【She, My Goddess】(06) Author: Kai Zi

Author: Kai Zi
Word Count: 4713

(6) Alan? Musk and Annie

She stared in horror at Alan? Musk, who was standing in front of her, dressed in tight black clothes and looking angry.

"How did you get here?" She lowered her defensive arms and looked around. "Where's Liu Yue?
What did you do to him?" There were only white walls around her, but the walls seemed not to exist. A white expanse, bright,
as if countless LED lights were shining desperately behind the walls. The floor and the ceiling were all the same.

"Where is this? What happened? What did you do to us?" She began to scream hysterically, trying to
suppress the trembling of fear with her madness and give herself some courage to fight back.

The Alan? Musk she was talking about did not move. His anger gradually subsided and turned into
a look . Seeing her screaming at him, Alan? Musk held his head with both hands and looked pained. "No, why?"
After a scream, he suddenly knelt down and cried bitterly.

This series of changes left her at a loss and unable to move forward or backward. Just as he was about to say something, looking bewildered
, he reached out his hand, only to see Allen Musk forcefully wave his right hand in the air. All the white, bright walls around him
vanished instantly, followed by the ceiling, the floor, and what seemed to be "her."

Everything plunged into darkness. "Gameover!" A woman's voice came from somewhere
, sounding somewhat mechanical and stiff. Several lights then illuminated the room, revealing that the room
contained only a device resembling a tanning bed, or perhaps a medical operating table, placed in the center of an empty
room . The man in black on the bed was half-sitting up, his hands cupping his face, seemingly grieving over something.
A thin, transparent tube extended from his groin, the other end connecting to the bed between his legs. The bed surface
was hard yet had some elasticity, seemingly made of silicone or rubber. On the man in black's clothing, there was a small white dot at
each joint, one near the back of his head, one near his heart, and
another faintly visible between his legs, all flashing in a predictable pattern. Beside the bed was a monitor, simple yet ingeniously
designed , seemingly floating in mid-air.

"Bang, whoosh—" A hidden door opened, and a person entered. The lighting was dim; only upon
closer could one discern a woman in a cheongsam with her hair styled in a bun. Her curvaceous figure seemed only a cheongsam
could truly showcase her beauty. However, her hips were somewhat excessively full, and
her calves much thicker and more fleshy than the average woman's.

She leaned down and gently stroked Alan Musk's back, whispering softly in his ear, "It's alright,
it's just a game. It's alright."

Then, with her other hand, she reached between his legs, pinched the transparent tube, and pressed a protruding button
. The tube clicked open, and she slowly removed it from Alan Musk's penis,
placing it rim seemed designed to hold the transparent tube in place.
Some liquid seemed to remain inside the tube, flowing into the basin. The nozzle was designed to be slightly thicker and wider than the tube itself,
about 20cm long. The button she had just pressed, now
extinguished, connected to the thinner tube at the end.

Alan Musk asked without looking up, "Annie, why? Why did she leave me?"

The woman named Anne stroked Alan Musk's face, lifted his head, and held him against her
chest, embracing him like a mother comforting a child. "Alan, don't push yourself like this."

"Annie, tell me why she left me?" Alan hadn't given up.

Anne pondered for a moment, then said in a slightly firmer tone, "Even if you have to consider this, through
this sandbox game, and by modifying your own mod to be so twisted, while modifying hers..."
Alan impatiently interrupted her, "That's an experiment. I know what I'm doing, I just don't know
what she did, what she was thinking."

Anne paused, watching him pull away from her embrace, still sitting there, troubled. Looking down,
she saw his shrunken penis protruding from the crotch of his black bodysuit, still blatantly leaking
semen. She felt a mix of anger and amusement, and without thinking, pressed a button somewhere. With a whoosh,
a , containing a slightly damp, steaming towel. She picked it up to wipe Allen, but he
snatched it away.

"You can go out now. I want to be alone for a while," Allen said expressionlessly.

"The mayor of Shanghai is coming to see you today, he'll be there in 20 minutes. Should we cancel the meeting?"
Annie kindly suggested.

"Hmm, no need. In 20 minutes, take him to my study." Allen casually wiped
his crotch, rolled off the bed, and dropped the towel on the floor. A miniature robot immediately came over, picked
up disappeared.

"I'm going to take a shower. I don't want to be disturbed for 20 minutes," Allen commanded, turning
to walk towards the wall opposite where Annie had come in. When Allen was about a meter away,
a door slowly opened in the wall and closed shortly after he stepped inside.

Annie watched him leave, sighed, and turned to walk back to the wall she had entered through. A slightly different-shaped
door opened and closed automatically.

Annie went out to prepare for her meeting with her boss and the mayor. Actually, there was no need for preparation; the entire building
was computer-controlled, with meticulously planned operations, everything proceeding smoothly, from
the people working inside to the robots.

Annie walked through the corridor with floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, thinking about Allen's question: Why? Why did she
leave me? Annie had been asked the same question six months ago, but she
still . Who was she referring to? She was the only human woman in the entire building. Allen
had been in this building for the past six months, never leaving. She really didn't know where he had met her before.

Allen wasn't a womanizing playboy. Before achieving success, he was focused on research and development and securing investment; after success, he dedicated himself
to public welfare, attending various meetings, negotiating with the government, and dealing with media praise or smear campaigns. He simply
had no time for a romantic relationship. If there was any physical connection, it was only with himself, but the two
never discussed love, nor did they need or demand anything from each other beyond physical intimacy. However, since this...
After "she" appeared, he felt a vague unease, anxiety,
and .

Annie's real name was Wang Nini, a completely Chinese woman who studied and graduated from Oxford University
with a degree in Economics and Management. She didn't like her real name and always wanted people to call her Annie.

Unlike many who rely on their parents' connections to study abroad, Annie earned her Oxford scholarship entirely through her own
intelligence . After graduation, she worked at Allen's company, becoming his
head of expanding business in China three years ago. But in the past year, Annie had become more like Allen's personal secretary, often
concerned about his health and similar matters. It seems it all started after their physical relationship.
First, perhaps out of female instinct, Annie began to care about Allen's physical health; then, out of curiosity, she
became concerned about his mental health. Initially, Annie simply arranged public and private meetings for Allen to deal with the government,
explaining the strangeness of this country to him. Allen, from beginning to end, simply couldn't understand
how or the thought processes and behaviors of its people.

He still couldn't believe that government officials, upon hearing that their people could receive completely
free, high-quality education, would actually demand various "kickbacks"! One was that,
along with providing free education, Allen's agricultural factory had to be opened in China. This wasn't inherently problematic; it
was Allen's original plan. However, the condescending attitude, preconceived notions
, and incessant rambling of those government officials were unbearable. The other was the literal meaning of "kickback." Although Allen didn't understand it,
for the sake of the Chinese people and his own company's immense wealth, he didn't care. The problem was that they hadn't told
him who should receive the kickback, how much, when, or how. In fact, Annie was equally unaware that Allen
valued her solely because she was a Chinese graduate from Oxford. He hadn't even considered her gender. It was purely because of Annie's excellence in every
way . Annie only
gradually realized, through various failures and with the "kind" guidance of a high-ranking official's secretary, that she was doing Allen's business in her motherland. She was, in a sense, a "returnee"! If she didn't understand,
she could hire someone. Afterwards, Annie hired several retired high-ranking officials as consultants, as well as several "
third-generation " individuals (I can't specify what generation, just using this analogy; anyway, this world is no longer
in the second generation). Through their combined efforts, Allen's free education program finally
began operating normally in impoverished areas of China a year and a half ago.

However, precisely because of this, Allen is even more eager for his free, high-quality online education to
spread throughout China more quickly, allowing everyone to receive such education and hoping that the people here will
one day embrace civilization. To this end, a major focus of Annie's work is how to
present various kinds of knowledge and culture to everyone through Chinese language and characters. In this respect, they encountered an even greater obstacle than before:
"cultural censorship." Various courses and forms of audiovisual education were repeatedly censored
. There were no obstacles only in designing science and technology, but almost nothing in designing philosophy, humanities, social sciences, psychology, history, and other disciplines
. They were simply not allowed to carry out related free education.

Until one day, Allen finally snapped. During a meeting with high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Culture, he slammed his fist on the table and
roared, "Whether you allow it or not, I have the ability to make my education accessible to all living beings on
this planet. If you don't approve it by tomorrow, I'll go back to America and use my technology to achieve
all of this. I already have the ability. Believe me!"

They believed him. They thought they already knew Allen was developing a technology that wouldn't require existing wireless or
satellite communication technology, allowing everyone to access the internet for free. And the government couldn't stop him. A few days earlier, in a meeting with Allen at
the State Department , they had clearly told him that if he wanted to do business in China, he would have to indefinitely postpone
the practical application of this technology. Or
it . Allen was already somewhat familiar with the country's bizarre spending habits, so it didn't
surprise him much, but he didn't agree on the spot either. But, when he slammed his fist on the table, he suddenly realized that this was something he could
use as leverage,
a bargaining chip to negotiate with those shameless and ulterior-motive officials for his most desired development.

A few days later, the Ministry of Education, without notifying Allen, unilaterally held a press conference,
announcing that China fully supported Allen's free education program. They even offered to fund the construction of internet base stations and encouraged
intellectuals to actively participate, providing them with
preferential policies such as income tax exemption. While Allen was initially angered by this unilateral announcement, he achieved
his goal and held a small celebration at his company headquarters in Lujiazui. Everyone drank, laughed heartily,
and sang every Chinese and foreign song they could think of. Allen, by this time, could speak relatively fluent
Chinese , and singing was no problem for him.

However, they soon discovered that reality was completely different from the verbal promises.
Many to report—yes, to report, not to apply for jobs. These people told Allen that they were all
sent by the Ministry of Education to handle the previously censored intellectual content. If Allen didn't accept these people,
the Ministry of Education would announce to the world that Allen wasn't trying to provide free education, but rather to overthrow the current regime.

Allen felt deceived and almost wanted to rush out and confront everyone who came to report.
But Annie stopped him. She advised Allen to proceed cautiously, and as long as the business could continue, there was always hope.
Once he was driven out, no matter how the world viewed the situation, Allen and his business would never be able to recover.
Unless Allen truly wanted to disrupt something.

Of course, Allen had never thought about, or even considered, disrupting his lifestyle. But through this incident,
Allen re-examined his "General Manager,"
Ms. Annie, who had been working tirelessly for his business in China. That evening, Allen took Annie to a high-end restaurant near the company. It was
"La Mant," one of Shanghai's most famous French restaurants, located on the 90th floor of the tallest building in Lujiazui, the "Heart of China," the fifth skyscraper in Shanghai .
They had a romantic and luxurious meal.

Annie initially thought it was just a regular working lunch, simply a thank you from the boss since the business had finally started.
She was alone. But when Allen led her to the door of the hotel, a sudden thought struck her: "Oh my god!"
Did the boss want to sleep with her?

The answer, of course, was yes!

Allen, of course, didn't just bluntly tell Annie, "Let's have sex!" Although it was pretty much the same afterwards.

He very gentlemanly treated Annie to a delicious and romantic dinner. There was even a small band
playing several of their chosen songs for them. Finally, Allen invited Annie to dance and,
as if by magic, placed a priceless diamond necklace on her finger. Annie was so happy she almost fainted on the spot. When she woke up,
her first words were, "Why didn't you tell me sooner? Otherwise, I would have worn that dress!"

Allen, of course, didn't know which dress, but he knew how to make love. This was something Allen had
suddenly told Annie during dinner, when he brought her to the door of his detached villa by the sea at the easternmost tip of Shanghai. "I also know how to make love," Allen said to Annie

with a smile, sitting in the light beige driver's seat of his convertible Aston Martin . Annie remembered they must have been talking about something before, something related to his sudden remark, but she couldn't remember how they'd gotten to the topic of sex. Maybe she'd had too much to drink, or maybe she felt drunk even without alcohol; anyway, she didn't want to dwell on it. She just paused for a moment, then laughed heartily and said to Allen, "Okay, show me!" Allen leaned over, gently kissed Annie's outstretched hand, turned, and slammed on the gas, speeding through the gap between the two half-open doors of the villa . A long time later, Annie's terrified scream lingered at the doorway .

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