[Ziying and My Unspeakable Secret] (Debt-to-Equity Swap Chapter) Author: Behind-the-Scenes Advisor

Author: Behind-the-Scenes Advisor
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"Debt-to-Equity Swap"

I received Ziying's call around 2 AM. I

was in a good mood tonight and had drunk quite a bit with my girlfriend. My girlfriend's alcohol tolerance was average; after a few drinks, she
fell asleep immediately. But I had drunk a little too much and tossed and turned in bed for a while, unable to
fall asleep. So I quietly slipped out of the room and went to the living room to watch a movie.

The movie was an 80s art film, after all, the original intention was to fall asleep. But after watching more than half of the movie, I
was still completely wide awake.

I opened a jar, chewed a few peanuts, and poured a little brandy to sober up. Just as I was considering what movie
to play next , I noticed the telephone indicator light on my workbench lit up.

joyce『(smiley face)』 (02:04)

Since the last time, Ziying and I had not only not seen each other for several months, but we had also not communicated at all by phone or
text message. Such a strange emoji sent in the middle of the night must be a mistake
, right?

I returned to the sofa and took another sip of brandy. My eyes were on the movie screen, but my mind was on
that smiley face on my phone. Then the smiley face overlapped with the female lead's appearance in the movie…

no, it had become Ziying's smile!

Two deep dimples appeared on her slightly flushed pink cheeks, that innocent and captivating smile; her crystal-clear,

watery eyes gazed at me tenderly; her young, delicate skin reflected a hazy white light

, tracing the curve from her slender neck to her shoulders, her prominent collarbones seemingly guiding my gaze to
the Y-shaped curve between her breasts, her small, round breasts filled with the elasticity of youth, the soft
little nipples contrasting sharply with their firmness, adding a touch of passionate eroticism to the childlike pink.

Her hands, shyly crossed slightly below her chest, her delicate, white
fingers, still like those of a little girl, nervously intertwined, while the backs of her hands, with their clearly defined veins,
trembled slightly like a startled rabbit. It was as if she were about to entrust her most important first time to the man she loved, filled with anticipation,
nervousness, fear, a longing for dependence, a yearning for tenderness… a longing for him to hold her tightly in his arms!

An erection. My penis pitched a tent in my pajama bottoms.

I smiled wryly and shook my head slightly. As an elder, a seasoned adult,
such behavior was far too inappropriate. I'm no longer the lustful
young man who only thinks of sex when he sees a pretty girl!

The silent phone, like a thin brick, lay there, yet its weight was undeniable.

Should I really ignore it?

…I was, in a way, a little concerned.

I picked up the phone, sent a "?", and the other person's status immediately changed to "typing
..."

Joe: "Can we meet?" (02:15)

Joe: "I miss you" (02:15)

Me: "Me too" (02:15)

My fingers became involuntary muscles, and action replaced thought.

I rushed out the door, grabbed my car keys but left my house keys behind. Only after arriving at the parking lot did I realize that my physical condition
was not suitable for driving. With a heavy head and tired body, I half-ran and half-walked out of the parking lot, hailed
a taxi, and headed straight for Central.

The place I agreed to meet Ziying was a small garden by the sea near the bank. For
a , did she really need to work overtime until this late? It was hard to imagine, especially since it
was the department I had worked in for quite some time. At least when I was in charge there, this kind of thing would never happen
.

Ziying arrived before me. A solitary figure sat a short distance away on a small bench facing the sea, making her
back appear even smaller. From there, I seemed to see a glimpse of her as a child, stretching out her arms and pleading, "Hug
me! Hug me!"

The park lights shone brightly, almost blindingly, making the full moon pale in comparison. City life lacks
this innate romance. The night view from Kowloon, while not as grand as from Hong Kong,
possessed a unique charm amidst its imperfections, thanks to the varying heights of the buildings.

Finally, I reached her. She wore a white business suit and sophisticated makeup, yet a touch of childlike innocence remained in
her eyes .
Beneath the fitted, knee-length skirt that forced her thighs to cling tightly, her slender, fair legs were slightly splayed, her small feet stretching out on
the high heels.

"Ziying," I called out, and she finally noticed my arrival. A few beats later, she
sat up straight, smiling at me while secretly slipping her feet back into her high heels.

"Brother Yi," Ziying said shyly.

"...Come on, let's go!" I took her hand.

We walked along the waterfront towards Sheung Wan, arriving at a stand-alone smart hotel on the edge of Central. Originally a
decades-old residential building, it had undergone extensive renovations, showing no
signs of age.

The hotel is managed by a group and uses the same online
reservation system as several other hotels in different areas. Customers can easily book rooms using a few simple steps via a mobile app.
This evolution from early telephone reservations to reservations on the official website, and now to mobile app
reservations, truly reflects the hotel's keeping up with the times.

The hotel relies primarily on word-of-mouth referrals and has never engaged in any advertising. The design of two-bedroom apartments per floor
, or one-bedroom apartments on higher floors, offers ample privacy and
is favored by seasoned travelers and business clients.

When I was still working in the banking industry, I often had to entertain clients. If a client
had their eye on a hostess at a nightclub, I would usually book a hotel from this group for them. Promptness, cleanliness, and
high privacy are all qualities that clients would perceive as caring and considerate.

Of course, I don't need to explain all the uses of this to Ziying.

Upon entering the lobby, existing members simply need to take out their credit cards, much like pre-purchasing movie tickets online.
Similarly, all you need to do is swipe your card at the machine to confirm, and it will instantly issue your room key and print an invoice. The process is completely
hands-free, saving both time and costs, and avoiding any awkwardness for customers.

Of course, the hotel also has necessary staff on duty, for example, when it's necessary to verify the identity of foreign customers.

Actually, if you look closely, you can still see an inconspicuous
front desk .

But unless called upon, guests won't see a single employee from check-in to check-out
.

"Huh?" Seeing me operate the machine, the little girl who had been silent the whole way finally made a curious
sound, and I only responded with a smile.

I haven't been here since leaving the bank, and the room key seems to have been replaced, changing from
its previous shape like a single subway ticket to a thicker, more substantial shape like an Octopus card.

Following the number on the invoice, we took the elevator to room 601. I noticed that the door lock
design had also changed from a card-operated type to an electronic sensor. A feeling of "people are changing, and the world is changing" welled up in my heart

.

I opened the door, inserted the card, and turned on the lights. Because it was a practical, rectangular room in an older building style
, the interior space wasn't inferior to a typical high-end hotel room. The room also seemed to have been renovated in recent years,
not looking like a room that had been used for over ten years.

Ziying had followed me silently since we met, and only after the door closed did she seem to finally
relax, her tense shoulders relaxing, her watery eyes fixed on my face.

At this point, there was no need for further words.

I leaned closer to her, bent slightly, closed my eyes, and gently pressed my lips to hers.

Touching the lip button, the melancholy Ziying instantly came alive. My lips were
pressed, rubbed, and gently sipped by hers, like a series of light kisses offered to a beloved pet.

The only sound in the silent room was the gentle rustling of lips meeting, a series of light,
savoring kisses, like whispers of longing after a long separation,
of joy upon reunion.

Slurp, slurp…

Ziying’s half-closed eyes glistened, her smooth cheeks flushed pink, her arms wrapped around
my shoulders, the height difference causing her childlike body to lean against me, making me want to
scoop !

“Ah—”

Ziying gasped as I suddenly lifted her, her eyes widening in disbelief. Our lips
parted slightly, a few strands of saliva breaking off and sliding down her lips.

Our eyes met, and after a moment, our lips met again.

No longer a fleeting, light kiss, but a passionate, fiery intertwining!

Our lips became like earthworms, chasing, intertwining, searching for each other’s
weaknesses , waiting for the opportunity to strike.

However, I was defeated in this battle of lips! In the gap at the corner of my mouth,
before I knew it, Ziying's tongue had invaded! My tongue immediately tried to defend itself, but it was too late!
Ziying's soft tongue seemed to dodge my resistance with incredible agility, instantly transforming into a surging wave that
tightly wrapped around my glans!

"Slurp, ugh..." I involuntarily let out a defeated groan, which only fueled Ziying's attack
!

Invaded, surrounded, devoured... as nimble as a creature with independent thought. If Ziying
's tongue weren't so small, the feeling would truly be like a scene from a science fiction horror movie.

Being so subdued by such a proactive little girl, while I felt a sweet, cloying emotion, I was also
filled with a resentment at my trampled dignity. In a man's mind, sexual dominance should
come from the man's strength; after various courtships, seductions, and teasing, obtaining the woman's passion and active
response—isn't that the ideal way to have sex?

In my memory, Ziying, though proactive in pursuing love, still had the awkwardness of a little girl when it came to kissing. She would enjoy
the forceful rubbing of her lips against mine, yet simultaneously worry about the unseemly feeling of her lips being rubbed raw—like soaking in slightly warm water
, both comfortable and scalding.

The only change I was aware of in the past few months was
the fact that she and my former subordinate, Patrick, were together. Although Ziying hadn't told me herself, and I hadn't even confirmed Patrick
's version, he, unaware that Ziying and I had long since crossed the line between senior and junior
, had no reason to lie to me. Initially, after learning they were together, I even felt a sense of
relief …

Ziying's kisses felt different…

Was it because of Patrick?

A sudden, inexplicable jealousy made me forcefully pull away from Ziying's dominant kiss, leaving the rejected little
girl staring blankly with wide eyes. Beneath her mature makeup, her face still held a touch of childishness; her captivating,
pitiful, watery eyes; her cheeks flushed from the intense kiss; her smudged lipstick;
her weight, which didn't feel like a burden when held in my arms…

Ziying was mine! This little girl was mine!

I tossed her onto the bed, her petite body bouncing a few times.

Looking bewildered, she scrambled backward on the bed, then, as if suddenly understanding something,
opened her arms to me.

Without hesitation, I pounced on her, pushing her down and pinning her beneath me. My lips forcefully covered hers, my tongue
aggressively invading her mouth, churning it like a cement truck, the seductive sounds of wetness
echoing loudly within her mouth.

Gradually, my will was eroded by her heavy breathing. While forcefully kissing Ziying's lips, I forcefully pulled open
her blouse, not even bothering to unbutton it one button at a time. Her blouse and bra, barely visible beneath
, were pulled down over her head. The moment our clothes came off, our lips parted, and Ziying took a deep
breath, only to have it immediately sealed by my lips. The air that couldn't escape escaped between our lips, making a soft, almost
like-farting sound.

Ziying's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her watery eyes looking at me reproachfully, yet her hands were busy undressing
me.

Her frantic movements as she unbuttoned my clothes caused her slender arms to rub against my chest repeatedly.
This unusual caress intensified my desire to possess her, making me want to immediately pull down my pants and
thrust my already rock-hard penis inside her! No, my penis was already impatiently
rubbing against her skirt through my pants!

"Yi...uh..." Ziying let out a soft moan as she was being rubbed, her head tilting back in the passionate kiss,
revealing her . I kissed her deeply, gently biting her neck.

"Ah!" Her hands and feet wrapped around my back, her waist unconsciously
rubbing against my penis in my pants...

This obscene act of actively seeking love aroused a jealousy in me. But this time, the jealousy didn't make
me lose my mind; on the contrary, it made me more aware of the reality.

Ziying is the daughter of an old friend, a little girl I watched grow up. Moreover, she has become
the girlfriend of one of my former subordinates. Under these two circumstances, I shouldn't make a move on her. But I'm not a saint,
just an ordinary man, and there's no way I can stop myself under these circumstances. The only thing I could do was
avoid the worst.

Behind a hidden door in the bedside lamp holder was a small, honeycomb-style vending machine.
I could buy condoms without leaving home by swiping my card afterwards.

I left Ziying's body and squatted down on the floor in front of the bedside table. The curious little girl
watched my actions from the bed.

"What's this?" Ziying asked.

"A vending machine," I said.

I twisted open the clear plastic lid; the electronic sensor light changed from red to green,
revealing a brand new box of condoms inside.

I returned to the bed, opened the box, handed one to Ziying, and then took off my pants.

Ziying stared blankly at the tin bag I handed her, thoughtfully
turning it .

"Ziying?" I called softly.

Ziying lifted her face, her watery eyes fixed on me, two large tears sliding down her cheeks.

"...What's wrong?" Although it was a little indecent to have her pants off, I gently put my arm around her
shoulder.

"Yi..." She buried her youthful, supple face against my chest, her soft hair brushing
unintentionally . Warm tears slid down my lower abdomen, and her leaning against me pressed her small breasts against my
thighs, her already prominent nipples emphasizing their presence... While I felt pity for her, a strange pleasure
surged through .

I reached out and lifted her chin. Tears blurred her eye makeup, and her bright red lips turned downwards,
as if she were a little girl about to let out a loud "Waaah!" at any moment.

"What's wrong?" I asked her again, gently kissing her lips to reassure her.

"Brother Yi... no... Yi... believe me, okay?" Ziying sobbed uncontrollably, large tears
streaming down her face...

"Yes, I believe you. How could I not believe you?" I said, patting her shoulder gently.

Ziying's eyes trembled as she stared at me, her slightly parted lips also trembling. My poor little girl, what's wrong
?

At that moment, Ziying forcefully closed her eyes, squeezing out two tears that had been welling up in her eyes.
With a flick of her wrist, the tin bag containing the condoms was thrown to the ground some distance away.
As , my penis was enveloped by a warm, moist sensation!

Startled by the sudden attack, I looked down and saw Ziying's half-naked body pressed against my thigh, her face buried
between my legs, obscuring my view. But I could still feel my erect penis
completely engulfed in her mouth.

Slurping sounds, soft sucking… pleasure accompanied the sensations emanating from my lower body.

"Ziying…" I whispered, enjoying her service while gently stroking her
long, flowing hair against my back.

I couldn't fathom the little girl's thoughts, but since she had decided to serve me in this way, I would obey
and enjoy it to the fullest.

Even with my penis in her mouth, the kissing little girl treated it with the same intimacy as if it were her lips or tongue.

Lips kissed, mouths sucked, tongues licked and intertwined, cheeks rubbed, throats
pressed...

This passionate oral sex reminded me of a writer's words: "Physical interaction between men and women often
begins with kissing, then sexual intercourse, while oral sex usually occurs after multiple sexual encounters. The reason is that
the reproductive and excretory organs are quite close, and the deeper the love, the more accepting of the other's filth."

At this moment, how did Ziying, someone else's girlfriend, view me? In the fiery passion of
the oral sex, I saw overflowing love.

I placed my hands beside Ziying's face, gently stroking her ear for a while, then sliding down her cheek to her
chin, gently lifting her face from my lower body, and then lowering my head to kiss her lips deeply.

"Mmm...slurp..." Our tightly intertwined tongues shared this mouthful of filth.

Now, having stolen from my old friend's daughter, seduced my former subordinate's girlfriend, betrayed my girlfriend's trust;
a love that defied morality, an affair that betrayed my boyfriend. At this moment, we are all defiled.

Ziying's petite body clung tightly to me, her hands gripping my shoulders, her legs half-crouching around my
waist, her chest pressed against my chest, our lips locked... I felt the tip of my penis already touching her
wet clitoris, no, I should say the tip was at least halfway inside!

The passionate kiss paused slightly, Ziying's hands slipped between her legs, holding my penis in place...

her watery, captivating eyes gazed at me.

"Yi... believe me... I only have you, my body belongs only to you." Her earnest
gaze was fixed on me at a distance of less than centimeters.

What did this mean? Was Patrick lying? No, he had no reason to lie.
So...

her body belonged only to me... Ah, I understand, this silly boy! Did he think I used a condom because
I disliked her?

"So... Ah~!"

I was certain there was no need for further words at this point.

With a powerful thrust of my hips, my penis plunged deep into her soaking wet vagina!

Caught off guard, her legs went weak, and she leaned against me, causing my penis to penetrate even deeper.

"Ahhh! Ugh~!" Ziying suddenly opened her mouth and bit my shoulder!

"Ouch!" Although it didn't hurt, I was still startled.

"Hehe~" The little girl chuckled in my ear.

Damn it~ To get revenge, I suddenly swung my hips!

"Ah, ahh! No, too, too hard! Ahh~" To maintain her balance, Ziying
wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me again, her exhausted body leaning completely against me.

Her vagina, which had been closed for several months, felt as narrow as a virgin's, and I could almost feel its texture with each thrust
. My penis made a sound of air being squeezed as it entered the tight walls, and when it was pulled out, the
near-vacuum state inside the vagina created a pulling sensation, making each thrust extremely stimulating!

"Ahh, I can't take it! Ahh~ I can't take it! Yi! Yi ah~!" Ziying seemed to have forgotten her shame
and shouted at the top of her lungs.

As for me, I had already focused all my energy on the pleasure in my lower body.

"Waaaaah~ Ugh! Ahhh~ Ahhh~~!"

Suddenly, a large amount of warm, watery liquid gushed from Ziying's lower body! It covered my lower body...

"Ahhh~~ Ughhh~~~" Ziying lowered her head, covering her face with her hands, her ears turning bright red.

Did she pee?

No, I didn't smell the pungent odor of urine.

It must be a squirting, right? But this amount...?

Her thighs, bearing the weight of her body, were soaked as if she had just taken a shower, and the bed I was sitting on wasn't just wet
, but a distinctly gray, soaked mess! If I took out the sheets, I could probably wring out
the water, right?

"Ughhh~~ It looks so ugly! What should I do? What should I do!" Ziying punched my chest with both fists.

"Silly girl!" I gently stroked her hair to comfort her, but couldn't suppress the smile on my lips.

"Ugh! You're laughing at me!" Ziying pouted, her pink fists hitting my chest again.

Tsk tsk! Those two punches were way too hard!

"Silly girl!" I held her face in place with both hands and kissed her.

A light kiss, a light kiss, and another light kiss.

The kissing girl finally reacted, and our lips intertwined tightly again...
The penis still inside her swayed slightly, her narrow vagina filled with moisture, but unlike the sticky texture before, it
felt more like water. This less viscous, watery texture made every friction between the penis and her vaginal walls feel more
real. I didn't dare to use too much force and hurt Ziying, but the real touch was so wonderful
that I couldn't slow down my movements.

" Ah ... I was like an experienced builder, facing that small patch of land, confident I could easily cultivate it... but who knew that this small patch of land was teeming with life! Step by step, I observed, and surprise after surprise was discovered! This might be a bit rude, but I can't help but recall the time I lost my virginity with my first love . Two inexperienced virgins, filled with shame and boundless curiosity, explored each other's bodies, every small step forward fresh and full of fun. At this moment, I rediscovered that long-lost, fresh sexual pleasure. Looking back at the business-like, formulaic sex with my live-in girlfriend , I'm at a loss for words. Ziying and I craved each other's bodies, connecting wherever possible, intertwining wherever possible , rubbing wherever possible, kissing wherever our lips could touch. If kissing could kill, we don't know how many times we would have died on each other's lips. There's a limit to the friction of a penis; a male orgasm is a point, not a line. Especially when reason and thought have long been set aside, that point can be easily crossed. "Ah—!" I yelled, ejaculating heavily inside Ziying's body, once, twice, three times... My hands gripped her small shoulders tightly, rendering her completely immobile, allowing my penis to release itself in the most comfortable place. "Ah ah~~" Ziying's body arched backward like a shrimp, her small breasts thrusting towards me, her alluring nipples erect like bait, attracting my lips to suck them heavily. "Ugh~!" Ziying's body suddenly convulsed, her waist swaying as if trying to drain my penis dry! Her vagina felt like a vacuum tube, drawing out all the remaining semen from my penis... The exhaustion after ejaculation made it impossible for me to hold Ziying's body still; I collapsed towards the head of the bed, while her head fell towards the foot of the bed. With a soft "pop," our tightly intertwined parts separated, and a large amount of warm, hot liquid slid from my penis down my pubic hair and thighs, dripping onto the bed. Like a marathon runner, I was oblivious to the uncomfortable sensation, only breathing heavily. Even if the sky were to fall at this moment, nothing would be more important than breathing. Soon, Ziying slid onto my body like a slug. Wet sweat, various bodily fluids, and various body odors blurred together. Only the warm texture of our skin was truly our shared feeling. Ziying's face drew closer to mine, and she kissed me lightly. Her wet hair clung to her cheeks, and her smudged lipstick and eyeshadow created a unique kind of beauty. Natural blush, expressive, watery eyes, slightly swollen lips from the kiss, a sweet smile of satisfaction... Why should this little girl let go? Ziying loved me. Even though she was the daughter of an old friend, the girlfriend of a former subordinate. Unlike women whose orgasms seem endless, a man's rationality returns almost instantly after ejaculation. Various realities begin to surface in his mind. Another round of heavy ejaculation might result in Ziying getting pregnant. She and Patrick haven't ; a sudden pregnancy would be a disaster. Furthermore, although they're in different departments, Patrick is still her superior, and Ziying probably can't stay in a similar workplace. Then there's my old friend's side: my daughter, whom I've painstakingly cultivated for years, has finally entered the workforce. I thought I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but then she announced her pregnancy! And the father of this child… Ziying, of course, has no idea what I'm thinking; she's only focused on giving me a few reluctant, repeated thrusts on my face.

A light kiss. Actually, this kind of lingering kiss can be a bit troubling when a man is enjoying the calm after sex.
But faced with the innocent and pure expression of the little girl, I couldn't bring myself to refuse.

After resting for a while, I felt the urge to urinate, and the various bodily fluids sticking to my body were also uncomfortable. I gently patted Ziying
's shoulder to help her up, then lightly kissed her lips.

"Go take a shower first," I said to her.

"Okay," she nodded gently, then returned my kiss.

After letting her into the bathroom, I opened the honeycomb refrigerator equipped with electronic sensors and drank a bottle of French mineral water.

Sitting in the chair at my desk, looking back at the various marks on the bed, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly. The sheets, blankets, and
pillows were scattered haphazardly, covered in large and small gray water stains—a scene resembling the aftermath of a battlefield—yet it somehow
exuded a youthful air.

Sleepiness washed over me. The so-called "youth" was simply an illusion.

After all, I was already slightly drunk before leaving the house, and now, after such strenuous activity... My eyes were probably too
heavy to keep open, but should I lie back down on that wet bed? I was so unwilling.

No, I was probably really going to fall asleep.

I stood up and paced back and forth in the room.

The sound of water from the shower came from the bathroom, increasing my urge to urinate… At this point, why worry about who comes first?
What's wrong with showering together?

“Ziying, may I come in?”

“Yeah, it’s not locked!” Ziying responded readily from the bathroom.

The bathroom here was a bit larger than the bathrooms in ordinary rooms of other formal hotels, with
a tub and a commode on either side of the shower area. Ziying was soaking in the tub, while I went to the tub first to shower and relieve
myself.

The slightly warm water washing over me made me more awake. For some inexplicable reason, I had sex with Ziying again.
I had a thousand, ten thousand reasons not to, yet my body kept breaking the rules. And
under the influence of a young girl, it had once again become unsafe sex. Men should take
responsibility . After all, the male and female bodies are inherently composed of giving and receiving. As the aggressor and
the dominant party, it's impossible for him to condemn the passive recipient. Moreover, he
had no intention of ejaculating outside the body, only indulging in the body of a young girl. As an adult
male, as an elder, he was unqualified.

Yes, unqualified.

The difference in status is the main reason for my guilt. As Ziying's elder, not only did I fail
to protect her properly, but I also did something that betrayed my old friend and junior. I am much older than her.
If girlfriend and I had gotten pregnant when we first started dating, my child might be older than her... No matter how I look at it,
there's no good outcome. Why do I keep breaking the law?

"Yi?"

Ziying's voice woke me from my endless cycle of self-blame.

"Hmm?"

I responded, but received no response from Ziying.

After opening the frosted glass door, I saw half of Ziying's face submerged in the water, her mouth slowly
blowing bubbles in the warm water, looking as if she said I had ignored her. "

Ha, cute little girl!

" I said. "I'm coming!"

*Pop pop pop pop…* A series of bubbles escaped from her mouth.

Ziying seemed a little annoyed, but still shrank back to make room.

*Shhhhh*

As I entered the water, a large amount of water overflowed from the bathtub. Because I had turned the water temperature up quite hot while showering,
it now felt a bit cold.

I chose to sit facing Ziying, leaning my back against the faucet. But as soon as I entered the water, Ziying
immediately turned around, leaning her back against me, her head tilted back against my left shoulder. The narrow bathtub was crammed
with two people, and Ziying's body was bent in a V-shape because her legs couldn't stretch out. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her slender waist to prevent
her from slipping.

Her long, wet hair exuded a strong scent of shampoo. A pair of fair, beautiful legs
were raised . Her smooth back muscles pressed against my chest, her defenseless, naked body lying in my arms…

I got an erection…

At this age, approaching middle age, opportunities to have sex with my girlfriend twice are already rare. But with Ziying
, I often manage to conquer her again and again. Is it because of the weariness period? Or because of the novelty?

But the physical exhaustion afterward is undeniable.

I still remember the utter exhaustion after the last time, as if I would never be able to get an erection again
. It was quite some time before I resumed sex with my girlfriend, and the first time
ended …

“Brother Yi.” Ziying, lying in my arms, sat up slightly.

I was used to the subtle difference between “Yi” and “Brother Yi” in Ziying’s mouth, and I understood that she was asking for my advice
as junior. But my penis, further pressed between her buttocks, wouldn’t understand this
subtle difference…

Even facing a familiar body that had just been intimately intertwined, I felt extremely awkward. While your junior is about
to discuss serious matters with you, you're still fantasizing about sex? Still getting an erection between a young girl's buttocks?
What kind of person are you?! You're acting like a lustful teenager, as if you've wasted the last few decades of your life.

Whether she was oblivious to the situation behind her or completely indifferent, Ziying began to explain the situation she was
facing .

The matter was simple in theory, but incredibly complex in practice.

A company that was a loan client was preparing for an IPO. Because the company had a considerable amount of debt,
concentrated in a few banks, to make the pre-IPO accounts "cleaner," the IPO
advisor, colloquially known in the industry as a "secretary," suggested to the company: propose a "debt-for-equity" plan to the banks.

It sounded simple, and the concept was clear, but in practice, it was extremely complicated.

First, the "consideration" itself was a lengthy negotiation process. After all,
the stock price was theoretically beyond the bank's control, but the loaned funds were real
cash. This practice is not merely a change in accounting from "accounts receivable" to "realizable investments,"
but rather transforms a loan that could potentially recoup principal and interest into a loss-making item. Conversely,
if the company's stock price rises after its IPO, the profit the bank gains from cashing out the shares could far exceed the original loan interest.
Many. Not to mention the various fees that participants received before and after the IPO...

For the bank, it's a project worth considering individually. But what I find strange is why
this project was assigned to a newcomer like Ziying?

If Patrick were still Ziying's direct supervisor, and he were responsible for the discussions,
but taking credit in Ziying's name, that would be understandable. But Patrick has been promoted to the 16th floor
(administrative management department), so there's no reason for him to interfere at this level...

After questioning Ziying in more detail, I finally understood the problem a little. Replacing Patrick
as department head was Rachel, hired from a foreign bank. I'd met this woman
a few times at banking gatherings; rumors say she's a sharp and capable businesswoman.

Not to be sexist, but female supervisors, especially in the banking industry, are usually quite clearly divided into two types.

One type of female boss tends to look down on female subordinates (excluding female colleagues at the same level), focusing more on men, especially
younger men. You could call it infatuation, or you could say it's a bit of infatuation. Perhaps it's a slightly queen-like, superior
mentality? They enjoy younger men fawning over them and asking for their advice. This type of woman is generally more approachable and
tends to easily form so-called "handbag parties" with female colleagues at the same level. They usually have families and children, and older women often
use their husbands' surnames, identifying themselves as wives and boasting about handling both professional and personal matters well.

The other type looks down on all men, focusing only on female subordinates. This type of female boss is usually more
demanding , especially with the mindset of "I've been there too," placing high expectations on her female subordinates. This type of
woman is usually single, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have suitors; they often feel that living alone
is more suitable for them than having a family.

From the perspective of a healthy organization, there's no "good" or "bad" issue; ideally, both should
be present for the company's development. However, from the perspective of a subordinate, it's a different story.

After all, everyone has their own priorities: career first, family first, profit first, pleasure first
, survival first… Every employee has their own ideas.

Of course, within the upward ladder of the triangular structure, most people's lack of persistence in their ideas will cause them
to stagnate in the workplace, but that's another story.

Based on various hearsay and Ziying's statements, I think Rachel belongs to the latter category.

Such a large-scale project, handled entirely by a single employee, might
work . After all, a so-called regional branch is essentially just a "representative office," with no more than a few dozen employees
. The plan is drafted from beginning to end, and then the entire proposal is handed over to the approver for approval.

But this approach won't work in traditional, old-style banks.

It's interesting, really; banks are usually willing to poach top talent from other companies with high salaries, yet they always require these talents
to work according to the bank's traditional model after they join.

Hmm, is that self-deprecation?

"What are you laughing at?"

Ziying, nestled in my arms, lifted her face and stared at me.

"Nothing, just trying to figure something out," I said, then lightly kissed her lips.

"Why are you laughing when you're trying to figure something out? You're not laughing at me, are you?" Ziying pouted indignantly, looking like a
little duck.

At that moment, I had three options in mind. First, I would personally guide her and let her complete
the task . Second, I would have her ask Rachel for help, trying to make Rachel understand that the bank's
practices were different from her usual methods. Third, I would relay the matter to Patrick and let him handle it.

Each option had its pros and cons. Option one was the most time-consuming and risky, and even if Ziying completed it alone
, it wasn't guaranteed to be accepted by other departments or supervisors who hadn't participated in the discussion. Option two, even if the method was correct,
might sow the seeds of trouble; how a female boss would think of giving such a "hint" to a subordinate varied from
person to person . Option three might be the most suitable approach, but if the matter suddenly comes down from above without warning, Ziying
might be accused of "reporting to a higher-ups without authorization."

In short, female bosses are such a hassle!

If it were a male boss, a powerful one would be fine, but even the kind who's afraid of trouble and taking the blame
, as long as the approach is correct, there's no need to consider so many issues; just bring it up directly.

Ah, if it were me, I'd probably use this opportunity to seduce my female boss…

"Brother Yi?"

Ziying's face showed worry; it seems I've neglected her. Now that the plan is roughly drafted,
let's not let this affect our mood for a bath together. After all, it's pathetic to keep having an erection for no reason.

I lowered my head and kissed her ear, lightly teasing it with the tip of my tongue. I moved my hands up and down, gently rubbing Ziying's
breasts while slipping my fingers between her unsuspecting legs.

"Ah! Huh? Ahh! Glug glug glug..." Ziying's sensitive spots were all attacked at once, causing
her to slip in the bathtub, her face sinking completely into the water.

I quickly picked her up and lifted her lower body, bringing my penis close to her lower body.
Her tender vagina, still blooming brightly after the fierce battle, was completely exposed as my penis slid in.

"Ah! Huh—ah~" A series of continuous movements made her lose her composure, her hands and feet flailing wildly in the bathtub as if trying to
escape , but her body honestly leaned against me.

I had always cherished this young body, but now I had the urge to misbehave.

I lifted her thighs with both hands, raising her legs high in the air, and thrust my hips forcefully, making Ziying's
tender body bounce back and forth. The bathtub water reduced the lubrication inside her vagina, but increased the tightness of the friction between my penis and
her vaginal walls .

"Ah, ahh! Yi, Yi... ah!" Ziying's hands flailing wildly made a mess of the shower gel and shampoo
, pulling the washcloth beside her into the water like a lifeline. The

chaotic scene before my eyes made me feel a surge of pleasure.

Come to think of it, this kind of
excitement Indeed, the fun of the workplace is inseparable from political infighting. My past experiences navigating the corporate world in my youth
flashed through my mind like a slideshow.

Thinking back to those times…

my penis felt an itchy, excited sensation, constantly craving friction within Ziying's body.

Women, methods that are inevitably used…

Although her breasts were small and unremarkable, they bounced rhythmically with each vigorous sway
, the pink nipples standing erect, exuding a sense of fullness and conveying an overall elasticity of "youth."

In my youth, I had countless experiences of betraying my girlfriends, and
women who had called themselves my mistresses in front of my girlfriends. Why, now that I'm this age, have I become so secretive? Why not add this adorable little
girl to my harem?

"Ahhh~ Ahhh~ Ahhh~" Ziying's body became compliant, her limbs at my mercy, her breathing
even, as if she had been completely conquered by me.

I certainly understood the advantages of having a girlfriend, but a one-on-one relationship was far too dull.

Ziying looked up at me with a hazy gaze, her tongue flicking between her panting lips,
kissing and licking my cheeks like a fledgling bird yearning to be fed. When I brought my lips to hers,
the fledgling bird instantly transformed into a vulture, seizing its prey and refusing to let go easily.

Morality? Rules? Ethics? Didn't I trample on these damned things enough when I was young?

Thrusting into her young body, my penis seemed to regain the fighting power of my youth—impulsive, curious, focused on
pleasure, and reckless. The backstabbing, the ruthlessness, the bribery, the betrayal in the workplace…

the workplace was where I fought and bled! That was my home! "Ahhh~ Ahhh~ Ahhhh~" Ziying's joyful panting, the splashing water between our bodies, became the background music of the battlefield, where there was only endless pleasure! Only endless snowflakes of paper money! Only the roar of a lion declaring victory ! "Ugh, ugh ... The penis still trembled deep inside Ziying's body, enjoying the afterglow of intense ejaculation. But the aging muscles collapsed first, unable to bear Ziying's weight for long. The legs, bent from constant strain, and the waist, weakened by excessive exertion, protested with numbness instead of pain. The once-mighty lion had instantly transformed into a helpless eel. In sex, men crave women's bodies, seemingly dominating the rhythm of intercourse. Even in cases of sexual assault , men forcefully invade women's bodies against their will—why? What do they do? By kissing, caressing, and penetrating various sensitive areas of a woman's body, men seem to control everything. But upon closer inspection, such behavior is merely about pleasing the woman's body. Is this the natural order of reproduction? Is this all there is to a sane human being? After intercourse, men immediately become tired and weak. Women, however, become energetic, their skin instantly becoming elastic and full. Ultimately, between men and women, who truly reigns supreme in sex? Holding Ziying's young body tightly, I couldn't help but wonder if the little girl in my arms was an angel or a devil. After leaving the bathroom, it was already dawn. I couldn't bear to lie back on the messy bed. Suppressing my exhaustion and overwhelming sleepiness, I pulled Ziying out of the hotel. Check-out was very simple: insert the key card into the machine in the lobby, swipe the credit card to confirm , and the process was complete—no human intervention. I hadn't slept a full night, and breakfast was rushed, but I clearly . This time, a hybrid approach would be used. The first phase would involve me discreetly assisting Ziying in developing a preliminary plan. The second phase would temporarily conceal this from Rachel, with Ziying reporting to Patrick, who would then instruct her on how to implement banking procedures and coordinate with other department heads cooperation. In the third stage, Ziying submitted a completed report to Rachel. When Rachel presented the report to management, Patrick explained the bank's usual practices to her. This way, I didn't have to be physically present, yet Ziying's proposal was successfully approved. She both contributed to the bank and avoided direct conflict with her female superior. Two months later, the matter concluded almost perfectly. Sleeping with my girlfriend's petite body in my arms filled me with a sense of peace. The cutthroat world of the workplace paled in comparison to the tranquility of this life. My decision to resolutely abandon my thriving career and become a freelancer may have been driven by youthful impulsiveness, but looking back, it wasn't wrong. At least this kind of happiness—couch at home during the day, cuddling my girlfriend and catching up on sleep—should be considered a luxury, right? Every path I've taken is difficult to categorize as right or wrong. Live in the moment, and that's enough. Too much scheming and calculation only burdens not only myself but also those around me. Those years, my girlfriend didn't have . A good income never meant a good life. "Why are you so free to look after me today? Aren't you going out for a fancy meal?" my girlfriend, nestled in my arms, said. "How can a fancy meal compare to yours?" I said. "Hmph~" my girlfriend lightly punched me. I gently lifted her chin, making sure she only had eyes for me. Just as I was about to kiss her, the phone rang, completely oblivious to the situation. "Hmph! Go eat your fancy meal." My girlfriend immediately turned her face away. Since it was broad daylight, not answering the phone seemed inappropriate. I decided to leave my girlfriend for now and pick up the phone . "Hello, it's been a while. This is Rachel." A confident, career- woman's . "Ah…" I was momentarily stunned. " I've heard Joeyce is your junior, and judging from this incident, her actions are indeed those of a seasoned professional." "Ah… um…" What was she trying to say? I can't figure it out. "Ah, I meant no harm, I just wanted to confirm the rumors. This girl has potential, you can leave her to me with confidence ," Rachel said. "Ah, thank you for taking care of her." " With your name on her, this little girl's future is limitless! I will nurture her well, and I hope you won't forget me in the future ," Rachel said.

Was it a threat? Or flattery? Never mind, it seems she doesn't intend to touch Ziying.

"Ah, please guide me."

'Nurturing juniors is also my job, don't hold a grudge against me. Besides, having excellent subordinates is
an honor for a superior!'

The exchange was sharp, and the other woman was no pushover either, seemingly igniting my passion for the workplace...
Should I let Ziying take her down?

A smile involuntarily crept onto my lips.

My girlfriend, sprawled on the bed, stuck her tongue out at me.

[End of Chapter - Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental]

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