Online erotica featuring married women

Peng Chuanwei was having a nude chat with an online friend when Zhang Ya walked in. He was so focused on his conversation that he didn't see her enter. Not only did she come in, but she was right next to him, and he didn't even notice. The woman on the computer screen was incredibly alluring. She was beautiful, with a pretty face and high, full breasts. They were perfectly round and full, and her skin was fair and sexy.
She flirted with Peng Chuanwei seductively. Peng Chuanwei's eyes were glued to the computer screen, his gaze fixed on the provocative woman.
This online friend was "Gentle Pillow," Peng Chuanwei's online friend. They used to chat frequently, but now they had impulsively started chatting again. It all started with a chat.
"Old Rogue": Hello, Pillow, long time no see. How have you been? Peng Chuanwei's online name, "Old Rogue," was so intimidating
that only the most courageous online friends dared to chat with him.
Recently, due to various company matters and his ongoing power struggle with Tao Ming, he hadn't had time to go online. Now that Tao Ming had been dismissed, everything was going according to his plan, making him incredibly happy.
The company was now stable, and Peng Chuanwei felt much more at ease. As his mood improved, he thought about going online, and that reminded him of his old online friend, "Gentle Pillow." So he logged onto her account.
Earlier, Wu Dou had come to talk to him, but hadn't locked the door properly. In his haste to get online, Peng Chuanwei hadn't checked if the door was locked properly, as it had a hidden lock that would automatically lock with a slight touch. Peng Chuanwei assumed Wu Dou had closed the door. However, he had overlooked this detail.
"Gentle Pillow" was indeed online. Peng Chuanwei greeted her. "
Gentle Pillow: Where have you been these days, you old rogue? I haven't seen you anywhere, you rascal."
Gentle Pillow was being flirtatious.
Old Rogue: I've been so busy lately, completely overwhelmed. Now that things have calmed down, I finally have time to go online. Have you missed me?
Gentle Pillow: I dare not. Even if I did, it would be pointless. Have you missed me?
Old Rogue: Yes, I've missed you terribly. I can't rest easy without you.
Gentle Pillow: Lies. You miss me so much, yet you haven't been online for so long to find me. You say you miss me, but if you wanted to be online with me every day, you wouldn't care how busy you are. You're just a sweet talker.
Old Rogue: Really? I didn't feel that way. You're praising me.
Gentle Pillow: If you miss me, why don't you contact me? You don't call or text me. It's all fake. You men are all the same, you use me and then you're done.
They met, and after they met, they slept together. After sleeping together, Peng Chuanwei forgot about her because he'd been with too many women and never developed feelings for any of them. That's Peng Chuanwei for you.
If Peng Chuanwei hadn't gone online, he might have really forgotten about Gentle Pillow. Now, seeing her online, he feels incredibly close to her.
Peng Chuanwei couldn't help but recall his time in bed with Gentle Pillow. Gentle Pillow was incredibly lively, immediately launching into passionate moans. Her moans were beautiful, with a refreshing quality that soothed the soul.
Afterwards, Peng Chuanwei even forgot what Gentle Pillow looked like, but her moans lingered in his mind. Unforgettable.
Actually, sex is like drinking alcohol; it's strong and potent at the time, but the aftertaste is profound and meaningful. It's endlessly pleasurable. Sometimes, even after it happens, you don't feel it was all that great, only the beautiful memories remain.
Peng Chuanwei was the same. So much time had passed, he had long forgotten Gentle Pillow, but her loud moans during sex had left a deep impression, preventing him from completely forgetting her.
Old Rogue: I've been really busy lately. I've been making many decisions at the company. I just escaped a political crisis, and only now that things have calmed down can I come online.
Gentle Pillow: Are you really the company's chairman?
Peng Chuanwei had previously told Gentle Pillow that he was the chairman of a company, but Gentle Pillow didn't believe him; there's so much fiction online. Old Rogue: Why would I lie to you? It's true, I wouldn't tell just anyone about his identity.
Gentle Pillow: How can you prove it's true?
Old Rogue: If you don't believe me, fine, I am.
Gentle Pillow: How about you transfer me to your company, then I'll believe you.
Old Rogue: No, my company is overstaffed right now. We're planning to lay off staff.
Gentle Pillow: It won't make a difference if I'm one more person.
Old Rogue: Where do you work?
Gentle Pillow: At Phoenix Paper Industry.
Peng Chuanwei knows this company… it's quite profitable. It's a good company.
Old Rogue: Phoenix Paper Industry is a good company. Why did you want to transfer out?
Gentle Pillow: I work there, it's too boring. I want to work in the office. You're the chairman, arranging for me to work there would be a piece of cake.
Old Rogue: Maybe in the future.
Gentle Pillow: Really? It seems you really are the chairman.
Peng Chuanwei was frustrated. He'd chatted with Gentle Pillow for so long, and they'd even slept together, yet she didn't believe him. Was the internet really that deceitful?
Old Rogue: You still don't trust me?
Gentle Pillow: I believe you now, but not before. Looks like there are capable people among netizens.
Old Rogue: I want to see you. I haven't seen you in so long. I miss you.
Gentle Pillow: What do you miss about me?
Old Rogue: Everything, but what I miss most is your alluring body. Especially your full breasts and that captivating triangle.
Gentle Pillow: You're shameless! If you say that again, I won't talk to you anymore.
Gentle Pillow sent him a QQ emoticon. It was the kind where someone's hitting someone's head with a hammer.
Peng Chuanwei also sent him a QQ emoticon, a slow-motion animation. A man was using his exaggerated member to shoot down a flying plane, while a slow-motion figure stood beside him, holding a small chess piece like a referee, the flag rising and falling. Each time it fell, a burst of bullets shot down at the plane. This QQ emoticon was sent to Peng Chuanwei by a netizen. It's very funny, and Peng Chuanwei liked it, so he saved it.
Gentle Pillow: You rascal, what's this? It's so lewd!
Old Rogue: Haha, am I a rogue? What, scared?
Gentle Pillow: Don't be scared, what's there to be afraid of? It's not like we haven't tried before.
Old Rogue: Want to try again?
Gentle Pillow: No.
Old Rogue: Then let me see you. I miss you so much. Since I can't be by your side, at least let me see you.
Gentle Pillow: How do I see you?
Old Rogue: Video chat. You send me a video and I'll answer.
Gentle Pillow: Can I see you?
Old Rogue: I don't have one here. I'm in the office. How can I have a video chat in the office?
Gentle Pillow: Then don't bother watching. Seeing you will bore me.
Old Rogue: I want to see you. Just let me see you. If I have the chance, I'll get you to work here and make you my secretary, how about that?
Gentle Pillow: You have to keep your word. You can't deny it later!
Old Rogue: Of course, a man's word is his bond.
Gentle Pillow: You can't take pictures, just look.
Old Rogue: Why are you so nagging? It's just a look, is it really necessary?
Gentle Pillow sent a video, the video window kept spinning, the video reception was very slow, and it didn't stop for a long time. Peng Chuanwei's heart was in his throat. His eyes were fixed on the computer monitor, waiting for that amazing moment to arrive.
The video finally stopped spinning after a long time, making Peng Chuanwei dizzy. Peng Chuanwei looked at the computer monitor with anticipation, hoping to see an unexpected sight.
The video finally stopped, and a beautiful and sexy woman appeared in the window. The woman had a very high chest, and the camera was directly pointed at her high breasts. Gentle Pillow was wearing a thin silk dress with embroidery, it was hard for Peng Chuanwei to tell if it was a skirt, because the video only showed her upper body. Two full breasts were wrapped in a pair of blooming flowers, which was very alluring.
Old Rogue: You're so sexy, especially those two big breasts, they're absolutely captivating.
Gentle Pillow: You pervert, why are you staring like that? Like a fly, isn't it disgusting?
Old Rogue: Can I see what's under your clothes?
Gentle Pillow: Your lecherous nature is showing.
Old Rogue: It's mainly because you're so beautiful, it's not my fault, because you're the embodiment of the devil, you've bewitched me. I can't control myself, I can't stop.
Gentle Pillow: I can't see you either, are you really Old Rogue?
Old Rogue: I'm not Old Rogue, who am I? This is my online account. You know me, right?
Gentle Pillow: I'm afraid someone will use his account.
Old Rogue: We've met at home and slept together, I'm saying this to prove I'm real.
Gentle Pillow: Oh, Old Rogue: Then take them off. I want to see your captivating breasts.
Gentle Pillow really took off her clothes. Snow-white, full breasts appeared on the computer monitor, making Peng Chuanwei's eyes widen. Gentle Pillow struck various poses, making Peng Chuanwei's nose bleed.
"Old rogue: Look down further, let me see down there. It must be beautiful there."
The gentle pillow moved the camera further down, and just then Zhang Ya entered. Peng Chuanwei didn't notice at all, his eyes still glued to the computer monitor, hoping to see more. He nervously opened his mouth wide. He thought the internet was great, everything became convenient and fast, including sex. He'd heard of people having sex online, building families online—it wasn't surprising at all.
"The chairman is also having a nude chat,"
Zhang Ya burst in. Seeing Peng Chuanwei's private moments, Zhang Ya said sarcastically, "This world is crazy, even the chairman has fallen."
Peng Chuanwei was engrossed in surfing the internet when he was suddenly startled by Zhang Ya's voice. When he realized Zhang Ya was right in front of him, he frantically tried to turn off the computer video.
"Chairman, you're quite fashionable,"
Zhang Ya said meaningfully. "What a clever mind. Even I, a young man, am ashamed. I can only sigh in admiration."
Peng Chuanwei's face flushed red, like a red cloth. He was extremely embarrassed. Feeling utterly ashamed.
"How did you get in?"
Peng Chuanwei asked, bewildered.
"I came in through the door,"
Zhang Ya glanced at him. "What's wrong?"
Peng Chuanwei pondered. The door was closed; how did she get in? And it had a hidden lock.
"You didn't close the door, so I slipped in."
Zhang Ya wore a white dress, very charming and elegant. "It was dangerous. If it were someone else, you'd be in trouble."
Peng Chuanwei thought Zhang Ya was very charming and understanding.
"Don't tell anyone about this,"
Peng Chuanwei instructed.
"Am I stupid?"
Zhang Ya rolled her eyes at him, her white dress billowing in the breeze, revealing a section of smooth thigh, very alluring.
Peng Chuanwei glanced at her, a sudden surge of pleasure washing over him. "Zhang Ya, you're so beautiful, like a refreshing breeze, making one feel refreshed."
"Chairman, you don't need to flatter me,"
Zhang Ya said shrewdly. “Flattery won’t help, because we’re not the same age. I haven’t stooped to having sex with old men.”
“Haha, you’re quite the clever one.”
Peng Chuanwei said with an awkward laugh. “So, what do you need?”
At this moment, the computer speakers beeped, indicating someone was chatting with Peng Chuanwei.
“That woman is still chatting with you,”
Zhang Ya said. “Aren’t you going to reply to her?”
“Ignore her,”
Peng Chuanwei said. “You never come here for anything, so you must have something to say. Tell me, and I’ll see if I can help you.”
“Chairman, it’s like this,”
Zhang Ya looked at Peng Chuanwei with her beautiful eyes, and seeing him staring at her intently, she lowered her head shyly. “Today, after finishing my work, I wanted to relax, so I played games in the office. As soon as I started playing, Pang Ying saw me, and she made me give a public apology tomorrow. Isn’t that disgusting? How can I tolerate her insulting my character?”
“I told you not to play games during work hours,”
Peng Chuanwei said. “This is your punishment.” "
Now that things have come to this, you're still making sarcastic remarks?"
Zhang Ya glared at Peng Chuanwei reproachfully. "You know Pang Ying is infringing on my portrait rights. What era are we living in? Still spouting Cultural Revolution nonsense."
"Well, you shouldn't have violated labor discipline either,"
Peng Chuanwei said. "Without rules, there's no order. Companies have their own systems, and violating those systems will result in consequences. That's only natural. What are you still complaining about?"
"Chairman, please talk to Pang Ying and don't make me write a self-criticism,"
Zhang Ya said, sounding a little coquettish. "Make me write a self-criticism in front of the whole company? Where would I put my face?" "How can I talk to Pang Ying about this?"
Peng Chuanwei said. "Pang Ying is a newly appointed manager now. I should support her work and not hold her back."
"You mean, let her punish me?"
Zhang Ya became melancholy. "I don't want to write a self-criticism. Who doesn't go online during work hours? Even the chairman uses work hours for nude chats."
"Zhang Ya, don't talk nonsense." Peng Chuanwei was startled. " You
're not allowed to tell anyone about this."
"If you won't help me, I'll tell,"
Zhang Ya smiled and said, "If Pang Ying says I'm online during work hours, I'll say you were having nude chats at work. If we're to be punished, we'll both be punished together. We can't have two systems in one country."
Peng Chuanwei hadn't expected the seemingly innocent Zhang Ya to have such a complex heart. It seemed this girl was quite cunning.
Peng Chuanwei weighed the pros and cons and decided to talk to Pang Ying. If Pang Ying pressed Zhang Ya relentlessly, and Zhang Ya revealed what he had done today, he would be even more humiliated.
"Zhang Ya, you should go back,"
Peng Chuanwei said. "I'll talk to Pang Ying and discuss it with her."
"Okay,"
Zhang Ya smiled sweetly, "Chairman, you'd better do your best. We're in this together, you can't escape me."
"I know,"
Peng Chuanwei said, a little impatiently. "Don't worry, I'll treat this as my own business. Your business is my business."
Zhang Ya felt the matter was settled before she gracefully left.
Peng Chuanwei thought Zhang Ya was terrifying; she was so young yet so ambitious. He thought she was a very formidable woman. He felt a deep respect for her beauty. "Chairman, you wanted to see me?"
Peng Chuanwei called Pang Ying over. Pang Ying entered Peng Chuanwei's office and asked. "
Sit down and let's talk,"
Peng Chuanwei said kindly. “Let’s have a proper chat, okay? I feel uneasy if you don’t sit down for a quarter of an hour; I feel like I’m floating,”
Pang Ying thought Peng Chuanwei would talk to her about company matters. Since it was work, she sat down; she urgently needed to understand the company’s situation.
“Pang Ying, since you became manager, we haven’t had a proper talk,”
Peng Chuanwei moved closer to Pang Ying. “The company has visibly improved under your leadership.”
“Really?”
Pang Ying smiled at him, her face full of tenderness. Peng Chuanwei looked at her captivating face, feeling immense satisfaction. “Thank you for your appreciation, leader. I will do my job well.”
Pang Ying wore a red cheongsam, the cut of which perfectly accentuated her curves, making her incredibly alluring and stirring Peng Chuanwei’s desire. He really wanted to pull Pang Ying into his arms. This Pang Ying never truly belonged to him; he was frustrated, gazing at her charming, elegant, and captivating demeanor. He was distracted, a surge of desire coursing through his body.
"Pang Ying, aren't you being a bit too harsh on your employees?"
Peng Chuanwei asked.
"What specifically are you referring to?"
Pang Ying looked at Peng Chuanwei with her large eyes, a captivating fragrance wafting into his nostrils. Peng Chuanwei instinctively embraced Pang Ying. Chapter 84 Embracing the Next Generation
Peng 　　Chuanwei was mesmerized by Pang Ying's fragrance. He impulsively hugged her, an even stronger fragrance filling his nostrils. It made Peng Chuanwei feel like he was floating on air. He greedily inhaled the rich scent of Pang Ying's hair, the unique fragrance of a woman intoxicating him. 　　Pang Ying squirmed in Peng Chuanwei's arms. "What are you doing? Why are you doing this again?" 　　Pang Ying's voice was sweet but not cloying, seemingly both reproachful and coquettish, which emboldened Peng Chuanwei. He not only didn't let go of Pang Ying, but also went even further, reaching his hand inside Pang Ying's skirt and caressing her high, firm breasts. 　　"My old ailment has flared up again." 　　Pang Ying protected her private parts, preventing him from touching them. 　　Peng Chuanwei's hands often reached for her sensitive areas, only to be stopped by Pang Ying's hands, which made him very anxious and even angry. 　　"Let go, okay? Let me touch you, just touch you, nothing else, okay?" 　　Peng Chuanwei pleaded. "Pang Ying, I've missed you for so long, I like you so much I can't stand it, just let me have a little indulgence. I can't take it anymore." 　　"Chairman, please don't be so shameless." 　　Pang Ying still protected her body, never letting her guard down. Peng Chuanwei used words to distract her, so he could advance further. 　　"Pang Ying, you're so outstanding at work, you must be outstanding in other areas too." 　　Peng Chuanwei said ambiguously. 　　"Are you alright?" 　　Pang Ying straightened up and almost slipped out of Peng Chuanwei's arms. Peng Chuanwei hurriedly grabbed Pang Ying, immobilizing her. After all, Peng Chuanwei was a man. He was stronger than Pang Ying. 　　Pang Ying clung tightly to her breasts, refusing to let go. Peng Chuanwei feigned an attack, then reached for her lower body, his hand slipping through her panties towards her private parts. Pang Ying panicked and hurriedly grabbed Peng Chuanwei's hand. "You're annoying! Let go! Don't do this!" 　　Peng Chuanwei had already touched her unkempt pubic area; how could he easily let go? His hand rubbed against her hairy mons pubis, but he couldn't move downwards because Pang Ying's hand was firmly gripped in his, preventing him from moving an inch. This was strange; Peng Chuanwei, who was usually stronger than Pang Ying, was now outmatched in their struggle. 　　They remained locked in this stalemate. Peng Chuanwei was just a hair's breadth away from that forbidden zone—a hair's breadth that could make all the difference. 　　"Chairman, I beg you, please don't do this!" 　　Pang Ying stubbornly defended her territory, making Peng Chuanwei very discouraged. 　　"Chairman, you have so many beautiful women; what's one more?" 　　Pang Ying said. “Besides, I’m not pretty. And I’m not young either. You should find someone better.” 　　Peng Chuanwei didn’t let go; his hand remained on her thick pubic hair, finding the texture pleasant and rubbing it comfortably. 　　Pang Ying was about to give in; under his intense onslaught, she was about to lose herself. Pang Ying made a final struggle, using all her strength to break free from Peng Chuanwei. Pang Ying breathed 　　heavily; it was too close. If Peng Chuanwei had been any more persistent, perhaps Pang Ying would have been taken. Pang Ying felt a wave of fear wash over her. 　　“Are you alright? I’m leaving.” Pang 　　Ying said breathlessly, her face flushed and her heart pounding. 　　“Wait a minute.” 　　Peng Chuanwei blushed awkwardly. “I have something to ask you.” 　　“Is it about work?” 　　Pang Ying was afraid he would launch a second attack. She asked hastily. 　　"I heard you made Zhang Ya write a self-criticism at the company?" 　　Peng Chuanwei lit a cigarette, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. "What did she do?" 　　Pang Ying was puzzled. She wanted to deal with Zhang Ya, so how did Peng Chuanwei find out so quickly, and in such detail? Who told him? Pang Ying wondered. 　　"Who told you?" 　　Pang Ying asked. "How did you know so quickly? I haven't even taken any action yet. It seems there's a spy in the company." 　　"Are you a spy?" 　　Peng Chuanwei laughed. "I was just asking casually. You seem so nervous. I support your work; don't worry about that." 　　"You mean you don't want Zhang Ya to write a self-criticism?" 　　Pang Ying asked. 　　"What exactly did she do wrong?" 　　Peng Chuanwei asked. 　　"She used work time to play games online," 　　Pang Ying said angrily. "Do you think she should be punished?"

“Young people all like to have fun. I still go online sometimes,”
Peng Chuanwei said. “As long as going online doesn’t affect your work, there aren’t that many rules.”
“You mean, this is just going to be left like this?”
Pang Ying asked.
“I didn’t say you were the one to handle this,”
Peng Chuanwei said. “It’s up to you. If you handle it well, I’m warning you, if you handle this well, everyone will be happy. If you don’t, it’s hard to say.”
“Is it really necessary?”
Pang Ying said. “Handling an employee has to be so dramatic.”
“Be careful with Zhang Ya,”
Peng Chuanwei said. “Zhang Ya has connections. I think you shouldn’t make her write a self-criticism. Just give her a warning and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
“How am I supposed to carry out my work if things continue like this?”
Pang Ying said. “Handling her today won’t work, and handling him tomorrow won’t work either. Really.”
“Sometimes, a leader has to find a balance,”
Peng Chuanwei chuckled. “It depends on the person.” Pang
Ying swallowed the question on the tip of her tongue: Was Zhang Ya your mistress? In short, Pang Ying was suspicious of Peng Chuanwei’s defense of Zhang Ya. Because Peng Chuanwei was known for his womanizing.
Regardless of Zhang Ya's relationship with Peng Chuanwei, Pang Ying didn't want to pursue it further. So she summoned Zhang Ya and gave her a lecture, which Zhang Ya accepted humbly.
Hua Juan's days in the detention center felt like years. It was practically inhuman. She had to meditate every day, with her back straight. Any slight slackening would result in violent correction, so everyone sat upright, causing back and leg pains every day.
Lately, Hua Juan's days had become unbearable because Tao Ming hadn't come to deposit her money in the account for a long time. Her account was empty, and she had to go back to the back to eat. That's how reality is in detention centers these days. No money, no good food, because good food requires money.
Hua Juan had transformed from a beautiful swan into an ugly duckling. The cell leader, Zhang Meiyun, was no longer as enthusiastic towards her as when she had money. Moreover, during mealtimes, she was given only a cornbread and a thin, oil-less vegetable soup. Because Hua Juan was so hungry, the cornbread tasted like cake. She couldn't bear to eat it all at mealtimes, only eating half and saving the rest to eat before bedtime when she couldn't bear the hunger anymore. But doing so violated prison rules.
In the dead of night, the sounds of women snoring and grinding their teeth filled the cell, along with the stench of stinky feet, making it difficult for Hua Juan to fall asleep. However, time waits for no one, and eventually, the stubborn drowsiness made Hua Juan completely adapt to this foul-smelling cell. Hua Juan thought of Tao Ming. Why hadn't he come yet? Had he abandoned her? Actually, Tao Ming had already been loyal enough to do what he had for her. What was their relationship? Frankly, nothing.
Hua Juan longed to get out as soon as possible and enjoy the warm sunshine and the gentle, refreshing breeze outside. Here, she couldn't experience any of these most beautiful things in the world. The room was filled with the stench of urine and stinky feet, making her want to vomit. The smell kept Hua Juan awake, but while she could resist the smell, she couldn't resist the prolonged lack of sleep.
Hua Juan didn't want to sleep; her eyes just felt a little heavy. She wanted to close her eyes and rest for a while. Then she saw Tao Ming; he had come to pick her up from prison. Tao Ming entered through the iron gate, accompanied by a policeman. The policeman smiled and said, "Hua Juan, you're free. Tell her to study hard from now on."
Hua Juan nodded repeatedly in response.
Tao Ming hugged her tightly, with all his might, making her almost stop breathing. She kissed Tao Ming passionately, refusing to let go, as if letting go would make him disappear.
"Alright, you can complete the formalities first,"
the policeman interrupted them. "When you get home, you can hug each other however you like. Let's complete the formalities first. Hua Juan, you're free."
Hua Juan had waited too long for these words. But when she heard those words, tears welled up in her eyes. Hua Juan was simply too happy. She happily took off her prison uniform and put on the red cheongsam Tao Ming had bought for her. Tao Ming had been so thoughtful, buying her everything new, from underwear to bra and panties—even the bra and panties were lace-trimmed lingerie.
Hua Juan went to the company with Tao Ming, but Tao Ming quickly disappeared. Hua Juan frantically searched for him, but accidentally stumbled into Peng Chuanwei's office.
"Hua Juan,"
Peng Chuanwei said, looking at her in surprise. "You're out? I didn't know! When did you come out? You should have told me earlier so I could have picked you up."
"Where's Tao Ming?"
Hua Juan didn't answer Peng Chuanwei's question. She immediately asked him if he had seen Tao Ming.
"Tao Ming hasn't been in the company for a while,"
Peng Chuanwei said. "What's Tao Ming doing here?"
"He came with me, where did he go?"
Hua Juan asked.
"Hua Juan, since you're here, make yourself at home. Come sit down and rest for a while. I'll make you some tea."
Peng Chuanwei went to make her some tea.
"Don't bother me, I won't drink,"
Hua Juan quickly stopped him.
"What's wrong with drinking some tea?"
Peng Chuanwei insisted on making her tea, but Hua Juan resisted. They soon had physical contact, which ignited Peng Chuanwei's desire.
Hua Juan's well-tailored cheongsam perfectly accentuated her sexy figure, exuding charm. As Peng Chuanwei pushed her away, he accidentally touched her high, firm breasts. He felt the soft, elastic texture of her breasts, which greatly pleased him. He simply placed his hand on her full breasts and began to knead them.
"Let me go,"
Hua Juan struggled. "Why are you acting up again?"
Peng Chuanwei smelled the fragrance emanating from Hua Juan, which aroused his desire. He picked her up and laid her down on the bed in the inner room.
Hua Juan kept twisting her body on the bed, trying to escape Peng Chuanwei's entanglement.
However, Peng Chuanwei wasn't as easy to get rid of as she imagined; he clung to her like a sticky rice cake. He used his strong thighs to spread her legs apart. Then he reached his hand inside her cheongsam, through her panties, and probed inside. Hua Juan was shocked; she felt a churning, turbulent sensation in her lower body. Hua Juan frantically pushed Peng Chuanwei away. Peng Chuanwei pressed down on her like a mountain, and she woke up with a start. It turned out she had a strange dream. But when she woke up, something else horrified her even more: the foreign man was reaching his hand towards Hua Juan's lower body, his fingers already inside, playing with her. Hua Juan jumped up. "Foreign man, what are you doing?" Hua Juan
said disgustedly. "How can you be so filthy, trash?"
"Is it really necessary?"
the foreign man said nonchalantly. "I like you, is it not okay to have sex with you?"
"Who are you having sex with, shameless, do you even have that ability?" Hua
Juan said angrily.
"The foreign man is having another episode,"
Yu Hong said. "Just let her have her way, so she won't be unhappy."
"Then why don't you let her?"
Hua Juan said.
"She didn't like me,"
Yu Hong said. "Really, a foreign woman?"
"Exactly,"
"You think I'm picking up trash?" the foreign woman said smugly.
Her words amused the women in the cell.
"Hey, you fucking said it right, who's the trash?"
Yu Hong said.
"Grandma, I am," the foreign woman
said. "I'm trash, okay?"
The women laughed again, but since it was bedtime, they dared not laugh out loud. They buried their laughter deep inside.
Tao Ming struggled to shovel coal at the lower part of the machine, thinking of Hua Juan. He wondered how Hua Juan was doing. They hadn't seen each other for so long in the detention center. Tao Ming was very depressed. He had no money. He wanted to see Hua Juan and help her with her accounts, but he had no money. He planned to wait until his paycheck came in, until he had his paycheck at the coal mine, then he would go see Hua Juan and help her with her accounts.
Tao Ming crouched down beside the coal face, shoveling coal into the transport shaft with a short-handled shovel. Because the coal had just been blasted and collapsed from the coal face, Tao Ming's task was to shovel the collapsed coal into the conveyor belt and transport it away.
This work was tiring and dangerous. Tao Ming knelt beside the coal face, straining and quickly shoveling the coal into the conveyor belt, which kept moving, carrying away the coal Tao Ming was shoveling.
"Tao Ming, come out and shovel for me for a bit,"
Hu Peng said, shining his bright light on Tao Ming. "Take turns, keep your strength up." "
It's okay, this little bit of work is nothing,"
Tao Ming continued shoveling coal into the conveyor belt, when Hu Peng rushed over and grabbed Tao Ming, pulling him out. Tao Ming sat in the safe shed to rest, still gratefully watching Hu Peng shovel.
"Tao Ming, tomorrow's payday,"
Hu Peng said. After finishing his work, Tao Ming had no more work to do, so he sat in the shed and chatted. "What's the first thing you want to do after spending money?"
Tao Ming thought of Hua Juan. His first thought, of course, was to see her, but how could he tell Hu Peng about it? Donating money wasn't exactly something to be proud of.
"I haven't decided what to do yet."
Tao Ming looked up, the bright headlamp illuminating Hu Peng's dark face. "What do you want to do?"
"I want to find a prostitute and have some fun,"
Hu Peng said. "Then I'll have a good drink. I've been so broke lately, haven't had any meat for half a month."
"You often go to prostitutes?"
Tao Ming asked.
"Of course, don't you?"
Hu Peng asked. "Going to prostitutes is so exciting! I love listening to their moans, even if they're exaggerated, I still enjoy it."
"What if you get a disease from going to prostitutes?"
Tao Ming asked.
“Why are you so unlucky to get sick?”
Hu Peng said. “I can tell you’ve never been to a prostitute. Come with me after work, I’ll take you to find one. How about it?”
“No, I have things to do after work.”
Tao Ming thought of Hua Juan. He wanted to see her after work. He knew Hua Juan was waiting for him to bring her money. He hadn’t seen her in a long time and wondered how she felt about him. But he had to go today to settle her account. Even though he couldn’t see Hua Juan, she would know he was there once he settled the account. That was enough for her. The miners worked three shifts. Tao Ming worked the midnight shift, the night shift, while they started work in the morning.
“Finding prostitutes is so exciting,”
Hu Peng continued to talk. “The other day I found a really young prostitute, guess how old she was?”
“How old?”
Gao Shan asked while sawing wood.
Hu Peng and Tao Ming sat on the wood to keep it from rolling. Gao Shan looked up at Hu Peng while sawing.
“Only twenty,”
Hu Peng said. “Too young.”
“About the same age as your daughter,”
Gao Shan said while sawing the wood.
“Yes,”
Hu Peng continued. “I didn’t want to do it, because I always felt guilty about sleeping with a woman the same age as my daughter. So I didn’t go to her that day, but she came to me, clinging to me, insisting that I go with her. She said, ‘Uncle, I’m new here, I haven’t even started yet,’ and told him to go to her.”
“You’re older?”
Hu Peng asked.
“Twenty.”
The woman smiled gently at him, very alluring.
“You’re too young, about the same age as my daughter. I can’t go to you, it feels unsettling.”
“Young isn’t good?”
The woman stared at him for a long time. “Who doesn’t go for younger women these days? Haven’t you heard the joke? Drinking Blue Ribbon, riding in a Hyundai, embracing the next generation?”
The woman chuckled after saying that.
“In the end, you still went to her?”
Gao Shan sawed the wood. For the time being, they had no work, because the coal mining machine had gone up, and they were only preparing for the coal mining machine to come down.
Now that they had nothing to do, they could sit down and brag. Miners all love to boast; it seems they feel uncomfortable if they don't.
"Of course,"
Hu Peng said smugly. "You can't not look for her. She's like a leaping fish, always trying to get into your arms. You have to look for her whether you want to or not."
Tao Ming didn't want to discuss this boring topic with them. After paying his bill, he went to the detention center to settle Hua Juan's account as soon as possible, because Hua Juan was anxiously waiting for his arrival.

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