The Loser's Ambition 2

Another year has passed, and Wang Yang, who hasn't been home for two years, decided to return for the Spring Festival this year. These past two years have been incredibly difficult for

him ; he's been through a lot – depressed, lost, helpless, insecure, yet resilient.

But he still had to keep going. Life won't give you any extra points just because you're unhappy, unless you decide you

don't want to live . So you have to finish playing this game of life. The moment he embarked on his journey home, he

took a deep breath. The air of his hometown was so fresh and familiar, the water so clear. The Spring Festival

was a bustling time at the train station, packed with people. Every migrant worker radiated the joy of returning home. Everyone's

eyes conveyed the same message: I can go home! It's so good to be home! Some young couples brought their children

home, playing and frolicking at the station, simple and happy. Some construction workers were a little dirty,

but it couldn't hide their joy at returning home. Some young people, dressed no differently from city dwellers,

chatted about topics that interested them or simply had microphones in their ears, intently watching their tablets,

looking quite cool. Wang Yang quietly gazed at these strangers like himself, now that he was home. He felt

a sense of relaxation, wondering how his friends back home were doing, and how his parents

were doing.

"Yangzi, is work in the city going well? Are you eating and sleeping well?" After a

warm greeting with his parents, they began to chat with him gently.

"Mom and Dad, I'm doing quite well in the city. I'm learning a lot. Don't worry," Wang Yang

replied .

"Oh, Yangzi, you must take care of yourself. Everything depends on yourself when you're away from home. Your father and mother aren't very capable;

we can't help you much," his mother said lovingly.

"Mom, don't mention it. I'm a grown man; I can take care of myself," Wang Yang replied with a smile.

"Yangzi, have you found a wife in the city? To be honest, you're not getting any younger

. In the village, men your age already have children several years old," his mother suddenly changed the subject to her biggest concern:

whether her beloved son had a girlfriend.

A hint of pain flashed in Wang Yang's eyes, but he quickly concealed it. "No, Mom, what's the rush? Your

son needs to work hard now to give you a good life. Don't worry, your son isn't a coward; he'll definitely bring you

a beautiful wife." Wang Yang said firmly and confidently.

"Sigh, your mom and dad are hoping to find some grandchildren. Look at Chen Xiaohua from our village,

she's about your age, perfect, and pretty too. Should we ask her out tomorrow? Her mother

came to ask me a few days ago, saying my son is successful, a college graduate, and working in the provincial capital. Her parents have

a good impression of you. How about we have a meal together sometime?" His mother continued to play matchmaker.

"No need, Mom, don't worry, I'll handle it myself. A man needs a career first," Wang Yang said

evasively .

"Sigh," his mother knew she couldn't persuade him, so she could only sigh and eat her food.

Wang Yang felt a pang of resentment. He knew Chen Xiaohua; she was his junior high school classmate. She

was a bit of a tomboy, rather short, of average appearance. She'd had a slight

crush on him back in school. After graduating junior high, he went to high school in the county town because of his good grades, while she helped her family with chores. During a casual

phone conversation, his childhood friend told him that she now worked at the village committee, handling everyday

matters in their hometown. He didn't want to be tied down by family so quickly, especially not with an ordinary

, unsexy, unglamorous woman. He didn't want his dreams to be confined to this village.

Sometimes, deep down, Wang Yang had to admit he looked down on her. He could

be friends , but deep down, he considered himself a city dweller. "All men are created equal," he

told himself, "I refuse to accept my fate." Yes, I licked Xia Liu's ass like a dog, I pursued Li Li

like and was then disdainfully abandoned by this cheap woman who had been played with by men. But Wang Yang

told himself that he had never abandoned himself. "You can take away the commander of an army, but you can't take away the will of a common man!" "I'm not dead yet, I

still have a chance," Wang Yang told himself every day in front of the mirror, repeating it over and over. This was his

motivation . "I'm still alive, I haven't lost!" Today is the third day of the Lunar New Year, and the festive atmosphere is even stronger in the countryside

. Most of his childhood friends have returned. No matter how far away, one's hometown is always one's root. So,

on the evening of the third day of the Lunar New Year, a few of his friends prepared a table of food and drinks, chatting about their current situations, reminiscing about

the old days . After two bottles of baijiu, their tongues were swollen.

"Come on, Brother Wang Yang, drink! I heard you're doing well in Hangzhou, even a manager. Next time I come to

work for you, I'll help my brother out," said a chubby young man. His name was Wang Xugang. According to the village's custom,

they were even from the same clan, having grown up together.

"Hehe, Xiaogang, you're still giving me that crap? Let me tell you, I'm nothing in Hangzhou!" Wang Yang said

with a laugh , but his eyes were a little teary. Manager? Just a small company. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

He couldn't tell his colleagues that this college graduate, this manager from the provincial capital, was still renting

a house in the countryside, commuting an hour each way by bus, working like a dog every day, chasing after a

woman five years his senior who was promiscuous, only to be rejected and dumped. This manager from the provincial capital couldn't even earn ten thousand yuan

a month ! Manager?! Hehe, this joke is really lame.

"Brother, what can I say? You're a college graduate, aren't you? You and Zhang Jian are the only ones from our village who got into college

, aren't you?" Wang Xugang poured himself and the bespectacled guy next to him a full glass of wine.

"Xiao Gang, why are you dragging me into this? Let me tell you, this generation of college students is really unlucky

. With the expansion of university enrollment, college degrees are worthless now. To be honest, they don't even earn as much as you do on a construction site!"

The short, bespectacled man jumped up and said.

"Well, how can I put it? A college graduate doesn't even earn as much as we did after junior high. Don't kid me, bro," Wang Xugang said, his face

showing disbelief.

"Let me ask you, if you were a bricklayer on a construction site, you'd at least make ten thousand yuan a month, right?" Zhang Jian

said awkwardly, holding his wine glass.

"Well, if there's a lot of work, that's about it," Wang Xugang said, scratching his head and chuckling.

"These days, it's all about skilled workers like you. Wang Yang's doing well now, he's a manager after all.

Ugh, I'm in trouble. I studied to be a teacher, thinking it would be a respectable job with a good income.

But look at how schools in the city are all about connections these days. I didn't go to any prestigious university, and now

I can only fucking ridiculous. I've been working for two years

now, and I only make 2,000 yuan a month. I feel like dying," Zhang Jian said dejectedly, his eyes

slightly red, and he suddenly rubbed his face.

"Manager? Heh, I make about 8,000 a month now, but you can imagine

how much I spend in Hangzhou. To be honest, I haven't saved any money in the past two years," Wang Yang said dejectedly, slowly

picking up his wine glass and taking a big gulp. "Xiao Gang and Xiao Linzi are still the best. I wish I

hadn't gone to that damn university!"

"Brother, what are you saying about me? Sigh, every family has its own problems. Xiao Gang and I didn't fare much

better working in Guangzhou," a tall, honest-looking young man said.

"Hey, by the way, I haven't seen Meijuan with you since I came back. You two aren't married yet?"

Wang Yang asked, somewhat surprised.

"Brother," Wang Xugang immediately winked at Wang Yang, giving him a meaningful look. Xiao Linzi's

face turned pale, revealing unspeakable pain and indignation. His hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and his eyes suddenly reddened

.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yang immediately realized what he might have asked.

"Hey, brother, don't ask anymore. Meijuan and I broke up, sob sob." A grown man slumped onto the table

and cried.

Meijuan and Xiaolinzi were a couple from our village. She had been our childhood playmate. Meijuan was

a well-known beauty here, with a classic oval face and bright, clear eyes. The verdant mountains and azure streams

gave the girls here healthy, fair skin, while the long hours of labor kept them slender

and tall. After graduating from high school, she and Xiaolinzi went to Guangzhou to work, wanting to see

how . "Brother, let's go! I saw they're hiring textile workers there. I can apply," Meijuan said affectionately,

snuggling into Xiaolinzi's arms. 　　"Juan, I saw they were hiring at that construction site. The pay is so high, 4,000 yuan a month ! That's barely enough for six months of farming at home. Juan, don't worry, I'll work hard there and make something of myself. I'll give you a good life!" Xiao Linzi said solemnly to Meijuan, his eyes filled with determination and confidence. 　　"Brother, I believe you," Meijuan said emotionally, moved. 　　Their faces drew closer, their lips slowly meeting in a passionate, wet kiss, enveloping each other. "Mmm, mmm, brother, Meijuan, I love you, I love you too. Marry me, Juan. I'll treat you well for the rest of my life . I'll take care of you and never let you suffer any hardship," Xiao Linzi said, gazing at Meijuan with deep affection. 　　"Brother, I believe you. I want to marry you too. Let's save some money in two years and live a good life together," Meijuan replied shyly, her cheeks flushed, exceptionally charming, her youthful fragrance making Xiao Linzi lose his bearings . Xiao Linzi's hands began to wander, his touches getting lower and lower. He started to lift her skirt, trying to slip his hand between Meijuan's legs. Meijuan, however, shyly resisted, her long, beautiful legs clamping tightly around his lower body , refusing to let Xiao Linzi succeed. 　　"Juan, I can't hold back anymore. Please say yes. I will take care of you for the rest of my life and love you forever ," Xiao Linzi said, his voice trembling. His hands ravaged Meijuan's body, and suddenly, ignoring Meijuan's legs, Xiao Linzi forcefully thrust one hand into her flower garden. 　　"Brother, no!" Meijuan was extremely shy and pushed Xiaolinzi away, a slight displeasure on her face. "Brother, you have to respect your sister. I promise you, on our wedding day, I'll give you everything. Not now, I'm not that kind of woman." 　　Xiaolinzi was also frustrated after being pushed away. His surging desire was abruptly interrupted, which was displeasing to both of them, but he could only helplessly say, "Yes, Juan, it's my fault. I respect your wishes." 　　Guangzhou is one of the most prosperous cities in the south. Its dazzling lights and vibrant nightlife can easily make people lose themselves here . Every outsider who comes to work thinks that money is easy to earn here, but sometimes reality can be harsh. Money isn't so easy to earn. 　　"Our factory is hiring female workers. 4000 yuan a month, 12-hour shifts, um, one day off a month . If the factory gets a lot of work, there's no day off. If the working hours exceed 12 hours, there's overtime pay. Do you provide accommodation? Our factory has dormitories, four people per room, with air conditioning, electricity is at your own expense." Meijuan was quickly hired by a textile factory. 　　"We're looking for bricklayers on the construction site. 100-150 yuan a day. Do you have any skills? Have you done this before ? What? No skills? You can't do masonry or carpentry? Then you can only be a bricklayer." Xiao Linzi was quickly hired. 　　With China's rapid economic development, there Finding work isn't difficult; the key is being unwilling to do it. Working, earning your own living —there's nothing shameful about it. Workers work, civil servants work, even cleaning ladies work— there's nothing to be ashamed of. What's shameful is having hands and feet, being lazy at home, and being young but unwilling to learn and improve! 　　"Xiao Linzi, I'm going to live in the factory area. We might only see each other once a month from now on . Take good care of yourself," Meijuan said reluctantly, her eyes reddening. 　　"Juan, don't cry. I'm in Guangzhou too. I'll come see you when I have time. Don't worry, I 'll definitely make something of myself and give you a good life!" Xiao Linzi said. 　　The ideal was beautiful, but reality was harsh. Money wasn't easy to earn. With 24 hours a day, 12- hour shifts, plus time to sleep, eat, and do chores, it was basically a monotonous job. For a young woman like Meijuan, it was torture. She felt so tired every day, and when she got back to her dorm, she just lay on her bed, not wanting to move. She felt like her youth was being wasted here!

"Sigh, so little money, work is so boring and depressing. Isn't there a faster way to make money?"

Meijuan looked at the bank notification on her phone—a message for 4300 RMB. Lying in bed

staring at the ceiling, she felt a huge gap between her current life and reality. She wished she had a boyfriend who would pick

her up in his car and take her shopping, strolling leisurely through clean streets, opening the doors of boutiques

to look at clothes she liked, picking out something she loved, and then her boyfriend would casually hand her bank

card to the salesperson and they would happily leave for the next destination. She hoped that in the warm spring,

her loved one would take her on a picnic to a beautiful scenic spot; and on rainy days,

she could stay in her warm little home, cooking delicious meals and waiting for her beloved to come home. Just thinking about it made

her heart flutter.

Deep inside the factory area where Meijuan worked, there was a three-story building with high walls and white tiles, shaded

by willow trees . In the factory manager's rest area on the third floor, a lewd and sexually explicit scene was unfolding. A

plump middle-aged man, around 40 years old, was embracing two long, slender, fair legs, letting out joyful roars. Beneath him

, a beautiful woman in her early twenties was constantly twisting her slender waist. Her pretty face

showed expressions that shifted between shyness and utter despair, her small lips emitting sounds of pain mixed with pleasure:

"Ah, ah, manager, no! Ah, manager, you're so fierce! Ah!" The beautiful woman's delicate white

hands gripped the sheets, her pretty brows furrowing in pain. Her slender waist

swayed as if battered by a storm, her shapely hips moving in rhythm with the movements.

"Ah! Ah!" The two groaned almost simultaneously in extreme pleasure. The middle-aged, obese man's massive

body straddled the beautiful woman's, his thick mouth panting heavily. "Xiao Mei, you're getting more and more seductive

," the obese man said with satisfaction. "Mmm, mmm, delicious." After saying that, the obese man

opened his mouth wide and pressed it against the beautiful woman's full breasts, chewing and

sucking .

"Director Zhao, you're really fierce! You've ruined Xiao Mei's genitals and torn my stockings.

How am I supposed to go out and face people later? You have to compensate me," the beautiful woman said, her face flushed with desire, clearly still

recovering .

"Little slut, sigh, I'm getting old, not as strong as I used to be. I love you so much, you little vixen." The fat

man 's saliva dripped from his mouth onto Xiao Mei's breasts. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and

said excitedly, "By the way, when you went to recruit female workers this time, did you see any new talent?"

"You bastard, you just finished with me and you're already looking for the next one? You old pervert, I'll drain you dry!"

Xiao Mei said angrily.

"Oh, Xiao Mei, no, I was just worried that serving me would be too tiring for you, so I found a replacement."

Factory Manager Zhao said with a shameless smile.

"You bastard, hmph." Xiao Mei snorted angrily. Her surname was Yan, and her name was Yan Xiao Mei. She was currently in the external relations department and recruitment department of

this factory. She wasn't always like that; she used to be a factory worker here. Because of her beauty,

she was raped by the current factory manager after only a month of working there. She was utterly devastated and didn't want to live anymore.

She wanted to report him, but as a vulnerable woman in a drunken state, she couldn't explain herself clearly .

She was a complete stranger in this unfamiliar place. The man

surnamed Zhao was a local tyrant, so she had no choice but to swallow her bitterness. However, Zhao was a decent man. Although he raped her, he gave her

5,000 yuan afterward and promised to take good care of her, saying he was instantly captivated by her and

couldn't wait to act on his impulse. He treated her well, especially after the rape. Gradually,

she relaxed. She had needs from men anyway; her previous boyfriend had nothing, but Zhao was

rich. He transferred her to the external relations department, freeing her from the 12-hour workdays.

He bought her cosmetics, a cell phone, and jewelry. Slowly, she became his mistress. What's infuriating is that she later

found out she was already his third mistress. Even now, in the same factory, in the external relations department,

there are two other women just as alluring as herself. But what could she do? About a year later, this beast arranged

for her to help entertain guests, actually wanting her to sleep with them. She was filled with rage and hatred, but

when he threatened her with nude photos and her job, she had no choice. He said he didn't care; the factory

was privately owned, and if she didn't comply, he would fire her. She had been in the factory for so

long , and he had toyed with her for a year; she was no longer a virgin. Since she was sleeping with men anyway, it

didn't matter who she slept with, so she slowly resigned herself to her fate. Now, she's a

sophisticated and At night, sometimes she's a prostitute for guests, and sometimes she's this beast's tool for sexual gratification,

available at his beck and call.

"There's one named Liu Meijuan, a girl from Hunan, as beautiful as a flower," Xiao Mei

said . Sometimes, a miserable person secretly hopes the whole world is miserable with them. She felt a

thrill of pushing someone into a fire pit; little beauty, you'll become this lecher's meal too. "Here, this is her picture."

She showed him a picture on her phone.

The photo showed Meijuan, beautiful and fair-skinned, voluptuous but not seductive, a natural beauty that was breathtaking

. Factory Manager Zhao immediately became aroused; he'd felt this way a few times before, including with

the little beauty beneath him. "Which factory is she from? Let's have a social gathering together in a few days. Hehe," Factory Manager Zhao lewdly

laughed.

Meijuan felt extremely depressed. Looking at the money in her salary card, after food and internet expenses, she

didn't even dare buy clothes, and she couldn't save much. Sigh, her younger brother was going to university soon, and she

'd definitely need to subsidize his work there. Every time Xiao Linzi came to visit, she always felt he

looked travel-worn , his clothes always so dirty. Whenever they went shopping, he always took her to the small commodity

market to buy cheap, low-quality goods, while she always lingered longingly for the clothes in the shop windows.

"Meijuan, you're off today, didn't your boyfriend come to pick you up?" Xiao Mei asked with a smile.

"Sister, I don't know, he hasn't come yet," Meijuan said, looking at the beautiful, tall woman before her with a hint of envy.

She wore milky-white high heels, thin black stockings that hugged her fair legs, a creamy-white suit,

delicate, slender hands, and a meticulously groomed face. She was alluring and sexy, frequently drawing the attention of passing men. She

was like a vibrant, dewy flower, reveling in the greedy gazes of men.

Suddenly, a black Buick drove by in the distance, and a middle-aged man stepped out, carrying a

large bouquet of roses. He approached Xiao Mei and said, "Xiao Mei, I've come to pick you up from work. This is for you."

"Mr. Zhang, you're too kind," Xiao Mei smiled faintly,

covering . "I can't accept this."

"Come on, I'll take you to dinner." Mr. Zhang stepped forward and helped Xiao Mei, as if afraid she might fall,

half-carrying, half-embracing her as he led her to his car.

"Hey, Mei Juan, let's eat together next time! Ah, you're so annoying!" Xiao Mei didn't forget to turn back and

greet into Mr. Zhang's arms, playfully teasing him.

Meijuan stared blankly at the departing car, her heart filled with mixed emotions. There was envy, disdain,

and frustration. Compared to Xiaomei, the glamorous woman with a touch of urban sophistication, she felt like a complete

laborer Her cheap shirt, cheap makeup, her hands clenched tightly together,

and the cuts from her work stung her skin. Sometimes she even despised herself, feeling so

unsophisticated and pathetic.

About two hours later, Xiaolinzi finally arrived, his hair dusty. Although he had changed

into clean clothes, he still looked disheveled. There had been a good job at the construction site that day—

200 yuan for a morning's work—so Xiaolinzi wanted to earn more money to buy Meijuan clothes, which was why he was late.

Meijuan's birthday was in a few days, and he wanted to buy her a nice outfit as a surprise.

"Why are you so late? Where have you been?" Meijuan said coldly, suppressing her

anger .

"I'm going to work, you know. I told you today, a big job came up at the construction site. The foreman said

he'd pay 200 yuan for just half a day's work. Look!" Xiao Linzi proudly waved the 200 yuan in front of Meijuan,

completely oblivious to the disdain and anger in her eyes.

"Oh, 200 yuan? Why not work the whole day? You could earn more that way," Meijuan

said casually.

"It's just that I haven't had the chance. The foreman said he only pays more for half a day. Hey, what's wrong, Meijuan?" Xiao

Linzi finally sensed something was off about Meijuan's tone.

"Nothing. Are you still going to earn money? It's getting late. I don't want to go out anymore. I'm going back."

With that, Meijuan turned and walked away.

"Hey, Meijuan, Meijuan, don't go!" Xiao Linzi rushed forward and grabbed Meijuan.

"Let go! What kind of behavior is this, pulling and tugging like that?" Meijuan said angrily.

"Meijuan, is this your boyfriend?" A friend walked by and asked with a smile,

but her eyes revealed obvious contempt and mockery.

"Let go!" Meijuan forcefully shook off Xiaolinzi's hand and walked towards the factory without looking back, tears of

grievance filling her beautiful eyes. Xiaolinzi was left standing there helplessly, still clutching the

200 yuan soaked with sweat.

"Meijuan, listen to me, I wanted to earn more money that day to buy clothes, Meijuan," Xiaolinzi said affectionately

into the phone.

"Oh, thank you," Meijuan replied coldly.

"Meijuan, I miss you so much. Let's go shopping together on your next monthly day off. The mall has

so many new items; let's go find some." Xiaolinzi said smugly.

"We'll see then. I'm very tired. Sorry, goodnight. *beep beep* *beep beep*" Meijuan hung up

.

Xiaolinzi suddenly felt lost, lonely, and helpless. He felt he was about to lose Meijuan, a

feeling he had never experienced in the mountains.

"Meijuan, the factory manager knew it was your birthday today, so he specially bought you a birthday cake. This is an extra

birthday shopping voucher for you." Xiaomei smiled as she held the birthday cake, looking at the flustered Meijuan.

"The factory manager gave it to me? How did he know it was my birthday?" Meijuan asked in surprise.

"He also said he gave you a day off today and booked a private room at the Jinbihuihuang Hotel to

celebrate . You absolutely have to come! He said you're a new employee at our factory, so we're family."

Xiaomei said with a smile.

"Okay, thank you, factory manager. I'll definitely go tonight." Meijuan suddenly felt a long-lost warmth in her heart, a

happiness she had never felt in a foreign land.

That evening, she carefully dressed herself up, wearing a sky-blue dress, her long, shapely legs encased

in thin flesh-colored stockings. Already tall, she also wore a pair of milky-white high heels.

Now, she looked as beautiful as a bride about to get married.

Inside the opulent hotel, "Come on, Meijuan, let me toast you. You're so beautiful!" Factory Director Zhao

was completely captivated by Meijuan, his lustful eyes constantly taking in her every inch of her body.

"Factory Director Zhao, you're too kind. I can't take it anymore, I can't drink anymore," Meijuan said, her face flushed and

alluring.

"Come on, you're not giving me face if you don't drink, Meijuan. I think you should come work in our factory's external relations department next month

. Being a factory worker is too much of a waste for you," Factory Director Zhao said with a smile.

"Really, Factory Director Zhao, thank you so much!" Meijuan said excitedly.

"Come on, let me toast you." Factory Director Zhao filled Meijuan's glass to the brim with baijiu. "Drink!" Meijuan

felt so happy she was disoriented, and immediately downed the drink in one gulp. She immediately felt dizzy and her

vision blurred.

Factory Director Zhao glanced at Xiaomei beside him, a lewd smile on his face, and gave her a wink. Xiaomei understood and cleverly

helped Meijuan out.

Inside the hotel on the third floor, Director Zhao's face had lost its former kind and approachable demeanor; now

it was filled with lewdness and savage lust. "Little beauty, I've missed you for so long." His fat hands

caressed and slid along Meijuan's long, firm legs, the thin stockings providing a delicate friction. Slowly, his

hands moved towards Meijuan's shapely buttocks, his fingers digging hard.

"Ah!" Meijuan cried out in pain, "No, Xiaolinzi, you're so mean!" Meijuan seemed to be in a daze...

She felt Xiao Linzi groping her.

"Hehe," Director Zhao's lust burned brighter and brighter, his hands growing stronger. His hands,

no longer content with just admiring her beautiful legs, reached inside her pantyhose, penetrating her most precious area.

His fat hands caressed her through her thin silk panties. Suddenly, an extremely

lewd expression appeared on Director Zhao's face. His fat hand grabbed Meijuan's genitals hard. The intense pain and strange sensation caused Meijuan's legs

to twitch, her delicate brows furrowing, and a soft moan escaped her lips. "No, Xiao Linzi,

no , we're not married yet, we can't!" Meijuan weakly waved away the uninvited guest.

"Little lady, your brother is here." Factory Director Zhao could no longer restrain himself. With his two fat hands,

he ripped open Meijuan's pantyhose, exposing her sky-blue silk panties to the beast's eyes. "Ah!" Meijuan screamed

in agony as the factory director ripped off her panties, revealing her tender, red vulva. "No, no,

Xiaolinzi, no, no!" Meijuan's voluptuous body writhed, her small hands pounding against

Factory Director Zhao's body. Her sky-blue dress had been pulled down to her waist; nothing could stop this beast now

.

The factory director cruelly spread apart her long, strong, still struggling legs, raising them to his shoulders. His

massive bayonet was already drawn, and his dark penis had several menacing bumps on it. He wasn't in a hurry to enter

the haven of the beauty beneath him, but instead savored his pre-dinner treat on her warm, moist labia.

"No, no, Xiao Linzi, no, you can only do it after we're married." Meijuan continued her

helpless and futile writhing. Perhaps it was the coldness of her exposed lower body that made her want to open her eyes. She already

felt something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Little beauty, little slut, I'm going to be your groom today." Factory Director Zhao said lewdly.

Meijuan's beauty had already ignited his lust. He didn't want to hide it anymore, and his lower body thrust forward violently. The huge force

sent Meijuan flying, but her long, beautiful legs, which were wrapped around Factory Director Zhao's shoulders, were like two locks that kept her bound to

his crotch. "Ah!" A sharp pain jolted Meijuan awake from her reverie. She felt a sharp pain in her lower body, as if she was

being split in two. Her beautifully curved, voluptuous body was... She writhed wildly, her fair legs, hoisted onto the factory manager's shoulders

, kicking frantically. Her milky-white high heels traced helpless

patterns . Bright red virgin blood flowed from her most precious vulva, wetting the factory manager's penis and trickling down her

buttocks, soaking the sheets. She opened her eyes and saw that it wasn't Xiao Linzi thrusting on top of her, but Factory Manager Zhao.

The factory manager was no longer the kind elder at the dinner table, but a beast. "No!

Factory Manager, please let me go!" Mei Juan's delicate hands pounded on Factory Manager Zhao, like lovers playfully fighting.

"Oh, haha, beauty." Factory Manager Zhao felt extremely excited. A virgin's semen was the best aphrodisiac;

this beautiful young woman would later become his tool for venting his lust.

"No, Factory Manager, no! It hurts, no!" Meijuan pleaded in agony, her delicate brows furrowed in pain,

her small hands gripping the sheets helplessly, her fair legs kicking wildly. One of her white high heels was flung

off , revealing her beautiful, slender foot encased in stockings.

"Beauty, it won't hurt for long, Meijuan. I liked you when you first came to the factory, so just give in to me

." Factory Manager Zhao thrust vigorously into her, his enormous penis pounding into Meijuan's

honeypot like an iron rod.

"Factory Manager, please let me go, I beg you, I have a boyfriend," Meijuan cried.

"Your working-class boyfriend? He's nothing special," Factory Manager Zhao said disdainfully. "Meijuan, listen to

me. You can quit working in the workshop and come directly to the external relations department. I'll make you a secretary, easy every day,

I'll pay you 6,000 yuan a month. You'll just have to accompany me for drinks, meet clients, or help me send and receive emails,

how that?"

Meijuan's heart skipped a beat; she really didn't want to work in the workshop anymore. "Ah!" Suddenly, Factory Manager Zhao

exerted force, and the tearing pain in her lower body made her brows furrow. Her delicate white hands pressed against her lower body, trying to relieve

the pain. "Factory Manager, please let me go," Meijuan groaned in pain.

"Little beauty, if you come with me, I'll take you to eat and drink the good life, I'll make you a real city

woman . Otherwise, you can go back to being your country girl. Let me tell you, I've installed a camera in this room. I'll

send your nude photos to your parents, so you'll never be able to hold your head up high again," Factory Manager Zhao threatened viciously.

"No, Factory Manager, no, please let me go," Meijuan said softly, her voice filled with

indescribable sorrow.

"Ah, ah," Factory Director Zhao frantically thrust into the beautiful young woman beneath him—oh, she should be a young woman now

.

"Ah, no, ah, ah," Meijuan's pitiful and helpless moans continued until very late.

That night, Factory Director Zhao played with Meijuan in various ways. The poor Meijuan, like a sex slave, used

everything to serve this beast. Finally, she was satisfied by the factory director four times before she fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, as the sunlight shone into the hotel through the glass, Meijuan looked sadly at her body covered in

bruises . Her once full and firm breasts were now covered in bruises from being pinched by this beast.

The pain from her torn genitals made it impossible for her to get out of bed. Her dress and socks were torn to shreds by this beast.

Her pretty face was red with tears, and she had bitten her lip. "Waaah," she whimpered helplessly as she lay on the bed

in agony.

"Hehe, Meijuan, I've ordered breakfast for you," Factory Director Zhao said, regaining his usual kind and dignified demeanor.

"I'm going to sue you!" Meijuan suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Heh, sue me, Meijuan. I truly love you. There's no need. You have no chance in this territory."

Factory Director Zhao said dismissively, but still smiled, appearing as composed and approachable as ever.

"Waaah." Meijuan continued to sob.

"Meijuan, don't cry. Here's 5,000 yuan for you. Take it and spend it. You

won't stay in that workshop anymore. From now on, you'll be in the external relations department, just like Xiaomei." Factory Director Zhao said affectionately in Meijuan's ear

.

"Waaah." Meijuan continued to cry, her delicate white hands gripping the bedsheets tightly, tearing at them helplessly.

After crying, Meijuan looked at the 5,000 yuan beside her, her expression complex—anger, shame, and indignation—finally

turning into helpless sigh as she put the money into her bag.

After Meijuan finished crying, Factory Director Zhao came in again, showering her with care and attention until she calmed down.

Then, this beast took his virginity again. Having already experienced it once, Meijuan, no longer a virgin

, was less reserved and slowly cooperated with Factory Director Zhao's movements. "Ah, no, be gentle, ah,

don't be so rough," Meijuan cried, crawling between Factory Director Zhao's legs, her beautiful buttocks

swaying between his thighs. Factory

Director Zhao held Meijuan's slender waist with one hand and grasped her buttocks with the other, thrusting his lower body forcefully,

enjoying the tenderness of this pure beauty who had just been deflowered. Meijuan's honeyed cave was filled with wet, lustful fluid, gently

lubricating the factory manager's penis. The tender flesh inside her tight honey hole teased her like a little tongue, and she

was already beginning to enjoy the pleasure of sex.

Meijuan, like Xiaomei, quickly succumbed to the factory manager's carrot and stick approach.

There was Once, Meijuan's father was in a car accident and needed money for surgery, but Meijuan

didn't have much money on her. At first, she didn't want to owe Zhao a favor, so she asked Xiaolinzi for some. But Xiaolinzi's answer made her

despair. "Meijuan, this is all the money I have right now. Here's 3,000 yuan. Take it and use it first."

Xiaolinzi handed Meijuan a small stack of money. "3,000 yuan isn't enough, Xiaolinzi. What am I going to do?

Dad's surgery needs 30,000 yuan, otherwise Dad's legs might be ruined, boohoo." Meijuan cried anxiously

.

"This is all the money I have. There's nothing I can do. Hospitals are so corrupt these days. Sigh, this is

the fate of us poor people," Xiao Linzi began to lament about social injustice and his own misery.

But today, his complaints particularly disgusted Meijuan. "You're a grown man! If you're going to marry me, my

father is sick and needs surgery. What can you do besides complain?" Meijuan

said .

"Then what am I supposed to do? I'm just a laborer. Where am I supposed to find 30,000

yuan for you?" Xiao Linzi retorted angrily. He had sensed Meijuan's growing coldness towards him lately, and he

was seething with anger.

"Fine, you can't do it? I'll figure it out myself!" Meijuan angrily threw the money back at Xiao Linzi.

"Factory Manager, my father is sick and needs surgery," Meijuan cried in Factory Manager Zhao's arms.

"Oh, do you need money? How much?" Factory Manager Zhao asked with a smile.

"The doctor said the whole surgery will cost 30,000 yuan, sob, where am I going to find that money? Can I get an advance on

my wages? Sob," Meijuan cried sadly, so helpless. "30,000? Here's 50,000.

Try to make sure the old lady has a good surgery, and also give the surgeon a red envelope, and pay for the old lady's nutrition. That way you'll have more money."

Factory Manager Zhao smiled and took out a thick stack of banknotes from his drawer.

"Factory Manager, thank you so much. I'll do anything for you." Meijuan looked at Factory Manager Zhao

as , and suddenly felt so warm. His shoulders felt so broad and safe.

"Then, Meijuan, why don't you come to my place tonight?" Factory Manager Zhao suddenly revealed a lewd smile, his fat hands

groping and kneading her firm, high breasts, but this time she surprisingly didn't feel particularly disgusted. "You

lecherous devil, you'd better be gentle with me tonight," Meijuan said with a seductive smile.

"Ah, ah, no, Factory Manager, you're so strong!" On the third floor of the small white building by the river

, another erotic scene was unfolding. A beautiful woman was kneeling before the obese factory manager, her delicate white hands cupping his

testicles, her tender mouth swallowing his large, dark penis. Her exquisite, alluring face revealed a seductive

allure , her long, glossy black hair cascading over her shoulders.

Today, Meijuan was exceptionally beautiful. She wore a purple-red cheongsam, a gift from Factory Manager Zhao to satisfy

his fetish. She had always thought it was too flamboyant, but today, wearing it, the finely crafted

cheongsam tightly hugged her curvaceous body. Her long, sexy legs, clad in black stockings, knelt

before , serving him like a beautiful female slave.

"Aww, you little slut, you're getting more and more slutty," Factory Manager Zhao said excitedly. His fat hand pressed Meijuan's beautiful

head down towards his crotch. The enormous penis thrust in and out of Meijuan's small mouth, making a "gurgling

" sound. Saliva mixed with semen dripped from the corners of Meijuan's mouth and onto the front of her clothes.

"Come on, Meijuan, crawl down, raise your buttocks, the factory manager is going to play a new game with you today." Factory Manager Zhao

suddenly pulled out his penis and said lewdly.

"Mmm." Meijuan obediently crawled in front of him, her beautiful buttocks raised high, revealing her purple

thong . The hem of her cheongsam was pulled up to her waist, and she was very surprised. Factory Manager Zhao held up his penis, aimed it at

her anus, and thrust it in hard. "Ah!!" Meijuan kicked her legs wildly in pain, her fair hands gripping

the sheets . Crimson blood ran down her beautiful buttocks and slender legs, staining her stockings red, slowly

drawing a tragic and lewd pattern on the bed. "Factory manager, you beast." Meijuan cried out with tears streaming down her face.

But Factory Director Zhao was clearly prepared. He held her waist firmly with both hands, ignoring her resistance, and

brutally fucked this tender beauty. The wet, sticky fluids, the girl's blood, and his own semen

served as excellent lubricants and aphrodisiacs for his penis. That night, Factory Director Zhao finally tasted

every . Meijuan cried and screamed for a long, long time that night.

"Meijuan, I was wrong that time. Don't be angry. I've borrowed 2,000 yuan from my coworkers.

You can take it to tide you over." Xiao Linzi said to Meijuan in a low voice on the phone.

"No need, Xiao Linzi. You should keep your own money. I don't need to trouble you with my future needs

. I'm not anyone to you anyway, right?" Meijuan said coldly on the other end of the phone.

"Meijuan, don't say that, Meijuan." Xiao Linzi cried out.

"Xiao Linzi, forget about me. Maybe I'm really not right for you. Don't call again." Meijuan hung up the phone,

tears slowly streaming down her beautiful face.

Eventually, the truth came out. Xiao Linzi learned that Meijuan had abandoned him to become Factory Director Zhao's plaything and mistress.

Enraged, he stormed into the factory and, in front of many workers, slapped Meijuan hard across the face. He then tried to storm into the factory...

He wanted to confront the factory manager, surnamed Zhao, but getting into the manager's office wasn't easy. He was

stopped by security guards outside, and two burly guards brutally beat him. When he

was lying , unable to get up, he vaguely saw Meijuan lying in Zhao's arms, crying incessantly, while the beastly Zhao kept

comforting her, wiping her tears with his filthy hands.

Later, Meijuan completely became Zhao's plaything, having three abortions for him. He later heard that she was even

given away by Zhao to be used by others, but he didn't know if it was true.

Xiao Linzi spoke haltingly, crying and hitting himself repeatedly. Wang Yang felt very depressed after hearing Xiao Linzi's

story a feeling he couldn't describe, as if he was about to explode. He didn't know where he had gone wrong.

Why? Why? Is this the fate of a loser? Why?!

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