It's consensual, why worry so much? Your husband hasn't said anything, he's so magnanimous, why can't you be more open-minded?"

Cheng Min pulled her hand away again, saying, "What do you mean, 'consensual'? I've had enough of you! I'm someone else's wife, why do you keep bothering me like this? I feel so sad," Cheng Min said, frowning. (Commercial break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying?) Forum reputation guaranteed! A healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exercise device with a realistic oral sex experience is highly recommended! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, experience unbearable pleasure ! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter

. The shopkeeper, smiling, reached behind Cheng Min and gently embraced her slender waist, saying slowly, "I don't know what you women think, but men like to conquer—conquer money, conquer power, and of course, conquering other people's women is also very fulfilling."

As he spoke, the shopkeeper's short, stubby hands caressed Cheng Min's slender body.

Cheng Min shuddered in disgust, but didn't formally refuse. Since she had chosen to come, she couldn't choose not to.

“Amin, do you know why Erlong agreed to let me sleep with you? Think about it, without me, would you be where you are today? You're so beautiful, with such a great figure. If I didn't pursue you, other men would. And him? He's got no talent. He's just a toad trying to eat swan meat. I help him make money, start a company. Think about it, out of 365 days a year, how many days can I actually spend with you? But he can possess you and make you his wife. Everything I have is for you, yet I only ask for a few days to be with you. For him, this is a good deal, isn't it?”

the young boss said with a smile.

“I think you're the one who's a toad trying to eat swan meat!”

Cheng Min angrily brushed his groping hand away and stood up, but the young boss grabbed her hand.

“Amin, I feel the atmosphere is very bad today. We can't talk without getting along. Okay, let's not talk about it anymore, let's begin.”

The young boss was also a little unhappy. He sat on the sofa, took off his pants, revealing his hard little penis.

With a "better to suffer a short, sharp pain than a long, drawn-out one" attitude, Amin bent down and squatted between his legs, saying dejectedly, "Remember, just this once!"

Saying this, she lowered her head and took the young boss's penis into her mouth, vigorously stroking it up and down

. "Shh...mmm...not bad, not bad, that's the feeling. So good...Amin, your oral sex skills have improved a lot, do you and your husband practice often?"

The young boss stroked Cheng Min's smooth, long hair, watching her face, so similar to Mao Amin's, but even more beautiful, lying beneath him, her beautiful mouth sucking and swallowing his penis, her slender body squatting, her alluring waist twisting into a beautiful curve, her rounded hips beautiful and tempting, enjoying both sensory and psychological satisfaction.

Cheng Min's mouth was stuffed with the young boss's hard penis. He had rushed to meet her as soon as he got off the plane, hadn't even showered, and the lingering stench of urine on his penis filled Cheng Min's mouth, making her feel nauseous. She sucked on the man's penis in a fit of pique, rapidly stroking it, wanting to make him ejaculate as quickly as possible.

Like many businessmen, the small boss was a frequent visitor to brothels, his penis having been with countless women, but his prowess had waned, and he was basically a one-night stand. Cheng Min thought that if she made him ejaculate with her mouth, at least this filthy thing wouldn't have to be stuffed inside her, making it even more disgusting.

"Ooh, oh, gently, gently, why are you in such a hurry?"

Sure enough, Cheng Min sucked into his mouth while simultaneously licking his glans with her tongue, rapidly moving up and down. The young boss couldn't take it anymore and quickly pressed Cheng Min's head down to keep her still. After a while, the urge to ejaculate subsided.

The young boss made Cheng Min stand on the ground, embracing her tall figure, and removed her clothes piece by piece. Then, he greedily pressed himself against Cheng Min's naked body, kissing her snow-white skin. This short, stocky man was particularly fond of Cheng Min's body, not only for her alluring curves, her slender, fat-free model figure, and her straight thighs, but also for her impressive height. Short men often prefer tall women, not only because of their desire for a perfect figure, but also because of the indescribable sense of conquest that comes from a short man controlling a large stallion. The young boss held Cheng Min tightly, reaching only her shoulder height, so he could easily take her firm, full breasts and erect, alluring nipples into his mouth without bending over, licking them with relish. His hands caressed her slightly slender yet still voluptuous buttocks, occasionally wandering over her thighs and groin. Cheng Min simply tilted her head back, woodenly accepting the man's ravaging, neither resisting nor taking initiative, only wishing the moment would end quickly. Cheng Min was completely passively receiving from the young boss, experiencing no enjoyment whatsoever.

The young boss kissed her as he slowly moved Cheng Min's naked body to the edge of the bed, laying her down on the soft Simmons mattress. He then began to slowly lick Cheng Min's body, starting from her earlobes, moving over her breasts, flat stomach, and straight legs. He paused briefly on the bulging mons pubis in her private triangle before parting Cheng Min's snow-white legs, burying his head between them, enjoying the soft, forbidden zone of another man's wife.

Cheng Min maintained her passive attitude, neither resisting nor taking the initiative, letting the young boss spread her long legs, bury his head between her thighs, and kiss her private parts that didn't belong to him. Cheng Min dared not look at him; the mere thought of being naked and undressed by another man in such a lewd position filled her with unbearable shame. She thought dejectedly, what would happen if Erlong barged in and saw her being molested like this by the young boss?

Erlong was a rough and insensitive man, completely clueless about teasing and satisfying women. Every time they made love, he would just press Cheng Min down, shove his penis into her cunt, and thrust into her with heavy, labored movements. But the young boss was a master at manipulating women; he licked every inch of Cheng Min's 1.81-meter-tall, slender figure. But for Cheng Min, this was even greater torture. The young boss's tongue was like a swimming dragon, licking her until her desire surged, her whole body tingling, yet being played with by him was a humiliating and helpless act. Cheng Min felt that any other man kissing her body like that would have excited her, but with this ugly, short southern man, she felt only disgust, not love.

The young boss preferred the rear-entry position because it felt more like riding a warhorse, free and unrestrained. Moreover, the lines of a woman's back, especially those of a tall woman, were the most beautiful. Tall women had longer, more slender figures, and their waists, whether bent or twisted, were even more alluring. Cheng Min's mature, womanly buttocks were enough to satisfy most men's fascination with women's hips, except for men like Cao Shan who were almost obsessed with women with large buttocks.

The young boss knelt behind Cheng Min, making her spread her legs wider so his penis could reach her tender opening, instead of having to squat. He aimed his penis at Cheng Min's opening and, without much effort, slid it in. Then, he gently grasped Cheng Min's buttocks and thrust in and out. Inside Cheng Min's body, his penis, lubricated by her vaginal fluids, generated immense pleasure through friction, causing him to involuntarily increase his speed.

Even though Cheng Min hated the young boss, his superb oral skills still aroused her, causing her to experience a surge of heat from her lower body. Humiliated, she raised her buttocks high, kneeling naked on the bed, feeling the man grabbing her buttocks from behind, feeling something warm pressing against her between her legs before penetrating her body. It encountered no resistance. Cheng Min felt ashamed of her lubricated and juicy lower body. All she did was accept it numbly, letting the young boss ravage her, absolutely refusing to moan or show even the slightest sign of compliance.

The young boss didn't care. Being short, he was already satisfied with having sex with such a tall woman. He didn't care if Cheng Min cooperated; besides, it was a rear-entry position, so there was nothing to cater to. He was content. In the South, he went to great lengths to find tall women to sleep with. Women over 1.6 meters were rare, and 1.7 meters was practically nonexistent. Women over 1.8 meters were usually incredibly ugly. Someone like Cheng Min—tall, with a good figure, smooth skin, and beautiful looks, and already married—was absolutely rare. Therefore, although the young boss was never short of women, he still had to invest a lot of energy and money to maintain his love triangle with Cheng Min and her husband.

In Cheng Min's heart, not only did the young boss disgust her, but his penis also failed to arouse her interest. Its size was similar to her husband's, only slightly larger, at most below average, barely filling the opening and not penetrating deeply. Cheng Min believed that only Cao Shan's impressively large penis could give her the ultimate pleasure a woman could experience. Therefore, she was determined to maintain her relationship with Cao Shan as much as possible, even at the cost of financial ruin.

Just as Cheng Min felt her vagina tighten slightly from the intense thrusting of the young boss, he roared, gripped her buttocks tightly, and thrust forward, ejaculating his millions of semen into her vagina, completing this absurd sexual act.

The young boss got off the bed, put on his pants, took out a list from his purse, and said, "Ah Min, overall I'm still a good person. Although you didn't satisfy me today, and your attitude disappointed me somewhat, I will still manage everything for you and help you make money. Here, take this invoice."

Cheng Min took the list and was stunned. The young boss's invoice wasn't just for him; it also included invoices for all the products from the new brands his company had discovered over the years, and the prices were much lower than what they had negotiated themselves.

Seeing Cheng Min's surprised expression, the shop owner smiled and said, "Whether it's domestic or foreign brands, I'm always better positioned than you in the office equipment business. They're all my friends, so their prices are naturally more reasonable. Don't waste your time; who wouldn't want a lower purchase price and higher profit? I'll give you a list of clients too. Just focus on making money and repaying me well, don't overthink it."

Looking at the shop owner's smug expression, Cheng Min felt a sense of despair. She and Erlong had painstakingly searched for new sources of goods, but in the end, they hadn't escaped the shop owner's grasp.

Leaving the hotel and returning home, Cheng Min wearily opened the door to find the house empty. She knew Erlong had gone off to fool around again. Cheng Min was furious, but then she thought, if his wife was out having sex with another man, why would he be waiting at home like an idiot? Cheng Min squatted on the floor, covering her face and crying in humiliation. At that moment, she especially missed Cao Shan; she needed Cao Shan's young body and large penis to help her regain her confidence as a woman.

Chapter 13

Beijing, the capital, the imperial city.

This city boasts the greatest imaginable class disparity and wealth gap. It is the capital of China, where those who command the nation and hold the highest positions live alongside those who cannot even make their own decisions, who are at the mercy of others, willing to sell their souls, their bodies, and even their lovers' bodies for the smallest gains. The poor worry about tomorrow's food, their children's schooling, their inability to afford medical care, and everything else. Poverty breeds endless sorrow; they envy the so-called rich who live carefree lives, seemingly happy in the eyes of others. The poor don't aspire to be richer than a nation and control its destiny; they simply hope for modest wealth and contentment. Those who are moderately wealthy in the middle class are often the objects of their envy.

But are the rich truly happy? Do they control their own destinies? No, society is a system where the big fish eat the small fish; everyone is both a big fish and a small fish.

Shen Si hung up the phone and slumped into her chair. The call was to Jim, the marketing director at Microsoft. She'd been with Microsoft for over half a year and knew early on that Windows was launching a revolutionary new operating system this year; she saw it as a golden opportunity. Shen Si used her network to negotiate with Jim on increasingly higher-level business deals, bringing her closer to her ultimate goal. She'd met Jim at a business party hosted by Jeff, and Jim had taken a liking to Shen Si. She was tall, intelligent, and possessed the refined elegance characteristic of white-collar women, unlike the blind following of trends. Shen Si had a distinctive style in both her clothing and speech. While long, wavy hair was fashionable among white-collar workers, making everyone look like a slut, Shen Si's carefully styled short hair looked refreshing and capable. Pointed-toe high heels were trendy then, but Shen Si wore a pair of slightly wedge-heeled pumps, making her stand out—casual yet sophisticated. Of course, pumps require long legs, which Shen Si possessed, so she dared to wear them. Unlike ten years later, when boat shoes became fashionable, and everyone, regardless of leg length, would flaunt their short legs in a pair that looked almost like shoe covers, fully exposing their flaws without hesitation.

That day, Jim learned that Shen Si was unmarried and became exceptionally attentive to her. Shen Si was conflicted. It wasn't that Jim was bad; he was quite good—three years older than her, just turned thirty, a returnee from overseas, unmarried, a typical eligible bachelor.

But Shen Si already had Jeff, even though he was married, she enjoyed being with him. Besides, meeting Jim was only for the Microsoft advertisement; she didn't want to entangle work and feelings. Even if Jim liked her, he could pursue her wholeheartedly, instead of making it seem like he was taking advantage of her.

Jim, having failed to take advantage of the situation, resorted to the silent treatment towards Shen Si. He made demands such as the Yellow Pages format being incompatible with Microsoft's corporate culture and Microsoft requiring all computers in advertising companies to use genuine operating systems. Shen Si agreed to all of these, promising that after XP's release, Panhai Shengshi would be one of the first advertising companies in Beijing to adopt full-page ads. Jim then pointed out that while Yellow Pages ads were valid for a year, this also demonstrated the delay and lack of timeliness. Shen Si countered that XP promotion had various advertising needs, including long-term, fixed requirements, and ad formats commonly used by major companies. However, when Shen Si called to arrange a meeting, Jim unexpectedly declined, citing a busy schedule, making Shen Si realize that things had suddenly become more complicated.

Just as Shen Si was lost in thought, Jeff came in. Seeing her dejected appearance, he walked over with concern, gently hugged her, and stroked her short hair, asking, "What's wrong? You look so listless."

Shen Si sighed and said, "It's all because of Microsoft. The new system is about to be released at the end of the month, and now is the last chance to grab the contract, but Jim is giving me the cold shoulder."

"Is it the cover?"

Jeff asked, and Shen Si nodded. Jeff asked again, "Is there any record? If Microsoft doesn't work out, what about next year's cover?"

Shen Si shook her head again. This made Jeff fall into deep thought. After a while, he said, "Why don't you try again and see what the real reason he rejected you is?"

Shen Si looked up at Jeff and said, "Don't you know? He likes me, but I don't want to be with him, so I rejected him. It's that simple."

Shen Si's heart still only belonged to Jeff.

Jeff was comforted, feeling that having such a beautiful and loyal lover was a blessing, but love can't put food on the table. For a businessman, money is more important than women. So he said, "Then why were you so adamant in rejecting him? Would it have been better for the advertising business if you had been more accommodating?"

Shen Si had originally thought Jeff would comfort her, saying not to worry, that giving up was fine. But unexpectedly, on the scales between her and the advertising, Jeff was on the opposing side. Shen Si was a little angry and said indignantly, "If I'm ambiguous with him, is that fair to you?"

Seeing her angry look, Jeff couldn't help but chuckle, hugging her tighter, and said, "It's okay, we're not children anymore, we can keep work and life separate."

Shen Si didn't expect Jeff to say that, and she raised her voice, "Jeff! Are you saying that I'm being your mistress while also using my body to please clients and get advertising for you? Jeff, do you even love me? If I were your wife, would you be able to say that so easily?"

Seeing Shen Si was angry, Jeff quickly tried to coax her, saying, "Baby, that's not what I meant, you know. I just think this ad is on the cover, it's very important to us."

Shen Si jumped up from her chair, pushed him away, and angrily said, "Jeff, I understand. You've put me second in the face of this cover. Okay, I understand. I'm going to find Jim right now, and I'll do whatever it takes to get the ad back. To be honest, I've found out they have the necessary advertising investment and budget. Jim wants me; he's using the ad to blackmail me. Jeff, fine, I'll go find him, and I'll give you an answer."

With that, Shen Si stormed out of the office.

"Hey, Christie!"

Jeff called after her but didn't chase after her.

On her way home, Shen Si understood Jeff. It was already October, and next year's cover was still undecided. For their Yellow Pages, this was a terrible situation. Moreover, Shen Si, as a sales manager, was a top performer. She was directly or indirectly responsible for securing the front cover, back cover, inside front cover, and inside back cover—that's how she got her position. As a sales manager, it wasn't unreasonable for General Manager Jeff to make such demands of her; sales requires a willingness to risk everything. But he was her lover, and Jeff's lack of chivalry chilled her heart.

Shen Si called Jim to arrange a dinner for the two of them, a tacit understanding between them, and Jim readily agreed. Shen Si went home, showered, put on makeup, donned jewelry, and changed into beautiful clothes—mostly gifts from Jeff. She was going to look her best for her date with another man. Jim was the kind of man women would never dislike, only like. Shen Si had rejected him before, as mentioned earlier, and now her willingness to go was a form of revenge for Jeff's ingratitude.

After hanging up, Jim was overjoyed. He knew this tactic would definitely work on Shen Si. Jeff had told him that the cover for this year's Yellow Pages hadn't been finalized yet, and Jim had indeed internally decided on an advertising budget specifically for the Beijing Yellow Pages

. He and Jeff tacitly agreed: Jeff wanted the advertising, Jim wanted Shen Si, and it all depended on what the other was willing to give up. Since Jeff had sacrificed his lover first, he gladly accepted. Jim called his girlfriend, saying he was busy with work and would be working all night. His girlfriend didn't ask any questions and hung up. Jim patted his erect penis with satisfaction and chuckled, "Little brother, you've got your work lined up tonight."

He grabbed his clothes and drove off in his Honda Accord.

They met at a Western restaurant. Despite their previous encounter, seeing Shen Si again was still incredibly pleasing to Jim's eye.

Shen Si wore a classic round-neck striped fitted dress; the knit fabric perfectly accentuated her curves—a wasp waist and round hips—a figure that made men envious and women jealous. The tight skirt clung to Shen Si's beautiful legs, ending abruptly at the thigh, revealing a sliver of her long, fair legs that was enough to make any man's imagination run wild. Below, her calves were encased in bold black knee-high boots, making the curves of her long legs appear and disappear.

The grey wool shawl over her shoulders was the perfect finishing touch, concealing the provocative nature of the short skirt and boots, showcasing a dignified feminine charm that left men both yearning and wanting, yet only able to admire from afar.

"Jim, hello, sorry I'm late."

Shen Si stood at the table, her long legs together, a delicate handbag lightly held in front of her skirt, smiling at Jim who was sitting at the table drinking coffee.

"Oh, hello, Christie, you look beautiful today!"

Jim exclaimed in genuine admiration and quickly got up to pull out a seat for Shen Si.

"Thank you," Shen Si said gracefully as she sat down. The moment Jim saw her sit down, her slightly upturned round buttocks filled out her very tight short skirt, perfectly complementing her slender and supple waist—it was incredibly alluring. Thinking of this woman's beautiful waist and round buttocks, Jim secretly resolved to make Shen Si sway her slender waist and ride him.

"Christie, I'm so sorry, I've been really busy lately, but even if I'm busy, I can't keep refusing a beautiful lady's invitation. It's my honor," Jim said, his words like Ultraman's, his eyes wide with excitement.

"I know you're busy..."

Shen Si said softly, her tone somewhere between normal and coquettish, perfectly balanced. “XP is about to go public, and you're the head of the China marketing department, you must be incredibly busy.”

“Oh, right, Christie,” Jim took a sip of coffee as if remembering something, “My colleagues and I have thoroughly researched your Beijing Yellow Pages media outlet and done some research. Your customer traffic in Beijing's business district is indeed considerable. You can meet all the conditions I mentioned before, so I don't think there's a big problem. But…”

Jim trailed off, glancing at Shen Si, and continued, “You know, reporting hundreds of thousands of dollars in unplanned investment to headquarters is a real hassle.”

Shen Si smiled slightly, thinking that this seemingly respectable hypocrite was, at heart, a despicable lecher. Shen Si was displeased, but outwardly remained calm, saying, “Of course I know, so please take care of it. Actually, inviting you to dinner today isn't about advertising. We can discuss business in the office, I know that being too pushy is impolite. Jim, I'm really glad you've come, let me toast you.”

Shen Si picked up her coffee.

"Thank you, it's my pleasure," Jim said gentlemanly, picking up his coffee cup and taking a small sip.

Shen Si and Jim ordered two meals and two glasses of red wine, chatting as they ate. One was a top student, the other a returnee from overseas; they had a lot to talk about, from school life to their experiences in society. Of course, all of this was just a prelude; the sole purpose was to get into bed.

Jim led the slightly tipsy Shen Si into the hotel room. The moment the door closed, the two kissed passionately like long-lost lovers. Jim was younger than Jeff, and although he was already in his thirties, he exuded the youthful energy of a young man, which captivated Shen Si. At this point, women no longer valued morality, whether a man was a scoundrel or a gentleman, but rather the hardness of his penis and his handsome appearance. Mutual pleasure was the key; getting into bed was no longer about manners, but about physical intimacy.

Jim's tongue explored Shen Si's ear canal, brushing against her earlobe, making her body go weak. She quickly pressed herself against him to avoid falling.

"Ah...haha...it tickles..."

Shen Si whispered seductively, her voice close to Jim's ear, making him feel a ticklish sensation.

Shen Si was 1.73 meters tall, and with her heels, she was easily 1.8 meters, almost the same height as Jim.

Jim wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing and kneading her round, beautiful buttocks through her skirt, eliciting soft moans from Shen Si.

Shen Si wasn't a promiscuous woman; she had always willingly been Jeff's mistress. This time, her advances towards Jim were not only for business but also a form of revenge against Jeff. Jim, this outstanding man, attracted her, but more importantly, Shen Si wanted to cheat on him and desperately wanted to taste a man's penis. Jeff had always prevented her from doing so, so she had no choice but to try someone else's. Shen Si had a bad habit of sucking penises, as mentioned earlier, so I won't go into details.

Sometime later, Jim turned on the stereo, and languid jazz filled the room, filling it with a sensual atmosphere that, along with the alcohol, tantalized the couple towards their most primal union. Jim had longed for Shen Si's body for a long time, and now that he had it, he was insatiably thirsty, holding her slender waist, sometimes squeezing her buttocks, sometimes pinching her breasts, eliciting lewd laughter from Shen Si. Jim greedily kissed Shen Si's long, pink neck, while Shen Si tilted her head back, slightly closed her eyes, and parted her lips, smiling as she enjoyed the man's teasing.

"Mmm... ah..."

Shen Si's long arms rested on his shoulders. She had been struggling internally for a long time, and under Jim's constant teasing, she finally spoke, but before she could utter the words, her face flushed red. "J-Jim, can I... taste... your... little brother?"

Hearing Shen Si's words, Jim shuddered. Previously, he had repeatedly tried to win Shen Si's favor, but she had always rejected him. In Jim's mind, Shen Si had the air of a cold beauty, but now, her initiative made him feel that happiness had come too suddenly. In a daze, he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, it's my pleasure."

Shen Si smiled slightly, extended her slender finger, and gently touched his forehead. Then, with her most alluring and mesmerizing gaze, she captivated Jim's eyes, and her tall, sexy body, tightly wrapped in a fitted short skirt, slowly knelt down. Jim looked down excitedly at the beauty he had longed for beneath him. He only wanted to be able to enjoy himself with Shen Si in bed, even just kissing or holding hands would be an incredible thing. He never expected that this cold and beautiful woman would actually offer to perform oral sex. Jim was so excited that his body trembled. But little did he know what Shen Si was thinking.

Shen Si slowly slid down, and when her cheek brushed against his bulging crotch, her excitement was no less than Jim's. With trembling hands, she unbuckled Jim's belt, and as she pulled down his underwear, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

It all felt like a dream, our brief encounter…

Jim's well-rested, erect member, like a coiled dragon, sprang from his underwear, hitting Shen Si's delicate face. It was about the same length as Jeff's, but much thicker. Seeing the man's penis right in front of her, Shen Si couldn't help but swallow hard. Her long, slender hands gently grasped the thick, hard shaft, slowly stroking it. She smiled and looked up at Jim, saying, "Little brother, you're not being good at all, but it's so big!" Those few words almost made Jim ejaculate. Watching Shen Si squatting between his legs, holding his penis and pressing the glans against her face in such a lewd manner, he excitedly said, "Baby, I, I, you, you, take it in, okay?"

At this point, Shen Si lost all shyness. She nodded gently, opened her mouth, and, holding the penis, gently inserted it. The firm, fleshy shaft brushed against her lips, its intense heat burning her mouth. That long-lost sensation made Shen Si dizzy. She wasn't a wanton woman, yet she had a strong fascination with men's genitals.

At this moment, Shen Si was shy, even ashamed. She knew how degrading it was for her to kneel before this man and suck his penis. Deep down, she still resented this sex being treated as part of a business deal, but she couldn't resist putting his penis in her mouth. Jeff never let Shen Si perform oral sex on him, and Jim got the benefit for her desire for a man's penis.

Shen Si shyly endured the man's annoying moans of satisfaction, while simultaneously enjoying the wonderful sensation of his penis going in and out of her mouth. It was such a contradiction that she felt both close and distant. Jim, on the other hand, couldn't take it anymore. He lost his balance and fell onto the sofa. He watched the elegant and sophisticated Shen Si giving him passionate oral sex, his erect penis moving in and out of her sexy mouth. This was a gift he had never imagined. When they met at the party, he noticed that Shen Si not only had beautiful eyes, but also a beautiful mouth. Her lips were slightly full, controlling her sexiness to a certain degree, unlike Shu Qi's sausage lips which looked disgusting. But Jim couldn't have imagined that her beautiful mouth would be conquered by his penis so quickly. Shen Si's small mouth sucked on his hard penis, occasionally spitting it out. Her little tongue and pouting lips eagerly kissed every part of his genitals, his penis, scrotum, and glans. She then took it deep into her mouth, teasing Jim's glans with the tip of her tongue, gently sweeping it, sending shivers down his spine.

"Ah... Chrstie, so good, ah... baby, I can't take it anymore... lick it well, brother's big cock... brother will fuck you hard later..." Jim, completely losing his composure as a high-level white-collar worker returned from overseas, spoke rude and vulgar language with an accent from who-knows-where as

Shen Si licked him. Shen Si felt disgusted by Jim's rude words; Jim's composure vanished from her mind in an instant. She lost interest, but Jim grabbed her head, clamped her body between his legs, and frantically fucked her mouth with his erect cock.

"Ugh... ugh..." Shen Si felt that big cock was like an iron rod pounding into her mouth, causing her pain. She desperately pushed against Jim's lower abdomen, trying to make him let go, but Jim was nearing the peak of ejaculation, holding Shen Si's head tightly and thrusting his cock wildly. That big cock reached the back of Shen Si's throat every time, making her feel nauseous. But Jim's strength was too great, and she couldn't get away at all.

Jim moved his hips rapidly, like he was fucking a cunt, his huge penis thrusting in and out of Shen Si's mouth like a piston. Shen Si gagged repeatedly, her face contorting and turning red, devoid of her usual elegance and beauty. But Jim looked down at Shen Si, her mouth stuffed with his penis, and felt a sense of satisfaction at the sight of this proud and gentle white-collar worker suffering. He thrust his penis in and out quickly, until finally Jim couldn't take it anymore. With a low growl, he thrust his penis in with all his might, shoving it all the way into Shen Si's mouth. Shen Si was in excruciating pain. The hard penis pressed against her throat, filling her mouth and making it difficult to breathe. What disgusted her even more was that she felt the penis in her mouth twitch violently a few times, and felt the head of the penis spurt out hot, dirty, sticky fluid, all of it shooting into her mouth. With each spasm of the penis, spurts of semen shot into her mouth, carrying the slightly fishy smell of his penis and the salty, astringent taste of semen, like rice porridge with baking soda, making her feel utterly nauseous. Her ex-boyfriend had never given Shen Si oral sex before, and his penis was very beautiful, so she had always longed to suck a man's penis. But this time, her dream was shattered. Her mouth was filled with salty, astringent semen, making her feel extremely nauseous. Shen Si pushed the penis away and ran to the toilet to vomit.

It took her a while to finish vomiting. She rinsed her mouth and brushed her teeth repeatedly. Looking at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, her face flushed and eyes bloodshot, she thought about how she had just lost control and shamelessly given a man's penis. She wanted to slap herself a few times. How absurd, how unacceptable!

Jim pushed open the bathroom door and, seeing Shen Si's tear-streaked face, gently handed her a tissue. He switched to his gentle, considerate English-accented Chinese, "Christie, I'm sorry, it's my fault. You're too beautiful and so attractive. I couldn't control myself."

Shen Si glanced at his erect, throbbing penis, sticky with her own saliva. The thought made her nauseous, and hearing his pretentious words only made her feel worse. She cursed inwardly, "This isn't the time you were spouting those rural swear words earlier! Stop pretending!"

Shen Si pushed him away. Although this sex was for business, and she had given herself to him, the experience was too unpleasant, and she decided to end it.

Just as she was about to leave, Jim grabbed her hand from behind. "Christie, why are you leaving?"

"Let go of me, I don't feel right, I want to leave." She didn't want to continue, but Jim pressed his strong body against her back. Feeling his firm pectoral muscles and the hard thing pressing against her buttocks made Shen Si feel both desire and disgust.

"Christie, we're not finished yet, let's finish this, okay?"

Jim whispered in her ear from behind.

Christie also felt conflicted. She really didn't want to continue with Jim, but what was this? She had given him oral sex and ejaculated. Was it over or not? Was it once, half a time, or zero? Shen Si gritted her teeth and stomped her foot, shaking off Jim's hand. She took off her clothes as she walked, and when she reached the bed, she kicked off her shoes, lay naked on the bed, and then made the most unreserved and lewd move that only a prostitute would make—spreading her long legs wide, revealing her rotten cunt.

Actually, during this process, Jim's impression of Christie was also changing. At the party, Shen Si was so noble yet approachable. She had an elegant temperament and a gentle personality, yet possessed a resilience, like a fine abalone—smooth yet chewy. He had fantasized about such an outstanding girl being a wife. He knew Shen Si was Jeff's mistress, but he hoped to make her his official wife through his connections.

Shen Si's tall figure, over 1.7 meters, was slender yet shapely. Her slight fullness only accentuated her alluring curves without being bulky at all—she was simply perfect. To have such a beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure, a shapely bottom, and long legs riding beneath him every night would be the greatest happiness for a man.

Jim painstakingly used his power to force Shen Si into submission, to offer her body for his toy. This was originally a tremendous sense of conquest; he wanted to play the part perfectly, to use every trick in the book, from gentle persuasion to force, to employ every conceivable tactic, until she feigned resistance, half-heartedly yielding, even resisting and allowing him to subdue her, before finally obtaining Shen Si's body, pinning her down, and inserting his victorious member into her most private paradise—that would be perfect. But what about today? After only a few teasing words, Shen Si had already taken out his penis and was giving him oral sex. Although it felt good, it lacked the feeling of conquest. Now, she had angrily stripped naked and gotten into bed. Although Shen Si's naked body was so white, beautiful, and slender, even more beautiful than he had imagined, the greasy, rotten vulva between her legs made him feel somewhat nauseous. Underneath the dark pubic hair, her labia were too thick, bulging between her legs like polyps. He even wondered if she was sick. Jim's impression of Shen Si changed from admiration to sexual desire, to the thought of "why not take advantage?"

So, Jim didn't waste any more words with her. "Turn around, stick your ass up, and kneel on the bed,"

he simply commanded.

Shen Si hadn't expected things to come to this. Although she had sex with Jim because of the advertisement, he was, after all, an excellent man. His temperament and speech were impeccable, he was very gentlemanly, and he had a strong body. The size of his penis was satisfactory, and it was also very beautiful. But in his excitement, Jim blurted out his thick, rustic dialect and swore, then gave her a blowjob, ruining her enjoyment of oral sex and leaving her somewhat disheartened. Now, Jim was coldly ordering her around like a prostitute, which angered her. In a huff, she rolled over, knelt on the bed, and stuck her large buttocks high in the air.

Jim stood naked behind her on the edge of the bed, holding Shen Si's round, beautiful buttocks—not thick, not bulky, but round, perky, and very elastic. Regardless, Shen Si's graceful figure still satisfied Jim. He held Shen Si's buttocks, gently caressing them, then guided his penis between her legs, the glans touching her vulva. Pushing open the vulva, she felt her penis being encased in a very similar, tightly wrapped pocket, before the glans finally touched the warm, moist flesh. Only then did Jim realize the exquisite beauty of Shen Si's pocket-like vulva.

He didn't hold back, grabbing Shen Si's buttocks and starting to fuck her. Watching his penis slide in and out between her legs, pulling on her labia as he withdrew, his penis quickly became wet. Shen Si was aroused by his fucking. Jim's penis was about the same length as Jeff's, but thicker. She was too familiar with Jeff's penis; so familiar that it no longer brought her pleasure. But when Jim's unfamiliar penis entered her cunt, it gave her great satisfaction.

Jim fucked Shen Si wildly, watching her long, alluring back, her slender waist, and her round, beautiful buttocks. She writhed ecstatically with each thrust, incredibly seductive. Just then, Shen Si's phone rang. She didn't want to answer, letting the shrill ringtone continue, but the phone kept ringing persistently, affecting their mood. Jim stopped, panting heavily, and said to Shen Si, "Christie, answer it." Shen Si had just gotten aroused by Jim's penetration from behind, but was interrupted. Frustrated, she picked up the phone, saw it was Jeff, pressed the hang-up button, put it on silent, tossed it aside, and then stuck her big butt up, burying her head on the bed. Only then did Jim restart, huffing and puffing as he continued his work.

Shen Si's vaginal muscles reached their peak from Jim's increasingly intense thrusting and rubbing. She reached between her legs, frantically stroking her clitoris, and screamed as she climaxed. Almost simultaneously, Jim, his penis still erect, thrust deeply into her, ejaculating with a series of splattering sounds.

Exhausted, Jim wanted to hold Shen Si's smooth, naked body and sleep for a while, but she refused. They agreed to meet the next day to sign a contract and discuss the collaboration, and Jim agreed.

After leaving, Shen Si called Jeff back, telling him that she had been with Jim. They didn't say what they were doing together, but they understood each other perfectly.

Back home, Shen Si stripped naked and locked herself in the bathroom, letting the hot water wash over her body. She cried out in anguish. She couldn't believe she had come to the point of selling her body for an advertisement. Remorsefully, she shoved the showerhead between her legs, letting the hot water wash away the man's filthy fluids left inside her. She attended the best school, was a top student, beautiful, elegant, and tall—everything about her was perfect. She should have had a loving husband and a fulfilling career. But now? She's stuck in a small company, the boss's mistress. Even worse, the boss would abandon her for advertising, making her use her body to get what she wants, making her worse off than prostitutes.

In the nights of Beijing, how many women sell their bodies for various reasons, only to fall into deep remorse after the pleasure? How many women cheat on their husbands to get what they want? How many men hand over their wives' bodies to get what they want? If sex and the possession of bodies are replaced by a life-or-death struggle, then the law of the jungle prevails everywhere in the city. Civilized society has only cloaked the evil in a hypocritical guise; the form has changed, but the essence remains the same.

Jeff lay alone at home, wondering what Shen Si and Jim had done that day. Judging from Shen Si's tone, they had done everything. This frustrated Jeff. It's really unpleasant to have your woman taken by someone else.

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