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Extramarital Affairs—A Love Chain Where Colleagues Are Enemies 

It was so hot in Chongqing in July.

I said into the phone, "Didn't we agree that it would only be us negotiating the bid? How come there's another company? Mr. Liu… are you kidding me?" "Of course not! We've been working together for so long, don't you know me? This company was nominated by the client, saying they've worked with us before, so there's nothing I can do. Besides, it's not good for me to always have only one company negotiating the bid. Think about me too." "Why are you worried about it always being just us? Didn't I tell you already? If there's a problem, I'll just find two other companies to submit bids. Look at the mess now, that company is in equipment, we're in systems. How are we going to compete on price?" "Don't worry, I'll make sure they use the best technology they can. What are you afraid of?" "Alright, alright, I'm almost there. Keep an eye on me during the technical Q&A session, you know I'm in business." "Director Deng is in charge of the bidding, you two know each other well." I chuckled twice, chatted for a while longer, and then hung up.

It was so hot. I hummed a song, wiping away sweat as I entered the building. I arrived 15 minutes early. I went out again to buy a bottle of water at the small shop next door and have a cigarette.

There was a woman at the shop entrance, dressed in a business suit: a black short-sleeved blazer, a white crew-neck sweatshirt underneath, a black tight-fitting mini-skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black round-toed leather shoes. She wasn't very old, had a good figure, and was carrying a suitcase. She was using a fan, drinking water, and looking at documents.

As I got closer, I saw a pretty girl with big eyes, arched eyebrows, a small mouth, and a full bust. Since the invention of bra padding, you can't judge a woman's breasts from the outside anymore; the padding makes them look too big

. Why don't they target this when they're cracking down on fakes? The girl was engrossed in her book. I glanced down at her at a 45-degree angle. Those breasts must be real; the bra under her white sweatshirt was thin, fitting snugly without any gaps. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at what she was reading.

Damn… a competitor.

The girl kept looking at her documents and didn't notice me. I went back into the building and waited at the corner of the entrance. This damn old building has no air conditioning in the hallways; it's unbearably hot. Through the door, I saw the girl approaching. I deliberately walked quickly and bumped into her. She was carrying documents in one hand and a suitcase in the other, heading up the steps. I bumped into her; she didn't fall, but the documents and suitcase dropped to the ground.

I quickly apologized, helping her pick up the documents while simultaneously dusting them off and glancing at their contents. Quite a high-end setup…hehe. Mr. Liu hadn't lied to me.

Looking up, I saw the girl bending over to adjust her suitcase. A high-necked top, quite a bit of her breasts were on display. Full and white, the rosy nipples peeked out with her movements, indistinct and alluring.

The girl was sensitive; she immediately noticed my peeping. She covered her neckline with her hand, quickly picked up her travel bag, snatched the documents from my hand, and called me a "pervert." She looked up and left.

My image was ruined, but I'd seen what I wanted to see, and unexpectedly, I'd seen what I wanted to see too.

Arriving at the third-floor conference room, the girl was already seated. Mr. Liu was pouring her water. Why wasn't he as enthusiastic towards me? Sure enough, Engineer Liu's eyes were darting downwards.

When Engineer Liu saw me, he came over: "Are you Engineer Hu from XX Company?" I nodded and shook his hand, saying, "You must be Engineer Liu?" "Yes, please have a seat here for a while. The leaders will be here shortly." Engineer Liu led me to the seat opposite the girl.

I saw that the girl's gaze was fierce and ruthless, yet confident.

A little while later, Director Deng arrived with several people and introduced the girl, Wang Sifei.

The technical exchange went smoothly. Looking at both sides' technical documents, Engineer Liu asked me a few trivial questions.

He then asked the girl a few tricky questions. Surprisingly, the girl answered them all, but it didn't feel as good; her smile seemed a little stiff. I thought, "Little rascal, still green." But I was quite impressed with the girl's professional knowledge. I actually learned something from her. Learning is endless!

"Now that both sides have standardized their technologies, please expedite any necessary configuration modifications. The price list will be opened tomorrow at 4 PM. Finally, thank you for your company's support, and we look forward to cooperating with you." Director Deng gave his concluding remarks, his eyes blazing as he looked at the girl. The girl happily shook hands with Director Deng.

I went up to shake hands with Director Deng and said goodbye.

The girl watched from the side, saw her boss off, then rolled her eyes at me and swaggered downstairs. Heh heh, thinking she's

so great just because the client introduced her? This is a general contracting project; the client's connections are important, but not decisive. Still observing from the sidelines? What's there to observe? I followed her downstairs and asked, "Why didn't Old Li come this time?" The girl took a while to answer, "He's busy, he can't come." I replied, "Say hello to him for me when you have time," and then strode away. As I passed her, I heard her softly hum.

Nothing more was said that night, and the price was clarified the next afternoon. Having connections is great. They can arrange things, they can postpone the price.

They can find fault, they can find a bone in an egg.

My bid was 25,000 less than hers. This difference of less than one percent put pressure on Wang Sifei. Lower is lower; in a market economy, the lowest bidder wins, and nobody can say anything about it. Moreover, the subsequent clarification made Wang Sifei uneasy.

We made a small adjustment. They simply said, "Your configuration adjustments are too drastic; we have to consider operational safety." Immediately afterward, they demanded the revised plan, with a final bid in fifteen minutes. I laughed. Fifteen minutes? Their plan needed significant adjustments, plus price inquiries, verification, calculations, and a bid—how could they possibly have the time? Making mistakes could result in disqualification, leaving no chance at all.

Wang Sifei pleaded, saying it was based on yesterday's technical requirements, but Engineer Liu objected: "Our technical parameters were sent out long ago; you're showing a complete lack of attention." Wang Sifei realized her words had hurt Engineer Liu, so she requested that, for the sake of seriousness, the second round of bidding could be postponed until tomorrow. Director Zheng remained noncommittal, but Engineer Liu insisted it must be completed today. I watched coldly from the sidelines. I thought to myself, "Little brat, so arrogant yesterday, let's see how cocky he is." Director Zheng is indeed Director Zheng, damn it, his words are always so sophisticated: "To maintain the principles of fairness, openness, and impartiality in the bidding process, let's ask Manager Hu's opinion." Damn it! Why did they drag me into this? Looking at Wang Sifei's eyes, I saw anger, disappointment, and pleading, perhaps even sadness; she seemed to realize she was a loser. I blurted out, almost without thinking, "Our proposal also needs adjustment. I agree to a second bid tomorrow." Then I shook hands and said goodbye. Engineer Liu's eyes were full of suspicion, while Director Zheng's gaze held a hint of ambiguity.

I went back to the hotel, which was nearby, a ten-minute walk. In my room, I took off all my clothes (I'm used to being naked alone in my room), took a shower, turned on my computer, and chatted with a few newly added Chongqing beauties on QQ. The phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number. But I knew who it was.

"Hello...is this Manager Hu?" "Yes, who is this?" "Hello Manager Hu, this is Xiao Wang, Wang Sifei." The voice on the phone was very friendly.

"Oh...it's you. What can I do for you?" "Manager Hu, I've heard so much about you during my time at the company. I was wondering if I could invite you to dinner tonight. Please do me the honor." "Dinner?" I checked the time. It was past six, so I said, "I just ate on my way back to my place." "Then can we meet and chat tonight? I really admire you." She seemed a little anxious.

"Um..." I replied to my QQ friend. Then I said, "Okay. Where?" "Where do you want?" Damn, could I say in bed? "Then let's meet at the Starbucks on XX Road...yes, it's near the bidding site...okay, see you in an hour." I chatted with my QQ friend for a couple more minutes, then logged off and got dressed. Although I tried to act nonchalant, meeting a girl like this was always exciting. The Starbucks was on the first floor of the hotel. I arrived five minutes early, but she wasn't there yet. I ordered two Frappuccinos and found a place to sit. Before I even drank them, I saw her arrive. Very punctual, I thought to myself.

I waved her over and said, "I ordered this for you, is that alright?" She quickly replied, "Sure, sure, I invited you, I'm sorry to have troubled you." I smiled and said, "It's nothing, what can I do for you?" She started to subtly chat with me, "Manager Hu, when did you arrive in Chongqing? You seem very familiar with Chongqing." "I arrived the day before yesterday. I've been to Chongqing a few times, so please stop calling me Manager Hu. We're friends now.

If you'd like, call me brother, or if you don't like that, you can call me Little Hu." She said, "Oh dear, I wouldn't dare call you Little Hu. How old are you, Manager Hu?" "Thirty-four." "Ah...you're not lying to me, are you? You seem younger than me." "Hehe, are you saying I'm getting younger as I get older?" I said with a laugh.

She laughed too: "It's not age, it's appearance. You look like you're in your early twenties." I laughed: "I'm old, not as energetic as you guys. Why didn't Lao Li come this time? I've never seen you before. How long have you been with the company?" "Only a few months. Lao Li doesn't mention him anymore, afraid you'll be upset." "Go ahead, it's okay." "Lao Li demanded a change of area, saying you're hogging the space here, and he can't stand it. But no one wanted to take over, so they reorganized the areas and crammed me, the newbie, here." Her big, watery eyes showed a pitiful look.

That expression is quite powerful, especially on pretty girls. I took a sip of my Frappuccino and said, "Old Li used to call me brother, just say what's on your mind, why are you doing this?" "Well, what do you think of this project…" I coughed twice, "Business is business, business is business." She said, "Brother Hu, how about this… let me have this project, we'll give you 60,000, okay? I can go get the money right now and give you half. Please help me, okay?" The last sentence was said in such a coquettish way.

I said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's go get something to eat." I picked up my drink and went into the Chinese restaurant next door. She followed behind, carrying her bag and drink.

Hehe, you're so arrogant, huh? I'll make you feel inferior. You're so noble, huh? I'll make you feel cheap.

We found a seat and ordered food. She continued her persuasion, "Brother Hu, what do you think of this?" I chuckled and said, "You know how much Old Li promised me before, right?" "Hmm... the money is a bit little, but... can I make a call first?" I nodded, and she picked up her bag and went out. The food arrived, but she didn't come; I was actually a little hungry. But I still maintained my composure. She didn't return for quite a while. She had just called out, "Brother Hu," when I interrupted her, "The food's getting cold. You must be starving. Come on, start eating, we'll talk after we finish." I don't drink, so I ordered two bottles of Wanglaoji herbal tea, saying, "Sichuan food is spicy, have some herbal tea to cool down. Where are you from, miss?" "Hunan." Wow, another place known for its spicy food. "What a great place! The people are outstanding, no wonder you're so beautiful." I chatted about all sorts of things, and she got a little anxious: "I just talked to the boss, and he promised to give you 80,000. I only have a little over 30,000 in my own account. If you agree, I'll go and withdraw it for you right now. Or we can discuss any conditions. How about we cooperate on the next project?" I smiled and looked at her, saying, "You're not in sales, are you?" She was taken aback and asked, "Why?" "If you were in sales, why would you call the boss? Your boss, Mr. Cai, is in charge of sales." "I'm a technician at the company." "Oh... then why did you come alone? No business people with you." I'm quite a gossip.

"Everything I said before is true. I've been with the company for over half a year and have worked on several projects in Sichuan and Chongqing. The sales staff all came back saying my projects weren't good enough. The technical scores were too low, and one project was even rejected. Later, they redefined the locations, making Sichuan and Chongqing public areas open to anyone. This time, when they heard your company was involved, they were all unhappy to come. I was indignant, so I came alone. General Manager Cai even went to the client's office specifically for this, which is how we got the opportunity to join." Her eyes reddened as she spoke.

I handed her a tissue and said, "Sorry, I made you unhappy. I remember once at a party, I handed a girl a napkin, but I said 'Give me a sanitary napkin.' I was so embarrassed." She laughed and asked, "And then what happened?" "Then, then that girl was embarrassed too. She really did get her period that day. A few days later, she quietly asked me how I knew she got her period that day. I said I didn't know, I misspoke. Then I knew when her period started." "And what happened after you found out?" "She let me know such a private thing, and then we... you know." "What do you mean by 'you know'?" "I mean, we had sex." She rolled her eyes at me and said, "Vulgar." But she didn't seem angry, and lowered her head to eat.

I chuckled dryly and ate too. During our conversation, I learned that she was twenty-four years old and had graduated from university a year ago. After graduation, she broke up with her boyfriend. Her ex-boyfriend was a graduate student and she was currently single.

After we finished eating, she offered to pay, saying again that she had invited me to dinner, so whether it went well or not, it was her responsibility to pay. I knew their company's policy: if a deal wasn't successful, a portion of the commission would be deducted. She was in technical roles, so I didn't know how it was calculated, but I figured she'd have to bear a portion. I thought to myself, this girl is quite generous and

principled

. I'm not used to girls paying, so I just told her to put the meal cost on the room bill. She looked a little disappointed, but didn't mention the project again. I thought to myself, "She's a sensitive and intelligent girl." "Come sit in my

room for a while," I said, walking ahead, her following behind. I bought two popsicles, one for each of us, and we sat in the room chatting. Her hostility towards me noticeably lessened, and she hesitated several times before speaking. I asked her, "Do you know why I bumped into you yesterday?" She said, "Because you're a pervert." "You really think I'm a pervert?" She looked at me and said, "You're definitely a pervert, but not quite a pervert." I laughed and said, "Knowing I'm a pervert and still coming to my room. Actually, I'm even more perverted than a pervert." She said, "Then I'm the hunter." I thought to myself, "Quite confident." Then I told her about their company's setup.

Her face froze instantly: "How did you know?" "I saw it when I was helping you gather documents." She hit me and said, "You stole trade secrets." I grabbed her hand and asked, "Do you still want to do this project?" She looked at me, didn't speak, and lowered her head. Her face turned red. Hehe, a girl's face turns red when she's thinking of her husband. I thought to myself.

After a while, she nodded slightly. I confirmed, "You know what conditions I want to add." She didn't speak or move. Her face just turned even redder.

I just looked at her. At first glance, I didn't think she was particularly beautiful. But she was very attractive, and the more I looked, the more beautiful she became. She had a baby face, and when she was calm, she would show a slight smile.

I knew she was struggling with her thoughts, and I was struggling with mine too. I even analyzed her personality for this.

I felt really wicked. I knew that as long as I waited, I would win. The place where she was told me that she had actually accepted it. She just couldn't get over the hurdle of morality and self-esteem.

I said, "Forget it..." She looked up at me, wanting to speak, but held back. "I don't want any additional conditions." I gave her a helpless smile.

Her eyes really spoke volumes. From disappointment, desolation, resentment, to doubt, confusion. Finally, joy and gratitude.

She stood up and said, "I'll get you the money right now." I said, "No need to rush, I trust you." She said, "That's what we agreed on." Then she left.

I made a call to my boss: "Boss, I just had dinner with Director Zheng. He said we should let go of this project... um... it's always been us, it's not easy for him... Yes, I agreed to him, this project isn't very big. The next one is definitely ours... I know that even if we hold onto our ground, someone else can take it away... Okay. Bye bye." After hanging up, I took a shower to extinguish my lust. I mentally calculated the success rate of my strategic retreat. After thinking it over, I figured it was less than 50%, so I cursed myself for being an idiot and pretending to be a good person (it wasn't the first time I'd been an idiot).

But then I thought, if someone's being forced into it, it'll be like playing with a lump of meat, no fun at all. Lost in these thoughts, I hadn't finished showering when the doorbell rang. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to open the door. Wang Sifei came in, startled to see me like this.

I said, "I was having impure thoughts earlier, I just went to shower. I haven't cleaned myself up yet, and you're back. It's okay, I'm used to being carefree when I'm alone. Don't mind me," I said, going to get my clothes from the bed.

She said, "It's alright." She took out three wads of cash from her bag and

asked me to count them. I put the money back in my bag and said, "You've already counted them, why should I count them again?" She wiped her sweat, looked at me, and was speechless for a moment. My lower body started to get restless. I quickly sat down and said,

"You sit too." She laughed, clearly noticing my change. She said, "You're getting restless." I chuckled dryly and said, "It's not that I'm restless, it's just that you're too beautiful and too tempting." I habitually crossed my legs, and her eyes glanced down. I quickly brought my legs together and tucked the towel in, but I couldn't cover the prominent bulge. Either don't do it at all, or go all the way. That's what I always thought. If you're going to play the good guy, play it all the way.

I felt her eyes were a little dazed. Just then, the phone rang. I quickly answered it; it was asking if I needed any services.

I said yes. Then I looked at her, meaning I had something to do later.

She asked, "Is this a lady?" I nodded.

She smiled and said, "Brother, I've never seen a lady before, can I take a look?" What could I say? I'd wait and see. A moment later, the doorbell rang. I went to open the door, and the lady at the door asked, "Sir, is this the service you requested?" Wang Sifei peeked out from behind me. The lady immediately said, "Sorry, wrong room." She turned and left.

I turned back to her and said, "What are you doing? Can't you wait until she comes in and you see? Now look at this..." She said, "I was just curious." "Okay, you saw it." She sat back down on the sofa. Silence. The phone rang again a moment later. Just as I was about to answer it, she asked, "Brother, am I prettier than the one from before?" I didn't answer her, but answered the phone and said, "Isn't there already one? Why are you calling again?" Then I dialed the call-to-do list. Looking at her,

she said, "What did you just say... I'm not a prostitute." She seemed about to cry.

I quickly said, "I was just talking nonsense, my mouth is so loose, I didn't mean that." "Do you think I'm prettier than the one from before?" "You're prettier." That was the truth. She said, "Do you think I'm very proactive, very cheap?" "No, no." That was also the truth. "Then why..." She lowered her head.

I suddenly felt I should be very noble, and said, "When I have sex, I want the woman to listen to me." She softly hummed in agreement.

Ugh, I said, "I want any position during sex." She still softly hummed in agreement.

"I'm really crazy when it comes to sex," she said, looking up at me. "I want to try." I asked curiously, "Why?" After a long pause, she whispered, "The one before only knew one thing..." "I want oral sex and anal sex," she said timidly. "I don't know how..." "Didn't we agree we wouldn't do that?" she said. "I want it." "Why?" "I just want... Actually, you know I already agreed." She stood up, walked up to me, and asked, "Did you see everything that day?" I casually hummed in agreement, then quickly denied it: "No, no." She bent over: "And now?" Okay, let my noble soul save this lonely girl.

I hugged her and kissed her. Her tongue was soft. I sucked wildly. Her body began to heat up, and low "n...n..." sounds came from her nose.

My hands began to roam over her body, unbuttoning her coat. I grabbed her breasts and kneaded them. The thin sweatshirt and bra made it impossible to feel the warmth of her flesh. I released her mouth, looked at her, and then slowly reached into her neckline, slipping my hand inside her bra and grasping it firmly.

She didn't avoid my gaze, looking at me, feeling my hand, her face flushed with satisfaction.

I exclaimed, "Your nipples are so small." Her face turned even redder: "I don't know why, is this bad?" "No!" "Why?" "When your son drinks milk, it'll slip off easily." She slapped me and said, "Nonsense, how do you know?" "Let's try it if you don't believe me." She looked at me suspiciously. I took off her sweatshirt and unhooked her bra. The moment the bra slipped down, she instinctively clutched her chest.

I pulled her hands away, and a pair of beautiful breasts were revealed before my eyes. Full and firm, her breasts were white and flawless, without areolas, only a faint pink, small and perky.

(Her nipples felt only a third of the normal size. I'd encountered others with very thin, pale pink nipples before, but those people had normal-length nipples; they looked strangely long and thin. Not as cute and pretty as Wang Sifei's.) I played with her nipples, the small ones bouncing playfully. Then I took one into my mouth, pulled it out, took it in again, and pulled it out again.

She let out a soft moan, low and rapid.

After playing with her nipples for a while—it was so rare—she gently held my head. I looked up and said, "See? I told you it would slip off easily." She slapped me, saying I was naughty, then suddenly pressed my head against her breast, saying, "This way it won't slip off." A young girl is a young girl (I personally think anyone under 30, unmarried, and never pregnant is a young girl). Breasts untouched by breast milk were so firm and elastic. The delicate skin was so smooth and supple. I kissed every corner of her breasts. My hands weren't idle; one roamed her breasts, teasing her nipples with my fingertips. The other moved down to her knees, then up again, slipping under her skirt. Her panties were thick, but that didn't prevent me from feeling the fullness of her genitals.

My teasing aroused her; she grabbed my head, pulled me up, and then kissed me. Her kissing skills weren't great, but with my guidance, our tongues began to meet. I couldn't help but ask, "Did you always kiss like this before?" She nodded. I asked curiously, "Haven't you ever watched adult films or anything? Even regular movies have kissing scenes." She said, "He's only interested in his studies, he doesn't care about anything else." "A bookworm, how did you end up with him?" "We're from the same village, we played together when we were kids. He's four years older than me. We met again in college and became very close, we often hung out together. He'd never been in a relationship before and wanted to, so we got together." "Damn, you're so pretty, don't other guys ever pursue you?" Her expression was strange, like she was insecure. I looked at her strangely too. She pulled away from my embrace and started taking off her skirt. The skirt was tight, and she swayed as she took it off, without any deliberate movements, yet it had a unique allure, making my blood boil.

Underneath were pantyhose, and under that were flesh-colored safety shorts. I was stunned, no wonder the underwear felt so thick. She had her back to me, peeling off her clothes layer by layer. I was dizzy; there was even a lace panty underneath her safety shorts. I wondered if she was like the panty—cold on the outside, hot on the inside.

The lace panty slipped off her fair buttocks, revealing her round, full breasts. She turned around and looked at me. Her hands covered her genitals; clearly, she had made up her mind, and slowly she separated her hands.

I couldn't dizzy anymore; the sight was too beautiful. She said, "You won't dislike me, will you?" I asked, "Why would I dislike you?" She said, "I'm different from other girls. People laughed at me when I showered in college." "You're not exactly a 'white tiger,' and besides, so what if you're a 'white tiger'? A lot of girls shave their pubic hair these days." As I said this, I pulled her into my arms. I kissed her, caressed her, her whole body.

She seemed very excited, trying hard to return my kisses, her hands stroking my back. After the passionate kiss, I put her on the bed. She seemed a little nervous and helpless, crossing her arms over her chest, then lowering them. Her eyes darted around, but she didn't dare look at me.

Under the lamplight, I beheld a beauty: her skin as white as jade, her hair as black as ink. A rosy face, red lips, a slender neck, and fragrant shoulders. On her slightly parted breasts were two tiny red nipples. A gentle touch caused them to tremble. Her

belly was bare, her waist slender, and below, her mons pubis rose like a small hill. A tuft of soft hair grew on it. No, just a small strip. Like newly sprouted hair, emerging from the ground. Smoothly against her lower abdomen, loose and slightly yellowish. The end of the hair was a cleft, completely exposed

, extending down to between her legs. How can I describe this beauty? A high mons pubis, soft hair, a secluded cleft, long legs.

I stroked that hair; it was soft and delicate. Gently tucking it between my fingers, each hair was short and fine, no more than two centimeters long. Around these hairs was a ring of even finer downy hair, like baby hair. I couldn't feel the hairs; I only felt the skin was so tender, so smooth.

This was naturally grown, unlike those trimmed and manicured ones; a gift from heaven.

I touched the hair, savoring the feel, and a surge of tenderness welled up within me. I've always liked thick pubic hair; it gives me a wild feeling, a wildness that stirs my own. But she was different. Humans are strange; at that moment, I thought of my son. Like holding my son for the first time, touching his soft skin.

I carefully stroked her mons pubis. She probably sensed my affection, rubbing my back with her hand.

I picked up her pubic hair one by one, counting: "One, two, three, four…" She slapped me, saying, "You're so naughty, making fun of me." Saying this, she bent her legs, tightened her abdomen, and hid the tuft of hair between her thighs.

I looked up at her, and all I saw was her flushed face, her passionate eyes, and her full breasts. Maturity and innocence, allure and naivety, were portrayed so harmoniously and naturally in her.

I grabbed her hand and placed it on my penis. Her hand trembled upon contact, then she released it. I didn't care anymore; I plunged my head into her breasts, biting gently, then sucking heavily. (I like biting and sucking when I'm aroused. It's human nature, isn't it?) My hand roughly explored her genitals, abusing her. I ravaged her pubic hair, kneaded her legs, and pressed her vulva.

She was ignited by my passion and began to breathe heavily, like a dream. I grabbed her hand again, stroking it, squeezing it tightly. It hurt a little, but it was incredibly pleasurable.

I released her mouth, lifted my head, and her closed eyes opened, looking at me shyly. I kissed her lips and turned my gaze to her hand. Her hand stopped stroking, and she asked shyly, "What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable?" I said, "I want you to use your mouth and hand together." She slapped my penis: "You bad boy, I've really never done this before." My penis trembled and tapped against the back of her hand.

I didn't insist, my hands caressing her face, her chest, her abdomen. Then to her vulva. I wanted to explore the beauty of the secluded valley. I parted her legs; she resisted, her resistance wavering. Like her legs, I sighed. Even with her legs apart, I saw only a slit. The slit originated from the high, protruding mound halfway up the hillside. With her legs open, the contours of the mound changed. The once prominent mound

now curved gracefully between her legs. It became steeper. In the middle of the vertical white wall, the skin abruptly stopped, sunken, pressing against each other, forming that beauty. Like a narrow slit, yet not oppressive. At the beginning of the slit, there were some fleshy folds, like tiny Y-shapes. A few dewdrops hung on the slit, glistening and playful.

Seeing me staring intently, she said, "Is it pretty? Don't stare like that, it's embarrassing." I sighed softly, "Pretty... The secluded cliff has long been deserted, the fragrant grass grows lonely and hard. I wish to explore the deep valley, so I gently knock on the gatekeeper." After saying that, I gently tapped her lower body.

She giggled and said, "The door wasn't locked... I've let the wolf in, and now you can do whatever you want." I gagged and howled like a wolf, saying, "Pretty Sheep, you can't escape this time." She laughed and pretended to be scared, saying, "You're Grey Wolf, Happy Sheep, come save me!" I said seriously, "Wrong, I'm not Grey Wolf, I'm Perverted Wolf, so you'd better let me eat you today." After saying that, I laughed too.

She laughed and punched my chest, saying, "I'll beat you to death, you pervert! I'll beat you to death, you pervert!" Suddenly, we both stopped laughing. She looked at me resolutely and said, "Eat me, I want you to eat me." We kissed passionately again, and I caressed her entire body. Her body was hot and trembling slightly. My hand touched her genitals, and she suddenly tightened her legs, rubbing them back and forth. She was so tight that my hand couldn't move; I could only press down hard on her vulva. Her hand touched my penis, and she suddenly released her legs, guiding my penis towards her lower body.

I thought to myself, "The valley is not yet fully explored; how can I grant your wish?" I kissed my way down, and when I looked at the valley again, the dew was gone, replaced by a pool of water. I touched it lightly, wet my fingers, pressed them into the valley, and gently parted them. The tender labia were revealed. The flesh was slightly red, thick and delicate. I gently touched them, and the wind swayed the leaves.

I straddled her, thrusting my hips forward and saying, "Kiss it." As I lowered my hips, I sensed something was wrong. Stealing a glance, I saw her head tilted to the side, my glans pressed against her face. She was just stroking it repeatedly with her hand.

I smiled secretly and continued exploring. Below was a pink cave, layered and flowing with nectar. My fingers gently probed inside, feeling its tightness, smoothness, warmth, and moisture. Her panting grew more rapid, slowly turning into moans. My other hand moved upwards along her tender labia, parting the layers of resistance, but I couldn't find her clitoris. Undeterred, I used both hands, searching and manipulating, but still nothing. Failure. Her moans grew louder as I worked them. Reluctantly, I inserted my fingers again, gently stirring and touching her G-spot. Each time I touched it, her body arched. It was a satisfying sight. When I pulled my fingers out, it was already wet.

Now, her slit was no longer closed; the opening was slightly parted, and her labia were peeking out. It was too tempting. I couldn't resist burying my head in her mouth, kissing and sucking, my tongue teasing and probing.

She cried out, "No! Stop licking... ah... it's dirty there." She swayed back and forth. Seeing that I didn't react, she let me continue. After a while, she said again, "Stop licking... it hurts... please stop. Licking... it's dirty there... ah..." Ignoring her, I licked for a long time, it was so satisfying. The flesh was fresh and tender, the juices were pungent and arousing. I

got up and kissed her, at first she wouldn't let my tongue into her mouth. After resisting for a while, she gave up and sucked on my tongue.

I asked her, "Why did you say it's dirty here?" Her blushing face was so beautiful. After a while, she said, "It's where you pee." I shook my head and said, "I don't think it's dirty at all, I just think it's beautiful." She hesitated, and when I asked her, she wouldn't answer. So I tickled her, and she couldn't resist, saying, "Stop tickling me...hehehe...I'll tell you." "Don't make up something to tell me," I said, holding her close as I listened, my hand on her waist as a threat.

She whispered in my ear, "You said it's beautiful there? Just now, when you kissed me, I suddenly needed to pee, I was so horrified." Hearing these words from such a simple, shy girl... I felt so proud. I looked up and stared at her. She was stunned by my gaze and asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" I shook my head and said, "You're so cute. Next time, just pee if you want to." "Pervert, your mouth is still there." "That's not pee, that's..." I thought for a moment and said, "Fairy water." "What fairy water?" I laughed and said, "Water flowing from the fairy cave, that's fairy water." As I spoke, I thrust my finger into the fairy cave.

As my finger went in, she let out a groan. After she came to her senses, she scolded me coquettishly, "You're doing it again." Her face was as red as blood as she asked, "Is that my... vaginal fluid?" I couldn't help but kiss her, then I knelt up, put my penis next to her face, and looked at her.

She looked at me shyly, turned her head sharply, kissed the head of my penis, then turned back, shyly lowering her eyes, not daring to look at me.

Seeing that I hadn't moved for a while, she looked up at me again and asked, "What's wrong?" I said, "It feels so good, I want more." She said, "You bad boy," and quickly kissed me again.

I said, "Not enough." She said, "What else do you want?" and kissed me again.

I said, "Suck it in your mouth." She refused. I used force. It didn't take much effort; she half-heartedly took

my penis in her mouth. I moved it back and forth a bit, but her technique was so bad that my teeth scraped painfully. So I gave her pointers, and she cooperated well. I even asked her to use her hand to stroke my penis, to suck my testicles, and to lick my scrotum with her tongue, which she did. I had a sudden impulse to have her lick my anus, but then I thought it was better not to rush things.

She spat out my testicles and asked, "This is..." I said seriously, "Oral sex." She asked, "Was it good?" Her technique was too clumsy. I said, "Very satisfying." I asked, "I was just giving you oral sex too." She nodded as if she understood, and I guessed she thought I said "satisfied" rather than "satisfied," so I gave her something to look forward to and encouraged her to try again next time.

I asked again, "Was it good?" She nodded again, very confidently. It seemed she understood what "satisfied" meant.

I was probing her vagina, and she was playing with my penis, panting softly, her body twisting like a snake.

I said, "You want it inside." She was so shy, but after a while she still gave a soft "Mmm."

She didn't answer, I didn't move; the moment she answered, I immediately moved. I was getting impatient, I was dying to get it in.

I knelt between her legs, her legs had already opened automatically for me, placing her buttocks on my knees, rubbing my penis back and forth between her folds, the head of my penis wet. She tilted her head, closed her eyes, breathing softly, her face full of surrender, yet she stopped me, saying, "Put...put that on." Such a beauty, such a virtuous woman, how could I use a condom? That would be like scratching an itch through my boots, like taking a bath in a raincoat.

I said, "Don't worry, I had a vasectomy." I quickly slid down and inserted it.

She first let out a doubtful "Ah," and before she finished, it was an even louder "Ah..." followed by a long moan. She turned her head and opened her eyes to look at me, her gaze a mixture of pain and longing. Her hands pressed against my abdomen as she said, "Slow down...it hurts." When it's time to be gentle, you have to be gentle. I leaned down, pressing myself against her, one hand supporting me, the other kneading the flesh of her breast I'd squeezed, looking at her with the deepest affection I could muster. My lower body moved slowly, like a folk dance, five steps in, three steps out. Her secret place enveloped me tightly; it felt so good, I wanted

to thrust all the way in. She bit her lower lip, not making a sound, but her nose emitted soft "hmm" sounds with each thrust. Her expression was a mix of pain, joy, anticipation, and satisfaction… I couldn't resist any longer, thrusting the remaining two-fifths of my penis all the way in.

She let out another long "ah…" I felt it sounded more like pain, so I stopped moving my lower body. I just held on tightly. I opened my mouth and gently bit her earlobe.

I'm particularly interested in earlobes, sucking, licking, and biting them.

After a while, she said softly, "You're done moving." I asked, "Does it still hurt?" She said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, you can move now." I said feigned concern, "I was afraid it would hurt you," and then went back to playing with her earlobe.

She got angry and said aggrievedly, "You just know how to torture me, I want you to move." I looked at her seriously and said, "Why do you want me to move?" She hesitated for a long time before saying, "Don't torture me... I feel uncomfortable inside... I want you to move, move now." After saying that, she closed her eyes and began to twist her waist.

I just pressed myself against her tightly, my lower body exerting force, my glans throbbing inside her vagina, hitting the walls everywhere.

With the throbbing of my glans, she began to moan. Seeing that I didn't make any further moves, she opened her eyes and said, "You're bad." I said, "I moved." She said, "Not like this." "Then how should I move?" I asked like an innocent child.

She said, "I want you to move back and forth." "What do you mean by filthy language?" She said, "I want you to make love to me." I said, "I mean, to poke your pussy." She abandoned all her reservations and said, "Poke my pussy... poke my pussy hard... my pussy is so itchy... poke it quickly... hurry up..." As she spoke, she shook my body.

I was also in pain, like a soldier waiting for the bugle call, I launched my attack.

Her vagina felt like it had countless fleshy buds, rubbing against me back and forth with each thrust, so comfortable... After only a few dozen thrusts, I felt something was wrong. I quickly recalled the Tang poems I had learned. What about "The bright moonlight before my bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground"? No, that's not appropriate. "

Stopping the carriage to admire the maple forest at dusk"? No, that's ambiguous too. "The bright moonlight on the Twenty-Four Bridges, where is the jade maiden teaching the flute?" Looking at her mouth, that was even more wrong. Suddenly, a quatrain came to mind, which not only fit the occasion but also expressed a higher pursuit. (Guess which poem it is; no prize for guessing correctly. Not an adaptation of Tang poetry; it shouldn't be hard to guess.) My lower back was a little sore, so I straightened up, one hand on her bent knee, the other on her vulva. I didn't care if she had a clitoris or not; I rubbed it for a while while continuing my vigorous thrusting.

She was beneath me, her head swaying back and forth, her eyes closed, moaning softly. Suddenly she looked at me and said,

"Hmm...stop...stop for a moment...I want to...ah...want...oh...I'm going to pee...ah..." I didn't say anything. This wasn't asking me to stop; it was adding fuel to the fire, encouraging me. I kept going, going really hard.

She said, "I can't...ah...I really can't...hmm...I can't hold it in...ah...I'm going to pee...I'm going to pee...I'm going to pee..." Good position, good indeed. I moved my gaze from her face, which was showing expressions of appreciation, and saw water splashing everywhere with each thrust. Her legs were soaked, and my pubic hair was wet. The amount of water was considerable, even flowing down the base of my penis towards my scrotum. My scrotum tightened abruptly from the splash, and now the water felt tingling and numb. My testicles contracted, and I lost control. My glans, already tingling and throbbing from the water, was now aroused. I quickly withdrew my penis and pulled her hand to it. Her limbs were limp, just hanging there helplessly. I could only hold her hand and stroke it back and forth.

A torrent of semen gushed out, so satisfying. It was so much, so far! While others might pee three feet against the wind, I was unleashing a torrent. It flowed freely, dripping and trickling, starting from her lower abdomen and all the way to the top of her head.

She snapped out of her daze after my ejaculation. She said, "Why did you get it everywhere?" and tried to wipe the semen from her mouth.

How could I let her wipe it? I quickly stopped her, saying, "It's my fault, I'll clean it up." I grabbed a tissue and started wiping the semen off her body.

She said, "It's all over my hair, how am I supposed to clean it?" I said, "You'll be fine after a shower." I wiped her face, but hesitated to touch her lips.

She looked at me and said, "You're being naughty again." "Am I naughty? I'm helping you mature." I said, scraping the semen with my fingers and putting it in her mouth.

She spat it out. I didn't care anymore and leaned down for a deep, long kiss. My tongue, saliva, and semen mingled and kept being pushed into her mouth.

She gagged and hit me, saying, "You're so bad, always bullying me." Then she got up and put on her clothes.

I tried to hug her, but she pushed my hands away. I said, "Are you just going to leave like this? There's still hair on your head." She threw down her clothes, punched my chest, and said, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault." I said, "Go wash it." She turned and went to the bathroom, and I followed, saying, "You can't wash your hair clean by yourself. I'll wash it for you." She pushed me away, saying, "I don't need you, you just know how to bully me." I said, "I'll take responsibility for my actions. I said I'd clean it for you, so I have to keep my word. Don't worry, I'll only wash your hair." I shamelessly went into the bathroom. I took my Pantene shampoo (this isn't a product placement, I just like Pantene, especially after that Hunan girl, I like it even more). I carefully and properly washed her hair clean.

She said, "Okay, your hair's washed, you can go now." I said, "You weren't properly dried off, I said I'd take responsibility for my actions." So I squeezed out a lot of shower gel and slathered it all over her. She tried to dodge, but the bathroom is so small, I was blocking the door, where could she hide? Watch out for my breast-grabbing claws! I slathered her breasts, I slathered her lower abdomen, and I even pinched her butt, leaving her covered in bubbles. She resisted fiercely, her eyes reddening, holding back her tears, saying, "You're just bullying me." Then she stood up straight and said, "Go ahead and bully me, do whatever you want." Let me do whatever I wanted to her.

This wasn't right, so I ignored her. "Oh dear, we're out of shower gel. Oh well, we're promoting environmental protection these days, let's shower together and save water." After saying that, I snuggled into her arms. Her body writhed like an eel, and she deliberately got bubbles all over her face and head.

She chuckled and said, "Okay, stop pretending to be a clown." I said playfully, "You look really good when you smile, smile again." She kept a straight face and didn't smile, so I tickled her. She giggled and dodged my hand, her breasts bouncing up and down, so alluring.

We washed and rinsed each other clean, and I helped her dry off. I could only find a bathrobe to use as a towel. There was another towel... lying on the floor. I carried her to the room; it was already past one o'clock. She wanted to get dressed and go back. I said,

"Let's sleep here tonight." She said, "I have to submit a bid tomorrow, and I need to go back and adjust it." I smiled and pulled her onto the bed, saying, "Adjusting that only takes an hour. How about this, you stay here tonight, and I'll take you back early tomorrow morning. The bidding doesn't start until the afternoon, so it won't be a problem. Or you can cancel your room tomorrow and stay here. It's close to the bidding location. How about I change your room to a single room tomorrow?" She gently slapped my penis and said, "You didn't mean any harm." My penis had already been rekindled during the later part of the shower, when I saw her bouncing breasts. I hugged her and kissed her lightly, saying, "I noticed you were a little swollen down there. I couldn't bear to." She looked at me affectionately, and I quickly turned off the light and pulled the covers up.

In the darkness, I asked, "Was it comfortable just now?" She hummed and said, "I've never felt so comfortable before. I didn't like this before." I said, "Why?" She hit me and said I was bad, then told me that the guy she knew before was a bookworm who would just take off his pants and do it, and his caresses would only be a couple of touches. And it's small and doesn't last long. It's over in three minutes, then she goes back to her studies. She probably only does it twice a month. Back home, she's conservative, so she didn't think anything of it. Now she understands the beauty of it.

I feel sorry for that guy; a gift from heaven, taken without knowing its value, he deserves divine retribution.

I then asked her if she'd ever been with another man. She said yes. I then asked her how long she'd broken up with him, and she said over a year.

I said, "You haven't thought about that for over a year?" She said, "It's hard to think about it sometimes. It used to be uncomfortable, but sometimes I just feel restless and uneasy. "

I asked her when she fell for it and why she agreed.

She said, "I don't know. Maybe it's because you're older than me. I like older men. My ex was four years older than me. And today I'm feeling restless again." I laughed and said, "I'm so lucky! I'm ten years older than you." She said, "Four and ten sound similar." I asked, "Do you regret it?" She thought for a moment and said, "I regret it." I hummed in agreement and looked at her. In the darkness, I couldn't see clearly, only the faint outline of her face and the shadow of her hair.

She continued, "I regret it. I should have been more proactive." I hugged her tenderly. I gently caressed her genitals and asked, "Does it hurt?" She said, "It's okay now. There's always a price to pay for an affair." Her words made me shudder. Her hand then touched my penis. We groped each other in the darkness, and she gradually began to breathe heavily again. She said, "Don't touch me, it hurts a little." I moved my hand to her back and said, "Is it just painful?" After a while, she said shyly, "I want it again." "Want what?" She hit me, saying I was bad, and then whispered in my ear, "I want you to poke my pussy." Hearing this made my penis jump. I said, "No, you're injured and need to rest." Her hand rubbed my penis and asked, "What will you do?" I moved her body and placed my penis between her legs, saying, "This is good, I can do it whenever I want." As I said this, I moved my body a couple of times.

She giggled and then hugged me tightly.

The night was silent, I slept with her fragrant feet, and I regretted that the night was too short and the love was too long. (I had some free time that day, so I wrote "Slacking Off." I can't do it today. It seems something will happen.) When I woke up the next day, Wang Sifei was still fast asleep. It seemed she was really tired last night. I quietly got up, and ridiculously, my morning erection was still between her legs. I ordered two breakfasts and told the waiter not to ring the doorbell, just knock gently. I watched her sleep. She was a restless sleeper, her lower body exposed. Afraid she'd get cold, I turned up the air conditioning. I slightly opened the curtains to let in the morning light. I could see her long legs and alluring lower abdomen. A knock sounded at the door. I put on my bathrobe and went to open it. I brought in breakfast and found her awake, hiding under the covers watching me.

I smiled and said, "Did I wake you? Did you sleep well last night?" I put down the breakfast, opened half the curtains, and then opened the window a little. I emerged from behind the sheer curtains. She looked at me, silent.

I went over and kissed her, asking, "What's wrong?" "You just opened the door like that?" she said, playfully slapping my exposed manhood.

How embarrassing! I was just thinking about getting my things quickly so I could come back and admire the beautiful woman sleeping in the morning; I hadn't noticed anything amiss. Luckily, the waitress was well-mannered and didn't seem to notice anything unusual. Could it be that she…? Thinking about what she looked like, she wasn't bad-looking. Men, how can you always be eating what's in your bowl while eyeing what's in the pot? There's a saying: "Why not pick the wildflowers by the roadside? "

I was lost in thought.

"Will you take me home later?" she asked again when she saw me daydreaming.

Her words pulled me back to reality. I said, "No, I won't. But I'll pick you up." She laughed and said, "Don't be shameless, I didn't say I was going to move in... What were you thinking about just now? You were so lost in thought." I said, "I was thinking about how you look when you're sleeping, my pillow was covered in drool." She threw the pillow at me and said, "You're talking nonsense, you're the one drooling." I caught the pillow and threw it back. "I was drooling, seeing someone sleeping so restlessly, thighs, pussy, all exposed." I licked my lips and said, "So tempting!" She exclaimed, "You pervert..." I took off my bathrobe, threw it aside, and sang, "Wake up early, the air is so fresh, let's exercise together." As I sang, I pounced on it like a hungry wolf.

She burrowed under the covers, curling up, while I howled and pulled the covers away.

I threw the covers off the bed, only to find her lying there, her body weakly resisting. This only fueled my animalistic desires.

I pinned her down; she was panting, her chest rising and falling. A deep kiss, and I touched her—she was already a wet slug. Quickly. A rapid in, slow out. Nine dips followed by one deep one. Her juices flowed freely, and I ejaculated profusely. This time, however, she helped me, lowering my penis and ejaculating onto her stomach. I had originally wanted her to use her mouth, but she refused. Knowing her conservative nature, I didn't force her. Let's take it slow.

As I ejaculated, I said, "Se-yi." She didn't understand, asking suspiciously, "Want more?" I laughed, kissing her passionately, and we had another intense lovemaking session, leaving both beds soaked.

The second time, at her insistence, I used a condom. She said, "That way I won't be afraid of you getting any bad ideas." I asked, "What bad ideas would I get?" She replied, "I wonder where you want to ejaculate?" I chuckled awkwardly, feeling helpless... We played in the water together, and after breakfast, it was already past ten. I took her home and picked her up. I wanted to go alone, but she refused. When I asked her why, she replied, "The tide is coming, and something is considered unlucky; a husband shouldn't touch it."

I was so angry! If I had known this, I should have ejaculated inside her. I started planning what to do tonight. I asked her with concern if her period was regular and if she had any unusual symptoms. She replied, "Good."

I was so angry I rubbed my thighs.

Women are strange; their bodies are like their everything. Especially if you can satisfy their bodies. Later, she asked me to help her with the quote, claiming it was some kind of trade secret. She didn't hide anything from me. We finished the quote together in half an hour.

She asked me, "Is this okay? This price..." I confidently replied, "Yes." I casually adjusted the price; the afternoon's bidding was a sealed bid. We waited outside. Director Deng sent me a string of question marks. I replied: "Let's follow the procedure. It's always just us winning bids. You guys are under a lot of pressure." I guess that old dog was cursing me in his heart when he saw the message.

The result was self-evident. I congratulated Wang Sifei and expressed my regret to Director Deng and Engineer Liu. Director Deng said there would be opportunities to cooperate next time.

Leaving the building, I waited for Wang Sifei at the corner. Just as I took out a cigarette, Director Deng called: "That girl is good, you acted quickly."

I replied: "Nothing, don't talk nonsense, you're tarnishing my reputation. I'm a married man."

He said: "Come on, even the way she walks has changed, you're ruthless. This girl looks really good, help me matchmake sometime."

I thought to myself: "Bullshit: It really wasn't me, I didn't even notice how she walked, I don't know who she was with, was it you?"

We both laughed heartily.

After hanging up with Director Deng, Engineer Liu's call came in.

"Oh, Engineer Liu, I was just on the phone with Director Deng... What?" I saw Wang Sifei come out, glanced at the building, then darted deeper inside, saying, "Didn't you say you were under a lot of pressure? I gave up the bid, and you blamed me... Okay, okay, don't worry... Hmm... Okay, next time I'll definitely withstand your pressure... Alright... Hmm, bye-bye." Looking at Wang Sifei, she was all smiles and walked with a light gait. Nothing seemed amiss. Was the old man lying to me?

I asked Wang Sifei, "Does it hurt down there?" Wang Sifei groaned and said, "I was afraid you'd be waiting too long, so I walked fast and didn't notice. Now that you mention it, it really hurts a little." The old man's eyes are sharp... That night, we enjoyed a passionate night together, and I finally ejaculated inside her.

Postscript: Wang Sifei left the contract and agreement unmentioned. Two days later, I met with Director Deng. During the meal, Director Deng brought up the old matter again, which I laughed off. After a satisfying meal, we went to a KTV for some fun, and a hostess entered. I always felt she was just a vulgar woman. Director Deng was very pleased.

He gave me 10,000 RMB, which I accepted with a smile. I returned home drunk that night; the beauty was still awake. We bathed together, then fell asleep in each other's arms. I regretted not meeting her sooner. Another day, I met Engineer Liu. We drank and chatted. We went to the sauna again. He offered me money. I refused, saying, "The matter is not yet settled." I dared not accept it. He said, "You have worked hard; we'll meet again later." I persuaded him to accept it. Returning home, the beauty was also still awake. I embraced her and smelled her fragrance. I asked, "Why do you smell so good?"

I replied, "Shower gel." The beauty was suspicious, sat on the bed, and wept. I was angry, took off my clothes, and said, "Such a vigorous woman, how could she decline after a second time, or exhaust after a third?" The beauty felt ashamed, tears still in her eyes, and finally, I gave her oral sex. She wanted me to swallow, but I couldn't, and she vomited for a long time.

The world is bustling with people coming and going for profit.

I originally wanted to give Wang Sifei 30,000 RMB, but she ultimately refused to accept it. I bought her a necklace with the engraving: "Love Chain."

In this murky world, I was already lost, yearning for pure love. How to find it, where to find it...love.

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