[Urban] A Life in Beijing (Complete) - 14

Chapter 24

The next day, Cao Shan had just arrived at the company when Wang Yimei called him to get some documents. Cao Shan was extremely unwilling, but he had no choice. He reluctantly went to Apple's office and asked the receptionist if President Wang was in her office. She didn't know where he was either. The receptionist asked if he wanted to call President Wang. Cao Shan thought for a moment and decided to call him himself.

A second later, Wang Yimei was in a guest room in the building. Cao Shan was even more worried!

Taking the elevator upstairs, Cao Shan's heart pounded. He had managed to resist Wang Yimei's advances several times, but he never expected that she would know Cheng Min. This meant Wang Yimei definitely knew about him and Cheng Min. Before, he could pretend to be a gentleman in front of her, but now, if he refused as before, Wang Yimei would definitely think he was faking it. Jian Guo's advice from last night kept echoing in his mind, summarized in six words: "If you have a cunt to fuck, you can make money!" But the damn problem was, whose cunt was it? It was the boss's wife's cunt; he couldn't just fuck it!

Wang Yimei's heart was pounding with excitement. Since her encounter with that student named Chu Fei, the two had indeed slept together several times. That's how people are; when they can't have something, they crave it; when they have it, they think it's acceptable; and once they have it, they yearn for something better. Wang Yimei's impression of that student was that he was utterly ordinary—his looks, abilities, and even his size were all incredibly average. She always felt something was missing. Perhaps it was his lack of handsomeness, perhaps his lack of skill in bed, perhaps his lack of restraint. That student was like a playground—a vast, empty space where you could see the toilets across the street. Cao Shan, on the other hand, was more like a Suzhou garden—a secluded, enchanting space, a place of feigned attraction and shy reluctance. Because of her status, he dared not be presumptuous, dared not openly reject her, yet she remained unattainable, and the more unattainable she was, the more she desired him.

More importantly, in Wang Yimei's mind, Cao Shan was Shen Si's boyfriend, and Shen Si was her husband's mistress. Possessing Cao Shan was a way for her to vent her anger. Therefore, she had to have Cao Shan!

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yimei felt a surge of excitement thinking about Cao Shan's handsome, slender figure. She couldn't help but rub her hands together through her underwear for a while, plotting how to handle him. With Wang Yimei's size and curvaceous figure, a single glance would be enough to make any ordinary man submit. But this tactic wouldn't work on Cao Shan; it would require much more effort, like a good soup that needs to be simmered slowly to become truly flavorful. Besides, he was still an employee of her husband's company. If she didn't handle things properly, it could lead to disaster, or even bigger trouble.

Cao Shan knocked three times on the door. Hearing Wang Yimei's reply from inside, he gently pushed the door open.

Cao Shan glanced inside and felt slightly relieved. This wasn't a standard hotel room, but rather a room that combined a living room and office. There was a desk and an executive chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and a sofa in the center of the room—simple office and living room furnishings, without a bed.

"Miss Ivy, hello, I'm here to deliver the documents you requested," Cao Shan forced a smile, speaking politely like a deliveryman.

"Oh, Cao Shan, just put the documents there," Wang Yimei said, not calling him "Shine" like Shen Si did, but following Cheng Min's example and calling him Cao Shan.

Cao Shan acknowledged and placed the documents on the coffee table beside him. Wang Yimei didn't offer him a seat, and he didn't dare to sit, so he just stood there awkwardly.

Wang Yimei, sitting in her executive chair, turned slightly, stood up, and slowly walked towards him. The bright sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows shone into the room, casting a sexy and beautiful silhouette of Wang Yimei's tall and sturdy figure in front of Cao Shan. Elegant and dignified, tall and beautiful, with a curvaceous figure, wide hips and a full bottom, long and thick legs, her high heels making her appear even more imposing, alluring, and intimidating.

Wang Yimei walked up to Cao Shan, her voluptuous and sexy body almost pressed against him. She asked a rather abrupt question, "Cao Shan, how tall are you?"

Cao Shan was taken aback for a moment, then quickly replied, "I...I'm 1.68 meters tall, and with shoes, I'm about 1.7 meters."

Wang Yimei smiled gently and said, "Cao Shan, did you know I'm 1.9 meters tall? How do you feel wearing these high heels today?"

She then leaned forward slightly, her large breasts pressing against Cao Shan's head.

Cao Shan flinched slightly, but didn't dare to move too far, his face already flushed. He lowered his head and said, "Pretty...pretty tall."

"Really? Do you like tall women?"

Wang Yimei asked breathlessly, her voice trembling with excitement at Cao Shan's embarrassed and shy expression.

"I...I...I...I don't know,"

Cao Shan stammered, unsure how to answer, his heart filled with indescribable emotions. Aside from her less-than-ideal looks, Wang Yimei was like a larger version of Qu Yan in terms of height and figure—even sexier, with bigger breasts, a fuller bottom, and longer, thicker legs. She was far more alluring to Cao Shan. Cao Shan thought, "Even if you were a prostitute, I'd pay to sleep with you." But she was a successful woman far superior to him, and his boss's wife. He felt a mix of emotions, unsure if it was fear or something else.

"Ha, you didn't know? Cheng Min told me you were like a little wolf when you met her, that you like tall women. What? I'm taller than her! How come you didn't know?"

Wang Yimei's voice was incredibly soft, making one feel a tingling sensation.

"Ivy, I... I didn't mean that,"

Cao Shan stammered, unsure how to respond.

"Oh? Is that so? Do you think I'm not pretty? Or are you afraid of something?"

Wang Yimei pressed on. She had been trying to be reserved, hoping Cao Shan would take the initiative. She was even willing to pretend to get something, sticking out her large buttocks, or casually spreading her legs to let him see her genitals, arousing his desire and making him willingly take her. But seeing Cao Shan, she couldn't control herself.

"I, I, Ivy, you know, I'm Jeff's employee."

Cao Shan felt uncomfortable as she pressed closer, her large breasts squeezing his head, so he had to invoke his boss's name.

"Huh? You're Jeff's employee? What's the special meaning behind telling me this? Are you warning me not to get too close?"

Mentioning Jeff only made Wang Yimei more unhappy.

Seeing Wang Yimei's anger, Cao Shan panicked. This was the boss's wife and a source of wealth; he couldn't afford to offend her. He quickly said, "I, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry."

"A good sorry!"

Wang Yimei was even angrier at Cao Shan's retreat. "Hmph, you think you're so high and mighty? Who do you think you are? I used to think you were a good guy, able to resist temptation.

Hmph, didn't you also sleep with a married woman for a small advertising deal? Do you think you're some kind of gentleman? You could disregard Cheng Min's husband, take her to Beidaihe, and sleep with her. Did you do it honorably? Stop pretending! You're afraid of Jeff? Okay, I won't let Jeff know unless you tell him. So what's there to worry about? Am I not pretty? Don't you like my big, burly appearance? Okay, one shouldn't be too willful, nor too hypocritical. Don't pretend too much." "You'll easily hurt your back! To be honest, your strategy of feigning retreat has worked. I admit, I'm attracted to you. I have a huge desire to conquer you, and I'll be miserable if I can't win you over.

Now that I've said this much, I think you should be realistic and stop pretending, okay? A gentleman is open and honest. You like tall women, and so do I. You want to make money, and I'll let you make it. I've already passed on this deal to Shen Si; you can sign it. Let's stop playing hide-and-seek, okay?"

Wang Yimei rattled off her words in one breath, smoothing her long hair, narrowing her eyes behind her glasses, which shimmered with long eyelashes, and looking at him seductively. The meaning was crystal clear; there was no way for him to hide, no way to pretend to be stupid. What were he going to do?

Wang Yimei reached out and draped her long arms over Cao Shan's shoulders, gently embracing him. Then she bent down and lightly kissed his neck. Her fragrant lips touched Cao Shan's skin, sending shivers down his spine. Cao Shan was extremely nervous; he hadn't expected Wang Yimei to be so proactive. Perhaps after her encounter with Cheng Min, she no longer cared. Wang Yimei held Cao Shan's thin body, her hands slowly sliding down to grasp his hands, gently guiding them back to her waist, pulling them to her plump, round buttocks. Cao Shan's palms were sweating; he could feel how wide, soft, and exquisite Wang Yimei's buttocks were.

Wang Yimei smiled and continued kissing Cao Shan's neck and earlobes. Cao Shan could hear her excited panting. Cao Shan wasn't a man of strong willpower. With such a sexy woman pressed against him, her full breasts almost pressing against his face, and her round, plump buttocks within his touch, if she weren't the company's most important client, if she weren't the boss's lover, Cao Shan probably would have already succumbed.

Wang Yimei pouted, leaned close to his ear, and whispered seductively, "Cao Shan, I know you like women like me, don't you? Just the two of us, what are you waiting for?"

Behind her glasses, Wang Yimei's almond-shaped eyes, brimming with allure, gazed at Cao Shan with infatuation. Cao Shan froze, tense and motionless. He didn't understand why Wang Yimei was seducing him. If she was truly so desperate, wouldn't she be able to pick any man she wanted? Why risk seducing her husband's employee? Last time in Wang Yimei's office, her sudden change of expression had terrified Cao Shan. What if she was testing him? What if she turned the tables on him? No, he absolutely couldn't make any move.

Seeing Cao Shan still standing there dumbfounded, Wang Yimei thought he looked like a frightened child and couldn't help but smile. Then, Wang Yimei slipped her hand into Cao Shan's crotch.

Cao Shan was terrified. What should he do? His penis was already rock hard, like a dragon. He watched as Wang Yimei's hand slowly reached inside. What would he do if she grabbed his penis? Could he withstand such teasing?

When Wang Yimei's slender, delicate hand reached into Cao Shan's crotch and grasped his hard, enormous penis, she was startled. Sure enough, despite Cao Shan's small stature, his member was terrifyingly large. She felt a surge of heat in her lower body; she was so excited, her crotch was already soaking wet. Wang Yimei was a woman with queen-like tendencies; she was strong, confident, and enjoyed the feeling of being superior. But today, she was determined to tease this young man properly.

To Cao Shan's surprise, Wang Yimei actually squatted down in front of him, then unzipped his pants, and pulled out his enormous penis, affectionately cupping it and gently rubbing it against her face. Cao Shan felt his penis exposed before this powerful woman, Wang Yimei, feeling fear, nervousness, and a strange excitement all at the same time. Next, Cao Shan realized what was happening, but couldn't believe it was real. Wang Yimei was kneeling beneath him, actually taking his penis into her mouth.

Cao Shan was stunned, his mind blank. Wang Yimei's move was ruthless! And her oral skills were indeed top-notch.

Cao Shan's swollen, purplish glans continued to swell and bloom under Wang Yimei's mouth. As Wang Yimei swallowed and released, Cao Shan dared not move, but the pleasure was like ascending to heaven.

To be honest, Wang Yimei's tall, strong, and plump body was absolutely tempting to Cao Shan. Her full breasts and round buttocks, her exaggerated sexiness, made his heart pound every time he saw her. Compared to Qu Yan, Wang Yimei could even give him double the stimulation. The night Hai Bo got drunk, he made him look at Qu Yan's big buttocks, and afterwards the two almost succeeded in having an affair. Cao Shan knew that getting Qu Yan's body would be easy. But why didn't Cao Shan take it a step further? Because he didn't want to do something that would betray his friend; one should not covet a friend's wife. In his mind, Wang Yimei was a better alternative to Qu Yan. She was taller, sexier, and more in line with his aesthetic. If it were a stranger, even someone he met online, he would definitely succumb to temptation and sleep with Wang Yimei. But Wang Yimei's identity made him hesitate. He thought that if Wang Yimei were more casual, gave him more time, and created a safe environment, like with Cheng Min, and dispelled his concerns, he might agree.

Although Wang Yimei wasn't as pretty as Cheng Min in the eyes of most people, and her figure was too tall and strong, in Cao Shan's mind, she was more to his liking than Cheng Min. But Wang Yimei was too impatient, and he couldn't agree; he couldn't take the risk.

Cao Shan allowed Wang Yimei to perform oral sex on him in an incredibly lewd manner. He gave himself away, but he absolutely couldn't show any reaction. If he took the slightest initiative, everything would spiral out of control.

Wang Yimei spat out Cao Shan's large penis, licking it from the glans to the base with her tongue like she was licking an ice pop, then lovingly pressed it against her cheek. Whether from shyness or excitement, Wang Yimei's face flushed slightly. She whispered, "I didn't expect you to really be a little wolfhound, no, a big wolfhound! How was it? Shen Si must have been quite satisfied with your big thing, right?"

After saying that, Wang Yimei chuckled lewdly to herself.

"No, no, I didn't..."

Cao Shan stood there nervously, his eyes closed, head tilted back, trembling.

"Didn't? Is she stupid? With such a good big thing, why would she seduce a married man?"

Wang Yimei said coldly.

Cao Shan's scalp tingled. Could it be that Wang Yimei knew about Shen Si and her boss Jeff?

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Wang Yimei smiled and tilted her head back, sticking out her tongue, starting from the base of Cao Shan's scrotum and licking all the way to his glans, making Cao Shan feel another wave of numbness. She slowly got up and hugged Cao Shan's thin body in her arms, her two large breasts pressing down on Cao Shan so much that he could hardly breathe. Wang Yimei grabbed Cao Shan's big penis and gently stroked it, then lowered her head and brought her lips to his mouth. Cao Shan slightly opened his eyes and saw Wang Yimei's face pouting and getting closer and closer. He was terrified. If Wang Yimei did this, he would definitely lose control in a few rounds. He subconsciously pushed Wang Yimei away.

“Ivy, I’m sorry, I… I’m not the kind of person you think I am. As for Cheng Min, maybe you’ve misunderstood.”

Cao Shan said, head bowed, panting heavily.

“Really?”

Wang Yimei thought everything was going smoothly, but Cao Shan still rejected her. She was disheartened.

“I know, I’m not as pretty as Cheng Min, I don’t have her figure. Yeah, you’ve already got her, why would you want me?”

Wang Yimei was discouraged, her voice trembling slightly.

“No, you’ve misunderstood. I don’t think you’re inferior to her. I… I have a girlfriend, do you understand?”

Cao Shan looked up at Wang Yimei.

“Fine, go.”

Wang Yimei snorted. “Your girlfriend is probably seeing some other guy right now!”

She wanted to hug him again, but Cao Shan’s rejection changed the atmosphere between them; the ambiguous, pink-tinged feeling was gone. Wang Yimei wanted to try again and win him over, but as a woman of her status, she had more self-respect; she didn’t want to appear too lowly.

Wang Yimei turned away from him, then picked up something and said, "Oh, right, come back, this is for you."

Wang Yimei reached out and handed him the tissue. Cao Shan took the tissue, wondering if it was some kind of vomit or menstrual blood. He opened it and found a short poem he'd idly written when Cheng Min and Wang Yimei met at the coffee shop that day.

"How did this end up with you?"

Cao Shan was somewhat surprised. He wondered if she was infatuated with him? A fetishist?

"You're quite talented. Go back and rewrite this poem properly; it might become something good,"

Wang Yimei said, her tone cold but her words encouraging.

Cao Shan pulled up his pants, looking disheveled, and left Wang Yimei's room. He hailed a taxi back to the company, thinking he was starting to succumb to Wang Yimei's combination of soft and hard tactics. He should have a serious talk with Shen Si.

At the end of the month, it was time to summarize the month's business. For a small advertising company like Jeff's, this meant some people would be leaving. Shen Si made some proposals. One was that although Cao Shan hadn't had any ads this month, he was essentially Shen Si's assistant because he was liaising with Apple, so she suggested giving Cao Shan a raise. The other was that Cui Haibo from Department Three hadn't had any ads for two months. Logically, he should be fired for not closing a deal in March, but the end of the year was the time to boost performance and compete for advertising slots. Should Haibo be fired?

Shen Si took the proposal to Jeff, and both Cao Shan and Hai Bo's proposals were approved. This meant Hai Bo would lose his job.

Jeff and Shen Si were discussing the future of the other sales staff and their commissions when Wang Yimei called Jeff's cell phone.

The reason was simple: Cao Shan had annoyed Wang Yimei, so she wanted to teach the kid a lesson. Also, she wanted to kill two birds with one stone, embarrassing Shen Si as well, and disciplining her protégé. The call was brief: first, the company headquarters' advertising strategy had changed, creating uncertainty with the Beijing Yellow Pages advertising deal—this was just a warning shot. Second, Cao Shan, the assistant Shen Si had sent, seemed to have communication problems with clients, and she wanted to discuss this with Shen Si.

Jeff hung up, furious. It was clearly Cao Shan's fault. Cao Shan was personally recruited by Shen Si, which was understandable, but Jeff knew Shen Si's ulterior motives. Cao Shan had accidentally closed one deal, thus avoiding trouble, but so far, he had only closed one advertising deal! Later, he became Shen Si's assistant, helping with work negotiations with his wife, Wang Yimei.

"What's so good about Cao Shan?"

Jeff muttered, complaining about Shen Si's favoritism, unaware that his wife was more interested in this junior employee's large penis.

Shen Si knew Jeff was angry, so she quietly handed him a cup of coffee, placed her hand on his thigh, gently stroking it, and said slowly, "He's not good in any way, but he's not bad at all. I can't deal with Wang Yimei every day; I'd break down eventually. But who should I entrust this to? My sales staff are all very capable, but they don't use their skills properly. I don't trust them with the later stages of this deal. Cao Shan is someone I hired; he hasn't been assimilated into the sales world yet, and he still retains the innocence and self-respect of a recent graduate. He won't do anything harmful to the company, which is why I entrusted this to him. He lacks social experience, and you know Wang Yimei is a perfectionist; it's inevitable that she'll be dissatisfied."

Jeff, still sulking, said, "Is there really no one in the entire company more suitable than Shine? I don't believe it. Humph,"

he snorted, "or you have ulterior motives."

Seeing her lover's persistent attitude, Shen Si also became unwilling to back down, standing up and saying, "Jeff, what ulterior motives do I have? In the years we've been together, I've wholeheartedly helped you, never trying to break up your family. What ulterior motives could I possibly have? A mere salesperson like you makes me have ulterior motives? I ask you, do you love me or that Wang Yimei?"

Jeff was stunned; he hadn't realized the conversation had veered this far. Almost instinctively, he said, "Of course it's you, honey."

But Shen Si wasn't impressed by Jeff's sweet talk, instead giving a bitter smile. "Is what you call love? You can get advertising by letting me sleep with Jim, but would you let your wife do the same?"

Jeff was speechless, yet similar images had flashed through his mind before. When Shen Si was being played by someone else, he felt displeasure, but also a kind of excitement, a thrill, like the sneaky pleasure of waiting for a thief to steal something, treating the thief as a performance. But the thought of his wife being played by another man filled Jeff with nothing but anger, an uncontrollable rage. He couldn't understand his own feelings. Logically, he should love Shen Si more; he could basically abandon his wife who had shared his hardships, but he just couldn't get past the hurdle of family ethics and morality.

Every time Shen Si thought about her relationship with Jim, she felt incredibly wronged, especially by Jeff's indifference towards her. Seeing her lover remain silent, she gave a bitter smile and softly said, "I already have my answer."

Shen Si turned to leave, but Jeff grabbed her, gripping her soft shoulders, and whispered, "Honey, I do love you more, but whatever your answer or outcome, it has nothing to do with love."

"Is that so?"

Shen Si's eyes welled up with tears again. She realized that her sexual transaction with Jim had become a barrier between her and Jeff. "Okay, I understand. I'll talk to Shine when he gets back."

Shen Si returned to her office, and Wang Yimei's call immediately followed.

"Hi, Christie, did Jeff just tell you? Your boyfriend… mmm, I'm not very satisfied."

Wang Yimei spoke in a very Western tone, elegant yet somewhat sarcastic.

"Your little boyfriend? Hello, Ivy, what aspect are you dissatisfied with?"

Hearing Wang Yimei mention it, Shen Si remembered that she had been told Cao Shan was her little boyfriend.

"Yes, I'm dissatisfied with everything, you know. He's too immature, he doesn't know how to meet the client's needs, do you understand?"

"Ivy, Jeff just relayed that to me. I'm very sorry. When Shine comes back, I'll definitely give him a good talking-to and make sure he meets the client's needs to the greatest extent possible."

Shen Si tried to remain composed.

"Christie, you don't need to give me those high-sounding words. I know Jeff is very good to you. A woman's intuition is sometimes quite accurate. Bye." Wang Yimei said this somewhat resentfully before hanging up.

Just after hanging up with Wang Yimei, Cao Shan called.

"Hey, Christie, I want to talk to you. What about Wang Yimei…"

From Jeff to Wang Yimei, Shen Si had been suppressing her grievances, but with Cao Shan, she couldn't hold back anymore. With a brief and cold tone, she told him, "Come back to the company and find me in my office."

Shen Si's indifference towards Cao Shan made him feel suffocated. He had already been wronged by Wang Yimei, but now he felt like he was caught in the middle. Once inside the company, Yang Fan stuck out his tongue at him and whispered, "Shine, Chisty wants you to go to her office as soon as you get back. She seems very angry."

"Okay, thank you."

Cao Shan forced a smile and nervously walked to Shen Si's office, knocking lightly twice on the door. He wasn't as impulsive as last time.

Once inside, Cao Shan was about to speak, but seeing Shen Si's stern face, he swallowed back his words. Instead, he was met with a barrage of criticism from Shen Si.

"Shine, I know you're new and not used to doing business alone, so I gave you this rare opportunity to learn. But today, a customer complained to Jeff, expressing great dissatisfaction with your service. Tell me, what happened?"

Shen Si sat behind her desk, her tall frame leaning back, staring intently at him.

“Christie, this isn’t my fault…”

Cao Shan tried to explain.

"I'm not asking who's to blame or who's to blame, do you understand? I'm asking you what exactly made the customer dissatisfied? Do you know how much loss it would cause if this deal were lost because of you? Can an incompetent salesperson like you bear the consequences? Do you recent graduates really think you're some kind of genius? Your abilities are lower than the earth, but your ambitions are higher than the sky. Your self-cultivation is close to zero, but your self-esteem is almost infinite!"

Shen Si couldn't help but launch into another barrage of attacks.

Cao Shan, full of grievances, originally wanted to have a proper talk with Shen Si, but he didn't expect to be met with such cold sarcasm. His previous interactions with Shen Si had given him a vague feeling that Shen Si had some affection for him, making Cao Shan feel a little smug. But he never expected that in Shen Si's heart, he was just a small salesperson, nothing special.

When she needed his help, she would speak kindly to him; when she didn't, she would berate him mercilessly. Cao Shan felt a tightness in his chest, his nose stinging with tears. He held back his anger, finally saying, "I'll be more careful next time. I

'll go back now if there's nothing else." He turned to leave.

"Come back!"

Shen Si called after him, then softly asked, "Shine, what exactly did Wang Yimei do to you?"

Hearing Shen Si's concerned words, Cao Shan's nose stung again, and his voice trembled. "Christie, I... I can't take it anymore. Wang Yimei, she... she... wanted to... do... do that to me."

Shen Si was shocked. She had expected Wang Yimei to make things difficult for Cao Shan, or perhaps develop an unusual fondness for this handsome young man, but she hadn't expected Wang Yimei to make a move on him—after all, she was Jeff's wife.

"Are you sure?"

Shen Si asked.

Cao Shan finally found an outlet for his emotions, telling Shen Si about his interactions with Wang Yimei over the past few days, and how she had schemed to seduce him. Of course, he concealed the absurd scene that had finally occurred between him and Wang Yimei that day. “Christie, even though I’m alone in Beijing, I have a girlfriend. I don’t want to do anything to betray her. Even if business involves dealing with people, I can’t do something like this. Doesn’t Wang Yimei have any concerns? Even if she’s absolutely certain we won’t tell Jeff about her, and Jeff won’t believe it, you already told her I was your boyfriend when you met her. Why would she still target me?”

Cao Shan’s last sentence jolted Shen Si awake, and she understood everything. Perhaps Cao Shan was attractive to her, perhaps not. But Wang Yimei was determined to use Cao Shan to exchange for the contract. Because Shen Si had stolen her husband, she wanted to steal Shen Si’s boyfriend.

Thinking of this, Shen Si felt relieved. She had thought Wang Yimei would have some sophisticated scheme, but it turned out to be nothing more than this. Okay, then she would play along.

Shen Si adopted the demeanor of an older sister, walked to Cao Shan’s side, gently stroked his head, and then, surprisingly, hugged him.

Cao Shan rested his head on Shen Si's soft chest, unsure of what to do. It wasn't until Shen Si slowly released him that the tender embrace dissolved all his unease. Shen Si held Cao Shan's shoulders gently and said, "Shine, listen to me. Although this is difficult for you, and I don't want to interfere with your choices, I sincerely hope you'll help me. Let's complete this advertising deal together. You know, if this ad is successful, you'll receive a considerable reward. Although it's not commission, I guarantee it will be more than what you received last time."

But Cao Shan remained unmoved, feeling a chill at Shen Si's attempt to entice him with money. He looked up at Shen Si and slowly said, "Christie, thank you for taking me in, thank you for taking care of me in every way. I actually consider you my older sister, and I thought you treated me like your younger brother. I only have one question for you: do you really want to see me fall into her hands?"

These words left Shen Si with mixed feelings. She thought to herself, this young man is really naive. It's all because he's so popular with women. I wonder if I've ever had feelings for him myself. She said, somewhat emotionally, "Shine, I took care of you, I hired you, and I had my own reasons, my own selfish motives. I treat you like a younger brother, but not just that, you understand? To survive, you have to face and accept things you don't want to do. If you get through it, you succeed; if you don't, you fail. Isn't that the same for me, Shine? No matter why, for me, for your girlfriend, or for yourself to have a better life in Beijing, let's get through this together, okay? I'll repay you, really."

Shen Si looked at Cao Shan with deep affection, her eyes full of tenderness, making Cao Shan quite embarrassed.

What else could he say when his leader had put it that way? It all boiled down to fucking, right? Besides, Wang Yimei's tall and strong body was sexually appealing to Cao Shan, and it perfectly matched Jian Guo's advice—"Fuck me, make money, what else is there to say?" Cao Shan nodded vigorously and was about to leave when he suddenly noticed a large red cross on the personnel appointment and dismissal receipt signed by Jeff on Shen Si's desk, next to Hai Bo's name.

Cao Shan hurriedly asked, "Chirstie, this, Hai Bo, what happened? Will he be fired?"

"Yes, this salesman hasn't closed a deal in two months, and it's the end of the year now. Letting him go early might not hinder his job search,"

Shen Si said calmly. Firing salesmen was nothing new to her.

"But, but if you fire him, he'll be unemployed. He might not be able to stay in Beijing. The New Year is almost here, how will he get through it?"

Cao Shan was very anxious.

“Shine,”

Shen Si said with a smile, “Society is cruel like that; the law of survival of the fittest applies. If he can’t do it, he’ll have to reap what he sows. Sales is the job that best demonstrates your value. If a salesperson is unsuccessful, then he has no reason to survive in this ecosystem. He’ll be the first little antelope to be eaten by the leopard. So, you have to work hard too.”

“But, but he’s my best friend at the company.”

Cao Shan didn’t dare say that Hai Bo was his classmate. “I want to beg you, can you give him another chance? Even if it’s after the Spring Festival, please?”

Shen Si didn’t expect Cao Shan to make this request. She secretly laughed at Cao Shan for being so foolishly loyal. What did he care about other people’s lives? But she still agreed.

Cao Shan left with a satisfied smile, leaving Shen Si deep in thought. She thought to herself, Wang Yimei, don’t you think Cao Shan is my boyfriend? You want to mess with him? Then go ahead and mess with him. Jeff, I'm sorry. Although you can't accept your wife sleeping with another man, your Wang Yimei is willing, Jeff. You gave my body to another man, fine, I'll let you taste what it's like to have your wife fucked by someone else. Whether you know it or not, whether you like it or not, it's all up to fate.

Shen Si enjoyed the dark pleasure in her pain. She suddenly understood Jeff's idea of giving her to Jim—a person who has lost his conscience in the business world will not give up until he achieves his goal.

Shen Si still went all out to be a good person, calling Hai Bo to her office, showing him Jeff's instructions, and telling him that he was supposed to be fired, but Cao Shan would rather forgo the bonus he received from contacting Apple than let him lose his job. Hai Bo was naturally very grateful.

Chapter 25

Hai Bo, who had escaped a disaster, returned from Shen Si's office, but felt increasingly uneasy. Although Cao Shan had helped him time and time again, he knew with his own brain that this was not helping him at all. It was clearly because of his girlfriend, Qu Yan. At school, he was an nobody, easily lost in a crowd, while Cao Shan was a prominent figure. Cao Shan never even gave him a second glance, let alone chatted or made friends with him. After graduation, although they shared an apartment, there was no real friendship

between them. Hai Bo was annoyed by constantly needing Cao Shan's help; each instance of proving himself useless made him feel indebted, inferior, and very uncomfortable.

Last time, fueled by alcohol, Haibo got Cao Shan a favor by showing him Qu Yan's big butt, a kind of repayment for his advances. But Haibo felt suffocated. He kept cursing himself, realizing he'd fallen so low that all he could offer was a glimpse of his girlfriend's body. He felt utterly pathetic as a man. He deeply loved Qu Yan, but he'd come to terms with it. Material things determine one's spirit. Given his current state, he knew he couldn't possibly spend his life with Qu Yan indefinitely. Whether it was Cao Shan or that damn boss Xu Shaowei, who coveted Qu Yan more than him?

As long as he could be with Qu Yan and make her happy, he'd turn a blind eye to everything else. "Cao Shan, if you really have ulterior motives and actually have sex with my girlfriend, as long as I don't catch you, I'll consider it a debt I owe you. You've brought Qu Yan pleasure for me, damn it!"

Haibo wandered over to Bob's department, and seeing that neither Qu Yan nor Cao Shan were there, he went downstairs and called Qu Yan.

"Hey, honey, where are you?"

Haibo called out affectionately to Qu Yan into the phone.

"Honey, I just finished meeting a client," Qu Yan replied sweetly. Qu Yan's unwavering loyalty touched him deeply.

"I have something to tell you. Christie just called me to her office. Because of my poor performance, Jeff originally wanted me to resign, but I heard Cao Shan helped out and vouched for Christie. Cao Shan has helped us time and time again; we should really thank him. How about we treat him to dinner tonight?"

Haibo told Qu Yan everything without hiding anything.

"Oh? Really? Honey, you're just unlucky. Everyone at the company knows you're the most hardworking, diligent, and dedicated. How could Jeff be so impatient?"

Hearing that Haibo's job was in danger, even with Cao Shan's help, Qu Yan knew he was upset and quickly tried to smooth things over, warming his heart. He even hesitated to proceed with his plans, but he didn't like owing anyone anything, and he wanted to repay this favor.

“Honey, listen to me. Last time I caused trouble while drunk, it embarrassed Cao Shan and us all. I know he's good to you, but I'm lucky to have such a wonderful girl like you, I can't let him not have his eye on me, right? Okay, I'm free, I'll go home and buy some meat and vegetables, we'll treat him to hot pot tonight. You call Cao Shan later, we'll go back to the company together, and then you two come back together.”

Hai Bo paused, then added, “If you two come back a little late, it's okay. Do you understand what I mean?”

Saying the last sentence, Hai Bo felt a chill in his heart. This was tantamount to admitting that Cao Shan and Hai Yan had done something, and as long as it was behind his back, he wouldn't pursue it.

But Hai Bo had no idea that while he was unconscious that night, Cao Shan had almost inserted his huge penis into his girlfriend's tender vagina, and Cao Shan had even licked Qu Yan's vulva. He wondered if he would still be so calm if he knew the truth.

"..."

Having witnessed Haibo's drunken outburst last time, Qu Yan clearly understood his meaning. She choked up, unable to speak. Qu Yan didn't understand. Although Cao Shan wanted to possess her, and she had feelings for him, she was, after all, Haibo's girlfriend. That night, she had been seduced, teased, and frightened, truly losing her senses and giving in to Cao Shan's desires. Cao Shan had licked her genitals, something she later deeply regretted. She was also thankful that she hadn't actually had any sexual contact with Cao Shan; at least her most private parts, her most private patch of grass, still belonged to Haibo alone. She had talked to Cao Shan, explaining that her actions that night were absurd, and that her previous confessions to him were at most repaying a debt of gratitude, not truly wanting to give herself to him. Her heart belonged only to Haibo, and Cao Shan understood. But unexpectedly, Haibo was causing trouble again. What did he want? Did he really want to repay Cao Shan's kindness with his body? Or did Haibo have a cuckold complex? Regardless of the reason, it chilled Qu Yan to the bone. What a blow it was to a woman when the man she wanted to entrust her life to was forced to give up his body because of financial hardship.

Hai Bo heard only silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a series of busy tones, and his heart sank.

All the way home, he kept asking himself, if something really happened between Cao Shan and Qu Yan, could he really be magnanimous?

If Qu Yan's body was truly possessed by another man, would he still love her?

Qu Yan hung up the phone, only then feeling the chill of the autumn wind on her cheeks. She wiped them with her hand, finding her face streaked with tears. Her mind was in turmoil, a mixture of sadness, pain, and various other emotions, leaving only numbness, a complete numbness in her mind.

However, Qu Yan still called Cao Shan, telling him to go home together. Hai Bo had already gone home to prepare dinner to thank him, and they arranged a meeting place.

Not long after, Cao Shan saw Qu Yan walking towards them from afar. They waved to each other.

Qu Yan looked stunning today. She wore a beige, loose-fitting, plush sweater paired with a camel-colored scarf, which made her fair complexion appear even whiter. She wore a plaid knee-length skirt, cashmere black stockings, and black mid-calf boots, her long, shapely legs subtly revealed. She exuded elegance. Cao Shan's heart pounded. It wasn't just Qu Yan's tall, voluptuous figure that was both graceful and beautiful, but also because this was their first time alone together since that absurd encounter that had crossed the line.

Cao Shan coveted Qu Yan's body, but they were classmates, fellow travelers in Beijing, the people he knew best in the city, and she was the girlfriend of his classmate, buddy, and brother. Cao Shan had once pressed his face against Qu Yan's naked, white body, his face close to her soft, full breasts. Qu Yan had completely opened her heart to him, but the subsequent events felt like a desperate pullback. Afterwards, both were somewhat fearful, even Cao Shan felt it was best not to take things any further with Qu Yan. That's often how it is with women. When they don't have something, they use every trick in the book; but once they get it, or have the opportunity, they often become hesitant and timid. At least for now, and even for some time to come, he, Haibo, and Qu Yan will still have to see each other frequently. If he really takes that step... it'll be too late to take it back. If Zhang Ning finds out, the trouble will be immense.

Cao Shan felt it was best to avoid trouble and tried to see Qu Yan as little as possible, even avoiding her at work.

That incident had a greater impact on Qu Yan. Every time she thought about it, it seemed like an outburst of desire had led her to become uncontrollably promiscuous. Fortunately, she didn't have any intimate contact with Cao Shan, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to remain friends. Seeing Cao Shan deliberately avoiding her, Qu Yan was relieved.

Qu Yan slowly walked to Cao Shan's side, and the two looked at each other, both feeling rather awkward.

"You're here." "Yeah, I'm here." Neither of them spoke, their eyes meeting with mutual attraction, yet they deliberately maintained a distance. A short, thin boy and a tall, elegant girl walking side by side on a sidewalk still attracted quite a few glances.

"Hehe, thank goodness we're not a couple. If we were, you probably couldn't stand the stares. You could tell from their eyes they were saying, 'How can someone as short as me walk with someone as tall as you?'"

Cao Shan made conversation.

Qu Yan looked up at the sky, smiled slightly, and said, "Really? Maybe. But girls as tall as me have certain height requirements for their partners, you know. You... you don't qualify."

She then covered her mouth and giggled.

Cao Shan's heart tightened. He could make fun of his height himself, but hearing it from Qu Yan's mouth still made him a little sad, though of course he wouldn't show it. He crunched the fallen leaves under his feet, making a deliberate crunching sound, and looked down at them, saying, "Really? I've heard that geneticists study that both men and women prefer the opposite sex who are their opposites. For example, I like tall girls, while you should like short guys."

"Oh... really?"

A slight blush rose to Qu Yan's cheeks, seemingly from the cool autumn wind on her fair skin. According to geneticists, Qu Yan and Cao Shan were a perfect match, but such thoughts seemed utterly inappropriate in this situation. So Qu Yan quickly changed the subject: "Cao Shan, thank you. Since we settled in this building, you've helped Haibo so much; I'm truly grateful. Haibo is a very honest man; he doesn't know how to express gratitude, so he asked me to come over. He's going home to prepare something, and I'll treat you to hot pot."

Qu Yan deliberately implied that Cao Shan was helping Haibo, while she was expressing gratitude on Haibo's behalf.

Cao Shan understood. Fortunately, after that absurd incident, he learned to bury his desires for Qu Yan deep within himself—or perhaps, Qu Yan's complete acceptance of him that time was a secret. Like playing Super Mario, passing the level was enough; there was no need to defeat Bowser.

"Yeah..."

Cao Shan chuckled dryly, continuing to walk alongside Qu Yan. From an outsider's perspective, although the man was shorter than the woman, they clearly looked like a couple. No one knew the subtle relationship between them.

"Sigh, Haibo, it's really unnecessary. We just graduated; who knows who'll be begging whom? Besides, we're classmates, what's the big deal about helping each other? In sales, there are lucky and unlucky times. Maybe Haibo will make a fortune someday."

"Sigh," Qu Yan sighed, "If you said that right after graduation, I'd believe you. Now, it seems unlikely Haibo will make a fortune unless he wins the lottery. Actually, Haibo is quite sensitive and ambitious, but this job has made him...sigh, he's very insecure and lacks confidence now."

After saying this, Qu Yan smiled, clenching her fist in an encouraging gesture. "But it's okay, I can make money. I think I'm better at sales than him. I'll work hard, don't you think?"

Cao Shan turned to look at Qu Yan; her fair face was flushed red from the cold, and her large, watery eyes shone with hope. He hurriedly said, "Yes, you can definitely do it."

He thought to himself, "Qu Yan is such a wonderful girl. We work hard together during the day, and at night I can pound into her round, plump butt. It's the kind of life even celestial beings envy. It's a pity it didn't happen to me.

" Unfortunately, Qu Yan was already taken. "I really hope Haibo can regain his confidence..."

Qu Yan looked up, watching her breath dissipate into the blue sky above, which was a deep, almost somber blue, while the western sky was gradually turning from white to a pale yellow by the setting sun.

"Qu Yan, I... I didn't mean anything by it."

Cao Shan saw how concerned Qu Yan seemed and wanted to express his thoughts, but he hesitated.

"Go ahead, it's okay."

Qu Yan smiled at Cao Shan; his hesitant, unspoken manner was both cute and handsome.

"Hehe, I'm a little tired. Let's sit down and rest."

Cao Shan suggested, and Qu Yan agreed. No matter how tired she was, how far could they walk at this pace?

Older neighborhoods in the city center generally have more complete recreational facilities, since most residents are Beijingers, unlike those outside the Fifth Ring Road.

The two sat on a bench, and Cao Shan continued, "I... I think, Haibo's current work situation is one thing, and you two at night... that's another. I think..." "

..."

Qu Yan hadn't expected Cao Shan to say this, and blushed, lowering her head in silence. Seeing her awkwardness, Cao Shan also felt he had spoken inappropriately.

After a long while, Qu Yan bit her lip, looked up at Cao Shan, and slowly said, "It's okay, go ahead." "I'd better not say anything more. Let's go back; Haibo must be getting impatient."

Cao Shan regretted it; half a sentence had plunged their relationship back into awkwardness.

Cao Shan stood up to leave, but Qu Yan pulled him back down. Her face was expressionless; she simply repeated, "It's okay, go ahead."

Cao Shan thought for a moment, realizing this was actually for their own good, and said, "Don't laugh at me, I might know more about this..."

"Really? Do you want to teach me something?"

Qu Yan's tone wasn't teasing; it was somewhat angry.

She thought Cao Shan was taking advantage of the situation to have impure thoughts again.

Cao Shan quickly waved his hand, "Qu Yan, Qu Yan, I didn't mean anything by it. I mean, I've seen a kind of auxiliary tool that increases his size, and then Viagra helps him prolong the duration. That way, you two would be harmonious, right? You know I have feelings for you, but I cherish our friendship more. If it weren't for Hai Bo, I might not have waited until now to hold you in my arms, but with Hai Bo, I can't do that." "

..."

Qu Yan didn't speak, but after hearing Cao Shan's words, her gaze softened. She had just been thinking that if Cao Shan said anything inappropriate, she would firmly refuse. But she didn't expect Cao Shan to say this.

Women are more fickle about sex than about feelings, especially for a conservative yet sexually active woman like Qu Yan. Perhaps out of gratitude, or perhaps driven by desire, she might have moments of irrational and unrestrained passion, but when she regains her senses, the immense guilt makes her more conservative, abandoning her sexual desires and upholding fidelity in love. Qu Yan had always been loyal to Hai Bo. If she really had sex with Cao Shan, the brief pleasure would likely be followed by endless pain. It was better to pull back from the brink. After all, sex was just a spice of life.

"Look, there's a sex shop up ahead, why don't we go in and take a look?"

Cao Shan tentatively asked.

"Have you been there before?"

Qu Yan asked softly, her head down.

"Just once. Didn't you see my stuff? Want to go?"

Cao Shan asked, also a little embarrassed.

"Mmm," Qu Yan's voice was barely audible.

Pulling open the narrow frosted glass door, the small sex shop, illuminated by pink lights, seemed so ambiguous and suggestive. Qu Yan was extremely nervous, keeping her head down and remaining silent. She had never been to a place like this with Hai Bo before, yet Cao Shan had brought her here.

"Hello, what do you two need?"

A plain-looking female clerk smiled and spoke with a non-local accent, trying to sound like she was speaking with a Beijing accent. She quickly glanced at the two customers who had just entered. The man was thin and small, while the woman was tall and large. They were definitely a couple who enjoyed playing around.

"Um, um, do you... do you have any penis enlargement condoms?"

Cao Shan was understandably nervous.

"Yes," the saleswoman replied, turning back to retrieve a few from the shelf. Instead of handing them to Cao Shan, she placed them in front of Qu Yan, smiling as she asked, "Miss, what size would you like?"

Qu Yan felt her blood rush to her head, her face instantly turning red. She hurriedly turned her head towards the window, muttering, "What, anything is fine."

The saleswoman chuckled, noting that the two looked quite young, perhaps even college students. "Then, sir, why don't you choose one for your girlfriend?"

"Medium, medium size is fine. And two Viagra pills, please,"

Cao Shan said, head bowed and face flushed.

The worldly-wise waitress smiled at the two awkward girls, wrote out the receipt, and Cao Shan hurriedly paid, pulling Qu Yan along as they walked out. He overheard the waitress muttering behind them, "That skinny little monkey finding a mature woman, isn't he overestimating himself?" Cao Shan pretended not to hear; after all, it wasn't for him.

They hailed a taxi, with Qu Yan in the back and Cao Shan in the passenger seat, and drove north in silence.

Meanwhile, Bob Lu Hailong got out of the taxi and walked into the residential area. He lived in an old neighborhood in the south of the city, a small two-bedroom apartment of about 50 square meters, which belonged to his wife. His wife was from Beijing; they met through business. She worked as an advertising editor at a magazine, which was another way of saying she was an advertising salesperson. His wife was the typical Beijing girl: straightforward and outspoken, a little over 18 centimeters tall, slightly plump, with good, fair skin and a round face. Her eyes were quite pretty, curving like crescent moons when she smiled. Overall, she wasn't conventionally beautiful, but she was very alluring, clearly a slut. Lu Hailong didn't want anything else; he came to Beijing from a rural area in Northeast China to make a living, hoping to settle down, marry a Beijing wife, own his own house, and eventually have his children get Beijing residency—for him, it would be a source of pride for his family. Lu Hailong had indirectly learned that his wife did indeed work as a public bus driver at the school, and, not to mention, two men in her neighborhood had slept with her before. Lu Hailong launched his offensive, and they soon slept together. On their first night, Lu Hailong held her fair and plump body, parting her two thick, round, and fleshy white legs. He saw her dark red labia majora and dark pubic hair dangling between her thighs. Lu Hailong thought it confirmed his previous investigation; she was indeed a slut, her vagina had been fucked until it was black. Her parents' only dissatisfaction with Lu Hailong was that he was from out of town, but he earned a lot, was a manager, and their daughter had a "reputation," so they didn't have any objections. The two had gotten married six months ago, and the elderly couple moved into a house in the Fourth Ring Road, using this small two-bedroom apartment in the southern part of the city as their marital home. Just like that, Lu Hailong was practically a half-Beijing resident.

After the marriage, Lu Hailong didn't discover that his wife had any extramarital affairs with other men. In fact, he didn't care; instead, he developed a different kind of affection for his wife. Every time he thought about how his wife had slept with many men before they got married, how her voluptuous, fair body had been pinned down by countless men, and how her hairy, horny vagina had been penetrated by countless men's penises of different sizes and shapes, he felt a strange excitement. Gradually, he started taking nude photos of his wife and posting them online to share with others. On one hand, he found it exciting to watch others have sex with his wife; on the other hand, he always felt resentful about the many men his wife had been with before, and he wanted to sleep with other girls, like innocent girls like Yang Fan. But his wife's fiery personality would never allow him to cheat. If his wife ended up with another man, at least he would have an explanation, both in her own community and in her family's.

In 2001, China's internet was growing amidst the gradual bursting of the bubble. In this process of weeding out the fake and retaining the real, some pornographic websites began to flourish. At that time, internet control wasn't as strict as it is now, so pornographic resources from our close neighboring country were more easily shared with us. Back then, websites were mostly text and images, and masturbating to pictures became a habit for many users. Sitting on the sofa (or "sofa") to masturbate was undoubtedly the most enjoyable and comfortable option, hence the terms "sofa" and "bench." Lu Hailong not only had a communist spirit but was also willing to invest heavily. He installed a wired internet connection and spent several thousand yuan on a then-trendy Nikon Coolpix 990 camera. Besides its high-end features like a top LCD screen and mode dial, the lens could also rotate, making it perfect for taking pictures.

The first thing Lu Hailong did when he got home was turn on his computer, click on a website in his bookmarks, log in, and read the replies from his fellow users. Every time he saw them praising his wife's fair and voluptuous body, he felt incredibly excited.

Almost simultaneously, his wife, Li Jing, also came home from work.

"Hey, Hailong, you're back early today! Didn't you say you'd be busy at the end of the year? Why are you back so early? Oh, you even bought some fruit? Bananas must be expensive, right? How much per pound? Goodness, the sun must have risen in the west! You even know to bring things home now? What's wrong with you?"

Li Jing greeted him non-stop as soon as she entered the door, speaking in a thick Beijing accent.

Lu Hailong was in the inner room looking at his computer, rubbing his penis, and casually replied, "You're back, wife. What? You think I came back early? Want to bring a gigolo home?"

Lu Hailong grumbled.

"Hey, Lu Hailong, are you alright?" Li Jing started scolding him as she hung up her coat and changed into slippers. "Can't you hope for something better? Do you really want your wife to find a gigolo? Let me tell you, don't rush me, if you ever make me angry, I'll really find one and you'll cry your eyes out."

"Sure, I'll help you find one, okay?"

Hailong said with a smile.

After they finished eating, Li Jing watched TV in the living room while Hailong played on the computer in the inner room, interacting with his male friends. Last time he said he'd ask them to send pictures of penises for his wife to see, and a few actually did. They all looked quite tall, and the men had good physiques. One of them, named "Clearly Not an Angel," was particularly good, which made Hailong even more excited. Coincidentally, a salesman named Xu Ming who had come to the company with Cao Shan last time had inadvertently discovered a link to this pornographic website on the company computer, which Xu Ming often used when working overtime. Judging from the name and the full-body photo he sent, the muscular man looked somewhat like Xu Ming. Xu Ming usually seemed like a playboy, but looking at his physique, he certainly had it.

Regardless, Lu Hailong had been quite supportive of him at the company. He'd given Xu Ming a deal with Cao Shan, and several other unfinished deals from those who had been fired, allowing him to earn a small amount of money. Xu Ming was grateful to Lu Hailong, but little did he know what Lu Hailong was thinking.

Lu Hailong was looking at something when he suddenly noticed his wife, Li Jing, leaning against the doorframe, smiling at him. "What are you looking at? What's so interesting?"

she said, walking over. Lu Hailong panicked, quickly closing the webpage. His hand trembled, and the mouse even flew off. He had no choice but to turn off the monitor.

Lu Hailong sat awkwardly in front of the computer chair, chuckling, "Nothing, nothing. Hehe." "Don't be like that, don't say 'nothing,' let me see what you've been looking at!"

Li Jing knew he wasn't up to anything, so she walked over to the computer and saw that Lu Hailong's pants were unzipped, revealing a large bulge in his underwear. Li Jing laughed and pushed him, continuing, "Well, you've really gotten to work. You've never been up to anything, have you? You have so much energy, but you don't use it in bed, you dedicate it all to your little hands, huh? Let me see what you're looking at!"

She said, her face hardening, and was about to turn on the monitor.

Lu Hailong quickly blocked her, saying, "Wife, you can look, but you can't get angry."

"Why would I get angry? You just look at porn and masturbate, what's there to be angry about? Get out of my way!"

She said, blocking Lu Hailong's hand and turning on the monitor.

"Wow, this woman is pretty fair-skinned, let me take a look." Li Jing was quite open-minded, but the more she looked, the more something seemed off.

"Wife, this is you,"

Lu Hailong said with an awkward smile.

"What?"

Li Jing looked closely, and sure enough, there it was—a full, fair figure, and her own hairy vulva. Wasn't this the photo Lu Hailong had taken of her a couple of days ago before they had sex? "Lu Hailong! Are you alright? You're ruthless enough to post your wife's nude photos online. Are you okay with that?"

Li Jing was furious, raising her small fist to punch Lu Hailong. Lu Hailong quickly grabbed Li Jing's soft body, letting her fists rain down on him.

“Wife, I’m not lying to you. I really don’t care if you sleep with other men. Not only do I not care, I like it. I love watching you get fucked. I’ve fantasized about it before. Now look how popular you are online.”

Li Jing was being held by Lu Hailong, and he punched and kicked her, while she scolded him, “You pervert, you pervert!”

“Yes, yes, I am a pervert. I love watching. One day you’ll steal a guy and let me see how others fuck you.”

Lu Hailong became more and more excited as he spoke, and his penis became hard.

“You’re so unbelievable, so unbelievable. I hate you, how could you be like this, pervert, big pervert!”

Li Jing continued to curse, but when she saw her naked body, with her genitals exposed, being uploaded online, how could she not be excited? In the past few days, countless people had seen her body, masturbated while looking at her naked body, and used her as a sex object. Her lust was rising again.

"Look, look, so many people are saying good things about you."

Lu Hailong, seeing that Li Jing was only pretending to be angry, mustered his courage and showed her.

"I won't look, I won't look, there's definitely nothing good about it."

Li Jing said, but her eyes couldn't help but dart over.

Lu Hailong was extremely excited; he hadn't expected Li Jing to be so resistant, and the pretense of intimacy had been broken so easily. Lu Hailong pulled down his pants, stood behind Li Jing with his penis, and rubbed his penis against her elastic long underwear. "Wife, you watch, I can't hold back anymore, let me fuck you for a while."

She wasn't excited at all. Li Jing wiggled her big buttocks and said, "Do it yourself, I don't care."

Saying that, she leaned on the table, picked up the mouse, and started looking. The lines of explicit and vulgar text excited her immensely: "This slut is so damn white, with a fat ass and big tits, I really want to pound her with my big cock all night," "Sister-in-law, you're so sexy, I want to lick your big cunt," "That big ass, I could fuck it every day and never get enough," "That cunt is so slutty, it's so dark, how many men must have slept with it, I'm not an exception," "Sister-in-law, my cock is big, I guarantee it'll make you feel good."

Lu Hailong excitedly pulled down Li Jing's red, tight-fitting, elastic thermal underwear, her fat, white ass trembling as it bounced out. He saw a wet stain on her panties, knowing his wife was also excited. Lu Hailong couldn't resist patting Li Jing's big ass. Li Jing twisted a few times, then lifted one leg, pulled down her pant leg, and spread it wide. Lu Hailong, cock erect, pressed against his wife's fat ass, and with a gentle thrust, his hard cock slid into Li Jing's juicy cunt, lubricated by her vaginal fluids.

"Ah..."

Li Jing groaned softly. Lu Hailong began his work, holding his wife's big buttocks and starting to thrust.

"Wife, you, you're excited too, aren't you?"

Lu Hailong said while fucking Li Jing's cunt, grabbing her plump buttocks.

"Mmm, mmm, you, you go easy, why are you in such a hurry? Thrust slower, thrust longer. This, this guy's a 'thread cannon,' I don't believe it."

Li Jing looked at the comments on the screen, the lewd words giving her a feeling of being fucked by multiple men. These men or boys who were pent up were fantasizing about their bodies, fantasizing about their penises being inserted into their cunts, which was indeed a unique kind of pleasure.

"Who is it? Oh, his name is Mingming is not an angel. He can fuck eight times a night, do you want him to?"

Lu Hailong was even more excited by his wife's slutty appearance, his penis thrusting fast, and Li Jing was also slutty and wanton, constantly swaying her big fat buttocks to meet her husband's thrusts from behind. Six months into their marriage, the honeymoon phase was over, and sex was becoming more and more routine. She hadn't expected her husband to have such a hobby. Although it seemed a little disgusting—so many men fantasizing about her—he had proactively uploaded her photos online for them to see. Yet, she rediscovered a passion she'd never felt before. Deep down, she wanted to experience the genitals of different men, and her husband was certainly putting in a lot of effort.

"You... if you agree, I have no objection,"

Li Jing finally blurted out.

Lu Hailong felt a moment of disappointment; he hadn't expected his wife to agree so easily. Was he being too casual? But this brought his plan to see other men having sex with his wife one step closer. He quickly said, "Wife, I have those netizens' photos. Look, yes, they're in this folder." Guided by Lu Hailong, Li Jing opened the folder and saw several photos of men masturbating in front of her nude photos on the computer screen. Some were even showing him holding his penis with the glans against the screen, which displayed her exposed genitals, making it look like they were really about to penetrate her. This excited her even more.

She stared at one of the nude photos of a man labeled "Clearly Not an Angel." The man was tall and muscular, but not the typical muscular type; he was more like a male porn star. Clean-cut, with a robust and sexy physique, and his penis was at least a size larger than her husband's.

Li Jing, whether from being fucked or excited by the man's nude photo, spoke in a trembling voice, breathless, "You, you're talking about him? Not bad, really not bad, looks a bit like a gigolo."

Lu Hailong saw his wife staring at another man's nude photo, zooming in on his penis. From his perspective, his wife's plump, white buttocks were being fucked by him, her fair, naked body lying on the computer desk, head facing the screen, which displayed a man's thick, long, erect penis. It was as if he were fucking his wife from behind while she was giving oral sex to someone else. "Wife, let him fuck you, let him fuck you, shove your cock into your cunt and pound it in, pound your cunt!"

Li Jing was also extremely excited, shouting, "Husband, I want both of you to fuck me, fuck me to death!"

"Wife, you're such a slut, a big slut who's been ridden by a thousand men and fucked by ten thousand, I'll fuck you to death, you slut, even if I pound you, you still want others to fuck you, do you fuck other men every day at work, let other men sleep with you, damn it, fuck my wife, fuck her, one by one!"

Hailong became more and more excited as he fucked, holding Li Jing's big ass that kept twisting, looking at his hard cock that was thrusting in and out, covered with white foam, which was his wife's secretions of a lot of lustful fluid.

Amid Li Jing's continuous moans, Lu Hailong held her big ass tightly and thrust hard, a thick stream of semen gushed out from his deeply inserted cock, shooting into the depths of Li Jing's soft and juicy vagina. Li Jing trembled with excitement as she was being fucked. The intense pleasure overwhelmed her; she couldn't tell if it was her husband's penis that brought her to the peak of orgasm, or if it was the thick, long, unfamiliar young penis in the picture that had sent her into a state of blissful fantasy.

After showering and getting ready, the two embraced in the warm bed, their naked bodies intertwined, inseparable. Lu Hailong was blissful at this moment. He held Li Jing's soft body close. Although she wasn't pretty and her figure seemed average, she was really good to use. Li Jing was fair-skinned, voluptuous, with soft, tender flesh, large breasts and buttocks, and thick legs didn't matter. The key was that she understood and supported him.

"Wife, were you telling the truth just now?"

Lu Hailong gently asked, stroking Li Jing's smooth, medium-length hair.

"Half and half, I guess. I was quite excited just now, and I don't even know what I said. Anyway, I just think you're pretty perverted, putting your wife's nude photos online. What if someone finds them?"

Li Jing whispered, burying her head in Lu Hailong's chest.

“They didn’t take a picture of your face. Unless they’ve seen your body, they won’t know it’s you,” Lu Hailong said with a laugh.

“You’re so annoying! You’re so annoying! I just want to make you wear a green hat!” Li Jing waved her little fist and said coquettishly.

“Really, if I really contact that person, will you... will you agree?”

Lu Hailong asked nervously, getting to the point.

“I don’t know,”

Li Jing shook her head, looked up at Lu Hailong and said softly, “You really like watching your wife have sex with other people? Are you okay?” As she spoke, she poked his forehead. “Maybe. It’s really hard to predict. I’m not as open-minded as you. I might back out later.” “Anyway, you don’t object, right?”

Lu Hailong was a little excited again.

"Alright, stop asking. You're so annoying, always digging into my details. Anyway, I have something important to ask you."

Li Jing lifted herself up slightly, then stuck one leg out over Lu Hailong, her small hand reaching under the covers to play with his soft penis. She continued, "Our boss asked me if your company's Yellow Pages ads are reliable. Her husband's real estate company wants to do it."

"Absolutely reliable! Our boss is a Chinese American, and we're a foreign company. Besides, we've been doing this for years, we have a good reputation. Just tell your boss to contact me, I'll definitely give you a discount, and kickbacks are no problem," Lu Hailong said smoothly.

"No, her husband said someone from your company went there, I don't know why, probably about kickbacks or something. He wants you to urge them to sign the contract as soon as possible, and to have the salesperson sign it. He only signs with salespeople,"

Li Jing relayed the message.

Lu Hailong was a little confused. In advertising, it's usually the salespeople who are in a rush, not the client! And it's a real estate company; the advertisement must be quite large. He hurriedly asked, "Do you know the salesperson's name?"

"I heard it's Qu Yan." Hearing his wife mention the name, and thinking of Qu Yan's tall, voluptuous, and sexy body, Lu Hailong seemed to understand something.

"Hey, Lu Hailong! You big pervert! Hearing about Qu Yan, why are you hard again? You're so naughty! Are you trying to get me to go pick up girls yourself? Isn't Qu Yan the most beautiful woman in your company? Tell me!"

Li Jing vigorously stroked Lu Hailong's hard penis, pinching his face with her other hand, shouting.

"Hey, stop it. Anyone would get hard if you kept doing that. Qu Yan, stop teasing me. You're almost 1.8 meters tall, super strong, and not very bright. Don't be jealous. I'll tell your boss I understand what she means. Ouch, stop squeezing, you'll break it. Wife, please, let go, or you'll only be able to sleep with other people. Let go. Our company might go on a trip soon, can't I take you? Let you meet Qu Yan, do you think any man would like someone like her..."

The two flirted and teased each other, then turned off the lights and had sex again on the bed.

Meanwhile, Lu Jing had just finished cooking dinner. While they were eating, a taxi carrying Cao Shan and Qu Yan headed north, where a steaming hot pot was waiting for them.

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