Memoir of an Encounter

Encounters are the most beautiful things.

—Epigraph She was a senior college student, about to graduate, searching everywhere for internships so that the school could smoothly stamp her graduation certificate on the day she received it. It has to be said, universities these days are really rubbish; she didn't learn much knowledge, and on the eve of graduation, she couldn't get internship certificates from employers, and the school was withholding her graduation certificate.

He was an employee of a military factory, a year younger than her, and because he graduated from a junior college, he entered the workforce before her. He was a member of the comprehensive management department in his company, mainly responsible for human resources.

Originally, they would have had absolutely no connection, but through a series of coincidences, they met.

Every spring, in most cities, the social security and human resources bureaus, in conjunction with other major departments and universities, organize job fairs for college graduates. He represented his company to recruit office clerks at her school, and incidentally, he could also look at pretty girls.

As the saying goes, "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders." Since he was responsible for his company's recruitment work, he certainly had to be responsible to his company and himself. A pretty face on the outside but a rotten core won't do; the employee must have work skills, otherwise hiring a mere pretty face wouldn't be fair to the boss who pays their salary. As for appearance, it just needs to be presentable to colleagues and able to eat lunch. Of course, beauty and intelligence combined would be even better, but would things really go as planned?

He prepared the company's promotional brochures and application forms, sitting behind the recruitment table, idly passing the time. Perhaps the first job fair is exciting, but once the novelty wears off, going from one to another is tedious. He might not make a single sale all morning, or he might just set up his stall only to be approached by an unattractive woman, ruining his whole day.

She had seen a notice from the school a few days ago about a large-scale job fair for graduating students on a certain date.

So, she got up early that day, dressed herself up, and went downstairs to attend the job fair, hoping to find a suitable job.

Arriving at the sports field, she was astonished to find it packed with people. There were thousands of recruiters from various companies and employers, plus school volunteers and graduating students; the field was more bustling than a university sports meet.

She was an education major, hoping to apply for teaching or clerical positions. After looking around, she found that most of the schools hiring teachers were in rural areas, which didn't satisfy her. After all, she came from a rural background, and after four years of university in the city, she couldn't very well go back to the countryside! She wandered aimlessly until she reached a recruitment table and looked around. This place also hired clerical staff; the pay was average, but room and board were provided, which suited her well. Her hometown wasn't in the city, and graduation wasn't far off. After graduation, she knew she wouldn't be able to continue living on campus; renting a place and finding food would be a problem. Although the salary wasn't high, the room and board were acceptable. She filled out an application form, left a copy of her carefully prepared resume, and left.

She submitted two resumes that morning, feeling the job fair was rather superficial; finding a suitable job seemed too difficult.

Lunchtime arrived, so he packed up his materials and headed home. In the afternoon,

while organizing the application forms, he found her resume. Of course, many people who filled out the application form also left a resume to increase their chances of being hired. He noticed her resume was quite thick and, out of curiosity, opened it. What he saw shocked him. Copies of her English CET-4/6 certificates, teacher's qualification certificate, Mandarin proficiency certificate (Level 1B), accounting certificate, outstanding student certificate, youth volunteer certificate… He tried to recall what kind of person this girl was, but couldn't remember.

He called the number she left on the application form and told her to come to the company for an interview at 9:00 AM the next day.

She hadn't had high hopes, but was naturally happy to receive an interview invitation. She thought to herself: "Everyone has their own talents; it's a loss for employers not to hire someone as excellent as me."

The next day, she arrived on time for the appointment.

Entering the company gate, she felt good. Unlike other factories, this one wasn't filled with the constant roar of machinery and the chaotic atmosphere of the factory grounds. The courtyard was lined with neat rows of trees on both sides, and directly in front was a large, lush lawn with an artificial lake in the middle. A walkway ran across the lake, and a small pavilion stood in the center, a picturesque scene.

Passing the grass and lake, she arrived at the administration building, a three-story retro-style building. Turning left on the first floor, the second-to-last office was the Human Resources department.

She knocked lightly and went in. To her surprise, in such a large company, the person in charge of Human Resources was a young man who looked to be under 20. Of course, she wouldn't say these things aloud; she kept them to herself.

He stood up and gestured for her to help herself to disposable cups in the cabinet under the water dispenser. Then he asked her to sit in the chair opposite him, and the interview officially began.

Everything was quite different from what she had imagined. The interview was supposed to be formal, but he seemed completely unserious, even joking around. He didn't ask many professional questions, but casually chatted about everyday life. The entire interview went on in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere; someone unaware of the truth would have thought he and she were longtime friends.

The Human Resources department, although subordinate to the General Management department, is also a separate department. You could say it's an inconspicuous department on the organization code chart, but it wields considerable power. For example, it has life-or-death power over labor compensation, personnel files, corporate culture, and employee year-end performance reviews.

In simple terms, the Human Resources department is the eyes and ears of a unit, a company; if you don't meet its standards, getting hired will be difficult.

He thought she was quite good: 165cm tall, 46kg, and her looks were above average, presentable enough to take out in public. So he decided to keep her; the other application forms would just have to go to the shredder.

Of course, newly hired employees are assigned to various departments, and if the department head doesn't agree, they can't start work smoothly. He transferred her resume and application form to the general office.

The recruitment of new employees was temporarily put on hold; all that remained was to

wait for the general office leader's reply. Waiting was an agonizing period, filled with hope yet fear of disappointment. She wasn't sure if she would be hired. Just when she felt helpless, the phone rang. She answered it; it was him.

He always enjoyed befriending beautiful women, and using his position, he easily contacted her, inviting her out for a walk sometime. She didn't know whether to refuse or accept! Refusing would undoubtedly mean the job was gone, but what would happen if she accepted?

The next morning, before she even got out of bed, the phone rang. He told her he was waiting for her at her school gate. She didn't believe it; how could that be? He said, "I brought you breakfast. If you don't come down to the school gate to pick me up, it'll get cold. I'll only wait half an hour!" She no longer hesitated, because she knew he was definitely at the school gate. Putting aside whether he really brought her breakfast, not seeing him wouldn't do her any good.

Getting up, dressing, and showering took 10 minutes; simple makeup took fifteen. She thought to herself, "This is bad. I'm running late. If I'm late for our first meeting, will he think I have no sense of time?" In the workplace, punctuality and trustworthiness are essential.

She rushed downstairs and spotted him right below the girls' dormitory. He was wearing a white casual outfit and carrying a Kappa bag, standing there quite conspicuously. She quickly walked over, greeted him, and the two of them disappeared around the school gate.

There was no breakfast; they simply bought a bag of snacks at the supermarket near the school gate. He said, "Let me take you to the suburbs. There's a really nice tourist spot there." She had been studying in this city for four years but rarely explored its corners, spending most of her time on campus, occasionally going out to buy necessities. She thought about it and agreed, since he had given her a pretty good impression. Tall, handsome, and very refined, he spoke calmly and respectfully. They

boarded a long-distance bus to the suburbs, and the scenery along the way was quite beautiful. It was early spring, and everything was coming back to life.

Waves of green wheat stretched as far as the eye could see, inspiring countless daydreams. After gazing at it for a while, the wheat field seemed relatively still, devoid of any life. Just as the saying goes, "When you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up," the scenic spot was right before their eyes. Looking out, the fields were ablaze with vibrant flowers and lush greenery, a truly captivating sight.

He and she strolled side by side, like a couple, through the verdant mountains and clear waters. They walked and stopped, looked here and there, like two children who never grew up, full of childlike innocence and playfulness.

Around noon, they arrived at a farmhouse restaurant, ordered a few simple dishes, and sat down to eat some snacks.

He was a picky eater, disliking this and that, and surprisingly, she was just as picky.

After the food was served, they looked at each other, staring at each other blankly. Clearly, neither of them was very interested in the wild mountain delicacies; they only ate a few bites to avoid their stomachs rumbling in the afternoon and spoiling their enjoyment of the scenery.

After lunch and a short rest, they continued deeper into the mountains.

Ahead lay a ghost town, and he chuckled to himself. If he took her there, he was sure he could get some benefits; girls are generally timid, and he figured she'd come running to him without him even needing to hold her hand.

The two walked towards the ghost town. Although frightened, she acted bravely, knowing the dangers but venturing into the lion's den. They bought tickets and entered.

After crossing the Bridge of Helplessness, they were greeted by the Black and White Impermanence, who were actually moving, sometimes converging in the middle to block the path, sometimes parting to the sides. She was genuinely terrified, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. He sensed her distress and reassured her that they were just machine parts covered in paper. He pulled her hand forward, and she didn't resist, instead gripping his hand tightly as if afraid he would let go. She walked slowly, her heel barely touching the Black and White Impermanence figures when they began to move closer together. Just then, the white impermanence's wooden staff touched her hand. "Oh my god!" she screamed, throwing herself into his arms. He held her tightly, feeling the softness of her breasts against his chest. He gently patted her back, telling her it was alright. About a minute later, she came to her senses, her eyes brimming with tears.

They continued walking, clinging tightly to his arm the whole time, as if afraid he would run away. All thoughts of propriety between men and women, of a girl's reserve, were thrown to the winds.

Finally, they heard voices ahead. After confirming their location, she pulled him forward quickly, thinking that more people would give them courage. It turned out there was a fortune teller ahead; for one yuan, she could tell about past lives, marriage, fortune, and more… She told him she wanted to try. He had no objection; it was just to amuse her and have some fun! First, she extended her right hand, counting her thumb. Five one-yuan coins at a time—that was her past life. Then five more one-yuan coins, her index finger—that was her present life. Next, five more one-yuan coins, her middle finger—that was her marriage. And then five more one-yuan coins—that was her fortune. At this point, she felt like she'd been tricked, deceived by the sorceress. The sorceress continued, using her silver tongue to keep talking, switching to her other hand, a small one-yuan coin—to calculate her past and present lives. If both hands showed the same result, she was sure to be rich and powerful in this life… She thought better of it; the procedure was a fixed pattern, no matter how she calculated, the result would be the same. He took twenty yuan from his wallet, handed it to the sorceress, and pulled her away. Near the exit, another sorceress was hawking Meng Po soup. He teased her,

"Want a bowl to try? Hehe!" She glared at him, grabbed his hand, and quickly walked away from the ghost town.

She had no heart left for it. Seeing that she wasn't very happy, he found a shady pavilion to sit down and rest, chatting. She said, "I'm sorry, you've spent so much money." He smiled without saying a word. He took her hand and gently stroked it, and she didn't resist.

After chatting for about fifteen minutes, he reached out and put his arm around her waist, lifting her onto his lap. She protested, saying,

"I'm too heavy, what if I hurt you?" He laughed, "You're not even 100 pounds, not even as heavy as a dead chick, haha!" Hearing this, she was so angry that she tried to hit him, but she lost her balance and almost fell to the ground. He held her tightly, then slowly let go, letting her sit in his lap. The two of them bantered like lovers.

Happy times always fly by, and before she knew it, it was almost dark. She said to him, "How about you take me back to school, or you treat me to dinner? Choose one!" He said, "I'll treat you to dinner!" "Where should we eat?" He looked at her and said, "How about we eat at my place?" She retorted, "Aren't you afraid your girlfriend will make you sleep on the floor tonight? Just take me home to eat!" He took her hand and said, "Come on, I'm still single!" She punched him lightly, "Nobody believes you!"

By the time they got to his house, it was almost dark. She said, "I think I'll go back to school. Let's hang out another day. It's getting late, and it looks like it might rain." He said, "It's okay. I've already told my family that some friends are coming over for dinner tonight. Besides, even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws eventually, haha." He then ran off, and she chased after him. After some playful bickering, they arrived at his house.

He made her a packet of instant noodles for dinner. Although it didn't taste very good, at least it filled her stomach.

She had just finished dinner when she heard thunder outside the window, and then it started raining. She muttered, "What bad luck, it's raining, how am I going to get home? It's all your fault." He said, "It's okay, you can stay here tonight." She said, "No way I'd stay with you!" He hugged her, "Tonight I'll turn you into my ghost, hmph, hmph." She ignored him, turned on the computer, and started playing QQ Speed.

"Rainy days, if the heavens don't want you, I will." He suddenly blurted out this as he lay in bed watching her play. She said, "Don't worry, I'm definitely going back to school tonight, forget about it!" He got up, pulled her to the bedside, and said, "XX, look me in the eyes, trust me, if you hope nothing happens tonight, then nothing will happen. But if you want something to happen, I can grant your wish." He was very serious, and she hesitated for a moment. The rain kept pouring down, so she finally agreed to stay at his place that night.

Tired from playing games, she climbed into bed and slipped under the covers, fully clothed. He gestured for her to take off her coat, saying,

"You've been running around all day; your coat is covered in dust, and it's gotten all over the bed. It's dirty." Although she was extremely reluctant, she had no choice but to submit, being dependent on him. She hesitated for a moment, then took off her coat, leaving only her underwear, and stared at him, saying, "This is the maximum I can accept. Don't go too far." He ignored her, reaching out to pull her into his arms.

Her body trembled slightly, then quickly regained its composure. Life is like rape; if you can't resist, why not enjoy it? To knowingly do the impossible is simply being out of touch with reality.

He didn't do anything more extreme; instead, he kissed her forehead and held her as they quietly fell asleep.

No man can remain unmoved by a woman's advances, but sacrificing one's youth for a moment's pleasure is not worth it. What's the difference between having the body but not the heart, and necrophilia? One wrong step can lead to eternal regret. It wasn't that he didn't want to possess her, but he was waiting for a better opportunity.

Holding her in his arms, she couldn't sleep, only falling asleep when his breathing became steady.

The next morning, she woke up to find nothing unusual about her body, knowing nothing unpleasant had happened the night before. Her affection for him grew even stronger, though of course she couldn't tell him.

His job was an office job, working 9-to-5, with weekends off. Today was his day off. After getting up, he took her to what he considered the best breakfast and then took her back to school.

In the late afternoon, his phone rang. Seeing it was her calling, he answered knowingly. "Where are you? I'm bored in my dorm alone. All my roommates have gone out. Come pick me up and take me out for a while." They agreed to meet at the school gate.

Half an hour later, he arrived at her school gate and found her even more beautiful and sexy than yesterday. She was wearing a small blouse and tight jeans. He asked her if she was cold, and she shook her head. He patted her head, "Silly woman, you're not cold now, but you'll definitely be cold tonight."

He took her to the Oscars to see a movie. She wanted to see "All's Well, Ends Well 2010," but unfortunately, the tickets for that day were sold out. If they didn't have to wait, they could see "Little Big Soldier." He bought two tickets and went in.

Inside, it was pitch black, but thankfully, a staff member used a flashlight to illuminate the steps; otherwise, he was afraid of falling. The staff member checked their tickets and told them their seats were in the first row. Oh my god! Sitting in the first row meant they wouldn't be blocked by the people in front, but the screen was bigger, and watching the movie would strain their eyes.

"Little Big Soldier" was really mediocre; he wasn't very interested, but she watched it with great interest, occasionally bursting into laughter along with the crowd. He woke up, checked the time, and saw the movie was about to end in five minutes. He pulled her up and led her outside. She asked, "Why don't you wait until the end?" He said, "There are only five minutes left. The rest is probably just the end credits, nothing much to see, or maybe the end credits. We'll all leave together soon, and I don't want you getting jostled." Whether it was true or not didn't matter, but she felt a warmth in her heart.

After leaving the theater, it was almost time for dinner, but she said she wasn't hungry. He then took her to stroll along the pedestrian street. The pedestrian street was actually a 1000-meter-long road lined with various clothing stores.

A woman's greatest hobby is shopping; whether she buys anything is secondary, the important thing is the shopping experience. He followed her, going from one store to another, until he was exhausted. Finally, he just stood at the entrance smoking silently, letting her go into the stores by herself. She tactfully said, "I'm hungry, let's go eat!" He asked if she could eat spicy food, and she nodded. He took her to a fairly famous Sichuan restaurant.

"Boss, two bottles of beer, a boiled fish, a spicy blood curd, shredded pork with garlic sauce, and an egg drop soup, please." After ordering, he went out and bought her a bottle of energy drink, because he didn't like girls drinking alcohol.

Although it was dinnertime, the food was served quickly, except the boiled fish took a little longer. They were both sweating profusely, their tongues lolling out from the spiciness, but they were very happy.

After dinner, he put his arm around her waist and walked along the street. A gentle breeze caressed their faces, bringing a refreshing coolness. He asked, "Did you have fun today?" She nodded. "Then let's go to my place tonight. I don't want you to leave." She thought about it and agreed.

Women are strange creatures. Once there's a first time, there will naturally be a second, and a third. Because he hadn't touched her the first time she stayed overnight at his house, she believed him. But tonight, would things really be as she thought? Can there really be pure friendship between men and women?

Without much entanglement, they both stripped down to their underwear and lay in bed. To her surprise, he took off his underwear, leaving him naked. Holding her, the heat of his lower body made her somewhat embarrassed.

She was torn; she couldn't bring herself to remove it with her hands, yet leaving it pressed against her was uncomfortably hot. Then he spoke: "Can you feel something pressing against you? Is it very hot?" She turned her head away, ignoring him, because no matter what she said, it wouldn't be the answer she wanted.

He lowered his head and kissed her neck. She tried to push him away, but her strength failed her, and she could only turn her head away, letting him do as he pleased. His lips roamed lightly across her neck, occasionally nibbling at her earlobe, his tongue slipping inside, blowing hot breath into her ear. This time, she truly couldn't take it anymore. A woman's neck and ears are extremely sensitive. A kiss on the neck alone would make a woman sway back and forth in bed, unbearably itchy; add a kiss on the ear, and no woman could control herself. She turned her head and bit his shoulder, the pain making him abandon his attempt to penetrate her ear.

She'd heard a friend say long ago, "If a man truly loves you, he'll kiss your lips first; if he kisses your neck or other places first, then he only has primal desire for you." But now, he kissed her neck first, so it seemed his feelings for her weren't love.

He unhooked her bra, took her breast into his mouth, sucking hard and biting gently. She resisted even more fiercely, whether from pleasure or discomfort, her body twisting incessantly. He didn't stop; the feeling was wonderful. He squeezed her breasts together with both hands; her nipples were already erect. He licked her left breast, then sucked on her right nipple, her breasts changing shape under his caresses.

Her body was now very sensitive, slightly warm. He reached down and touched her lower body; her panties were already wet. He wasn't in a hurry to have her. Instead, he picked her up and let her sit on his lap, feeling the wetness of her lower body. She was somewhat intoxicated and no longer resisted his advances. He got out of bed, took a condom from the computer desk drawer, and climbed back onto the bed.

He told her to take off her panties, which she did. He knelt between her legs, admiring her magnificent vulva.

It was indeed beautiful; her labia majora weren't fully separated, only wide enough for a little finger, while her labia minora were tightly closed. Inside her labia majora, a small clitoris stood erect like a soybean, with sparse pubic hair. He reached out and gently squeezed her clitoris with his thumb and forefinger. She reacted strongly, trembling all over.

He knew things could proceed.

He put on a condom but didn't penetrate her. Instead, he rubbed her clitoris back and forth at the entrance of her vagina, making her unable to resist, constantly twisting her hips. Suddenly, his penis slid in naturally, filled with heat, almost causing him to ejaculate. He remained motionless, afraid that she would squeeze him out and he would be too embarrassed. It was tight and hot inside. He leaned forward, taking her breast into his mouth, but his lower body didn't move. He was waiting, waiting for himself to adjust to the temperature of her lower body.

After a moment, he felt his penis getting harder, and he began to move slowly. With each movement, she moaned softly, biting her lip tightly. The threshold for ejaculation had passed; he could move freely and control the situation, so he loosened his grip. She wanted to cry out, but was too embarrassed to, so she hugged him with both hands. When his movements became faster and she couldn't bear it, she hugged him tightly and bit his neck and shoulders, forcing him to slow down due to the pain. He felt her vagina getting hotter and hotter, knowing she was about to climax, so he quickened his movements, waiting for her orgasm. She hugged his neck tightly, thrusting her lower body upwards, trembling all over, and remained motionless.

He pulled out his penis, parted her legs, and saw a white liquid flowing from her vagina. There wasn't much; it only flowed onto her buttocks, not onto the sheets. The white liquid looked like semen, but he knew he hadn't ejaculated; it was her vaginal lubrication.

He tried to make her sit on him, but she refused. He had no choice but to make her kneel on the bed, and he entered her from behind. Because her legs were together, it felt very tight when he entered. Due to the angle, he felt his penis touch her pubic bone, which felt incredibly pleasurable. This position was also unbearable for her. Everyone knows that a woman's G-spot is below the pubic bone; it could be said that with each thrust, he almost grazed her G-spot. She cried out, which excited him even more, and he thrust faster. Her cries grew louder and louder; at this point, she couldn't control herself anymore, only knowing that she was experiencing immense pleasure. Suddenly, her vagina contracted rapidly and rhythmically, and she climaxed again. This time it lasted longer, probably about ten seconds. His penis was trapped inside her, unable to move, and her vagina continued to contract and tremble. He couldn't take it anymore and ejaculated, climbing onto her. Her legs went weak, and she also collapsed onto the bed. Five minutes later

, having regained some strength, he slid his semi-erect penis out of her vagina, parted her legs, and saw her lower body—a white, wet patch, a mixture of his semen and her own vaginal fluids—a truly spectacular sight.

He wiped his penis clean with tissues and, finding her still lying on the bed, cleaned her genitals as well, then held her as they fell asleep. It wasn't that she didn't want to wipe away the disgusting mess, but her legs were weak, and she had no strength left in her body.

The next day, after they separated, all her goodwill towards him vanished. She didn't hate him, only herself. She changed her phone number and never contacted him again.

An encounter is the most beautiful thing; after the passion fades, what remains?

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