[Urban] Beijing Mixed Life (Complete) - 4-6

Chapter 8.

At one o'clock in the morning, Cao Shan was asleep, Shen Si was asleep, Qu Yan and Hai Bo were already asleep, and most people in the city were asleep, but Cheng Min was still awake.

Erlong was a typical Northeastern man who lived off women. In Errenzhuan (a type of folk opera), it's often an ugly man paired with a beautiful woman; the man is short and ugly, while the woman is tall and pretty; the man is weak and the woman is capable. They were the same. Erlong and Cheng Min were from the same village and had known each other since childhood. Despite Erlong's bad-looking face, resembling Wei San'er, he was actually a decent person. Cheng Min was tall and had a good figure, attracting many suitors. However, their families were neighbors and had a good relationship, so they gradually became acquainted.

The modernization of society accelerated urbanization, leaving the vast countryside forgotten. To earn a living and have a better future, Erlong and Cheng Min, like many young people from their village, chose to go out to work. From Shenzhen to Zhejiang, to Shanghai, and then to Beijing, Cheng Min and Erlong did all sorts of jobs—waiting tables, factory workers—but their lives didn't improve. The little money they saved each month, after buying gifts for their families during the Spring Festival and giving money to both sets of parents, left them with almost nothing.

Their turning point came when they unexpectedly ran into their former boss from Zhejiang, who ran an office equipment business, in Beijing. The boss was dark-skinned and thin, a typical southerner. He had a penchant for tall, strong women from Northeast China, and Cheng Min had pursued him when she worked at his factory, but with Erlong around, he hadn't succeeded. This chance encounter led to a conversation about starting a company in Beijing. The boss was ostensibly trying to get Erlong involved—he would provide the capital, the supply of goods, and the customers—meaning Erlong would essentially get something for nothing. Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Erlong knew the boss's real intentions weren't what they seemed; Cheng Min was what he truly valued. That night, Cheng Min cried and beat him, cursing him, calling him a spineless coward. She said someone had bullied him, trying to take his girlfriend, but he hadn't uttered a sound. Erlong just let her yell, silently smoking. The next day, Cheng Min, her eyes red, took the business license from the small boss. The legal representatives were both their names.

Cheng Min was tall and beautiful, decisive and shrewd. The company gradually became operational. Cheng Min also used her connections to find other suppliers, slowly distancing herself from the small boss. Occasionally, the small boss would come to Beijing once a year under the guise of delivering goods, and as usual, Erlong would have to rent Cheng Min to him. Although the fault wasn't Cheng Min's, for a man, it was still a shameful thing. Cheng Min was busy with everything, while Erlong did nothing, but he always felt that Cheng Min had wronged him. So Erlong slowly made some bad friends and started visiting prostitutes.

This afternoon, as Cheng Min expected, Erlong went to a brothel again. Men are strange. He finds his wife, Cheng Min, dirty because he knows she was forced into a relationship with a young boss, but he doesn't find the prostitutes dirty at all. Another reason is that Erlong is all bark and no bite. Despite his fierce appearance, he's small-breasted. His domestic skills are woefully inadequate for handling the 1.81-meter-tall Cheng Min; it's like a futile ordeal. Over the years, he's never satisfied Cheng Min. After each encounter, he hears her soft moans as she masturbates in the bathroom. The thought of Cheng Min, whom he can't satisfy, being forced to be with the young boss every year or two, and perhaps finding satisfaction in that sinful and helpless transaction, fuels Erlong's inferiority complex and creates a greater psychological barrier to marital sex. But it was different with the prostitutes. Paying money meant not only better service and more variety, but also the thrill of being dominated, the woman's frenzied moans giving him immense satisfaction. Cheng Min was tall, so her vagina was relatively large; Erlong's small penis always felt loose inside. But many prostitutes were petite and delicate, and despite working countless clients, they possessed a rare tightness. Especially the one he frequented, a Sichuan girl, pretty with delicate skin, about 1.6 meters tall, petite and cute. Her little pussy was always tight and wet, which Erlong loved.

But damn it, things didn't go as planned. He never expected this girl to be arrested by the police; he'd been lured in. He'd

only just gotten inside that afternoon, barely a couple of times, when the door was kicked open, and he was caught red-handed. It was late at night, and after paying an 8000 yuan fine, Cheng Min finally let him go.

At this moment, Erlong was drinking alone in the living room, having downed more than half a bottle of red sorghum liquor. His face was flushed and his neck was red, while Cheng Min was huddled on the sofa, crying. Erlong tilted his head back and downed the rest of his drink, then staggered to the sofa, burping, and grabbed Cheng Min's hand, pulling her towards the bedroom.

"Come on, let's go back to sleep!" Erlong growled in a low, incoherent voice.

Erlong's burp landed on Cheng Min's face, almost making her vomit. She forcefully pushed Erlong's hand away, breaking free from him, shouting, "I'm not going! You can sleep by yourself!"

Erlong struggled to pull her, but at less than 1.6 meters tall, he couldn't possibly move the 1.8-meter-tall Cheng Min. He staggered drunkenly on the floor, slurring, "What's wrong? Why can't a couple sleep together?"

Cheng Min looked at Erlong with disgust and said, "Look at you! Aren't you out looking for other women? Don't touch me!"

Hearing Cheng Min's words, Erlong suddenly became agitated. "What? You think I go out and see other women? You think I'm dirty?"

Cheng Min shoved him away, saying with disgust, "At least you have some self-awareness!" She tried to get up.

"Bullshit!" Erlong roared, shoving Cheng Min onto the sofa, pounced on her, forcefully ripped off her nightgown, spread her long legs, and pressed his body between them. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard penis, and tried to force it inside. Cheng Min kicked and flailed her arms, but she was no match for her husband, who was drunk and acting wildly. She tried to push him away, not wanting his dirty penis, which had just been inside another woman that afternoon, to penetrate her. This only enraged Erlong further, and with a loud "slap," he slapped Cheng Min across the face.

"You slut, you think I'm dirty? What about you? You fucking bastard, how many times have you slept with that supplier's little boss? I haven't even thought you're dirty!" Erlong shoved Cheng Min's arm away, grabbed his penis, and thrust it hard into his wife's hole. This afternoon had been such a disappointment; he hadn't even had sex with a woman, and his penis was throbbing with pent-up desire.

The glans rubbed against his wife's plump labia, sliding into that moist, fleshy hole. The tender flesh of her vaginal walls gave him immense satisfaction.

"Mmm..." Erlong let out a deep, satisfied sigh.

"Ah...it hurts!!!" Cheng Min had absolutely no interest. Her vagina was very tight, and although her husband's penis was small, the way he inserted it was very rough, causing her to wince in pain.

"Get up! Get up right now!!" Cheng Min pushed Erlong away forcefully. The thought of this penis having slept with other women and then coming to play with her made her feel disgusted.

Fueled by alcohol, Erlong pinned her arms down and pounced on Cheng Min's tall, slender body, thrusting wildly into her until she screamed. As he fucked her, Erlong cursed, "You son of a bitch, it's fine for the little boss to fuck you, but I'm your husband, I can't even fuck you!"

These words deeply hurt Cheng Min. She pressed her long legs tightly together, desperately twisting her wide, white buttocks, trying to free her husband's penis from her body. "Erlong! Are you even a man?

Every time the little boss comes, he defiles me, and you just watch your wife being played with by others, you don't dare utter a sound, and now you're blaming me! I'll fight you!" Ignoring the relentless thrusting of his penis inside her, Cheng Min struggled with all her might, like a rapist.

"Damn! Did the young boss make you feel good? Every time I come to bed with you, you never say anything! You just don't want to fuck me, I can't satisfy you, can I? Can I?!" Saying this, he raised his hand and slapped Cheng Min several times.

Erlong was frantically fucking his tall, sexy wife. Cheng Min watched Erlong's drunken, crazed state through teary eyes, feeling extremely distressed. Every time she made love with her husband, it was like torture. He really couldn't perform, and ever since her first time with the young boss, Erlong had become even less capable, making her suffer terribly every time. At first, she felt sorry for Erlong, regardless of who was right or wrong, after all, her body had been played with by another man. But Erlong's affairs with disreputable women had left Cheng Min with no shred of pity for him.

She painfully turned her head to the side, feeling her husband's penis rubbing against the entrance of her vagina, experiencing absolutely no pleasure. Tears welled in her eyes as she gritted her teeth, hoping it would all end quickly. Less than five minutes later, Erlong ejaculated, cursing, "Fuck your mother!" before going to the bedroom, leaving Cheng Min naked and sobbing, tears streaming down her face, her husband's filthy semen slowly flowing from between her spread legs.

Cheng Min was heartbroken. She decided to give her husband a proper cuckold's horns! But she knew it would take courage. Her heart struggled painfully; how could she take this incredible step? She was utterly disappointed in Erlong's affairs, but could she really accept another man penetrating her body?

The next day...

Perhaps Shen Si had spoken with Bob, because Bob stopped having Cao Shan canvassing buildings. However, scheduling meetings with clients over the phone was another form of torture. As soon as the clients heard it was for advertising, they hung up immediately, some even swearing. The few who were more patient politely declined. The entire morning was fruitless. Since meeting Qu Yan's client yesterday, and the female boss Cheng Min's hint that she would give him the advertising business, Cao Shan was conflicted. This client originally belonged to Qu Yan; she had already helped him a great deal by taking him to the meeting. But in this situation, he absolutely didn't want to steal Qu Yan's client—it would be too unethical. However, his month was almost up, and he hadn't made any progress in his business. At this rate, he definitely wouldn't be able to pass his probation period and would face being fired again. Cao Shan was in agony, torn between taking Qu Yan's client and losing his job. Did he have to harm someone else's interests just to keep his own job? Especially someone he had a flirtatious relationship with, a classmate who had helped him so much! Qu Yan quickly arranged another client meeting today and wanted to go with Cao Shan, but Cao Shan refused. He didn't know how to face Qu Yan.

Dozens of phone calls that morning left him dizzy and disoriented. He deeply felt that surviving in Beijing was far more difficult than he had imagined. He lacked ability and education, working in the lowest rung of this city's developed commercial society—a job with the fiercest competition. After the angry voice on the other end of the phone insulted Cao Shan and his entire female family, he angrily hung up, grabbed a cigarette, and walked out of the office. He needed to calm down.

In the smoking area, Cao Shan leaned against the wall, took a deep drag, gazed at the blue sky and green trees outside the window, and then exhaled the smoke into the distance, enveloped in thick smoke. He thought about how prestigious he had been at school, how much love and care he had received at home, but now he felt like a social outcast, barely surviving, groveling and swallowing his pride for a pitiful few hundred yuan. At the new employee meeting, Jeff said that President Roosevelt had said, "If you can't be president, be an advertising man." This is a golden rule in the advertising industry, but it's for those renowned advertising designers who control the economic lifeline of the industry and showcase their artistic taste through outstanding creativity. It doesn't include advertising salesmen like him, who are universally despised. He's at the very bottom of this creative industry chain, the least creative, and the most looked down upon. People can humiliate him at will, insult him, and tell him to shut up without hesitation because he's bothering others. Cao Shan sadly felt that he had become someone who was constantly bothering others. A wave of sorrow washed over him, and his eyes reddened. This wasn't the life he wanted; what he was experiencing was completely different from the blueprint he had drawn for himself when he graduated.

"Hey, can I borrow a light?" Hearing a girl's voice calling him from behind, Cao Shan wiped away his tears, took out a lighter, and handed it to her.

The girl wasn't pretty; she had small eyes, wore black-rimmed glasses, and long, straight hair that covered her cheeks. She had a small mouth and a cigarette dangling from her lips. Not only was she not pretty, but she also didn't have a good figure. She was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a large bottom. Her thighs were particularly thick and short, and she wore tight black jeans that accentuated her bulky lower body. Her skin was fair and delicate, but looked unhealthy.

"Oh, what's wrong? Did you suffer a setback? Or heartbroken?" the girl asked, noticing Cao Shan's red eyes, speaking with a strong Beijing accent.

"Nothing," Cao Shan said apologetically, seeing the girl notice he was crying. She wore a large black t-shirt with a Guns N' Roses picture printed on it. Cao Shan forced a smile and said, "You like Guns N' Roses too?" The girl was surprised and laughed, "Oh

, I thought you sales people all listened to Xuecun. You like rock too? Oh, by the way, my name is Tang Jing, nice to meet you." "

Heh, that's sweet. My name is Cao Shan," he said, calling her saccharin. Although it was their first meeting, this not-so-pretty and not-so-good-looking girl didn't put any pressure on him; instead, he felt a sense of kinship, so he teased her playfully.

"Really? You're pretty tough, daring to go even up a mountain..." Tang Jing teased him. Cao Shan thought for a moment before understanding, then chuckled.

"You don't look like a salesperson, are you a designer?" Cao Shan asked.

Tang Jing nodded, her small, single-eyelid eyes behind her glasses sparkling. "You just started? Sales must be tough, right?"

"What the hell is this?" Cao Shan took a deep drag on his cigarette, pinching it between his middle finger and thumb, leaning against the wall with a cool,颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless,颓废, or颓废) look.

"No job is easy. You guys have fixed working hours, but we have no set start and end times," Tang Jing said, also taking a drag on her cigarette. "By the way, you seem a bit different from other salespeople, don't you? You like Guns N' Roses?"

Cao Shan chuckled and said, "Guns N' Roses is pretty much like pop music. Everyone's heard of popular rock. I listened to more metal in school, the death metal kind, like Slayer and Death."

"Well, if that's the case, it's understandable that you're not doing well in sales. Salespeople should listen to Xuecun and Andy Lau. What are you, a rocker, doing hanging out with them?" Tang Jing leaned against the wall next to him and said.

"It's just that I'm struggling financially. Do you think I wanted to be a salesperson who gets yelled at?" Cao Shan said helplessly, but he also felt like he had a good conversation with Tang Jing.

"Don't get depressed. You need to balance work and rest. Do you go to shows? Wudaokou." Tang Jing seemed to know exactly what she was talking about.

"Where the hell am I supposed to get money? I can't even afford to eat, I can't even pay the rent. I just play guitar and listen to music sometimes."

Hearing Cao Shan say that, Tang Jing's eyes lit up. "You can play guitar? How well?"

Cao Shan smiled slightly and said modestly, "So-so, but I struggle a bit with solos on most songs, but riffs and chords are no problem."

Tang Jing paused for a moment, then looked up, brushed her hair aside, and said, "I can play a little guitar too, and I also play drums. How about we have a friendly match sometime?" Tang Jing's hands were beautiful, white and slender, the kind of hands for playing instruments.

Cao Shan was delighted, "Great idea! I couldn't be happier. I was in a band in school, but after graduation, we were basically playing against a brick wall, and the old ladies downstairs even yelled at me."

Tang Jing was also happy, "Then it's settled, this weekend. By the way, what kind of guitar do you play?"

"Fanta, Telecaster."

"Wow, that's a great guitar, I definitely have to try it." Tang Jing was even happier to hear that Cao Shan had a good guitar. But she didn't forget to add, "A Telecaster isn't suitable for playing metal."

"You know your stuff, girl." Cao Shan felt that Tang Jing was as familiar as a classmate from school, and this long-lost feeling was wonderful, making him feel like he had met her too late. "I can just adjust the tone with effects pedals, I'm not really into those things. Jacksonibeanz looks too cheesy, and I also play bluesfunk, ybrid-pop, and stuff like that." Finding a kindred spirit is rare, and exchanging musical terms with like-minded people is incredibly satisfying; he hadn't felt this happy in a long time.

"Who's your sister?" Tang Jing also had a good impression of Cao Shan, not just because he was handsome, but also because they both loved music. "Okay, write down my number, let's meet up this weekend."

"No problem."

"By the way, you..." Tang Jing deliberately dragged out the sound, whispering, "Do you live with your girlfriend?

Won't that be a problem?"

Cao Shan gave a wry smile and said, "I can't even feed myself, how could I have a girlfriend?"

He quickly finished his cigarette. Tang Jing went back, and Cao Shan really didn't want to call that damn phone again, so he lit another one. Looking at Tang Jing's back, her long hair swaying, her big ass was fucking huge, and her short, thick legs were fucking thick.

He thought, if this girl were taller, prettier, even just about the same height as Qu Yan, or even slightly less so, he'd have the desire to pursue her. However, looking at Tang Jing, he thought, let's just be friends.

Just as he returned to his office, his phone rang. Cao Shan pressed the answer/hang-up button in the middle. "Hello, Panhai Shengshi, Beijing Yellow Pages."

"Is this Cao Shan?" A woman's soft voice came from the other end of the line, unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar.

"Oh, yes, who is this?" Cao Shan asked tentatively, at least he had mastered the seamless transition from rock star to salesman.

"This is Cheng Min." The woman's soft voice came from the other end of the line.

"Who?" Cao Shan couldn't remember for a moment.

"Didn't you come here with Qu Yan to discuss advertising yesterday?" the woman complained, somewhat disappointed.

"Oh, Manager Cheng. Hello, hello," Cao Shan replied, bowing and scraping. At least he had learned to communicate with clients using a salesperson's tone and wording.

"Didn't you take my number?" Cheng Min asked, somewhat displeased. She had thought about it all night, pondering and rethinking, and after a long and agonizing internal struggle, she finally settled on Cao Shan—the only young man outside her husband's social circle who was also good-looking. This phone call was the first step in her affair. During her business meeting with Qu Yan, Cheng Min noticed Cao Shan glancing at her from time to time. Knowing the desires of a young man full of youthful vigor, she began to act. Unexpectedly, Cao Shan hadn't even taken her number; it was all wishful thinking on her part. This made her very unhappy.

"No, no, you misunderstood. Manager Cheng, I was going to write it down, but..." Cao Shan hurriedly explained, but Cheng Min interrupted him, "Don't call me Manager Cheng, okay? Just call me Sister Cheng."

"Oh, Sister Cheng, Sister Cheng."

"Regarding the advertising... we've studied it, and it's basically fine, it's just..." Cheng Min said mysteriously.

"Sister Cheng, please feel free to make any requests, and I'll try my best to meet them!" For the first time, Cao Shan felt the thrill of doing business—the thrill of taking money from other people's pockets. The thrill of success after careful planning.

"Young man," Cheng Min changed her address to Cao Shan, and continued, "Sister Cheng has something I'm not sure if I should say."

"Please, please say it," Cao Shan said quickly, seeing Cheng Min's shifty expression, afraid she might change her mind.

"Do you know the essence of doing business?" Cheng Min asked.

Cao Shan didn't quite grasp the meaning of her words. He was only doing sales out of necessity and hadn't considered the issue at all. He answered based on his own understanding, "Sales is about building connections between suppliers and customers, providing what those who need it with what they need. I think that's it." Cao Shan added somewhat guiltily.

"Hehehe," came Cheng Min's laughter from the other end of the phone, a sound that was hard to decipher—was it happiness or sarcasm? "You're so cute. Let me tell you, Cao Shan, if you approach sales with this attitude, you won't close a single deal after your one-month trial period. Sales is about building connections between people; it's about relationships, not products. Supply and demand exist, but even if I have a need, I can advertise with anyone, I can choose other yellow pages, I can even choose other media. You're not the only one, understand?"

Hearing Cheng Min's words, Cao Shan felt uncertain. Was she implying she didn't want to do it? He hurriedly asked, "So, how do you think I can get this deal with you?"

Cheng Min laughed again on the phone, laughing at his naiveté and his inability to understand the hints. "Cao Shan, do you really not understand? Or do you prefer me to spell it out for you? You've gotten lucky this time, but what about my deals in the future? What about my friends' deals? How do you get those deals and make them your own commission? You have to become my only person, hold onto me as a client, hold onto me as a person, even use any means necessary to win my favor, so that I can become your person too, understand?"

Hearing Cheng Min's ambiguous words, he sensed there was something more to them, but he was afraid of misunderstanding. What if she just said it was a business deal and nothing more? Wouldn't he be just presumptuous? He could only give a vague "hmm" as an answer.

Cheng Min pondered. She'd already put herself in this position; any smart person, or someone with even a little social experience, would have already taken the opportunity to back down, either by inviting her to dinner or offering a small gift to see her again. They would have already made their move. But Cao Shan had only given a curt "hmm" and that was it. Cheng Min was a little annoyed. Was he pretending not to understand? Or did he simply have no interest in her at all? She was not even thirty, and tall enough to turn heads on the street. Why was it so difficult with this young man? Little did she know that Cao Shan was afraid of making a fool of himself.

Fortunately, Cheng Min suppressed her anger and didn't give up, continuing, "Cao Shan, do you have a problem with me? Don't you want to be around me?" The implication was clear.

Cao Shan quickly said, "No, no, no, Sister Cheng, why would I have a problem with you? You're so beautiful, and you have such a great figure." Cao Shan blurted it out, actually wanting to test the waters himself. He was too shy.

Cheng Min was relatively satisfied with Cao Shan's words, proving that the approach was correct, only the guiding force was a little weak. She smiled and said, "You, you like women like Sister Cheng? Tall women?" This had become blatant flirting.

Cao Shan felt a surge of blood rush to his head; he didn't know what to say. Or rather, he wasn't comfortable flirting with a stranger he'd only met once, with whom he'd had little interaction. "Yes," he replied in the simplest way.

Cheng Min smiled bitterly to herself. Was she really going to go to such lengths? With her looks, figure, size, and temperament, was it really that hard to find a man? But Cao Shan's seemingly dull demeanor only fueled her desire to conquer him. This young man, so inexperienced, didn't even know how to flirt; maybe he was a virgin. Thinking of this, her breathing became heavy. "Are you free this weekend?" Cheng Min continued to take the initiative.

“Oh, yes. Oh, right, I invited a friend over to play the piano, but, but, but I’ll try to postpone it to next week.” Cao Shan was referring to Tang Jing, whom he had just met.

“Okay, I’d like to go to the beach this weekend and eat seafood. If you’re free, I can take it as an invitation from you, how about that?” Cheng Min said.

Cao Shan had gone to Beidaihe with his classmates when he was a freshman in college. Although it was packed with people, the vastness of the sea left a deep impression on him. He quickly said, “Okay.”

“Alright, if you can’t make it, give me a call. If it’s okay, I’ll pick you up.” After exchanging a few more pleasantries, she hung up.

Now it was Cao Shan’s turn to let his imagination run wild. He still couldn’t believe that a single phone call could bring him and Cheng Min so close. Before this phone call, they were complete strangers. They had met, but he was just a background figure, barely exchanging a few words or having any real conversation. In his mind, Cheng Min was a mature, gentle, beautiful, and tall woman—a distant figure he could only fantasize about. He never imagined they would be going to the beach together. Could she swim? Imagine her in her swimsuit—wow, over 1.8 meters tall, with a model's figure! What would she look like in a swimsuit? He racked his brains, trying to recall Cheng Min, then stripped naked, changed into a swimsuit, and imagined her—surely alluring, the kind that would make his penis instantly hard. He had an innate fondness for tall women.

Since receiving the call, Cao Shan had been lost in thought, as if in a dream. After work, he ran into Tang Jing and explained the situation. Tang Jing didn't seem to care, saying they could reschedule.

After work, he went to a Xinjiang restaurant, ordered a plate of fried noodles and two pieces of kidney, ate his fill, and returned to his room, lying in bed indulging in another daydream.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. It was Qu Yan. "Cao Shan, may I come in?"

Cao Shan quickly jumped out of bed, put on a long shirt to cover his erection, and opened the door. "Oh, Qu Yan, come in. What's up?" Seeing Qu Yan's tall and voluptuous figure, Cao Shan thought that if Cheng Min were a little plumper, that would be better. He not only liked tall women, but he especially liked women with big breasts and big butts.

Qu Yan didn't enter the room; Hai Bo was next door, and she didn't want to make him jealous. She just stood at the door and said... “Well, I called Manager Cheng, the one we went to last time, today. She said the advertising intentions are fine, but…” She paused, then said, “She said she wants to sign with you.”

Cao Shan’s face flushed red. He opened his mouth for a long time before finally saying, “Is that so? I… I didn’t know.”

Qu Yan forced a smile and said, “It’s okay, I’ll just go after the client again. I don’t know if she told you, so I’m just letting you know. If you sign, you’ll get a permanent position. Congratulations.”

Cao Shan was extremely embarrassed and said, “Oh, I… I really don’t know how to thank you. You… you’re truly my benefactor.”

“Alright, I won’t disturb your rest any longer. I hope you succeed. After signing your first deal, you’ll discover the joy of sales. Goodbye.” Watching Qu Yan turn around and return to her room, he felt a pang of melancholy. He felt very guilty, yet he also felt that he had no control over everything. In short, his mind was in turmoil. How could he steal the client of the girl he liked?

Chapter 9

On Friday night, Cao Shan dragged Jianguo to the lamb skewers stand near the entrance for drinks. Jianguo was his best friend, and he was confused by what had happened, needing someone to talk to him.

Cao Shan didn't hide anything from Jianguo, and immediately told him about Qu Yan taking him to meet a client, and how the female manager had called him to invite him to the beach. He was afraid Jianguo would scold him, but to his surprise, Jianguo seemed indifferent, even quite happy.

"Damn, you're something else, it's obvious, that woman wants to sleep with you." Jianguo said, chewing on a piece of beef tendon.

"Sleep with my ass, I still have Zhang Ning." Cao Shan said, frowning.

"Stop talking nonsense, where's Zhang Ning? Brother, let me tell you, what she said is right, business is all about communication between people, right? From what you've said, this woman's figure is like a model, a bit older, but she has the vibe of a mature woman, you might as well take advantage of her, you can't even sleep with her even if you pay her, let alone pay her." Jianguo seemed even more excited than him.

"But, but is this fucking feasible? If I go with her, what will I become?" Cao Shan frankly said that besides missing Zhang Ning and feeling he couldn't betray her, the more important reason was that he felt it was too shameful to let a woman take advantage of him with an advertisement.

"Don't think so much. Let me tell you, it's killing two birds with one stone. You make money and play with women. There's nothing more satisfying than this. To tell you the truth, look how well I'm doing with clients now. I've slept with several female clients."

Jianguo said smugly.

"What? Holy crap, really?" This surprised Cao Shan.

"What's so surprising? This world is a world of men and women. Male clients, take them to meet women, one threesome and they're buddies. Female clients, as long as there's an opportunity, go for it, and they're yours. Once you've accumulated clients and made money, then it's your turn to play with others. Did you see that chubby receptionist at my company last time? I got her a couple of days ago." Jianguo took a big gulp of wine.

"Holy crap, you slept with her? You just slept with her like that?" In Cao Shan's eyes, sex was sacred, a sublimation of love between two people. But in Jianguo's mouth, it was like currency, something that could be traded. The last time he saw that girl, she was fair-skinned and quite well-behaved. How could she be so shameless?

Jianguo glanced at him and said, "Of course I slept with her. I bought her a phone, a V998. She was so happy. I made her drink a couple more drinks at dinner, and then we went to a hotel together. She took such an expensive phone from me. How could she not reciprocate? The next day, I saw her boyfriend pick her up on his bike. Just playing around."

Cao Shan's mouth dropped even wider. "Holy crap, she has a boyfriend! And you just slept with her? You're amazing!"

Jianguo, with the air of someone who'd been there before, patted Cao Shan on the shoulder and said earnestly, " "Cao Shan, if you do this job well, you'll get addicted. Once you've developed a certain number of clients, the money will come naturally. What you need to do is maintain good relationships with your clients. For the men, get them involved with women; for the women, just go for it. You get the fucking, you make the money—that's what doing business is all about. Got it? Once you have money, forget everything else, even having sex with your children is just nonsense. Why don't you bring Zhang Ning back so you two can reunite? Otherwise, running around like this won't get you anywhere."

Cao Shan thought of Zhang Ning and felt a little downcast. "If it's like you say, Zhang Ning and I won't be the same as before."

Seeing Cao Shan's sentimental expression, Jian Guo chuckled and spat out his drink. "Damn it, can you stop talking like that? What's the big deal? Isn't that how men are? Making money and providing a good environment and a good life for the woman they love is a man's success. As for what happens outside, would you let her know? Besides, poverty makes everything miserable for couples. If you don't make money, everything else is pointless, understand?"

Cao Shan disagreed with Jianguo's statement but didn't want to refute him. He just thought it was his way of doing things, his philosophy of life. He also wanted to make money and bring Zhang Ning to Beijing to fulfill the wish he had made for her, but if what Jianguo said was true, his wish would be distorted. He made up his mind. Since things had come to this point, and Cheng Min was so infatuated with him, he should agree to her this time. He couldn't refuse her, after all, she was his benefactor. He couldn't do this again. Besides, it was just going out for fun. Was he overthinking it? Cheng Min was so tall and elegant, completely different from him. There was a long line of men who wanted to sleep with her. Why should he be the one? There was no such thing as a free lunch. Cao Shan comforted himself…

Saturday morning at five o'clock, Cao Shan woke up, packed his things, and sat blankly on the bed, restless like a girl waiting to be married. At six o'clock sharp, his phone beeped with a text message from Cheng Min: “I’m downstairs.”

Cao Shan slung his bag over his shoulder and went downstairs. He saw a red Santana parked downstairs, opened the car door, and saw Cheng Min.

She wore light makeup, and her long, smooth hair was casually tied up, making her look capable yet charming. At 29, she was an older sister to Cao Shan. He had never interacted with a woman her age before, let alone such an ambiguous interaction.

“Sister Cheng, hello…” Cao Shan stammered as he greeted her. Cheng Min didn’t speak, but gave him a charming smile.

It was still dark, and the dim reading light in the car was on. Cheng Min was only inches away from him. In the dim light, her lightly made-up face looked delicate and beautiful, and the small space of the car was filled with a faint, ambiguous atmosphere.

"Put your bag in the back," Cheng Min said, taking a bag of milk and a sandwich from the storage compartment in front of the gear shift, and handing them to Cao Shan. "Have something to eat. We won't stop along the way, so let's go and have fun as soon as possible."

"Thank you." Taking Cheng Min's breakfast, Cao Shan felt a warmth, the thoughtfulness and care of an older sister. For Cao Shan, who had suffered so much coldness and indifference while alone in a foreign land, his calloused heart was melted by this warmth.

The Santana drove south, reached the North Fourth Ring Road, then turned east, passed Sihui, and entered the Beijing-Harbin Expressway, continuing eastward.

The car sped along, the straight highway flanked by lush trees. The sky in the distance gradually turned a pale white, and the morning air made Cao Shan feel refreshed. He had never traveled by car before because he didn't own one. This kind of free and comfortable trip was truly amazing.

Cheng Min drove quickly and steadily. With little traffic in the morning, the sun acted like a precise timer, carrying Cao Shan as it sped towards the rising sun. They watched the distant sky gradually change from dark blue to bright blue, and the sun, unchanged for billions of years, slowly rose from the horizon, illuminating the sky with fiery red rays and gilding the deep green trees on either side with a golden glow. The autumn morning breeze slipped into the car through the slightly open window, carrying a pleasant, faint scent of grass. Seeing this, Cao Shan couldn't help but cheer with joy, and Cheng Min, seeing his happiness, giggled along. The scene

was a beach overflowing with flesh, changing rooms reeking of urine, swimming rings made from tire liners, brightly colored swimsuits mostly worn by overweight older women, parasols, beverage bottles, flip-flops, seaweed, twigs, sausage skins, packaging bags, the salty, yellowish-brown seawater, and an endless coastline.

The bustling and noisy seaside was Cao Shan's impression of Beidaihe. But this time, it was very different.

Cheng Min and Cao Shan went to the Golden Coast. The car pulled into a high-end seaside hotel. Cheng Min got out of the car carrying her bag, and Cao Shan followed behind her with his bag on his back. Cheng Min wore a loose purple silk shirt and white tight-fitting capri pants. Her mature, round buttocks and long legs were stretched taut, and her round, straight, and slender calves were exposed below the pant legs. She wore a pair of wedge sandals on her snow-white feet. Her height of 1.81 meters plus the height of the heels made her look about 1.85 meters. Cheng Min was already a sophisticated young woman, and this makeover made her look even more charming and dignified. Cao Shan's heart itched. He thought, "The worst and best outcome today is that I'll sleep with this woman. Goodness, she's even taller than Qu Yan. A tall horse like her is not easy to handle."

A tall, elegant young woman, Cheng Min, with the poise of a model, was followed by Cao Shan, who was dressed like a student and was about 1.7 meters tall. The difference in their height and age drew attention from the hotel staff.

After registering at the front desk, they found that late September in Beidaihe was past its peak season, and this four-star hotel wasn't a place for ordinary tourists. It wasn't crowded. Led by the receptionist, they opened the door to their first-floor room, which immediately caught Cao Shan's eye—it was a suite. The outer room had a TV, a refrigerator, and a three-seater sofa, while the inner room had a large bed. To his surprise, the room had a full-length glass wall, offering an unobstructed view of the sea. Pushing open a glass door led directly to the beach. Their room was probably the hotel's most luxurious, with a private beach where they could swim and barbecue undisturbed, giving it a feel reminiscent of the Maldives in Qinhuangdao.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?" Cheng Min asked Cao Shan with a smile.

"Great, this is fantastic. It's a world of difference compared to my last trip to Beidaihe, so high-class!" Cao Shan said, tossing his bag onto the three-seater sofa in the outer room. "Sister Cheng, I'll stay outside tonight."

Cheng Min smiled at his awkward expression and said, "Suit yourself." She knew this recent graduate must be incredibly nervous, but wasn't she just as nervous? It was her first time bringing a boy out for fun, sharing a room with him, and with such ill intentions—she was nervous too, but after a few years in the workforce, she knew how to hide it.

Cheng Min said she wanted to take a shower. While Cao Shan waited outside, he changed into his swim trunks. His penis was already hard, and it took him a while to tuck it into his pants, but the tent in his crotch was unsightly, so he had no choice but to tie his t-shirt around his waist.

When Cheng Min came out of the bathroom, Cao Shan's jaw almost dropped to his crotch. Cheng Min changed into a sky-blue bikini, her two small, rounded breasts barely concealed by the smooth fabric. Cheng Min was tall and slender, with exceptionally beautiful skin—milk-white and smooth as silk. Although she was approaching thirty, her skin was firm, her abdomen flat; Cheng Min enjoyed exercising and had no excess fat. Below her slender waist were gracefully shaped hips, clad in extremely short white hot pants. The shorts accentuated her long legs, making them appear even longer. Her slightly upturned, round buttocks were tightly encased in her underwear, yet their curves were fully displayed. Cheng Min was a tall woman with a perfectly proportioned figure.

"Silly boy, haven't you seen enough yet?" Cheng Min winked at Cao Shan, speaking in a sweet, coquettish voice.

Cao Shan was startled by her gaze, then scratched his head and grinned foolishly, saying, "Beautiful, so beautiful."

"Want to see more? I'll let you see as much as you want these next couple of days. Come on, let's go eat seafood." Cheng Min put on a sun hat and large sunglasses, looking even more stylish.

Cheng Min pulled Cao Shan's hand and led him to the seafood market. She said the freshest seafood was here, brought back by fishermen who sold it right off the boat. After picking out their seafood, they would boil or stir-fry it. Cao Shan ate his fill. After eating, the two rented a two-seater sightseeing vehicle, the four-wheeled, pedal-powered kind. Cao Shan leaned back comfortably while pedaling, and Cheng Min steered. The sky was azure, the sea stretched to the horizon, the air was filled with the scent of the sea, and the sides were shaded by green trees and covered in white sand. Cao Shan occasionally admired Cheng Min's tall, sexy, half-naked body—it was so comfortable.

They played until a little after 4 pm before returning to the hotel. Cheng Min took off her shorts, revealing a bikini underneath, and strutted into the private pool like a model posing for a photoshoot. Cao Shan, watching her hot, tall figure, slowly followed behind—his penis was already rock hard.

"Come on in, come on in, the water's not cold at all," Cheng Min said like a little girl, splashing water on Cao Shan. She'd had a wonderful feeling when she picked him up that morning; being with this graduate made her feel several years younger.

"Oh, I, I... well, you can just watch," Cao Shan stammered. It wasn't that he didn't want to swim, but the large tent in his pants made him feel incredibly embarrassed.

Cao Shan lay on a deck chair under a beach awning, watching Cheng Min play in the water with a sense of contentment. Her hair was wet and clung to her body, and her light blue bikini had a slightly transparent effect when wet, revealing her slightly protruding breasts and the deep cleft of her beautiful, round buttocks, which was quite alluring. Her snow-white skin appeared even whiter and softer in the seawater.

After playing for a while, Cheng Min saw that Cao Shan was still hesitant to go into the water, so she came ashore and pulled him in. "Come on, we've come all the way to Beidaihe without getting wet. Come on, play with your sister for a while." Cao Shan hesitated, saying, "Sister, I, I don't want to go into the water."

"The water is so shallow, what are you afraid of? Hurry up." Cheng Min pulled him with one hand and casually lifted the t-shirt that Cao Shan was covering his crotch with the other. Both of them blushed. It turned out that Cao Shan had been throbbing with desire from the shore, watching Cheng Min's alluring figure. His enormous penis burst through his swim trunks, sticking out quite a bit against her belly, like a sausage stuffed in his crotch.

"I..." Cao Shan hurriedly and hastily stuffed his penis into his underwear, tucking it into one leg of his pants, before bending over and shyly standing up, covering his chest.

Cheng Min was also taken aback by the young man's impressive size. Her face flushed, she turned away and quietly said, "Alright, there's nothing to hide anymore, let's go in the sea."

"Okay," Cao Shan replied, like a child who had done something wrong, following Cheng Min into the water. The seawater here wasn't murky like at the beach; it was very clear. Looking at Cheng Min's snow-white body in the water, Cao Shan couldn't control himself any longer. The two swam slowly in the water, occasionally splashing and playing, sometimes strolling in the water, looking up at the azure sky and fluffy white clouds above. Soaking in the still-warm seawater, they were lifted up and submerged by the gentle waves.

Hand in hand, arms outstretched, they welcomed the crashing waves, the seawater lapping against them, accompanied by excited shouts. A larger wave approached from afar; they straightened up, closed their eyes, and yelled. "Splash!"

The seawater hit them, lifting Cheng Min and Cao Shan up before plunging them back down.

Cheng Min lost her balance and stumbled from the impact. "Ouch!" she cried, instinctively grabbing Cao Shan. Cao Shan, much shorter than her, hurriedly caught her bottom, but they both fell into the water.

As the wave receded, Cheng Min was found lying on the beach, pinned beneath Cao Shan.

"Sister Cheng, you are so beautiful," Cao Shan said sincerely, cupping Cheng Min's face in his hands and gazing at her face, which bore a resemblance to Mao Amin.

"Really? Then, why are you avoiding me?" Cheng Min's slightly parted legs pressed against Cao Shan's crotch, she could feel his hard penis stirring. Looking up at Cao Shan's handsome face, her heart pounded. With this boy, she felt a heartbeat she had never experienced before.

"I... I'm not avoiding you, it's just... I don't know what to do. Actually, I... I really like you. From the first moment I saw you, I was attracted to you," Cao Shan confessed.

"I know, you like tall women, don't you?" Cheng Min smiled and playfully flicked Cao Shan's nose.

"Yes," Cao Shan agreed.

"Then, does my sister meet your requirements?" Cheng Min asked excitedly in a breathy voice, enticing him. Cao Shan nodded vigorously.

The sun set. Half-submerged on the sea, the last rays of sunlight painting the entire sea and sky a golden hue. A gentle sea breeze blew; although it was a little chilly, the two people on the beach felt warm inside and out. Cao Shan and Cheng Min lay passionately kissing on the beach. Cheng Min's long, beautiful legs tightly gripped Cao Shan's body. Cao Shan's hands reached into Cheng Min's bikini, grasping her full breasts and kneading them forcefully.

"Mmm, mmm..." Cheng Min was captivated by Cao Shan. This young man was so energetic, his whole body was warm, and although she hadn't tasted his large member yet, she had already experienced its proud virility. Cheng Min's tall and sexy body willingly allowed Cao Shan to caress her to his heart's content. She had long forgotten about her husband; she craved a man's embrace, caresses, recognition, and passion.

As for Cao Shan, from the moment he saw Cheng Min, his heart was captured by her body. He couldn't help it; Cheng Min's 1.81-meter height and beautiful figure were irresistible to Cao Shan, who preferred tall women. Before this, he had hesitated, unsure of the outcome of this trip, or rather, whether he could accept having a sexual relationship with a stranger older than himself. In his heart, sex was sacred; he should belong only to Zhang Ning, who was thousands of miles away, and it was right for him to make love with her. But during Zhang Ning's absence, he was first captivated by Qu Yan's tall, strong, and sexy body, and then seduced by Cheng Jie, who was even taller and had a better figure than Qu Yan. Cao Shan, who relied on masturbation to relieve his lust, desperately needed a woman, especially such a sexy and outstanding woman, a stunning beauty who offered herself to him.

The two kissed passionately from sunset until dusk. The sea breeze gave them goosebumps, but they were reluctant to separate. However, they were outdoors, and although it was a private body of water, they couldn't fully immerse themselves in the moment. Reluctantly, Cao Shan withdrew his tongue from Cheng Min's mouth, removed his hand from her sexy breasts, and the two, panting, embraced on the beach, draped in towels, listening to the waves. Cheng Min leaned on Cao Shan's shoulder. She was much taller than him, so she had to bend over to lean on him, but she was willing to do so; it made her feel warm and comforted.

"Cao Shan, do you really like me?" Cheng Min asked like a little woman.

"Yes," Cao Shan answered firmly. All men are like that; before sex, they can give the perfect answer to any question a woman asks without blinking or thinking—it's human nature.

"But, you and I might not have a future. You know, I have a family, but I'm not happy. I want you to cherish me, but I can't give you anything," Cheng Min said sadly.

Cao Shan thought to himself, isn't this perfect? A secret fling every now and then, and you give me some money—that's the best outcome. If you were truly devoted to me and divorced your husband, I couldn't handle it.

He quickly comforted her, "Min," he changed his address. "Even if we're together secretly, as a mistress, you can just think of me when you need me. I won't interfere in your life. Don't worry." "

Really? Thank you," Cheng Min said gratefully.

"Alright, it's getting cold, let's go back." Cao Shan wrapped his arms around Cheng Min's slender waist, pressing against her tall, beautiful body. He was captivated by the scene; his large penis had long been protesting. Such a beautiful woman was willingly offering herself to him; there was no reason not to accept. Whether she was naturally promiscuous or simply empty inside, he'd take her first. At this moment, Cao Shan's mind was only on Cheng Min's body, not on his longing for Zhang Ning.

The two went straight into the house and into the bathroom.

Hot water from the showerhead cascaded over them. In this private space, Cheng Min and Cao Shan no longer held back. After their foreplay, they were like dry wood meeting a raging fire, embracing tightly and kissing passionately. Cao Shan tore off Cheng Min's swimsuit, his hands grasping her firm, beautiful breasts. Cao Shan desperately craved a woman's real body, while Cheng Min, who had endured her husband's small penis for years, was itching for Cao Shan's large member. Cao Shan was a head shorter than Cheng Min, his face pressed against her chest. His tongue danced up and down, licking Cheng Min's erect nipples, making her tremble with excitement.

"Mmm, gently, gently, mmm," Cheng Min excitedly grabbed Cao Shan's hair, feeling waves of heat surging through her lower body. This fiery young man gave her immense satisfaction; his intense desire felt like it was setting her on fire. Before this, making love with her husband was as boring as doing homework, and with that small business owner, it was filled with humiliation and helplessness. From those two men, Cheng Min had never experienced the joy of sex, but Cao Shan gave her everything. And

wasn't Cao Shan the same? He was obsessed with tall women. Qu Yan wasn't pretty, lacked elegance, and was rather stocky, but Cao Shan was completely captivated by her height. But Cheng Min, whom he obtained so easily, was far superior to Qu Yan—sexy, tall, with a slender yet curvaceous and alluring figure.

Unable to control his desire, he reached into Cheng Min's swim trunks, frantically grabbing her plump buttocks. He hadn't truly touched a woman's body in so long, and the subsequent sexual intercourse was something he had never experienced before.

"Sister, I like you, I like your big ass," Cao Shan said passionately, gripping Cheng Min's mature and sexy buttocks.

Cheng Min tilted her head back, enjoying Cao Shan's wanton play with her body. She wanted to give Cao Shan a satisfying service, to make this young man never forget her. Cheng Min tightly embraced Cao Shan's slender body, her beautiful hands caressing his body, kissing him passionately. Then, Cheng Min slowly squatted down, kissing his nipples, kissing his well-defined body, and then squatted in front of Cao Shan.

Cao Shan looked at Cheng Min, her face flushed with embarrassment, squatting between his legs. He was both nervous and excited, his heart pounding. Having watched porn daily, he already knew what was going to happen. Cheng Min

took the initiative to break the last barrier between them. She gently pulled down Cao Shan's swimming trunks, and when Cao Shan's large penis, over 20 centimeters long and as thick as a wine glass, sprang out, Cheng Min almost cried out in excitement.

"So big..." Cheng Min hadn't expected the slender Cao Shan to have such a large penis; it was a truly unexpected surprise. Cheng Min happily stroked Cao Shan's large penis, thinking that he would be fucked to death by her soon. She playfully flicked her face with the long whip.

Cao Shan blushed and looked down at Cheng Min lewdly playing with his large penis; this scene, which he had only seen in pornographic films, was actually happening in front of him. He panted heavily and asked softly, "Sister, do you want... do you want me to take it in?"

Cheng Min gently stroked Cao Shan's large penis, rubbing the glans lightly against her face, chuckled, and said softly, "Do you want to? Do you want your sister to take your big thing in?"

"Yes, I... I've never been taken before," Cao Shan said excitedly. He had ejaculated countless times, but his penis had never been served by a woman before. Upon graduation, he had hoped to fulfill his long-cherished wish with Zhang Ning, but it didn't work out. Unexpectedly, he gave his first time to Cheng Min, a tall and beautiful married woman.

Cheng Min smiled slightly at Cao Shan, opened her mouth, and sucked Cao Shan's penis into it.

"Ah..." Cao Shan's penis was enveloped by Cheng Min's sexy lips, and a tremendous pleasure emanated from the glans, making him dizzy. So this is what it feels like to be sucked by a woman. Cheng Min's mouth was soft and wet, and her nimble tongue rhythmically licked his glans. Cao Shan felt the immense pleasure of his penis being inside this young woman's mouth was about to burst.

"It feels so good, ah... ah..." Cao Shan, lost in his own world, imitated the male protagonist in pornographic films, grabbing Cheng Min's hair and relentlessly thrusting his huge penis into her mouth. Cheng Min was churning from the impact of his massive penis; it was just too big. Cao Shan, experiencing his first time having a woman lick his penis, was incredibly aroused, but Cheng Min, experiencing such a large penis for the first time, was miserable. Cao Shan's enormous penis rammed deep into her throat with each thrust, the hot glans pressing against her throat and sticking to her tongue, making her gag every time.

"Ugh, ugh, gently, gently..." Cheng Min, her slender and tall body naked, squatted in the bathroom, her mouth filled with the man's enormous penis. She held Cao Shan's penis with a mixture of love and fear, gently begging for mercy. But the crazed Cao Shan didn't care about any of that. He held Cheng Min's head and kept thrusting into her. Cheng Min could only tilt her head back, tears welling in her eyes, and let him ravage her. Cao Shan looked down and met her gaze, his excitement growing even stronger at the sight of her beautiful face, now disheveled and pitiful from his penis. His large penis thrust in and out rapidly.

"No, no..." Cheng Min murmured, her mouth full of his penis, trying to shake him off, her long hair flying. But Cao Shan was in the heat of the moment, his penis relentlessly thrusting, several times hitting her cheek with a tearing pain. She was afraid his penis would tear her mouth open. Cheng Min was terrified; once they were in bed, this young man would fuck her to death.

In less than two minutes, Cao Shan, stimulated by the beautiful young woman beneath him, reached the peak of his excitement. He growled, his penis deep into her throat, touching her nipples, fucking Cheng Min until her juices flowed freely, his semen spraying into her mouth.

"Ah..." Cao Shan, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, couldn't help but cry out.

Cheng Min squatted down, head tilted back, looking pitifully at Cao Shan who had just ejaculated. White, sticky fluid dripped from her slightly open mouth; she caught it in her hand, spat it onto her hand, and then slumped to the ground, dazed. This was also her first time experiencing oral sex from a man. Whether it was her husband or the small business owner, their small penises couldn't satisfy her with just their mouths. They wanted to give Cheng Min oral sex, but they weren't capable. This time was different. Cheng Min tasted a man's semen for the first time; the bitter, salty taste was unforgettable.

"Why did he ejaculate so quickly? Is he still capable?" Before, she only had sex with men once a night. Cheng Min had painstakingly tricked Cao Shan into coming to Beidaihe to have sex with him, to satisfy herself, and also to get revenge on her husband. Seeing him ejaculate so quickly, she couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Huff... It's... not bad, I guess." Cao Shan panted heavily. "Sister, your mouth is so good, is it even better down there? Can I try it?" Cao Shan pulled Cheng Min up and hugged her passionately. When he touched the naked body of the mature woman who was taller than him, slender yet voluptuous, his large penis stood erect again.

Cheng Min grabbed Cao Shan's hard penis, feeling extremely happy. She longed for the satisfaction of such a huge thing filling her vagina, but she was also worried that this big thing might tear her pussy apart. "Little brother, I want you." "

If we don't go crazy now, it'll be too late." Cao Shan didn't know why he thought of this sentence, but that didn't matter. Cheng Min's body was what mattered.

The two kissed and left the bathroom. Cao Shan pushed Cheng Min down onto the bed. Cheng Min spread her long legs wide open. Cao Shan knelt between her legs, and Cheng Min reached out and grasped Cao Shan's large penis, eagerly and willingly inserting it into her vagina. Cao Shan was also extremely excited. He hadn't expected that his first time having sex with a woman would involve such a model-like figure. His hands trembled as he parted Cheng Min's snow-white, round, and slender legs, revealing a dark patch between them.

In an instant, he felt a little disappointed. Zhang Ning's vulva was so neat and pink, and in the porn he had watched, women's genitals were always beautiful. But Cheng Min's genitals were not only excessively thick with pubic hair, forming a large, dark patch, but her labia were also very sore and dark. This must be a rotten cunt that had been fucked many times, and he wondered how many men had found pleasure here. Cao Shan thought, feeling somewhat deflated.

Cheng Min's body was still very alluring; she was not only tall but also had a slender figure rarely seen in young women. However, Cao Shan didn't particularly like thin women. His ideal woman's buttocks were plump, wide, and fleshy, white, and jiggly when she walked. Secondly, she had large breasts; they had to be large so that he could feel pleasure from touching them. Cheng Min clearly didn't meet his requirements. Her breasts weren't large, and when she lay down, they were completely flat, without any curves, only two small nipples. Lying on the bed, Cheng Min appeared very thin, especially her hip bones, which jutted out from the sides. Many people might prefer thin women, considering thinness as beauty, but Cao Shan preferred plumpness; Qu Yan was perfect.

But now, this tall woman spread her legs and inserted his penis into her wet vagina. The tightness, warmth, and unique pleasure of her vaginal opening made Cao Shan dizzy with happiness. He lay on top of Cheng Min and began to work diligently.

Cheng Min's long legs were tightly wrapped around Cao Shan's waist. His huge penis was inserted so deeply that she cried out in blissful abandon, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, so big, so big, fuck me, ah, ah, ah!"

Cheng Min's unrestrained moans left Cao Shan somewhat at a loss. After all, this was having sex with someone else's wife. Although they were hundreds of kilometers away from Beijing, it was obvious that they weren't a couple when they arrived at the hotel. What would others think if they heard this? The naive Cao Shan was still very concerned about what others thought of him, so he leaned down and gently covered Cheng Min's mouth. "Sis, can you keep it down?"

Cheng Min tilted her head back, her long hair spread out on the bed, enjoying herself with her eyes closed. Hearing Cao Shan's words, she opened her eyes and saw Cao Shan's bewildered expression. She could feel the huge, hard thing inside her throbbing excitedly. The contrast between her upper and lower body made her burst out laughing. "What's wrong? You've got the desire but not the guts? Come on, no one will care."

With that, Cheng Min wrapped her arms around Cao Shan's neck, her legs around his waist, actively twisting her slender waist, causing her vulva to rub against his penis, and teasing him with her lustful eyes. Cao Shan was aroused again by her teasing and continued to thrust fiercely. Having already ejaculated, Cao Shan was still as vigorous as ever, but even more persistent and frenzied. He was naturally skilled at fucking women; he hoisted Cheng Min's long legs onto his shoulders, his large penis pounding into her.

Cheng Min was driven mad by the fucking. Her husband was all bark and no bite, and that small boss from the south was also a limp slut. In the past, when men fucked her, the area where their penises moved was only 5-10 centimeters inside the vagina. It's true that this is the most sensitive part of a woman's body, but it wasn't until Cao Shan's huge penis trampled on the virgin territory deep inside her vagina, filling her completely from the outside in, and thrusting her all the way in, that was the greatest satisfaction.

Cheng Min, oblivious to everything, clung tightly to Cao Shan, her body shaking violently, her hips thrusting wildly up and down, her mouth spewing vulgarities with excitement: "Fuck me, fuck my cunt, you son of a bitch, fuck me with your big cock, fuck your mother, make that idiot Erlong wear a green hat, big cock, big cock fuck my little cunt, I'm a cunt, unfaithful and cheating on my husband, let you fuck me with your big cock, fuck me to death. Oh my god, big cock is fucking me to death, ah..."

Cao Shan was fucking Cheng Min, but he couldn't stand her unrestrained moans. Sex, which he considered sacred and tender, seemed vulgar to him when he made love to Cheng Min. She seemed only concerned with satisfying her desires and her husband being cuckolded, and he seemed to be just a tool to satisfy her. Moreover, what he couldn't stand was her face. Cheng Min resembled a younger, more beautiful version of Mao Amin. It wasn't that Mao Amin was exceptionally beautiful, but she was definitely dignified, especially her deep, captivating eyes—a kind of alluring beauty that subtly concealed a seductive licentiousness within her dignified demeanor. Normally, Cheng Min was more dignified and beautiful than Mao Amin, but in bed, she was being fucked so excitedly that she was swearing, her face contorted, completely losing the beauty he usually saw her in. Cao Shan even secretly thought that her husband probably couldn't resist her wantonness in bed either.

"Damn it, you big-dicked little bastard, fuck my big, rotten cunt!" Cheng Min cried out loudly and unrestrainedly. Cao Shan didn't care anymore; a cunt is a woman, and regardless, Cheng Min's wet, slutty cunt still greatly satisfied his large penis. Cao Shan pressed down on Cheng Min's slender body and fucked her relentlessly.

"Oh my god, you little bastard, you've fucked me to heaven! Ah, ah, oh my god, I can't take it anymore, I'm peeing, I'm peeing, ah!!!" Cheng Min was being fucked like a madwoman, unable to control her body. Her long legs kicked against the bed, lifting her body up, her hand reaching into her thick pubic hair to skillfully and quickly rub her clitoris. With screams, her body convulsed wildly like she was having an epileptic seizure. With a loud cry, a gush of vaginal fluid spurted from her vagina—she had squirted.

Although Cheng Min was a woman who had been fucked countless times, she had never reached such a pleasurable orgasm. She screamed like a wounded female animal, unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain, but Cao Shan knew that Cheng Min's moans would definitely be heard by those outside.

After her orgasm, Cheng Min collapsed weakly, letting Cao Shan do as he pleased. Cao Shan's penis, covered in her sticky vaginal fluid, penetrated deeply and thrust rapidly with each stroke. He still showed no signs of ejaculating. Firstly, Cheng Min had already given him oral sex, so the second time would always be a little later. Secondly, her unrestrained behavior in bed was something he couldn't quite accept.

Cao Shan, in a fit of pique, thrust his penis in hard. After a long while, until Cheng Min was getting impatient, he finally felt a tingling sensation at the head of his penis. He spread Cheng Min's long legs apart, letting them dangle in the air, and shouted as he continued, "Sister, sister, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" He noticed how thin Cheng Min's legs were. These past few days, interacting with Qu Yan, he had gradually fallen in love with her, and by extension, with her thick, round legs. Without Qu Yan, Cao Shan thought Cheng Min's legs were beautiful—long, slender, and straight—but now, they didn't quite satisfy him.

Cheng Min, who was still holding him, suddenly sat up when she heard Cao Shan say he was about to ejaculate. The force was so strong that Cao Shan was knocked back onto the bed. He stared blankly at Cheng Min and said woodenly, "Sister, what's wrong?"

Cheng Min was also a little embarrassed by her overreaction and smiled apologetically, saying, "Brother, it's okay if you do it to your sister, but I was too excited just now and didn't use a condom. I was afraid you'd ejaculate inside."

Being rudely interrupted just before ejaculation made Cao Shan angry, but he had nowhere to vent his anger. This time, the lovemaking was indeed a bit frustrating. Cheng Min noticed his displeasure and quickly bent over, kneeling between Cao Shan's legs, frantically stroking his wet, large penis, and then, without caring about the dirt, taking Cao Shan's penis back into her mouth. Cao Shan focused intently on the waves of pleasure in his penis, finally regaining the feeling of ejaculation. He looked at Cheng Min's back; it was long, slender, even bony. Her buttocks were high and protruding, but not perfectly round, more like an inverted trapezoid, lacking flesh. He closed his eyes, concentrated, and with a sudden, forceful thrust, he pulled his penis out of Cheng Min's mouth, mischievously spraying his semen all over her face.

Exhausted from ejaculating, Cao Shan looked panting at the woman he had just slept with. He had ejaculated too much, covering Cheng Min's face. Cheng Min, covered in semen, ignored Cao Shan and cried out as she got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

The immense pleasure was followed by immense disappointment. Cao Shan silently took out some tissues and wiped away the semen that had smeared Cheng Min's on his penis and thighs. He suddenly felt that Cheng Min in bed was so unfamiliar—unrefined, ungentle, like a madwoman. Moreover, after intimate physical contact with her, he discovered that the Cheng Min he had seen before was different from the one he had used. Cheng Min was indeed tall, but very thin, with no breasts, a flat bottom, and thin legs. Although Cheng Min's figure was perfect, he still felt that she wasn't the kind of woman he most desired. Of course, these were secondary; the main thing was that the semen had taken away his desire. After calming down, Cao Shan fell into deep self-reproach. What was he? Where had his vows of eternal love with Zhang Ning gone? Had he done right by his girlfriend? Someone else's wife—maybe he just wanted to try something new—had allowed him to sleep with a stranger without fully understanding what he was doing. Cao Shan's views on sex and relationships were still those of a naive and pure person from his ivory tower, completely incompatible with the simple and brutal sexual relationships of reality. He could have refused, but curiosity stopped him.

Cao Shan sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and silently puffed on it. Cheng Min walked out of the bathroom naked. He looked up at her; Cheng Min was still so alluring, with an impressive 1.81 meters tall and a model-like figure, curvaceous and shapely, with long legs and a slender waist. But he suddenly realized that the woman of his dreams wasn't what most people wanted—not a standard model figure like Cheng Min, but someone like Qu Yan, with large breasts, a big butt, and thick legs, plus a height that made him look up to her. Only that kind of large woman could give him the satisfaction of conquest. Cao Shan sighed softly, then took a deep drag on his cigarette, the smoke instantly enveloping him.

"What's wrong, little brother?" Cheng Min swayed her slender waist as she sat beside him, her smooth skin against his, asking with concern.

"Nothing, just... just a little tired." Cao Shan didn't know how to describe his feelings, nor did he want to tell Cheng Min. When he decided to come to Beidaihe with Cheng Min, he anticipated having sex with this beautiful young woman. He guessed the beginning but not the end. He never expected to possess Cheng Min, the woman who had captivated him at first sight, only to be left with an empty, dejected feeling.

"It's not tiredness, it's disappointment, isn't it? Is it because I'm not as good as you imagined?" Cheng Min asked quietly, resting her face on his shoulder. Cao Shan shook his head, though he inwardly agreed.

"It's okay, this was a bit too sudden for us. Our first meeting... it's also my fault for being too hasty, making you feel overwhelmed. It's okay, you'll get used to it eventually, don't you think?" Cheng Min explained for him, confident that after this experience, Cao Shan would become addicted.

"Mmm," Cao Shan mumbled in agreement. Actually, he didn't think it was because he was too hasty. It was because after having sex with Cheng Min, he felt she was even more unfamiliar. The hazy, alluring feeling he once had for her was suddenly replaced by the raw physical contact, leaving him bewildered.

"Little brother, you're amazing, I love you to death." Cheng Min was quite satisfied with Cao Shan, nuzzling him coquettishly and saying sweetly, "If I miss you in the future, I can just come to you, okay? We don't need to come all this way, there are plenty of hotels in Beijing. I know it's tough for you out there all alone, without a girlfriend, so let me serve you, okay? I can't be open with my husband or other men, but with you I can fully immerse myself in the wonder of sex, just like just now..." As she spoke, Cheng Min blushed, and continued, "That intense orgasm was a first for me, you're the best key to my body."

Cao Shan nodded silently, but the empty sadness in his heart lingered. He had wronged Zhang Ning. He even thought that if Zhang Ning slept with another man, he would go crazy, but now he had betrayed her. Moreover, this sexual encounter with Cheng Min made him realize that Cheng Min might only see him as a tool for sexual release, or at most, a tool for revenge against her husband. Love? It was out of the question. What was he doing? "Using your body for money? You've turned your business into a gigolo? Damn it!" Cao Shan cursed inwardly.

That night, the two slept in each other's arms. Early the next morning, Cheng Min woke Cao Shan up, and they went to Laolongtou to watch the sunrise. The fiery red sun emitted a warm, non-glaring light, slowly rising from the sea, then leaping into the sky, gradually becoming dazzling. The beauty of nature improved Cao Shan's mood considerably. The two returned to the Gold Coast, had a seafood feast, and drove back to Beijing. It was already Sunday afternoon.

Cheng Min took Cao Shan to his accommodation. Cao Shan got out of the car, and Cheng Min was very satisfied with Cao Shan's service, even feeling somewhat dependent and reluctant to part. She wanted to hug him, but Cao Shan stopped her, afraid of being seen by Jianguo, Haibo, and especially Qu Yan. Cheng Min understood, but she still pouted cutely at Cao Shan and drove away.

But, they still bumped into her. Qu Yanhai and Jianguo went to the supermarket together. Cao Shan brushed past them on his way back, but preoccupied with his own thoughts, he didn't see him. Just as Cheng Min's car drove away, Cao Shan heard Jianguo call him from behind, startling him.

"Cao Shan, who was that woman? She's really tall, probably about my height! Where have you been? Wow, you're lucky! She's pretty, and she has a car, a rich woman." Jianguo, remembering what Cao Shan had mentioned before leaving, slapped his forehead, "Oh, that's her..."

"Hey, hey, come on, shut up. I brought you some seafood, come upstairs." Cao Shan was afraid Jianguo would say something like, "You listened to me and got a woman and made money," which would be troublesome. Cao Shan glanced timidly at Qu Yan, who appeared calm on the surface and said, "That's Manager Cheng, right?"

"Yes," Cao Shan admitted, bowing his head as if he had done something wrong. "He went to Beidaihe."

"Manager Cheng? Which Manager Cheng?" Hai Bo asked, confused.

"It's Manager Cheng, the one Cao Shan met with." Although Qu Yan tried to remain calm, her tone still carried a hint of displeasure. She had a good impression of Cao Shan, and she could imagine what the two of them could have done in Beidaihe. More importantly, she was very disappointed in Cao Shan. Qu Yan never imagined that Cao Shan would steal her client in this way.

Cao Shan gave them the seafood and small gifts he had brought back. He received a lukewarm response from Qu Yan, a clear rejection. Jianguo, however, was quite interested. He hadn't expected this woman to be so beautiful, with such a great figure. He envied Cao Shan's good fortune and wanted to hear more from him, but Cao Shan wasn't interested.

Cao Shan returned to his room, lay on the bed, still feeling like the past two days were a dream, so unreal. The most practical thing was still getting the contract signed smoothly. (

Chapter 10, April 13th

) Having slept with the female manager, signing the contract was naturally a given. Because they were still in their probationary period, Bob had to come along to sign the contract. The two drove his Xiali to Cheng Min's company.

Introduced by the receptionist, Cao Shan and Bob entered Cheng Min's office. Cheng Min greeted them warmly and then said to the receptionist, "Wang Na, pour tea for the two guests." The receptionist, Wang Na, agreed and left.

This girl looked to be in her early twenties, with a square face, a large mouth when she smiled, and beautiful eyes that curved like crescent moons. Her figure was about 1.62 or 1.63 meters tall, average, and somewhat stocky. Her breasts weren't large, but they were full, and her white turtleneck cashmere sweater stretched taut, revealing two fleshy mounds. Her waist wasn't particularly thin, but it wasn't thick either. Her hips were wide and large, but flat. She wore jeans that accentuated her large buttocks. Her legs were thick and strong. Cao Shan thought she must be from the countryside; her physique definitely indicated she had worked in the fields.

Cao Shan only glanced at her casually. This girl was quite different from Cheng Min. Bob, on the other hand, saw Cheng Min, who looked like a model. Although her youth had faded, she possessed the unique charm and poise of a young married woman, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. But he still politely took out the contract, smiling obsequiously, and said, "Manager Cheng, hello, I'm Cao Shan's manager, my name is Bob. This kid is still on probation, so I'm here to sign the contract with him."

Cheng Min sat opposite Cao Shan and Bob with a friendly smile. She was wearing a beige business suit, and elegantly crossed her legs while sitting in the chair. Seeing Cheng Min's long, straight, beautiful legs, Bob broke out in a cold sweat. "Oh, is that so? You don't trust your little brother? Surely not. We've decided to do a full-width banner ad; my little brother says it'll be more effective." She then gave Cao Shan a close, alluring wink. Cao Shan also thought Cheng Min looked very beautiful today, and he felt a stirring of desire within him. How could such an elegant and beautiful woman be the same as the lewd, foul-mouthed woman in bed? Moreover, in her well-fitting clothes, Cheng Min's tall figure looked mature and beautiful, unlike the stark, thin woman she was naked in bed.

"No, no, how could that be? It's just that Cao Shan's first deal wasn't easy to come by. Teaching him the signing process is also a learning experience," Bob said somewhat awkwardly. "

It's alright, I understand," Cheng Min said, bending down and holding the pen in her beautiful, fair hand to sign the contract. As she signed, Bob's gaze blatantly drifted down Cheng Min's neckline, her full, beautiful breasts peeking out, making him somewhat lost in thought. Cao Shan, however, looked on with disdain. "You're really naive. You get this excited just from looking at this woman. I've already been with her."

But remembering that absurd night, Cao Shan was filled with deep self-reproach.

After Cheng Min finished signing, Bob took the contract and was about to sign it himself when Cao Shan froze. Why was he signing it? Confused and not daring to ask, he was stopped by Cheng Min. “Young man, shouldn’t this contract be signed by my younger brother?”

Bob smiled awkwardly, his face contorted with a bitter expression, and explained, “You see, Xiao Cao hasn’t been officially hired yet. As the manager, of course I’ll sign it for him.” He was about to sign when Cheng Min snatched the contract back.

Cheng Min maintained her smile, but her tone was no longer so polite. “Young man, I also own a company. I understand the ways of a business manager. My younger brother is new to the job and doesn’t understand many things, but experienced people should help him, not take advantage of him, right? It’s true he hasn’t been officially hired yet, but if he signs this deal, he’ll be officially hired, right? If I keep making you sign, he’ll never be officially hired, won’t he? I just want to help him, let him earn a little money too. What kind of business is it for you to sign for him? If you have to sign, I won’t do this advertising.”

Bob was scolded, but he still had to force a smile. "No, sister, what are you saying? I didn't think that much about it. It's company policy. Here, he'll sign it, he'll sign it." Bob handed the pen to Cao Shan, clearly unhappy, saying, "Sign it, you sign it. Your older sister is always on your side, good grief. What did she say about me?" With

the contract signed, Cao Shan felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. He thought how lucky Cheng Min was to have reminded him, otherwise that bastard Bob would definitely have cheated him. This deal, obtained through selling himself, would instantly become his performance record, all in black and white. And since he was an experienced salesperson, he had no way to argue. He gave Cheng Min a grateful look, but at the same time, his contempt for Bob grew even stronger. Did doing business mean being ruthless, shameless, without morals, and that not taking advantage was a loss? Was he supposed to be incredibly calculating and petty? If he had to become like that, he wouldn't do it for any amount of money.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Cheng Min, Cao Shan and Bob left the company. Bob, driving by, asked him, "Was that tall woman your sister?"

Cao Shan, holding his bag, sat in the passenger seat and said, "No, she's a client. Qu Yan introduced her."

"Damn, you've got some connections. That woman is really something," Bob said, clicking his tongue.

At the beginning of the month, on payday, Shen Si, the sales supervisor, held a special meeting for all the sales staff. She had her own reasons for hiring Cao Shan. As Jeff said, Cao Shan was a lot like his ex-boyfriend—equally handsome, equally unrestrained, and equally artistic. Hiring him into the sales department was her right, but she also had concerns. A boy like Cao Shan was destined not to be salesman—full of ideas, little action, complex and sentimental, yet lacking in interpersonal skills. Shen Si was worried that Cao Shan wouldn't achieve results, but unexpectedly, he made a huge success. Although she knew this deal had little to do with Cao Shan's personal ability, she still wanted to use the meeting to publicize it, boost morale, and prove her judgment was correct.

Today, Shen Si wore a beige, loose-fitting wool sweater with a delicate belt around her waist, black skinny jeans, and high-waisted pointed heels. As always, she was tall and elegant, possessing the competence and beauty unique to urban white-collar workers. She spoke eloquently to dozens of salespeople, discussing life, ideals, company development, and the bright future of making money. Although she no longer believed some of what she said, it was a tried-and-true method for boosting morale.

"Roosevelt said, 'If you're not president, be an advertising man.' Because being president, like advertising, can fulfill one's life's ideals and ambitions. You might have friends in other advertising companies; ask around and see which company offers salespeople 30% of their advertising revenue as commission? Only us. Why? Because we own our own media and have our own voice! Those advertising agencies only get 10% or even less commission from their clients. What does that include? The company's profit, client rebates, discounts needed for the business, and then the commission. Don't be fooled by their deals worth tens of thousands; how much do they actually get? Many deals end in disputes over commissions and unclear accounting with the company. But with us, that problem doesn't exist. Even if you sign the smallest contract, you'll get 900 yuan, no problem." Shen Si said with great enthusiasm.

She knew the difficulties of Yellow Pages; advertising wasn't easy. Since addresses and phone numbers could be listed for free, how many people would need to advertise? Moreover, the recognition of Yellow Pages was far lower than other media, and with several strong competitors, it wasn't easy for them. According to reports from department managers, of the 10 salespeople recruited last time, 6 had already left, and two of them hadn't closed a deal, meaning the company was essentially wasting two people's base salaries. These words were meant for those who remained, to reassure them.

As Shen Si spoke, she glanced at her subordinates. Some were infected by her words, their faces beaming with excitement. If they were asked to make calls now, they might be able to schedule several appointments. These were newcomers with little social experience. Others were distracted, even focused on her body. These were veterans who had been in the business for a while, understood the job, and had become resigned to their fate. Shen Si disliked holding company meetings because she couldn't stand dozens of pairs of eyes, mostly male eyes, staring intently at her long legs under her desk. To be honest, many of these salesmen were unwilling to work hard, lacked education, and were just idle people who came to the city. They didn't want to be factory workers, and couldn't do anything else, so they could only do sales to make a living. Shen Si hated these kinds of men and couldn't stand their greedy gazes. Indeed, most of these men were single and had little money; their basic physiological needs were a big problem. When they encountered a female boss like Shen Si, who had both elegance and a tall figure, they naturally couldn't help but take a second look.

After saying a lot of words using both carrot and stick, Shen Si was feeling a bit tired. Finally, it was time for her to perk herself up.

Thinking of this, Shen Si's expression became bright and energetic.

"Our company's sales team is a core elite team, and everyone works hard to achieve their dreams. Today is payday, and everyone will receive the fruits of a month's hard work, perhaps even their first paycheck. This month's performance is good. Come on, let's give ourselves a round of applause!" Led by Shen Si, thunderous applause rang out in the hall.

As the applause subsided, Shen Si continued, "Today I want to especially commend a newcomer. He's only been with the company for less than a month, yet he's already closed a huge deal. I'd like to use him as an example to share with all new colleagues how much money a single advertising contract can earn at Panhai Shengshi." Shen Si stood up, elegantly crossed her arms, glanced at Cao Shan below the stage, smiled, and said, "One full-page ad earns 43,200. Subtracting 3,200 for the salesperson as a client bonus, the advertising contract amount is 40,000. According to company regulations, if the turnover reaches 40,000, the monthly base salary will increase from 800..." "Up to 2000, the commission for 40000 is..." Shen Si paused, looked around at the sales staff below, and continued, "It's 12000." The audience erupted in commotion. Shen Si continued, "Including customer gifts, this salesperson's salary

for this month is 17200 yuan. Let's give Cao Shan a warm round of applause!" Cao Shan was in a frenzy. Ever since his relationship with Cheng Min, he had been in a daze, having no real understanding of this advertising deal. But when Shen Si calculated the salary, nearly 20,000 yuan knocked him off his feet! This was his first pot of gold, and he hadn't expected it to be so easy and so absurd! Cao Shan walked blankly to Shen Si's side and took a bank card. He hadn't expected to become rich so suddenly! Sales was truly exciting and thrilling, especially when it came to making money.

He forced himself not to laugh out loud, looking around. He was familiar with the expressions on his colleagues' faces; it was the same in school—the boys were envious and jealous, and the girls, especially a few ugly village girls, had infatuated expressions.

Finally, his gaze fell on Qu Yan. Although Qu Yan smiled, a hint of loneliness could be seen. So Cao Shan said, "I really didn't expect my first month's salary to be this much. I love it here, I love this job!" A round of applause erupted from the audience. He continued, "Actually, whether I'm suited for sales or a qualified salesperson, this deal should belong to Qu Yan! She's my mentor here. It was she who introduced me to this client, taught me so many negotiation skills, and helped me a lot. This deal belongs to her!" Cao Shan was somewhat excited. He wanted to go down and hand the card to Qu Yan, because this was the client he had stolen from her. But Shen Si grabbed him from behind. Shen Si quickly chimed in, "What we need most is teamwork, mutual help among colleagues, and no barriers. The company has noticed your friendship and mutual assistance, so Qu Yan has also received a 5,000 yuan bonus, which will be deposited into your salary card this month." This unexpected surprise made Qu Yan burst into laughter, even though she knew that if she had signed this deal, it would have been just a small transaction, at most four units. But when she heard that Cao Shan had earned so much, it felt like she had won the lottery for someone else, leaving her feeling somewhat unbalanced. However, this unexpected 5,000 yuan dispelled her displeasure. Of course, Cao Shan's 10,000+ yuan reward was a huge encouragement for the other dozens of salespeople. Shen Si had cast the bait; now they were just waiting to reap the rewards next month.

After the meeting, Shen Si called Cao Shan to her office and immediately gave him a bear hug, catching him off guard. Feeling Shen Si's soft breasts through his clothes, his groin uncontrollably hardened again, and he quickly pulled away. The hug felt like encouragement from a boss to a subordinate, praise from an older sister to her younger brother, and a touch of ambiguity, making him feel warm yet at a loss. A thought flashed through his mind: what if Shen Si also...?

"Congratulations, Shine. I didn't expect you to close such a big deal. You know, you've closed the biggest deal in the entire company this month, so, I didn't mention it earlier, but this card doesn't have 17,200, it has 25,000. The rest is an extra bonus for you," Shen Si said with a smile, putting her hand on Cao Shan's shoulder.

"This, how can I accept this? I can't take it!" Cao Shan felt embarrassed upon hearing the amount in his card—several thousand yuan more for no reason, exceeding half of the amount from his previous deals—and quickly declined.

"Why shouldn't you take it? You deserve it. Shine, do you know? Jeff and I disagreed on hiring you," her gaze softened. “Because, because you look a lot like my ex-boyfriend. Jeff thinks I hired you for personal reasons, but I don’t think so. And you’ve proven yourself, so this money is your own. It’s not charity, understand?”

“But, Christie, this deal originally belonged to Qu Yan. It was me, I stole her client.” Cao Shan felt even more guilty towards Qu Yan after getting so much money.

“No, I know. If she had signed it, it wouldn’t have been such a big contract. You understand, don’t you?”

Shen Si looked into Cao Shan’s eyes, and he quickly looked away. Thinking of the absurd night with Cheng Min, he felt an indescribable unease. He felt he had traded his body for this contract. Shen

Si led him to the sofa and turned to make coffee. Cao Shan watched Shen Si’s back. Her long, beige, hip-length knit sweater draped beautifully, and the fashion belt around her waist accentuated her slender waist and curvaceous hips. Her two long, straight legs, encased in shapewear, were beautiful, slightly thick and rounded, but considered well-proportioned for Shen Si, who was 1.73 meters tall. Shen Si handed Cao Shan a cup of coffee, then sat opposite him, crossed her legs, and smiled, saying, "Cao Shan, is she pretty?"

Cao Shan hadn't expected Shen Si to ask him this and didn't react immediately, asking in return, "Who?"

"Your female client." Shen Si rested her elbow on her lap, propped her chin on her hand, and asked him with a smile.

"She's... alright, I guess. What does business have to do with that?" Cao Shan answered hastily, his eyes darting around. Shen Si got her answer.

"Shan." She didn't call him by his English name, Shine, but the pronunciation sounded like she was intimately calling him by his single name.

“I don’t care how others do business, as long as I see sales figures. But you, I really hope you’re doing well. You’ve just entered society, there are many temptations, some safe, some dangerous. I don’t think you want to become that kind of person, a man that people look down on and talk about behind your back, right? Earning money is about skill, but some skills aren’t for making money, understand?”

Hearing Shen Si’s words, Cao Shan wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground. He felt uneasy if he wasn’t upright or if his shadow was even slightly askew. He just nodded and didn’t say anything.

Shen Si smiled and said, "Alright, congratulations anyway, Shine. I recruited you, and I'll help you and take care of you. The other day when I took you home and saw you living in that kind of place, I really felt sorry for you. Use your abilities to change your life and make it better for yourself. Do you have a girlfriend?" Shen Si's tone grew softer.

"Oh, yes, we had broken up, but I made some money and I'm planning to bring her from my hometown," Cao Shan said honestly.

Hearing Cao Shan's words, Shen Si's smile froze for a moment, then immediately relaxed. "Great, that's the beginning of your success. It's almost National Day, take a good holiday. When you come back, first follow up on the client's advertising. You can choose a designer from the design department to work with you."

Cao Shan then understood that getting his commission was only the first step; the advertising still needed to be designed, confirmed, and all sorts of work had to begin. So he said, "Oh, there's someone in the design department named Tang Jing. We chatted for a bit the other day, and I think she has a lot of ideas."

"Okay, that's her. Arrange for you two to team up when you come back for National Day. Okay. That's all." Shen Si got up to see him off.

After work, Cao Shan took a taxi with Qu Yan and Hai Bo back to their residence. Although the fare from work to home was nearly 70 yuan, it was nothing to Cao Shan now. After getting out of the taxi, the three found a relatively upscale restaurant nearby—the kind where they could treat each other, not just a place to fill their stomachs. They sat down, knowing that Cao Shan would definitely treat Jianguo to this meal when he returned.

They ordered a pot of tea, and Cao Shan poured full cups for Hai Bo and Qu Yan. Then, with an apologetic tone, he said, "Qu Yan, to be honest, I'm not happy today. I owe you so much. This client was originally yours; I was just learning from you, but I somehow managed to steal your client. This deal should have been yours."

“Cao Shan, don’t say that. If I were to sign this deal, it would only be a small order from one unit. Manager Cheng was able to place such a large advertisement thanks to you.” Qu Yan finished speaking and gave Cao Shan a somewhat resentful look, a hint of reproach mixed with complex emotions. Cao Shan knew she was blaming him, especially for getting so close to Manager Cheng, going beyond the boundaries of a client-client relationship. There was even a hint of disdain. Cao Shan knew Qu Yan was a very upright girl; she didn’t like making money through improper means, and he, she suspected, had crossed the line.

“Yes, Cao Shan, signing a contract depends on fate. You signed a full-page ad; I probably wouldn’t have been able to. Besides, Qu Yan also got a 5,000 yuan bonus. According to her, if she had signed this deal, she wouldn’t have earned that much.”

Hai Bo chimed in from the side. He hadn’t had any sales this month and had initially been quite critical of Cao Shan poaching clients, but Qu Yan’s 5,000 yuan made him shut up.

“Even so, I still feel bad for you two. How about this, I'll pay your rent for the next three months as compensation,” Cao Shan said sincerely.

Qu Yan quickly declined, “No, no, Cao Shan, you've helped me a lot. Last time, last time, I still haven't paid you back for the temporary residence permit. I'll get the money and pay you back tomorrow.” Qu Yan was moved by Cao Shan's sincerity.

“Qu Yan, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's call it even. I must pay the rent. Let's do it together, please don't refuse. Otherwise, my conscience won't allow it. I really feel like I'm doing this unfairly, okay?” Cao Shan said sincerely.

Qu Yan didn't say anything more. Hai Bo took a sip of tea, sighed, and said, “Cao Shan, you're really righteous.” He patted Cao Shan on the shoulder, tacitly agreeing. But little did Hai Bo know that the righteous Cao Shan had long been lusting after his girlfriend, fantasizing about having her with her large, fat buttocks countless times. " Don't be shy, my friend's wife."

Just then, Jianguo returned, bringing with him Xiao Xu, the young woman from his company. This surprised Cao Shan.

Jianguo gave Cao Shan a bear hug and then said to Xiao Xu, "Little friend, this is my best buddy and classmate. Cao Shan, you've met them before, this is Haibo and Qu Yan."

"Hello, my name is Xiao Xu, I'm Manager Liu's colleague. Hehe, Qu Yan, you're so tall!" the chubby, baby-faced Xiao Xu said cutely. Qu Yan smiled back at him.

After a few rounds of drinks, Jianguo patted Cao Shan on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Not bad, kid, a

great start. I heard you made quite a bit." "Damn, I just got lucky. I have to thank Qu Yan, I was originally her client," Cao Shan still felt a little guilty. "

Qu Yan is so open-minded, don't dwell on it. Was it that tall woman who gave you the order the other day? I told you, you have to be tactful when dealing with clients." Jianguo picked up his glass, clinked it with Cao Shan's, and took a sip of his drink.

Cao Shan felt uneasy again when he thought of Cheng Min. He wished he had closed the deal honestly and openly, then he wouldn't feel so awkward.

Seeing Cao Shan with his head down, Jianguo laughed and said to Xiao Xu, "Little friend, do you know how much this handsome young man earns a month?"

"No," Xiao Xu said, looking at Cao Shan. She also thought Cao Shan was quite handsome, and compared to the other two boys at the table, he had more depth and a more melancholic air.

Jianguo held up two fingers. Xiao Xu asked, "Two thousand?" "Twenty thousand!" Jianguo hugged Xiao Xu tightly, laughing proudly.

"Wow, that's almost two months' salary for you!" Xiao Xu exclaimed. Cao Shan, Qu Yan, and Hai Bo were all secretly shocked. Jianguo quietly earned nearly ten thousand a month—my goodness, that was an astronomical figure! Cao Shan had basically won the lottery this month, but Jianguo earned so much every month. Cao Shan felt Jianguo was extraordinary, while Hai Bo was a little dejected.

“No way, you’re talking nonsense. I only make about eight thousand a month,” Jianguo said with a smile, barely suppressing his pride.

“Holy crap! You make eight thousand a month?!” Cao Shan was astonished. Even high-level white-collar workers don’t earn that much!

The news on TV reported: Yesterday, the UN Security Council passed a resolution to lift sanctions against Sudan.

“There’s commission for salespeople, commission for salespeople…” Jianguo stretched and said, “Actually, being a manager is tiring too. It’s all hard-earned money. By the way, Cao Shan, what are your plans for the National Day holiday?”

“I want to go see Zhang Ning,” Cao Shan said seriously.

“Yeah, try to bring her over, then you two will be reunited,” Jianguo said, patting Cao Shan on the shoulder. Qu Yan, standing beside him, looked a little disappointed. Although she couldn’t say she was in love with Cao Shan, just had the natural attraction to a handsome man, she enjoyed his attentiveness and desire—the vanity of being liked. But if Zhang Ning came, all of that would be over.

Haibo drank quite a bit, drowning his sorrows. Of the three, he was the worst off, and the only one with a girlfriend, which made him lose face. Cao Shan and Qu Yan helped him back, and the night passed quietly.

After a satisfying meal, Jianguo led Xiao Xu away.

But Xiao Xu, a Beijing girl, had never been to such a run-down place before and absolutely refused to go. Unable to find a place, they found a budget hotel. Jianguo had originally intended to take her back to his place.

Once in the room, they couldn't wait to start making out.

Xiao Xu grew up in Beijing, surrounded by other Beijing kids, so she inevitably developed some stereotypes—either a southern rascal or a northerner, or simply quiet and reserved. Jianguo was so different from her—living in the south, he not only spoke differently, but also had a delicate yet shrewd personality, sensitive to those he liked and shrewd to outsiders. Tall, with glasses, he had a refined air, but also the adventurous spirit typical of people from other places. He had become the youngest manager in the company in just over a year; according to Da Tou, Jianguo was a rising star, which made Xiao Xu admire him even more. Jianguo earned a lot and was willing to spend money on her, which Xiao Xu liked very much. Jianguo was smart, had a good sense of humor, and knew how to care for people. Compared to those similar and arrogant Beijing boys, Jianguo was like a treasure trove, always full of secrets to uncover. Especially when it came to making money and negotiating business, he was shrewd and calculating, even ruthless, but he was incredibly protective of her. Xiao Xu loved this feeling. More importantly, Jianguo was tall and thin, but very strong, and he was also skilled in bed, with a touch of violence, which always left Xiao Xu wanting more.

What about Xiao Xu in Jian Guo's heart? She was a nice Beijing girl. Looking at the bigger picture, if he could marry her, he could finally settle down in Beijing. More recently, although she was a little short, a little plump, had a big bottom, and her legs were quite thick, she was very pretty, with fair skin, and possessed that unique spirit of Beijing girls, which Jian Guo liked very much. Besides, even if he was bored anyway, having a girl to date was better than nothing.

After several encounters, Xiao Xu became increasingly attached to Jian Guo, losing her initial shyness. She enjoyed Jian Guo's passionate kisses; his breath, tinged with the smell of alcohol, was so hot on her face. Jian Guo's large hands reached inside Xiao Xu's clothes, tightly grasping her full breasts, caressing them freely, squeezing them until they hurt a little, but it felt tingly, itchy, and very comfortable.

"Jianguo, darling, give it to me, give it to me, ah..." Xiao Xu couldn't wait to reach out and unzip Jianguo's pants, pulling out his 17 or 18-centimeter-long member. The first time she made love with Jianguo, this big thing terrified her, and she suffered a lot. But the second time, she fell in love with this big cock. Xiao Xu was just over 1.6 meters tall, petite compared to Jianguo. Every time Jianguo inserted it, there was still a bit left outside after he went all the way in. That feeling of being filled completely, with no gaps at all, was incredibly comfortable.

"Call me manager! If you want it, hurry up and give me a blowjob." Jianguo was very rough with girls, but he found that Xiao Xu also liked it, so he became even more aggressive.

Jianguo forced Xiao Xu to squat down, her head pressed down. She looked up at Jianguo pitifully, pouting her little mouth as if unwilling, but in her heart, she felt a kind of conquering pleasure. She pulled down Jian Guo's pants and underwear, grasped his hard, dark penis, and gently stroked it. Jian Guo hadn't showered, and his penis had a faint, fishy smell. Xiao Xu frowned slightly, and just as she hesitated, Jian Guo grabbed her chin, forcing her mouth open, and then shoved his large penis into her mouth like a dragon plunging into the sea.

"Ugh..." Xiao Xu's head was held down by Jian Guo, her mouth wide open to accommodate his enormous member. She clung to Jian Guo's hips, letting him move back and forth, thrusting his large penis deep into her mouth with each stroke.

Before Jian Guo, Xiao Xu had limited sexual experience. Full-figured, pretty girls tend to experience this kind of thing earlier; before, it was always done secretly with boys. She didn't understand, and the boys were equally clueless.

But Jian Guo was different. Jian Guo's sexual prowess was top-notch, not only incredibly intense but also incredibly varied. Making love with him was like being in an adult film. Although Xiao Xu couldn't quite accept such open and playful sex, she found it novel and exciting.

Jian Guo loved having Xiao Xu give him oral sex because she was beautiful. A sweet smile, crescent-shaped eyes, long eyelashes, a delicate nose, and pouty lips—having such a beautiful girl suck his penis was bound to be a pleasurable experience.

Jian Guo let Xiao Xu perform oral sex for over ten minutes, leaving her breathless and weak, before finally stripping her clothes off and throwing her onto the bed. Xiao Xu's smooth, voluptuous, petite body lay limply on the bed, like a lamb to the slaughter. Her face was flushed, her breasts were high and firm, and her two thick, round legs were spread apart, revealing her pink, smooth vulva—she was a bald woman. Between her plump legs was only a narrow slit; parting the flesh revealed tiny, shyly budding labia in the moist, pinkish vagina.

Jianguo climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Xiao Xu's legs. Xiao Xu quickly wrapped her arms around her spread thighs, opening her vulva wide to offer it to the man beneath her. Jianguo didn't hesitate; his large, erect penis, the purplish-red glans pressing against the center of Xiao Xu's vulva, gently pushed in.

"Ah..." Xiao Xu let out a ecstatic moan, her tender hands gripping Jianguo's arm tightly. The feeling of being penetrated, the fullness, made her dizzy and slightly painful.

"Ah... be gentle..." Xiao Xu groaned softly, her mind hazy.

Jian Guo was already on top of her fair and plump body. Xiao Xu took the opportunity to clamp her two white, thick legs around him, tightly hugging his neck, enjoying the immense impact the man was giving her. Jian Guo continued thrusting without stopping, while his hands busily caressed her cheeks, gently shaking her earlobes, and he was even more enamored with Xiao Xu's firm and full breasts—the biggest asset of a chubby girl.

"Mmm, okay... ah, faster, faster... faster." Xiao Xu was getting into the swing of things, holding Jian Guo tightly, in a half-dreaming, half-awake state, her mouth filled with his large penis, her upper mouth stuffed with his tongue.

Jian Guo's technique was excellent; his hard penis moved nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, making her fly even higher. Jian Guo would occasionally nibble on her earlobes, lick her pink neck, and his large hands would knead her breasts like dough, his fingers skillfully sweeping across her pink nipples, making her whole body sink into a state of extreme pleasure and arousal, her sexual desire rising like a blooming life.

Half an hour passed, and the two rolled around on the bed. Jianguo's penis hadn't slipped out of Xiao Xu's body, but they had already changed positions several times, making her flushed all over, with wave after wave of pleasure. At this moment, Jianguo lay on the bed, and Xiao Xu sat on him, her two thick legs spread wide, completely exposing her smooth and pink vulva to him, with a stiff, large penis deeply inserted into her shy, fleshy slit. Xiao Xu sat on Jianguo, her plump buttocks twisting back and forth, the penis deeply inserted into her body rubbing rapidly against the walls of her vagina.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Xiao Xu's cries grew louder and louder, gradually reaching a climax. She leaned forward slightly, holding onto Jianguo's broad and firm chest muscles, her slender waist twisting back and forth, her plump buttocks bobbing up and down, her little pussy enveloping the large penis, lubricated by her vaginal fluids, thrusting in and out with great force. And Xiao Xu's large breasts also swayed freely with it. Watching Xiao Xu's wanton behavior on the bed, her large, white breasts swaying in front of him, and feeling the intense pleasure of her tight, wet vagina enveloping his penis, Jianguo was also reaching his peak.

"Ah..." Xiao Xu cried out, wildly twisting her plump buttocks, then suddenly sitting down, taking Jianguo's long penis all the way in. The hot glans pressed against the softest pad of her vagina, igniting a tremendous pleasure within her. Xiao Xu couldn't help but straighten her body, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide, as if his large penis was about to burst out of her mouth. Xiao Xu

trembled as she reached her climax, and Jianguo excitedly grabbed Xiao Xu's round, thick calves and thrust hard, almost simultaneously reaching his own climax, a thick stream of semen spraying into Xiao Xu's body.

On the night before the National Day holiday, the couple satisfied themselves and each other in the most primal way. Jianguo promised her that they would go out together during the National Day holiday. This night was a gift from Xiao Xu, and Jianguo wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.

Meanwhile, Cao Shan was already asleep in his dilapidated suburban dwelling. Tomorrow he would return to his hometown, to the family who doted on him, and he also planned to go find Zhang Ning.

Chapter 11

The next day, Cao Shan took leave and went home, buying many things for his parents. This was his second time home, and compared to the last time he went to ask for money, this time it felt like a triumphant return. He didn't tell his parents he had earned so much money, afraid they would worry.

After the National Day holiday, Cao Shan took the train to Dalian—Zhang Ning's hometown.

At the seaside park, when Cao Shan saw Zhang Ning again, it was as if he had fallen into a dream. Blue skies, white clouds, sunny beaches, azure waters, fresh sea breezes, clean air—this beautiful city became even more enchanting because of the beautiful girl who came into his view.

Zhang Ning still had her captivatingly long, flowing hair, which was blown by the sea breeze, partially obscuring her face like swaying willow branches, exuding charm. She wore a floral print long dress with a hem, thick cashmere stockings over her long, slender legs, and flat boat shoes. Her beautiful face, reminiscent of Gaile Lok, radiated a happy smile, her mesmerizing eyes curving into crescents, and her sensual lips curving upwards to reveal her pearly white teeth. Tall and possessing an extraordinary aura, she frequently attracted admiring glances from men, and Cao Shan spotted her from afar.

"Cao Shan!"

"Zhang Ning!"

The two called out each other's names, embracing happily.

Zhang Ning was an independent girl, usually reserved and not one to easily show her emotions. But as the train slowly pulled away from Beijing, she couldn't help but burst into tears. Four years of university life had come to an end. She had arrived in Beijing somewhat bewildered, and was leaving the city with unforgettable memories. She deeply loved Cao Shan because he was the most outstanding boy in school, and being his girlfriend brought her great satisfaction and happiness. But she also knew that Cao Shan, with his artistic temperament but childlike emotional intelligence, wasn't suited to making it in Beijing. He lacked cunning and perseverance; he was stuck in a rut, possessing unrealistic ideals but not knowing how to achieve them. This was the biggest reason Zhang Ning didn't stay in Beijing with Cao Shan. The train pulled away from the station, taking her out of Beijing. At that moment, Zhang Ning felt that her separation from Cao Shan would be final. Sitting on the train, Zhang Ning pessimistically imagined the future. Perhaps Cao Shan would have his rough edges smoothed out in Beijing, or perhaps he would return home and find a decent job. She, too, would return to Dalian, work a quiet life, and like everyone else, meet a decent guy at work, start a new relationship, get married, have children, and live a peaceful, tranquil life. They would live far apart, with no contact whatsoever. Perhaps years later, both with families, they might meet again, maybe even rekindle their romance and have an affair—but that was a long time from now.

But to her utter surprise, Cao Shan appeared before her just a month later. When Cao Shan called her, Zhang Ning was so excited she couldn't sleep all night; the flame of love that had been dying within her was rekindled.

They embraced deeply. Although Zhang Ning was taller than him and didn't look petite, Cao Shan was content with this familiar and long-lost sweetness. After a tender moment, Cao Shan took a taxi to a famous seafood restaurant in Dalian, not far from his hotel.

At the restaurant's couples' table, the two sat facing each other, hands clasped tightly, smiling at each other. This past month felt like an eternity to them.

"Zhang Ning, this is for you!"

Cao Shan took out a delicate little paper bag containing two boxes: a newly released Nokia 8310 mobile phone and a beautiful platinum necklace. These two items cost him over 5,000 yuan.

"Wow, the necklace is so pretty! This phone is so small, it's the latest model!" Zhang Ning exclaimed with a beaming smile upon seeing the gifts, but immediately pouted, saying, "This is so expensive! Why did you spend so much money?"

Zhang Ning complained to Cao Shan with a pained expression.

"It's okay, spending any amount of money on you is worth it. By the way, after you went home, you contacted me at first, but then less and less. Why is that?"

Cao Shan asked, holding Zhang Ning's hand.

“Cao Shan, actually… actually…” Zhang Ning lowered her head shyly and said, “Actually, after I went home, I returned to the place I knew four years ago, and suddenly it felt like my four years of university life and you were all a dream. I… I actually wanted to give our relationship the cold shoulder and gradually forget about it, because I was afraid I could never be with you again, and the longing was too painful.”

Cao Shan reached out and stroked Zhang Ning’s long hair with affection, and said softly, “How could that be? I’m here now, aren’t I? Guess how much I earned in my first month?”

Seeing Cao Shan’s excited look, Zhang Ning played with the phone she had just given him and said, “It must have been 5,000 or 6,000, right? Did you achieve your goal?”

Her big eyes sparkled.

“Twenty-five thousand!”

Cao Shan had wanted to keep it a secret, but he couldn’t help but say it.

“How did you earn so much money?”

Zhang Ning couldn’t help but worry when she heard Cao Shan say that he earned twenty-five thousand in a month, which far exceeded her expectations.

"Just one advertising order, not huge, but not small either. It's our company's biggest order this month, and with bonuses, commissions, base salary, and all that, it's 25,000. By the way, how are you doing?"

Cao Shan was most concerned about Zhang Ning's job. He hoped she was doing well, but he hoped even more that she wasn't doing well now, because the worse she was doing, the more likely he was to take her away.

"Oh, it's alright."

Zhang Ning's eyes dimmed when she talked about her job. "My dad found me a company, it's run by a friend of his, I work there as a clerk, 800 yuan a month, it's not bad. They're only doing it because of my dad, actually my position is dispensable."

Cao Shan feigned regret, but inside he was overjoyed, saying, "Well, you're not very satisfied with your job right now, are you? Why don't you come back to Beijing with me?"

Zhang Ning had suspected Cao Shan had this plan when she learned he came to Dalian to see her, but when he actually brought it up, she hesitated. Although her job wasn't going well now, it was only the beginning, and she was at home with her parents and classmates; things would get better in the future. She also planned to stay with her parents. As a girl, she didn't need to struggle outside; she could just work and live a good life, letting things take their course. Besides, regarding Cao Shan earning so much money this time, she didn't believe it was due to his ability; perhaps it was luck, or something else. Going to Beijing was a crucial choice for her to change her future, and she didn't want to be so rash. Ultimately, Zhang Ning still didn't believe Cao Shan could give her a good future unless he could earn the 6,000 yuan or more he envisioned each month.

"I, I, I..." Zhang Ning hesitated, unsure what to say. "Although I'm not very happy right now, this job was found for me by my father through a friend, so it's not easy for me to quit."

This was essentially her answer.

"What? Zhang Ning, don't you love me anymore? Don't you want to be with me anymore? Now I can really earn money to support you, and there are so many opportunities in Beijing. Are you going to rely on your dad all the time?"

Cao Shan was getting anxious. He thought that now that he had earned so much money, Zhang Ning would quit her job without hesitation and come back to Beijing with him after the National Day holiday. But Zhang Ning's calmness was a blow to him.

"Cao Shan, I don't want to rely on my dad. I just feel more secure at home than in Beijing. This is where I've lived since I was a child, and Beijing is too unfamiliar to me. I don't want to go there. I don't have any grand goals, and I don't have any Beijing dream. I just want to live a good life,"

Zhang Ning explained.

But Cao Shan didn't agree. "Zhang Ning, I won't let you suffer when we go back to Beijing. I've earned money, and it's easy for me. I'll earn even more money in the future, and we'll have a better life,"

Cao Shan declared sincerely.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ning smiled faintly, then asked, "Cao Shan, I'm really happy that you've earned so much money in such a short time. I'm genuinely happy for you. But that's not all. Have you thought about what will happen if we live together in Beijing and get married? An apartment in Beijing costs hundreds of thousands of yuan. How many years will it take us to earn that much? Besides, neither of us are from Beijing; we're just temporary residents. We can stay temporarily, but if we settle down in Beijing, what about our child? Will he also have to live with us temporarily?"

Zhang Ning's words left Cao Shan speechless. He admitted that he lacked foresight, and Zhang Ning was far more capable in this regard. Yes, his one-off deal, earning over 20,000 yuan, was nothing compared to the mountain of housing costs. Apartments in the Third Ring Road were already 7,000 yuan per square meter, some even exceeding 10,000 yuan; those in the Fourth Ring Road were 4,000 or 5,000 yuan per square meter; even in their neighborhood near Changping, prices were over 2,000 yuan per square meter. A few hundred thousand yuan for an apartment wasn't the issue; the important thing was when he would earn another 20,000 yuan. Without this deal, Cao Shan would only be able to receive a meager base salary of 800 yuan from the company, like a beggar. One month, two months, three months at most, without any sales, he would be ruthlessly fired, becoming a useless, idle person again, an unemployed young man from out of town living in cramped quarters in Beijing. He was surprised that Zhang Ning had even thought about their child. Yes, where was the child?

Was he destined to live temporarily in Beijing from birth? Cao Shan's thinking was simple: fresh out of college, he'd earn money to play around with, working during the week and going out to eat, watch movies, and shop on weekends with Zhang Ning—happy and carefree. They earned a few thousand yuan a month, enough to live comfortably. But with the added costs of housing and a child, his optimism seemed laughable, even though the future seemed so distant.

Cao Shan tried to find a reason to defend himself, but couldn't, so he said, "Zhang Ning, my thinking is actually very simple. I just want you by my side, to make your life better."

"I understand,"

Zhang Ning said gently, knowing her words had stung him. They should both think about it carefully.

Life isn't child's play; it's not that simple.

Since they were reunited, neither wanted this heavy topic to affect their mood, so they changed the subject. Zhang Ning talked about fun places in Dalian, while Cao Shan said he was now renting with Jianguo near the school, where they could play basketball, read, and eat at the cafeteria on weekends. There were also Qu Yan and Hai Bo from their class. Qu Yan and Hai Bo were together, working at the same company, and they looked after each other. In short, Cao Shan tried to portray life in Beijing in a more positive light, omitting the fact that he was treated like a nobody when meeting clients, bullied by his boss at work and forced to do door-to-door canvassing, and even arrested by the police station for not having a temporary residence permit.

After dinner, following Zhang Ning's planned itinerary, the two had a great time in Dalian. Cao Shan bought her nice clothes, and they watched a movie together—the newly released *The Lord of the Rings: The First Fellowship of the Ring*. It was quite late when they left the theater. Cao Shan took Zhang Ning's hand and gently said, "Ning, shall I take you home, or... stay at the hotel with me?"

Zhang Ning knew this was one of Cao Shan's reasons for coming to Dalian to see her, but her heart was in turmoil. She didn't know whether she should continue, as everything had come so suddenly. She thought for a moment, blinked her beautiful eyes, and softly said, "Shan, I'll come see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, I'll take you home,"

Cao Shan said, somewhat disappointed.

That night, Zhang Ning couldn't sleep. She thought of the night before they parted, in the woods at school, the unparalleled excitement of Cao Shan's fingers touching her private parts, the first taste of forbidden fruit. She loved Cao Shan and longed to experience humanity's most ancient pleasure. But could she really give her body to him? She dared not think about what it would feel like to make love with a man; it was too absurd, yet too tempting. She thought of Cao Shan—he had earned money, bought her expensive gifts, wanted to take her to Beijing; he was sincere towards her. Cao Shan's love for her was so pure and intense. She thought that if she met another man, she might not love him the way she loved Cao Shan. Zhang Ning thought that perhaps Cao Shan wanted more affirmation, hope, and the best hope she could give him was to give him her body.

The next day, when Cao Shan received a text message from Zhang Ning asking where he was staying, his hands trembled as he sent the address. He was about to have Zhang Ning's body, to make up for his biggest regret after graduation.

Zhang Ning was still wearing yesterday's clothes, but the moment Cao Shan opened the door and saw her blushing face hidden by her long hair, he felt she was the most beautiful he had ever seen her.

"Cao Shan, I...I'm here,"

Zhang Ning said nervously as she closed the door.

Cao Shan was also at a loss; this was their first time.

He took the initiative, gently embracing Zhang Ning's tall figure, then slightly rising on his tiptoes to kiss her sensual lips. Zhang Ning slowly closed her eyes, and when Cao Shan's tongue gently slid into her mouth, she felt as if she had been electrocuted. Cao Shan's passionate kiss and strong embrace made her breathless, requiring her to gasp for air.

Cao Shan felt Zhang Ning's heavy breathing; she was like a pure goddess, completely at ease with sex. That pure feeling excited him and moved him deeply. Cao Shan went a step further, lifting the hem of her shirt and reaching behind Zhang Ning to gently unhook her bra. His hand reached forward and grasped her firm, large breasts. They were so full, so big!

Zhang Ning felt Cao Shan's hand tightly gripping her breasts. The moment his palm touched her erect nipples, a tingling sensation spread through her body, and she couldn't help but moan softly.

"Ah..."

Her breasts felt so itchy from Cao Shan's grasp. He playfully pinched and gently tugged at her nipples, making her feel even itchier and more numb. The intense pleasure in her breasts shifted to her groin, and Zhang Ning felt a surge of heat in her lower abdomen, causing her to involuntarily close her legs tightly.

Cao Shan frantically tore off Zhang Ning's clothes, revealing two snow-white, firm, and full breasts that sprang out like freshly steamed buns. So beautiful, so pure, like snow lotuses on an iceberg, pristine and immaculate. Unlike Qu Yan's vulgar, large breasts, and unlike Cheng Min's overly mature small breasts, Zhang Ning's breasts were so alluring. Cao Shan recklessly buried his head between her breasts, kissing them passionately.

"Ah..."

A tremendous pleasure surged from Zhang Ning's chest under Cao Shan's licking, making her lose herself in excitement. She tilted her head back, opening her mouth, as if only in this way could she resist the suffocating feeling of pleasure and breathe freely. She craved Cao Shan's body even more from his kisses, even though he was thin and small. Zhang Ning preferred taller men, at least taller than herself, so she would feel a sense of security. But Cao Shan didn't meet her requirements. But at this moment, she couldn't care less. She desperately stripped off Cao Shan's clothes, then removed the last shred of clothing covering her body. Tall, alluring, and slightly voluptuous, Zhang Ning tightly embraced Cao Shan, who was shorter and thinner than her, and lay naked on the bed.

Cao Shan pressed down on Zhang Ning's naked body, and Zhang Ning wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. This was the first time Zhang Ning had undressed in front of a boy, and been possessed by one. She was shy, but still opened her legs.

Cao Shan stroked her face with one hand, comforting her with the most intimate gestures, while his other hand reached down to his crotch, grasping his throbbing, aching penis, and pressing it against the entrance of Zhang Ning's peach blossom cave. With a gentle push, he felt the wet opening being stretched open, but it still wasn't enough to accommodate his large member.

"Ah...it hurts..."

Zhang Ning grabbed Cao Shan's hair, buried her face in his cheek, and groaned softly. She knew that a girl's first time would hurt, but she hadn't expected it to hurt this much. Cao Shan's enormous member seemed to be about to burst her vagina.

Seeing Zhang Ning's pained expression, he had no choice but to temporarily abandon the idea of penetration. He pressed his large penis against Zhang Ning's mons pubis, where the sparse pubic hair was soft. Then Cao Shan began to kiss her body. He ran his hands through Zhang Ning's hair, inhaling the fragrance of the shampoo, his tongue teasing her earlobe. As his tongue swept across it, she couldn't help but arch her back a few times in excitement.

Cao Shan leaned forward, looking at Zhang Ning's fair face, flushed with shyness, her large, watery eyes half-open and half-closed, utterly captivating. Especially her sexy lips, slightly parted, exuding an irresistible, reserved, and shy desire. Under Zhang Ning's caresses, Cao Shan's tongue swept across her slender neck, her beautiful collarbone, and finally reached her proud breasts. Zhang Ning's breasts were exquisite. Full, firm, fair, and rounded—full and firm breasts are typically associated with mature women who have been sexually stimulated, while firm and fair breasts are more typical of young girls in their budding stage. Zhang Ning's breasts combined both qualities, making her both beautiful and striking.

Her cleavage flushed with excitement, and the nipples on her firm breasts were still pink. Cao Shan opened his mouth and took one of her nipples into his mouth, gently biting it with his teeth and touching it with his tongue. Zhang Ning, aroused, writhed her tall body on the bed like a snake. Her fair and slender naked body was so alluring, so full of youthful vitality.

Amidst Zhang Ning's increasingly loud moans, Cao Shan moved towards her most important area, passing through her smooth, flat abdomen, through her delicate, silky skin—the kind of delicate, fair skin only a young girl possessed. He opened his mouth and took in the sparse pubic hair on her plump, fleshy mons pubis, then spat it out. Then he stuck out his tongue and followed the faintly visible crevice of flesh below the mons pubis toward Zhang Ning's crotch.

Zhang Ning felt Cao Shan kissing her from head to toe, a tingling, blissful sensation spreading through her. But when he buried his head between her legs, she still felt embarrassed and kept her legs tightly closed. How could she willingly let a boy see her private parts?

"Ah, Cao Shan, no, no, it's not pretty there, no..."

Zhang Ning softly protested, but how could she stop him?

Hearing Zhang Ning's shy moans, Cao Shan became even more excited, grabbing her long, slender, white legs and spreading them wide.

"Ah...no!" Zhang Ning almost instinctively covered her private parts with her hands. Cao Shan almost roughly pulled Zhang Ning's hands away. Wow, he finally saw his girlfriend's most private parts.

Between her snow-white legs, a small mound rose slightly, the cleft between her thighs tight, revealing two small, pink, moist labia. As her thighs parted, the shy little cleft opened slightly, still glistening with strands of vaginal fluid. The depths of her vagina were flushed red, opening and closing with Zhang Ning's heavy breathing—it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Cao Shan stared wide-eyed, as if he had discovered a treasure. This was pure, untouched virgin territory; only the purest girl could possess such exquisite and delicate flesh. In that instant, he suddenly found Cheng Min's mature, slutty vulva utterly repulsive, its interior ravaged by countless men's filth. Zhang Ning's beautiful vulva, however, was as pure as lustrous jade, warm and beautiful.

"Cao Shan, no, please don't look..."

Zhang Ning was mortified to see Cao Shan staring at her genitals like a scientist between her legs.

Seeing this, Cao Shan quickly cupped Zhang Ning's small, round buttocks and pressed his face against her vulva.

"Ah...no..."

Zhang Ning cried out excitedly, feeling Cao Shan's tongue licking her tight flesh like a dragon. He was so excited, even clumsy; his nose repeatedly pressed against her most sensitive clitoris, hurting but stimulating.

Zhang Ning grabbed Cao Shan's hair haphazardly, letting her boyfriend kiss her private parts between her legs. She was both shy and excited, feeling waves of heat in her lower abdomen and warm currents flowing from her vagina. At first, she thought it was her imagination, but when she saw Cao Shan tilt his head back, his face covered in wetness, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You're so annoying, your face is all wet, aren't you ashamed?"

Zhang Ning laughed shyly at Cao Shan.

"Baby, look how wet you are down there, let's try again," Cao Shan climbed back onto Zhang Ning and said softly.

"Hmm."

Zhang Ning didn't answer, only giving a vague reply before closing her eyes again.

Cao Shan thrust in a second time, and with the copious amount of vaginal fluid, and amidst Zhang Ning's moans—whether from pain or excitement—his penis finally squeezed in. Zhang Ning's tight, clam-like vagina gripped Cao Shan's penis tightly. In an instant, Zhang Ning's vagina flipped open Cao Shan's foreskin, and the most sensitive, purplish-red head of his penis pressed completely against Zhang Ning's pink, sticky vaginal walls. His penis slowly slid in, the folds of the vaginal walls touching his glans. For a moment, Cao Shan almost ejaculated. It was so damn tight, so damn tender.

But the test was yet to come. Just as Cao Shan managed to push his glans in, it was blocked. He applied a little force, and Zhang Ning cried out in pain, making him sweat profusely. The intense desire drove him almost mad. His girlfriend was already naked, legs spread wide, his penis was already inside, but why couldn't he get it in now? He had no choice but to twist his hips and probe the tender opening. Seeing that Zhang Ning no longer cried out in pain, he thrust in a little harder, but Zhang Ning immediately screamed in pain. After several attempts, Cao Shan was on the verge of collapse.

He dejectedly withdrew his penis, sat under Zhang Ning, and said blankly, "Ning, maybe we shouldn't do it anymore."

"Shan, I, I didn't mean to,"

Zhang Ning habitually closed her long legs, covered her mons pubis with her hand, and said apologetically.

"I, I don't blame you, but, but why is it so difficult?"

Cao Shan was unwilling to give up.

"Why don't we try again?" Seeing Cao Shan's anxious appearance, Zhang Ning said with heartache. "Why don't you use more force, I can bear it."

Zhang Ning thought that since she had chosen to give herself to him, she would endure it a little longer.

Cao Shan thrust again. As his penis entered, it was blocked again. Cao Shan lay on top of Zhang Ning, kneading her large breasts, his penis rubbing rapidly against her entrance. Zhang Ning couldn't withstand such teasing, and gradually, her moans grew louder and louder, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," wave after wave. She was also driven to the brink of ecstasy by Cao Shan, her vagina incredibly itchy. She clung tightly to Cao Shan, her buttocks involuntarily pushing upwards slightly.

Cao Shan seized the opportunity, pulling his penis out and then thrusting it in violently. "Ah..."

Zhang Ning was almost fainting from the intense impact, her lower body feeling as if it were being torn apart. She even bit down on Cao Shan's shoulder, her long legs kicking wildly in the air, in excruciating pain.

Cao Shan was also terrified. His penis was deeply inserted inside, throbbing incessantly, but he dared not move. He remained motionless in that prone position. After a long while, Zhang Ning finally collapsed onto the pillow with a sigh of relief. Tears streamed down her face, yet she wore a smile. Her eyes red from crying, Zhang Ning kissed Cao Shan passionately, then cupped his face and said with deep affection, "It's alright, I really belong to you now, husband..."

Zhang Ning didn't even know how she could so easily utter the word "husband," a term only used by someone completely entrusted with one's life.

Zhang Ning spread her legs again, and Cao Shan embraced her, his lower body beginning to thrust. Zhang Ning also actively pushed her hips upwards, penetrating deeper and faster.

"Ah, ah, ah...so good, husband, ah, ah, ah..."

Zhang Ning enjoyed the immense satisfaction brought by Cao Shan's massive member; the feeling of being filled was so fulfilling and blissful. Streams of heat gushed from deep within her vagina, and with his frenzied thrusting, a huge desire rose within her, only to be ignited and released by the intense heat of their genital friction.

The slender Cao Shan, his large penis erect, pressed down on Zhang Ning's tall, snow-white body. The two reveled in the immense pleasure of lovemaking. Neither of them realized that this would be the happiest, purest, and most complete sexual experience of their lives, one they would never have again.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

Zhang Ning completely let go, spreading her long legs wide, moaning wildly. Zhang Ning's calves were slightly thick, muscular from swimming, but during lovemaking, her round calf muscles completely relaxed, swaying softly.

Cao Shan's large penis could bring any woman the most intense pleasure. Enveloped by Zhang Ning's tight vagina, it thrust deep inside her, slamming against the deepest part of her vaginal walls, then forcefully withdrawing. Cao Shan was shorter than Zhang Ning, and in this position, he couldn't quite reach her to kiss her while penetrating, so he simply buried his face in her full, snow-white breasts, savoring their delicate, soft texture.

The two reached their climax almost simultaneously. Zhang Ning gripped Cao Shan's thin back tightly, her buttocks raised high, allowing Cao Shan's penis to thrust deep into her vagina, completely filling it. Intense pleasure erupted within her; she screamed, then let out a long sigh, convulsing and collapsing onto the bed. Cao Shan was also extremely excited. When Zhang Ning reached her climax, her tender vagina had contracted repeatedly, almost causing him to ejaculate. He quickly pulled out his penis, and as soon as he did, it gushed out in a torrent of thick, copious semen, covering Zhang Ning's lower abdomen, breasts, even her face and hair. When he opened his hand that was holding his penis, he noticed red bloodstains on it.

He suddenly understood! Overjoyed, Cao Shan picked Zhang Ning up, excitedly shouting, "Zhang Ning, is this your first time?"

Zhang Ning was incredibly shy and quickly pushed him away. "Ugh, why did you get so much dirt on me? It's sticky! Let go of me, let's go take a shower."

Zhang Ning pushed Cao Shan away, striding with her long, straight, and slightly muscular legs, swaying her firm little bottom as she went to the bathroom. Zhang Ning was a swimmer, so her skin was undoubtedly delicate, but her figure, while slender and beautiful, had broad shoulders and narrow hips, especially from behind, making her look slightly masculine. But what did it matter? Zhang Ning had given her first time to Cao Shan, and Cao Shan had accepted it without even realizing it. Looking at Zhang Ning's slender yet shapely, tall and alluring white naked body, he felt incredibly satisfied. But in an instant, he remembered that he had given his first time to Cheng Min, and his heart filled with regret.

He shouldn't have been so weak-willed as to give in to Cheng Min. Cheng Min's body had been played with countless times, yet he hadn't given his virginity to Zhang Ning, but to that married woman. But if he didn't do that, how would he earn money, how would he have the means to find Zhang Ning, and how would he obtain her virginity? Cao Shan was immersed in deep self-reproach and a tangled web of male-female logic; he could no longer distinguish what he should and shouldn't do.

While Zhang Ning was showering, Cao Shan went downstairs to buy birth control pills and condoms. The two, having tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, made love again and again in the hotel, unleashing their pent-up youthful energy. Cao Shan ejaculated repeatedly, while Zhang Ning reached orgasm time and again, even climaxing several times. Until Cao Shan couldn't ejaculate anymore, he desperately thrust into Zhang Ning's body for over half an hour, and Zhang Ning felt her genitals swollen, numb, and burning with pain before finally stopping. By then, it was already 10 PM.

Cao Shan still took a taxi to send Zhang Ning home. The next day, the two spent a good day sightseeing in Dalian, and early the next morning, they boarded the train back to Beijing.

The two reenacted a scene from over a month ago at Beijing West Railway Station, but this time with less bitterness and more sweetness, because the future no longer seemed so uncertain. At least, being together was possible if possible.

Cao Shan told her that if things didn't go well, she should come to Beijing to find him, and the two were happily together. After entrusting her body to Cao Shan, whether it was his powerful sexual prowess that satisfied her, or Cao Shan proving his ability and giving her a sense of security, Zhang Ning felt she had a happy way out. If this job didn't work out, she planned to go to Beijing to find him.

On the platform, Zhang Ning waved her arms, watching Cao Shan get further and further away until he disappeared from sight. She walked out of the platform alone, looking at the familiar blue sky and sea breeze of Dalian, as if in a dream.

04-13

Chapter

12 After returning from the National Day holiday, everyone was discussing the Chinese team's qualification for the Japan-Korea World Cup. This was a historic moment for Chinese football, but for Cao Shan, it was as insignificant as shit. Although Cao Shan couldn't have foreseen that several of these opportunists would later become prisoners due to their involvement in organized crime, turning a hero into a complete idiot, he

was late on his first day of work. Previously, Hai Bo or Qu Yan would knock on Cao Shan's door every morning after he woke up, and then they would get ready and go to work together. But this day, Cao Shan opened his eyes at 8:30; Qu Yan and Hai Bo had already left.

When Cao Shan arrived at the company, he ran into Qu Yan, who was about to leave. Cao Shan greeted her, "Hey, Qu Yan, why didn't you wake me up today? Going to meet a client? Wait for me, I'll go with you."

Qu Yan smiled awkwardly and said, "Oh, yes, I had to meet a client this morning, so I came to the company early. By the way, you should set an alarm next time. Oh, I just told Bob that your main job when you come back is to communicate and design the advertisements for the signed contracts with the clients, so you don't need to come with me to meet clients."

After saying that, Qu Yan brushed past Cao Shan and went downstairs.

Cao Shan stood there, stunned. He felt that Qu Yan was deliberately avoiding him, which he attributed to the lingering effects of that advertisement deal, making him feel even more guilty.

Qu Yan, on the other hand, felt empty inside after going downstairs. Qu Yan didn't really blame Cao Shan for Cheng Min's advertising deal, but she knew that Cao Shan had gone to Dalian to find Zhang Ning, and perhaps Zhang Ning was about to return to his side. She couldn't let Cao Shan continue to be ambiguous with her. If this continued, the consequences would be unimaginable, and it might ruin the relationship between the four of them. She had to make a clean break.

Unbeknownst to Qu Yan, Cao Shan and Zhang Ning's passionate night in Dalian, where they tasted forbidden fruit, only fueled Cao Shan's growing desire for Qu Yan's plump buttocks and tall, muscular figure. Qu Yan's curvaceous, sexy body was unmatched by Zhang Ning, especially her incredibly round and alluring buttocks, which were so large they were almost unbearable to look at. They made Zhang Ning's narrow, pert bottoms seem insignificant in comparison. That night, Cao Shan didn't use the rear-entry position with Zhang Ning. Partly due to their shyness, and partly because Cao Shan felt that only with Qu Yan, holding her large, round buttocks while penetrating her, would he truly find it satisfying. Even Qu Yan's thick, round, and plump legs seemed perfectly acceptable to him, further fueling his desire. After having sex with Cheng Min and Zhang Ning, Cao Shan's longing for Qu Yan's body not only didn't diminish but intensified, a situation he himself found absurd.

Cao Shan had just sat down when Tang Jing walked in, smiling, "You've changed so much in just a few days! What's wrong? You're the company's top performer this month, yet you're still so sullen?"

Tang Jing said, looking at Cao Shan's absent-minded appearance.

Cao Shan snapped out of his reverie and laughed, "Stop daydreaming! How's it going? Advertising design."

Tang Jing smoothed her long hair from her forehead, her small, single-eyelid eyes behind her black-rimmed glasses bloodshot, and said listlessly, "Please, could you not sign the contract before National Day? You even handpicked me, I hate you so much. Either I spend my holiday working on this ad, or I have to stay up all night. I chose the latter. Come on, let's go take a look."

Tang Jing lazily scratched her hair, turned and walked out, Cao Shan following behind.

Tang Jing wasn't pretty at all; small eyes, small mouth, small nose, and her face was slightly asymmetrical. She wasn't a beauty, not even average-looking. She wore a short denim jacket over a long grey t-shirt, but even that couldn't hide her wide, plump bottom. Black skinny jeans clung to Tang Jing's round, thick legs. Cao Shan realized that the ten centimeters difference in height between her and Qu Yan was probably all in her legs. Perhaps wearing high heels would have made her look a little better, but she was wearing classic black Converse sneakers. Cao Shan watched Tang Jing's back and smiled inwardly. From her looks to her figure, she wasn't his type. However, he enjoyed interacting with Tang Jing's artistic, bohemian charm, because he was a similar person.

It was Cao Shan's first time in the design department. The designers, presumably aware of his successful project, exchanged nods as a greeting. When he saw the design department's equipment, he was stunned. A row of incredibly beautiful computers, a combination of white, multicolored, and transparent materials like works of art, and a blue desktop with cute icons at the bottom of the screen that seemed to move like waves when the mouse hovered over them—it was absolutely gorgeous.

"Wow, what kind of computer is this?"

Cao Shan excitedly watched Tang Jing sit in front of the computer, pick up a CD, and vertically insert it into a small slit on the top of a crystal cube-like box. The CD was instantly swallowed into the computer case—it was fucking amazing!

"You're so naive, this is called an Apple computer," Tang Jing said proudly, looking at the grinning Cao Shan. "The new PowerMac G4Cube, the most beautiful host Apple has ever made, macOS X, Apple's latest and most beautiful operating system." "The company really spares no expense. Using such a cool computer every day, I'd work even without pay," Cao Shan said, envious of Tang Jing's design work.

"Don't be silly, it's all about getting work done," Tang Jing said, opening a blue folder on the desktop. She continued, "I've made three proposals. The first highlights the name, the second highlights the industry, and the third highlights the address and phone number. Anyway, these are all uncreative proposals, but that's basically what the Yellow Pages require. The blank spaces need to be filled with pictures. How about we go to the client's place to introduce it and take some photos while we're at it?"

"Okay, I'll make a call."

"Cao Shan said.

After hanging up the phone, Cao Shan hesitated. He was quite afraid to see Cheng Min again, even though she was so beautiful and alluring, with a figure and looks that were absolutely model-level. But Cao Shan was a little afraid of her eyes, especially after he and Zhang Ning had consummated their marriage. He felt even more guilty about his ill-fated relationship with Cheng Min and wanted to cut ties with her completely. He also knew that a woman nearing 30 was at the age where she was already at the point of being unable to make a clean break, and that hesitation would only lead to more trouble.

But he got an even worse result. Cheng Min was out, but Erlong was there.

The two took a taxi to the client's company, where Erlong greeted them with a smile. "Oh, Cao Shan, right? I didn't expect you guys to be so efficient, finishing the advertisement so quickly. Come, come, please come in. Cheng Min isn't here, so I'm here to give you some advice, hehehe." Don't let Erlong's buzz cut, fierce look, and thick gold chain fool you; he had the straightforwardness of a Northeastern man. If you didn't know he was under 1.6 meters tall, both his appearance and voice were definitely those of a typical Northeastern man.

"Hehe, you're the general manager, you're the one who makes the decisions, we've come to the right place today,"

Cao Shan said, feigning politeness. He felt an inexplicable awkwardness around Erlong; after all, he'd slept with his wife, how could he not feel awkward?

The receptionist, Wang Na, brought tea, and Tang Jing took out an advertisement for the new iBook. Its crystal-candy-like orange-yellow casing made one want to take a bite, drawing admiring glances from Erlong.

Tang Jing not only had a very artistic air and a pleasant voice, but she was also incredibly persuasive, leaving Erlong dizzy with her smooth talk. He almost signed the customer confirmation form with the half-finished advertisement, but Tang Jing reminded him that he had to choose one of three options and that it needed an accompanying image. Erlong preferred the address and phone number, which was his most important requirement. Tang Jing agreed, suggesting that the accompanying image highlight the product and company characteristics. As she was speaking, she suddenly noticed Cheng Min's photo on the desk and said, "Is this our boss's wife?"

Erlong nodded with a smile, "Yes, my wife." "Sister-in-law is really beautiful. I have a suggestion, okay? Could we put a beautiful photo of our boss's wife on the side of the advertisement? People will think we've hired a supermodel as the spokesperson, which is definitely a testament to our strength."

Tang Jing's words made Erlong overjoyed, and he laughed heartily, "Ms. Tang, it's a waste of your talent that you're not in sales! Sister, I enjoy chatting with you! We'll do as you say!"

The two took a few photos of the company and left the building with Erlong's smiling farewell. Cao Shan felt relieved. He had thought that facing Erlong would be very awkward, but Tang Jing's few words had shifted Erlong's attention to the advertisement. Tang Jing was indeed a girl with a lot of personal charm. Although she wasn't beautiful and didn't have a good figure, she had a kind of approachable charisma that made people like to be around her. Cao Shan gave her a thumbs up and said in a Northeastern accent, "Girl, I love chatting with you! We'll do it your way!"

Tang Jing laughed and slapped his shoulder, saying, "Always up to no good. What's up? Going back to the company?"

Cao Shan thought for a moment and said, "No way, I finally got out of here, I don't want to go back. Thanks to your silver tongue today, and for staying up all night to finish the ad sample, I'll treat you to dinner."

Tang Jing patted her bag and said, "I don't want to go back either, look what I've done, I've brought my whole bag out. By the way, didn't you say you'd invite me to your house to play the piano? Why don't we buy some and bring it over?"

"Great, let's go!"

Cao Shan readily agreed.

Once in the taxi, Tang Jing leaned on Cao Shan's shoulder and fell asleep. Cao Shan looked at her closed eyes and slightly upturned lips, looking very tired, and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. Tang Jing had stayed up all night to finish the ad, all for him. He couldn't resist reaching out and putting his arm around Tang Jing's slightly broad shoulder, his face brushing against her smooth, straight hair. Leaning so close together, Cao Shan noticed that Tang Jing's skin was truly beautiful. She wasn't wearing makeup, but her lips were red, her teeth white, and her skin fair and delicate, emitting a faint, clean fragrance.

The car stopped at the market entrance. Tang Jing groggily woke up, feeling Cao Shan's embrace. Her face flushed almost imperceptibly, whether from the pressure of his shoulder or from shyness, it was hard to tell. "We're here?"

Tang Jing got out of the car, seeing the red brick walls and dilapidated houses reminiscent of the 1980s, and the desolation and squalor typical of the suburbs. She smoothed her hair, put her hands on her hips, and said to Cao Shan, "I say, are we still in Beijing? Are you sure this isn't Hohhot or Urumqi?"

"I swear to Chairman Mao, we're definitely still in your city,"

Cao Shan said with a smile. Although he wasn't familiar with Tang Jing, they were like old friends, relaxed and unpretentious.

"You live here? That's quite far,"

Tang Jing said, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Why don't you find me somewhere closer, and cheaper too? Okay, come on, let's go to the market and buy some food. What do you want? Cooked food, beer?"

He casually put his arm around Tang Jing's shoulder and headed towards the market.

Tang Jing didn't refuse; she knew Cao Shan considered her a buddy. From childhood, boys had always treated her like a buddy, even blurring the lines between genders, and she was used to it.

The two bought a lot of food and returned to Cao Shan's place.

Cao Shan moved a table over, put the food on it, opened two bottles of ice-cold beer, clinked the bottles together, took a big gulp, and enjoyed it with peanuts and pig's ears—it was incredibly pleasant.

A pile of bootleg CDs on Cao Shan's shelf caught Tang Jing's eye. She walked over, slowly flipping through them, and said, "Wow, you listen to quite a variety of things. What's your favorite?"

"I listen to anything related to rock, Britpop, punk, death metal, thrash rock. What about you?"

Cao Shan asked, munching on a chicken foot and slurping down a shot of beer.

"Lately, I've been into 'White Strip' and 'Blower'."

Tang Jing's attention was focused on Cao Shan's bootleg CDs. Suddenly, as if she'd discovered a treasure, she exclaimed, "Hey, you have this one too? It's a deluxe edition, in pretty good condition."

She picked up a Radiohead CD, "Ok Computer," and put it in the CD player. The neurotic yet heart-wrenching sound of Thomas Ork filled the air.

Music is a magical thing; it can create an atmosphere. As soon as the music started, it was as if this dilapidated, run-down room had acquired a British psychedelic vibe. Tang Jing was very satisfied, swaying gently to the music, occasionally tilting her head back to gulp down a shot of ice-cold beer.

"Hey, what were those two bands you mentioned? Were they rock?"

Cao Shan reached out and clinked bottles with Tang Jing, asking.

"Yeah, one's garage rock, the other's shojin. They've been famous for a while, but they've only recently become popular in the Chinese rock scene. Chinese rock always looks down on pop, but they're all the same, just following trends,"

Tang Jing said somewhat indignantly, then remembered she liked it too, so she added, "Me too."

"Do you have one? Let me hear it sometime," Cao Shan said.

"Sure. By the way, where's your guitar? Play a few notes for me to see."

Tang Jing tilted her head back and took another gulp, downing most of the bottle.

"Okay, here you go," Cao Shan opened the closet door. He didn't have that many clothes, so the wardrobe became a good place to store his guitar. He opened the case and took out the wooden Telecaster. Tang Jing leaned closer, touching the violin, and said, "It's really nice. A good violin makes all the difference. Is this a Mofen or a Meifen?"

"A Meifen, I bought it online for over 7000 yuan,"

Cao Shan said, connecting the effects pedal and amplifier. A hum of electricity filled the air, and he seemed to rediscover the feeling of being a musical idol from his school days.

"You're really going all out. Play me a couple of songs,"

Tang Jing urged.

Cao Shan strummed the violin, his left hand flying up and down, his right hand plucking the strings, and a familiar melody filled the air.

He'd only played two bars when Tang Jing stopped him. "Stop! Are you trying to pick up girls here? You dare to pull out 'Really Love You' to fool me? Don't you have anything more sophisticated?"

Cao Shan played "Don't Cry" again, but Tang Jing still felt it was too shallow. Finally, Tang Jing suggested an impromptu performance. She pulled a pair of drumsticks from her bag.

Cao Shan looked at Tang Jing with newfound respect. "Hey, are you just showing off or do you actually know how to play?"

"Of course I know how to play! Unlike some people who try to fool the audience with beginner etudes."

The two ate and drank, Tang Jing using a pillow as a drum, striking along with Cao Shan's guitar. Cao Shan pressed chords, improvising melodies and singing lyrics that no one on Earth could understand, but which sounded like English. They were having a great time, and before they knew it, it was time to leave work.

Qu Yan and Hai Bo got off the bus and walked side-by-side on their way home. Hai Bo wore a navy blue suit, a white shirt, and carried a briefcase; Qu Yan was tall and wore a well-fitting business suit, attracting the attention of many men along the way. Whether someone is pretty or not, slim or not, as long as they are tall, they will attract attention.

Downstairs, they saw Cao Shan's door was open, and the sound of an electric guitar drifted out. Qu Yan and Hai Bo exchanged a puzzled look; Cao Shan hadn't touched his guitar much since starting work, so why was he suddenly in such high spirits? Upstairs, they reached Cao Shan's door and saw him carrying his guitar, looking completely absorbed in the music. Qu Yan saw Cao Shan again, the most charming guitar-playing boy from school, but also noticed Tang Jing tapping her pillow with drumsticks.

Seeing the two standing at the door, Cao Shan hurriedly greeted them, "Hai Bo, Qu Yan, you're off work? Come on, let's have a drink!"

Tang Jing turned around, saw them, and said in surprise, "Huh? You guys live here too?"

"Ah, let's have a drink," Hai Bo greeted them with feigned enthusiasm, but as usual, after saying that, he froze, unsure what to say next. The oblivious Cao Shan was only thinking about chatting about music and playing guitar with Tang Jing, completely forgetting that Qu Yan and Hai Bo were his classmates, and that it was a secret. At this moment, everyone felt somewhat awkward.

"Yes, we all rented the house together,"

Qu Yan replied ambiguously.

Cao Shan, however, felt that Tang Jing was his friend and not from the sales department, so there was no need to hide anything. He said, "It was a coincidence, a coincidence. Qu Yan, Hai Bo, and I are classmates. They went to the company first, and I ended up meeting them by chance. It's nothing, but to avoid suspicion, I'm afraid people might say something, so we don't keep in close contact at the company. By the way, don't go back and tell anyone, we're just classmates, we help each other out at work, I'm afraid people will misunderstand."

After Cao Shan's explanation, Tang Jing laughed, "Please, do I look like such a gossipy person? For me, this is like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, right? Qu Yan, Hai Bo, come on over. Cao Shan and I went to show an advertisement to a client today, it went quite well, and I heard he has a nice piano, so we came to take a look."

Hai Bo said casually, "That's right, we're all friends, so how about we buy something else?"

"No need, no need, that's enough."

Cao Shan invited Qu Yan and Hai Bo to sit down and chat while eating.

Qu Yan really liked Tang Jing's denim outfit and wanted to try it on. Tang Jing took it off for her to try on. While they were changing, Qu Yan wore a tight-fitting shirt, while Tang Jing wore only a dark gray t-shirt with a wide neckline, her snow-white breasts quite eye-catching. Cao Shan glanced at her and found that Tang Jing's breasts were in no way inferior to Qu Yan's.

"Hey? I look really good in this! Really, look, we're about the same size!"

Qu Yan said happily, seeing that the clothes fit her well.

"Really, I've noticed. You two have similar figures, both quite strong and full-figured. It's just that Tang Jing is shorter than you, making her look thinner. Actually, I think Tang Jing is shorter than you only in the legs."

Hai Bo always spoke in such a silly way. He thought he was just telling the truth, but he couldn't see the flaws in his words, which was one of the reasons why his business wasn't going well.

"What are you saying?"

Qu Yan realized that Hai Bo's words were off-topic and quickly pointed at him, complaining.

"It's okay, Hai Bo is just stating the facts. I'm not exactly a beauty, I'm not that easily offended," Tang Jing said frankly.

"Come on, let's drink and eat!"

Cao Shan called out, and the four of them clinked glasses. He asked Hai Bo, "Hai Bo, how's business lately?"

Hai Bo, holding the bottle, gave an awkward laugh and said, "Don't even mention it, I guess I'll be out of business again this month." Seeing Hai Bo's dejected look, Cao Shan quickly patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, don't be discouraged. Business depends on luck, and you can't blame society for bad luck. Come on, have a drink."

The four of them ate in the room when Jianguo returned and joined in the fun.

"Hey, eating? Did you save any for me?"

Jianguo came over, making cute faces.

"Come on, Jianguo, sit down."

Cao Shan invited Jianguo to sit down and then introduced him to Tang Jing. "This is my best buddy, Jianguo, he's a manager now. This is my colleague, Tang Jing from the design department."

"Hello."

Tang Jing flicked her long hair and smiled politely. Jianguo also smiled and nodded politely.

As soon as he entered the room, seeing Tang Jing's sturdy back and not-so-tall figure, especially her wide bottom sitting in the chair, he lost interest. Then he saw her small eyes and mouth, her slightly crooked face, and her black-rimmed glasses and long, flowing hair, which did give her an artistic air. But Jian Guo wasn't an artistic type, so he naturally felt nothing for Tang Jing.

After chatting for a while, Jian Guo said he had to leave to do some copywriting, and then pulled Cao Shan aside, whispering, "Cao Shan, what does this girl do? She's not your…"

Cao Shan laughed and pushed him away, saying, "What are you thinking? She's my colleague, from the design department. We met a client today. She also likes music, a bit of an artistic young woman, so she came back to play the piano and chat. You know, like the story of Bo Ya breaking his string."

Jian Guo put his arm around Cao Shan's neck and said earnestly, "Your ex-girlfriend used to be Zhang Ning, a tall, stunning beauty." "We're down on our luck now, but we're not so desperate as to be indiscriminate in our choices, are we? Goodness, I was shocked when I saw her from behind. Those legs are so thick! And that butt is so big!" Jianguo said, bending his arm to emphasize the area, and continued, "And she's not pretty either, a world apart from Zhang Ning. Oh, right."

Jianguo slapped his forehead and said, "I know, you're not into Tang Jing's big butt, are you? You like big butts, right? She does fit your description."

Jianguo continued to tease.

"Damn, what are you talking about? We're just colleagues, stop talking nonsense. Go back to work." Cao Shan laughed and punched Jianguo, pushing him away. He found it amusing; how could he be interested in Tang Jing? But Jianguo's words still lingered in his mind.

Back in the room, he paid special attention; Tang Jing's butt was indeed very wide and plump, definitely comparable to Qu Yan's.

Qu Yan tried on Tang Jing's denim outfit, but Tang Jing didn't put it back on afterward. Tang Jing's t-shirt had a low neckline, revealing a large expanse of white skin and full breasts. Her legs were about the same thickness as Qu Yan's, though Qu Yan's legs were longer. Tang Jing's figure was similar to Qu Yan's—slightly muscular, apple-shaped, with a large, round bottom. Cao Shan noticed Tang Jing's figure for the first time and secretly smiled bitterly. He thought, "A girl like that, even with a big bottom and thick legs, wouldn't be so desperate as to be indiscriminate in her choice of partners, as Jian Guo said."

Jian Guo returned to his room, closed the door, and thought to himself, "If Cao Shan really gets together with another girl, it'll save me a lot of trouble."

Before they knew it, it was past 8 pm. They had eaten and drunk their fill. The four young people, all from the same company, especially Tang Jing, who was known for her easygoing nature and ability to win people over, chatted happily. Cao Shan went to take Tang Jing home, while Qu Yan and Hai Bo helped him clear the table.

Tang Jing took a taxi and left, while at the same time, in another part of the city, Cheng Min dragged her tired body out of the taxi with a dejected look on her face and walked home.

This day was joyful for Cao Shan and Tang Jing; being with their soulmate was certainly a happy time. But for Cheng Min, it was yet another unwilling nightmare. Being with that persistent young boss was humiliating.

The young boss had spoken to Cheng Min on the phone the day before, and as usual, she had booked a hotel for him, including her own services. After arriving at the hotel, the young boss called Cheng Min, told Erlong, and left. Erlong didn't say anything. If he had discovered his wife's infidelity, he would have been furious, but the young boss clearly wanted to sleep with his wife, and he was used to it since she arrived in Beijing. Cheng Min rang the doorbell, and the

short, southern-looking young boss, who only reached her shoulder, smiled and led her inside.

"Cheng Min, it's so good to see you again," the young boss said, his small eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses lecherously fixed on the tall, beautiful married woman.

The young boss pulled Cheng Min to sit on the sofa, but she shook him off. Cheng Min truly loathed this man. She was someone else's wife; why should she be humiliated by him time and time again? She said sternly, "Please don't call me again next time you come to Beijing. Don't you know the company's situation? Your brand's products aren't selling well in Beijing, and we're reducing our orders daily. If you continue like this, it'll be harassment."

The young boss grabbed Cheng Min's hand and said with a smile, "Don't be angry. It's consensual, why worry so much? Your husband hasn't said anything; he's so magnanimous. Why don't you let go a little?"

Cheng Min pulled her hand away again and said, "What do you mean, 'consensual'? I've had enough of you! I'm someone else's wife; why do you keep bothering me like this? I feel so sad," Cheng Min said, frowning.

The shopkeeper, smiling, reached behind Cheng Min and gently wrapped his arm around her slender waist. He said slowly, "I don't know what you women think, but men like to conquer—conquer money, conquer power, and of course, conquering other men's women is very fulfilling."

As he spoke, his short, stubby hand caressed Cheng Min's slender body.

Cheng Min shuddered in disgust, but didn't formally refuse. She had chosen to come, so she couldn't choose not to.

"Ah Min," the shopkeeper said with a smile, "do you know why Erlong agreed to let me sleep with you? Think about it, without me, would you be where you are today? You're so beautiful, with such a great figure. If I didn't pursue you, other men would. And him? He has no ability; he's just a toad eating swan meat. I help him make money, start a company. Think about it, out of 365 days a year, how many days can I actually spend with you? But he can possess you, make you his wife. Everything is from me, but I only ask for a few days to be with you. For him, this is a good deal, isn't it?

"

"I think you're the one who's a toad trying to eat swan meat!"

Cheng Min angrily brushed his groping hand away and stood up, but the young boss grabbed her hand.

"Amin, I feel the atmosphere is really bad today. We can't talk to each other. Okay, let's not talk about it anymore, let's start."

The young boss was also a little unhappy. He sat on the sofa, took off his pants, and revealed his hard little penis.

Amin, with the attitude that it's better to get it over with quickly, bent down and squatted between his legs, saying dejectedly, "Remember, just this once!"

As she spoke, she lowered her head and took the young boss's penis into her mouth, stroking it vigorously up and down.

"Shh...mmm...not bad, not bad, that's the feeling. So good...Amin, your oral sex skills have improved a lot, do you and your husband practice often?"

The young boss stroked Cheng Min's smooth long hair, watching her face, which resembled Mao Amin but was even more beautiful, lying beneath him, her beautiful mouth sucking and swallowing his penis. Her slender body squatted, her alluring waist twisting into a beautiful curve, her rounded hips beautiful and tempting, enjoying both sensory and psychological satisfaction.

Cheng Min's mouth was stuffed with the young boss's hard penis. The young boss had rushed to meet Cheng Min as soon as he got off the plane, without even showering. The stench of urine lingered on his penis, spreading in Cheng Min's mouth, making her feel nauseous. She sucked on the man's penis in a fit of pique, stroking it quickly, wanting to ejaculate as soon as possible.

Like many businessmen, the young boss was also a frequent patron, his penis having been with countless women, but it had lost its extraordinary stamina, basically a one-night stand. Cheng Min thought that if she made him ejaculate with her mouth, at least that filthy thing wouldn't have to be stuffed inside her, which would be even more disgusting.

"Ooh, oh, gently, gently, why are you in such a hurry?"

Sure enough, Cheng Min sucked in his mouth while sweeping her tongue across his glans, rapidly moving up and down, making the young boss unable to bear it. He hurriedly pressed Cheng Min's head down to prevent her from moving, and after a while, the urge to ejaculate subsided.

The young boss made Cheng Min stand on the ground, and he held her tall body, taking off her clothes one by one, then greedily pressed against Cheng Min's naked body, kissing her snow-white skin. This short, stocky man was particularly fond of Cheng Min's body, not only for her alluring curves, her slender, fat-free model figure, and her straight thighs, but also for her impressive height. Short men all like tall women, not only because of the desire for a perfect figure, but also because of the indescribable sense of conquest that a short man has when he rides a big stallion. The young boss held Cheng Min tightly, reaching only to her shoulder height. Without bending over, he could easily take her firm, full breasts and alluring nipples into his mouth, licking them with abandon. His hands caressed her slightly slender yet still voluptuous buttocks, occasionally wandering over her thighs and groin. Cheng Min, however, simply tilted her head back, passively accepting the man's ravaging, neither resisting nor taking initiative, only wishing the moment would end quickly. Cheng Min was completely passively receiving the young boss's advances, experiencing no enjoyment whatsoever.

While kissing her, the young boss slowly moved Cheng Min's naked body to the edge of the bed, laying her down on the soft Simmons mattress. He then began licking Cheng Min's body, starting from her earlobes, slowly moving over her breasts, flat stomach, and straight legs. He paused briefly on the bulging mons pubis in her private area before parting her long, white legs, burying his head between them, enjoying the soft, forbidden zone of another man's wife.

Cheng Min maintained her passive attitude, neither resisting nor taking the initiative, letting the young boss spread her long legs, bury his head between her thighs, and kiss her private parts that didn't belong to him. Cheng Min dared not look at him; the mere thought of being naked and undressed by another man in such a lewd position filled her with unbearable shame. She thought dejectedly, what would happen if Erlong barged in and saw her being molested like this by the young boss?

Erlong was a rough and insensitive man, completely clueless about teasing and satisfying women. Every time they made love, he would just press Cheng Min down, shove his penis into her cunt, and thrust into her with heavy, labored movements. But the young boss was a master at manipulating women; he licked every inch of Cheng Min's 1.81-meter-tall, slender figure. But for Cheng Min, this was even greater torture. The young boss's tongue was like a swimming dragon, licking her until her desire surged, her whole body tingling, yet being played with by him was a humiliating and helpless act. Cheng Min felt that any other man kissing her body like that would have excited her, but with this ugly, short southern man, she felt only disgust, not love.

The young boss preferred the rear-entry position because it felt more like riding a warhorse, free and unrestrained. Moreover, the lines of a woman's back, especially those of a tall woman, were the most beautiful. Tall women had longer, more slender figures, and their waists, whether bent or twisted, were even more alluring. Cheng Min's mature, womanly buttocks were enough to satisfy most men's fascination with women's hips, except for men like Cao Shan who were almost obsessed with women with large buttocks.

The young boss knelt behind Cheng Min, making her spread her legs wider so his penis could reach her tender opening, instead of having to squat. He aimed his penis at Cheng Min's opening and slid it in without much effort. Then he gently grabbed Cheng Min's buttocks and thrust in and out. Inside Cheng Min's body, his penis, lubricated by her vaginal fluids, generated immense pleasure through friction, causing him to involuntarily increase his speed.

Even though Cheng Min hated the young boss, his superb oral skills still aroused her, causing a surge of heat in her lower body. Humiliated, she knelt naked on the bed, her buttocks raised high, feeling the man grab her buttocks from behind, something warm pressing against her between her legs before penetrating her. It encountered no resistance, and Cheng Min felt ashamed of her lubricated, juicy genitals. All she did was accept it numbly, letting the young boss ravage her, refusing to moan or show even the slightest sign of compliance.

The young boss didn't care. Being short, he was already satisfied to have such a tall woman so enjoyable. He didn't care if Cheng Min cooperated; besides, it was a rear-entry position, so there was nothing to accommodate. He was content. In the South, he went to great lengths to find tall women to sleep with; 1.6 meters was rare, 1.7 meters was extremely rare. Women over 1.8 meters were all incredibly ugly. Someone like Cheng Min, tall, with a great figure, smooth skin, and beautiful looks, and already married, is extremely rare. Therefore, despite never lacking female company, the young boss still invests considerable energy and money to maintain his love triangle with Cheng Min and her husband.

In Cheng Min's heart, not only did the young boss disgust her, but his penis also held no interest. Its size was similar to her husband's, only slightly larger, at best below average, barely filling the opening. Cheng Min believed that only Cao Shan's impressively large penis could give her the ultimate pleasure, so she was determined to maintain her relationship with Cao Shan as much as possible, even at the cost of financial ruin.

Just as Cheng Min felt her vagina tighten slightly from the intense thrusting of the young boss, he roared, gripped her buttocks tightly, and thrust forward, ejaculating his millions of semen into her vagina, completing this absurd sexual act.

The young boss got out of bed, put on his pants, and took out a list from his purse. He said, "Amin, I'm generally a good person. Although you didn't satisfy me today, and your attitude disappointed me, I'll still take care of everything for you and help you make money. Here, take this invoice."

Cheng Min took the list and was stunned. The invoice the young boss gave her wasn't just for him, but also for all the products from new brands their company had discovered over the years, and the prices were much lower than what they had negotiated themselves.

Seeing Cheng Min's surprised look, the young boss smiled and said, "Whether it's domestic or foreign brands, I'm always better at dealing with office equipment than you are. They're all my friends, so their prices are naturally more reasonable. Don't waste your time. Who wouldn't want a lower purchase price and more profit? I'll also give you a list of clients. Just make money and repay me well, don't think too much about it."

Looking at the young boss's smug expression, Cheng Min felt a little desperate. She and Erlong had painstakingly found new sources of goods, but in the end, they still couldn't escape the young boss's grasp.

Leaving the hotel and returning home, Cheng Min wearily opened the door to find the house empty. She knew Erlong had gone off to fool around again. Cheng Min was furious, but then she thought, if his wife was out having sex with another man, why would he stay home like an idiot instead of going out and having fun? Cheng Min squatted down, covering her face and weeping in humiliation. At that moment, she desperately missed Cao Shan; she needed his young body and large penis to help her regain her confidence as a woman.

Chapter 13

Beijing, the capital, the imperial city.

This city has the greatest class differences and wealth gap imaginable. This is the capital of China, where those who command the country and strategize, sitting in the top seats, live in the same city as those who cannot even make their own decisions, who can be ordered around by anyone, and who are willing to sell their souls, their bodies, and even their lovers' and wives' bodies for the smallest gains. The poor worry about tomorrow's food money, their children's schooling, their inability to afford medical care, and everything else. Poverty-stricken couples face endless sorrows; they most envy those so-called rich people who have no worries about food and clothing and live what others perceive as a happy life. The poor don't aspire to be richer than a nation and control its destiny; they simply hope for a modest life of comfort. Those so-called middle-class individuals with modest wealth are often the objects of their envy.

But are the rich truly happy? Can they control their own destiny? No, society is a system where the big fish eat the small fish; everyone is both a big fish and a small fish.

Shen Si hung up the phone and slumped into her chair. That call was to Jim, the marketing director at Microsoft. She had been with Microsoft for over half a year and knew early on that Windows was launching a revolutionary new operating system this year. She saw this as a golden opportunity. Shen Si used her network of connections, contacting increasingly higher-ranking officials, bringing her closer to her ultimate goal. Jeff met Jim at a business party last time. Jim was very fond of Shen Si. She was tall, intelligent, and possessed the gentle and elegant temperament unique to white-collar women, yet unlike most female white-collar workers who blindly followed trends. Shen Si had her own style in both her clothing and speech. The most popular style among white-collar workers was long, wavy hair, and everyone dressed like a slut. But Shen Si's carefully cut short hair looked refreshing and capable. At that time, pointed high heels were fashionable, but Shen Si wore a pair of slightly wedge-heeled boat shoes, which made her stand out, casual yet not sloppy. Of course, boat shoes do require a certain length of legs, and Shen Si met that requirement, so she dared to wear them. Unlike ten years later, when boat shoes became fashionable, and no matter how short the legs were, people would wear a pair of boat shoes that looked almost like shoe covers, brazenly exposing their flaws without hesitation.

That day, Jim learned that Shen Si was unmarried, so he became exceptionally attentive to her. Shen Si was conflicted. It wasn't that Jim was bad; he was quite good—three years older than her, just turned thirty, a returnee from overseas, unmarried, a typical eligible bachelor.

But Shen Si already had Jeff, although he was married, she enjoyed being with him. Besides, meeting Jim was only for the purpose of working on Microsoft advertisements; she didn't want to entangle her work and feelings. Even if Jim liked her, he could pursue her wholeheartedly, instead of making it seem like he was taking advantage of her.

However, Jim, having failed in his attempt to take advantage, used a cold treatment approach with Shen Si. He made demands such as the Yellow Pages format being incompatible with Microsoft's corporate culture, and that Microsoft required all computers in advertising companies to use genuine operating systems. Shen Si agreed to all of these, promising that after XP was released, Panhai Shengshi would be one of the first advertising companies in Beijing to offer full-page ads. Jim then said that while the yellow pages advertising period is indeed one year, it also proves the advertising's sluggishness and lack of timeliness. Shen Si added that XP promotion has various advertising needs, some requiring long-term consistency, and these are common advertising formats used by major companies. However, when Shen Si called to schedule a meeting, Jim declined, citing work commitments, making things seem difficult.

Just as Shen Si was lost in thought, Jeff came in. Seeing her dejected appearance, he walked over and gently hugged her, stroking her short hair, asking, "What's wrong? You look so listless."

Shen Si sighed and said, "It's all because of Microsoft. The new system is releasing at the end of the month, and now is the last chance to secure the contract, but Jim is giving me the cold shoulder."

"Is it the cover?"

Jeff asked, and Shen Si nodded. Jeff then asked, "Is there a record? If Microsoft doesn't work out, what about next year's cover?"

Shen Si shook her head again. This made Jeff fall into deep thought. After a long pause, he finally said, "Why don't you try again? What's the real reason he rejected you?"

Shen Si looked up at Jeff and said, "Don't you know? He likes me, but I don't want to be with him. I rejected him, it's that simple."

Shen Si's heart still belonged only to Jeff.

Jeff was comforted, feeling that having such a beautiful and loyal lover was a blessing, but love can't put food on the table. For a businessman, money is more important than women. So he said, "Then why did you reject him so resolutely? Would it have been better for the advertising business if you had been more accommodating?"

Shen Si originally thought Jeff would comfort her, saying not to worry, that giving up was fine. But unexpectedly, on the scales between her and the advertising business, Jeff stood on the opposite side. Shen Si was a little angry and said resentfully, "If I'm ambiguous with him, is that fair to you?"

Seeing her angry expression, Jeff couldn't help but chuckle, pulling her closer and saying, "It's okay, we're not children anymore. We can keep work and life separate."

Shen Si hadn't expected Jeff to say that. She raised her voice, "Jeff! Are you saying I was your mistress while simultaneously using my body to please clients and get advertising for you? Jeff, do you even love me? If I were your wife, would you be able to say something like that so easily?"

Seeing Shen Si was angry, Jeff quickly tried to coax her, saying, "Baby, that's not what I meant, you know. I just think this ad is on the cover, it's very important to us."

Shen Si jumped up from her chair, pushed him away, and angrily said, "Jeff, I understand. You've put me second in the face of this cover. Okay, I understand. I'm going to find Jim right now, and I'll do whatever it takes to get the ad back. To be honest, I've found out they have the necessary advertising investment and budget. Jim wants me; he's using the ad to blackmail me. Jeff, fine, I'll go find him, I'll give you an answer."

With that, Shen Si stormed out of the office.

"Hey, Christie!"

Jeff called after her but didn't chase after her.

On her way home, Shen Si understood Jeff. It was already October, and next year's cover was still undecided. For their Yellow Pages, this was a terrible situation. Moreover, Shen Si, as a sales manager, was a top performer. She was directly or indirectly responsible for securing the front cover, back cover, inside front cover, and inside back cover—that's how she got her position. As a sales manager, it wasn't unreasonable for General Manager Jeff to make such demands of her; sales requires a willingness to risk everything. But he was her lover, and Jeff's lack of chivalry chilled her heart.

Shen Si called Jim to arrange a dinner for the two of them, a tacit understanding between them, and Jim readily agreed. Shen Si went home, showered, put on makeup, donned jewelry, and changed into beautiful clothes—mostly gifts from Jeff. She was going to look her best for her date with another man. Jim was the kind of man women would never dislike, only like. Shen Si had rejected him before, as mentioned earlier, and now her willingness to go was a form of revenge for Jeff's ingratitude.

After hanging up, Jim was overjoyed. He knew this tactic would definitely work on Shen Si. Jeff had told him that the cover for this year's Yellow Pages hadn't been finalized yet, and Jim had indeed internally decided on an advertising budget specifically for the Beijing Yellow Pages. He and Jeff tacitly agreed: Jeff wanted the advertising, Jim wanted Shen Si, and it all depended on what the other was willing to give up. Since Jeff had sacrificed his lover first, he gladly accepted.

Jim called his girlfriend, saying he was busy with work and would be working all night. His girlfriend didn't ask any questions and hung up. Jim patted his erect penis with satisfaction and chuckled, "Little brother, you've got your work cut out for you tonight." He

grabbed his clothes and drove off in his Honda Accord.

The two met at a Western restaurant. Despite their previous encounter, seeing Shen Si again was still incredibly pleasing to Jim's eye.

Shen Si wore a classic round-neck striped fitted dress; the knit fabric perfectly accentuated her curves—a wasp waist and round hips—a figure that men admired and women envied. The tight skirt clung to Shen Si's beautiful legs, ending abruptly at the thigh, revealing a section of her long, fair legs that was enough to make any man's imagination run wild. Below, her calves were encased in wild black knee-high boots, making the curves of her long legs appear and disappear.

The grey wool shawl on her shoulders was the perfect finishing touch, covering the provocative nature of the short skirt and boots, displaying a dignified feminine charm that left men both yearning and wanting, yet only able to admire from afar.

"Jim, hello, sorry I'm late."

Shen Si stood at the table, her long legs together, a delicate handbag lightly held in front of her skirt, smiling at Jim who was sitting at the table drinking coffee.

"Oh, hello, Christie, you look so beautiful today!"

Jim exclaimed sincerely, quickly getting up to pull out a seat for Shen Si.

"Thank you," Shen Si said gracefully as she sat down. Jim, watching her from behind, noticed her slightly upturned, rounded buttocks filling out her bouncy short skirt, perfectly complementing her slender, supple waist. It was incredibly alluring. Jim, thinking of this woman's beautiful waist and rounded buttocks, secretly resolved to make Shen Si sway her slender waist and ride him.

"Christie, I'm so sorry, I've been really busy lately, but even if I'm busy, I can't keep refusing a beautiful lady's invitation. It's my honor," Jim said, his words like Ultraman's, his eyes wide with excitement.

"I know you're busy..."

Shen Si said softly, her tone somewhere between normal and coquettish, perfectly balanced. "XP is about to be launched, and you're the head of the China marketing department, you must be incredibly busy."

"Oh, right, Christie," Jim said, taking a sip of coffee as if remembering something, "Our colleagues have thoroughly researched your Beijing Yellow Pages media outlet and done some research. Your customer traffic in Beijing's business district is indeed considerable. You've met all the conditions I mentioned before, so I don't think there's a big problem, but..."

Jim paused, glancing at Shen Si, before continuing, "You know, reporting hundreds of thousands of dollars in unplanned investment to headquarters is a real hassle."

Shen Si smiled slightly, thinking that this seemingly respectable hypocrite was, at heart, a despicable lecher. Shen Si was displeased, but outwardly remained calm, saying, "Of course I know, so please take care of it. Actually, inviting you to dinner today isn't about advertising. We can discuss business in the office, I know that being too pushy is impolite. Jim, I'm really glad you've come, let me toast you."

Shen Si picked up her coffee.

"Thank you, it's my pleasure," Jim said gentlemanly, picking up his coffee cup and taking a small sip.

Shen Si and Jim ordered two meals and two glasses of red wine, chatting as they ate. One was a top student, the other a returnee from overseas; they had a lot to talk about, from school life to their experiences in society. Of course, all of this was just a prelude; the sole purpose was to get into bed.

Jim led the slightly tipsy Shen Si into the hotel room. The moment the door closed, the two kissed passionately like long-lost lovers. Jim was younger than Jeff, and although he was already in his thirties, he exuded the youthful energy of a young man, which captivated Shen Si. At this point, women no longer valued morality, whether a man was a scoundrel or a gentleman, but rather the hardness of his penis and his handsome appearance. Mutual pleasure was the key; getting into bed was no longer about manners, but about the body.

Jim's tongue explored Shen Si's ear canal, brushing against her earlobe, making her body go weak. She quickly pressed herself against him to avoid falling.

"Ah...haha...it tickles..."

Shen Si whispered seductively, her voice close to Jim's ear, making him feel a ticklish sensation.

Shen Si was 1.73 meters tall, and with her heels, she was easily 1.8 meters, almost the same height as Jim.

Jim wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing and kneading her round, beautiful buttocks through her skirt, eliciting soft moans from Shen Si.

Shen Si wasn't a promiscuous woman; she had always willingly been Jeff's mistress. This time, her advances towards Jim were not only for business but also a form of revenge against Jeff. Jim, this outstanding man, attracted her, but more importantly, Shen Si wanted to cheat and desperately wanted to taste a man's penis. Jeff had always prevented her from doing so, so she had no choice but to try someone else's. Shen Si had a bad habit of sucking penises, as mentioned earlier, so I won't go into details.

Sometime later, Jim turned on the stereo, and languid jazz filled the room, filling it with a sensual atmosphere that, along with the alcohol, tantalized the couple towards their most primal union. Jim had longed for Shen Si's body for a long time, and now that he had it, he was insatiably thirsty, holding her slender waist, sometimes grabbing her buttocks, sometimes squeezing her breasts, eliciting lewd laughter from Shen Si. Jim greedily kissed Shen Si's long, pink neck, while Shen Si tilted her head back, slightly closed her eyes, and parted her lips, smiling as she enjoyed the man's teasing.

"Mmm... ah..."

Shen Si's long arms rested on his shoulders. She had been struggling internally for a long time, and under Jim's constant teasing, she finally spoke, but before she could utter the words, her face flushed red. "J-Jim, can I... taste... your... little brother?"

Hearing Shen Si's words, Jim shuddered. Previously, he had repeatedly tried to win Shen Si's favor, but she had always rejected him. In Jim's mind, Shen Si had the air of a cold beauty, but now, her initiative made him feel that happiness had come too suddenly. In a daze, he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, it's my pleasure."

Shen Si smiled slightly, extended her slender finger, and gently touched his forehead. Then, with her most alluring and mesmerizing gaze, she captivated Jim's eyes, and her tall, sexy body, tightly wrapped in a fitted short skirt, slowly knelt down. Jim looked down excitedly at the beauty he had longed for beneath him. He only wanted to be able to enjoy himself with Shen Si in bed, even just kissing or holding hands would be an incredible thing. He never expected that this cold and beautiful woman would actually offer to perform oral sex. Jim was so excited that his body trembled. But little did he know what Shen Si was thinking.

Shen Si slowly slid down, and when her cheek brushed against his bulging crotch, her excitement was no less than Jim's. With trembling hands, she unbuckled Jim's belt, and as she pulled down his underwear, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

It all felt like a dream, our brief encounter…

Jim's well-rested, erect member, like a coiled dragon, sprang from his underwear, hitting Shen Si's delicate face. It was about the same length as Jeff's, but much thicker. Seeing the man's penis right in front of her, Shen Si couldn't help but swallow hard. Her long, slender hands gently grasped the thick, hard shaft, slowly stroking it. She smiled and looked up at Jim, saying, "Little brother, you're not being good at all, but it's so big!" Those few words were enough to make Jim almost ejaculate. Watching Shen Si squatting between his legs, holding his penis and pressing the glans against her face in such a lewd manner, he excitedly said, "Baby, I, I, you, you, take it in, okay?"

At this point, Shen Si lost all shyness. She nodded gently, opened her mouth, and, holding the penis, gently inserted it. The firm, fleshy shaft brushed against her lips, its intense heat burning her mouth. That long-lost sensation made Shen Si dizzy. She wasn't a wanton woman, yet she had a strong fascination with men's genitals.

At this moment, Shen Si was shy, even ashamed. She knew how degrading it was for her to kneel before this man and suck his penis. Deep down, she still resented this sex being treated as part of a business deal, but she couldn't resist putting his penis in her mouth. Jeff never let Shen Si perform oral sex on him, and Jim got the benefit for her desire for a man's penis.

Shen Si shyly endured the man's annoying moans of satisfaction, while simultaneously enjoying the wonderful sensation of his penis going in and out of her mouth. It was such a contradiction that she felt both close and distant. Jim, on the other hand, couldn't take it anymore. He lost his balance and fell onto the sofa. He watched the elegant and sophisticated Shen Si giving him passionate oral sex, his erect penis moving in and out of her sexy mouth. This was a gift he had never imagined. When they met at the party, he noticed that Shen Si not only had beautiful eyes, but also a beautiful mouth. Her lips were slightly full, maintaining a certain level of sexiness, unlike Shu Qi's large, sausage-like lips which looked disgusting. But Jim couldn't have imagined that her beautiful mouth would be conquered by his penis so quickly. Shen Si's small mouth sucked on his hard penis, occasionally spitting it out. Her little tongue and pouting lips eagerly kissed every part of his genitals—penis, scrotum, glans. She then took it deep into her mouth, teasing Jim's glans with the tip of her tongue, gently sweeping it, sending shivers down his spine.

"Ah... Christie, so good, ah... baby, I can't take it anymore... lick it well, brother's big penis... brother will fuck you well later~" Jim, being licked by Shen Si, completely lost the demeanor of a high-level white-collar worker who had returned from overseas, and spoke rude and vulgar words with an accent from who-knows-where.

Hearing Jim's rude words, Shen Si felt disgusted. His gentlemanly manners vanished from her mind in an instant, and she lost interest. But Jim grabbed her head, clamped his legs around her body, and began frantically thrusting his erect penis into her mouth.

"Ugh...ugh..." Shen Si felt his large penis like an iron rod pounding into her mouth, causing excruciating pain. She desperately pushed against Jim's lower abdomen, trying to get him to let go, but Jim was nearing ejaculation, holding Shen Si's head tightly and thrusting his penis wildly. Each thrust reached right up to Shen Si's throat, making her feel nauseous. But Jim's strength was too great; she couldn't escape at all.

Jim moved his hips rapidly, like he was fucking a cunt, his huge penis thrusting in and out of Shen Si's mouth like a piston. Shen Si gagged repeatedly, her face contorting and turning red, devoid of her usual elegance and beauty. But Jim looked down at Shen Si, her mouth stuffed with his penis, and felt a sense of satisfaction at the sight of this proud and gentle white-collar worker suffering. He thrust his penis in and out quickly, until finally Jim couldn't take it anymore. With a low growl, he thrust his penis in with all his might, shoving it all the way into Shen Si's mouth. Shen Si was in excruciating pain. The hard penis pressed against her throat, filling her mouth and making it difficult to breathe. What disgusted her even more was that she felt the penis in her mouth twitch violently a few times, and felt the head of the penis spurt out hot, dirty, sticky fluid, all of it shooting into her mouth. With each spasm of the penis, spurts of semen shot into her mouth, carrying the slightly fishy smell of his penis and the salty, astringent taste of semen, like rice porridge with baking soda, making her feel utterly nauseous. Her ex-boyfriend had never given Shen Si oral sex before, and his penis was very beautiful, so she had always longed to suck a man's penis. But this time, her dream was shattered. Her mouth was filled with salty, astringent semen, making her feel extremely nauseous. Shen Si pushed the penis away and ran to the toilet to vomit.

It took her a while to finish vomiting. She rinsed her mouth and brushed her teeth repeatedly. Looking at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, her face flushed and eyes bloodshot, she thought about how she had just lost control and shamelessly given a man's penis. She wanted to slap herself a few times. How absurd, how unacceptable!

Jim pushed open the bathroom door and, seeing Shen Si's tear-streaked face, gently handed her a tissue. He switched to his gentle, considerate English-accented Chinese, "Christie, I'm sorry, it's my fault. You're too beautiful and so attractive. I couldn't control myself."

Shen Si glanced at his hard, erect penis, sticky and covered in her own saliva. The thought made her nauseous, and hearing his pretentious words made her even more disgusted. She cursed inwardly, "This isn't the time you were spouting those rural swear words earlier! Stop pretending!"

Shen Si pushed him away. Although this sex was for business, and she had given herself to him, the experience was too unpleasant, and she decided to end it.

Just as she was about to leave, Jim grabbed her hand from behind. "Christie, why are you leaving?"

"Let go of me, I don't feel right, I want to leave." She didn't want to argue anymore, but Jim pressed his strong body against her back. Feeling his firm pectoral muscles and the hard thing pressing against her buttocks made Shen Si feel both desire and disgust.

"Christie, we're not done yet, can't we finish what we started?"

Jim whispered in her ear from behind.

Christie was also in a dilemma. She really didn't want to continue with Jim, but what did this mean? She had given him oral sex and he ejaculated. Was it over or not? Was it once, half a time, or zero? Shen Si gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, shook off Jim's hand, and started taking off her clothes as she walked. When she reached the bed, she kicked off her shoes, lay naked on the bed, and then made the most unreserved and lewd move a prostitute would make—spreading her long legs wide, revealing her rotten vulva.

Actually, during this process, Jim's impression of Christie was also changing. At the party, Shen Si was so noble yet approachable. She had an elegant temperament and a gentle personality, yet she also had a resilience, like a fine abalone, smooth yet chewy. He had fantasized that such an excellent girl could be his wife. He knew that Shen Si was Jeff's mistress, but he hoped to make her his official wife through his connections.

Shen Si, standing over 1.7 meters tall, was slender yet shapely, her slight plumpness only accentuating her alluring curves without a hint of bulkiness—she was simply perfect. For a man, to have such a beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure, shapely hips, and long legs riding beneath him every night would be the greatest happiness.

Jim had painstakingly used his power to force Shen Si into submission, to offer her body for his pleasure. This was originally a tremendous sense of conquest; he wanted to play the part convincingly, using every trick in the book, employing both soft and hard tactics, leaving no stone unturned, until she feigned resistance, half-heartedly yielding, even resisting and allowing him to subdue her, before finally obtaining her body, pinning her beneath him, and inserting his victorious member into her most private paradise—that would be perfect. But what about today? After only a few teasing words, Shen Si had already taken out his penis and was giving him oral sex. Although it felt good, it lacked the feeling of conquest. Now, she had angrily stripped naked and gotten into bed. Although Shen Si's naked body was so white, beautiful, and slender, even more beautiful than he had imagined, the greasy, rotten vulva between her legs made him feel somewhat nauseous. Underneath the dark pubic hair, her labia were too thick, bulging between her legs like polyps. He even wondered if she was sick. Jim's impression of Shen Si changed from admiration to sexual desire, to the thought of "why not take advantage?"

So, Jim didn't waste any more words with her. "Turn around, stick your ass up, and kneel on the bed,"

he simply commanded.

Shen Si hadn't expected things to come to this. Although she had sex with Jim because of the advertisement, he was, after all, an excellent man. His temperament and speech were impeccable, he was very gentlemanly, and he had a strong body. The size of his penis was satisfactory, and it was also very beautiful. But in his excitement, Jim blurted out his thick, rustic dialect and swore, then gave her a blowjob, ruining her enjoyment of oral sex and leaving her somewhat disheartened. Now, Jim was coldly ordering her around like a prostitute, which angered her. In a huff, she rolled over, knelt on the bed, and stuck her large buttocks high in the air.

Jim stood naked behind her on the edge of the bed, holding Shen Si's round, beautiful buttocks—not thick, not bulky, but round, perky, and very elastic. Regardless, Shen Si's graceful figure still satisfied Jim. He held Shen Si's buttocks, gently caressing them, then guided his penis between her legs, the glans touching her vulva. Pushing open the vulva, she felt her penis being encased in a very similar, tightly wrapped pocket, before the glans finally touched the warm, moist flesh. Only then did Jim realize the exquisite beauty of Shen Si's pocket-like vulva.

He didn't hold back, grabbing Shen Si's buttocks and starting to fuck her. Watching his penis slide in and out between her legs, pulling on her labia as he withdrew, his penis quickly became wet. Shen Si was aroused by his fucking. Jim's penis was about the same length as Jeff's, but thicker. She was too familiar with Jeff's penis; so familiar that it no longer brought her pleasure. But when Jim's unfamiliar penis entered her cunt, it gave her great satisfaction.

Jim fucked Shen Si wildly, watching her long, alluring back, her slender waist, and her round, beautiful buttocks. She writhed ecstatically with each thrust, incredibly seductive. Just then, Shen Si's phone rang. She didn't want to answer, letting the shrill ringtone continue, but the phone kept ringing, affecting their mood. Jim stopped, panting, and said to Shen Si, "Christie, answer it." Shen Si, who had just become aroused by Jim's thrusting from behind, was interrupted. Annoyed, she picked up the phone, saw it was Jeff, pressed the hang-up button, put it on silent, and tossed it aside. She then stuck her big buttocks up, buried her head on the bed, and Jim restarted, huffing and puffing as he continued.

Shen Si's vaginal muscles were brought to their peak by Jim's increasingly intense thrusting and rubbing. She reached between her legs, frantically stroking her clitoris, and screamed as she climaxed. Almost simultaneously, Jim also thrust his penis deep into her body, ejaculating with a series of splattering sounds.

Exhausted, Jim wanted to sleep with Shen Si's smooth, naked body, but she refused. They agreed to meet the next day to sign a contract and discuss the collaboration, and Jim agreed.

After leaving, Shen Si called Jeff back, telling him she had been with Jim. They didn't say what they were doing together, but they understood each other perfectly.

Back home, Shen Si stripped naked and locked herself in the bathroom, letting the hot water wash over her body. She cried bitterly. She couldn't believe she had to sell her body for an advertisement. Remorsefully, she shoved the showerhead between her legs, letting the hot water wash away the man's filthy fluids left inside her. She attended the best school, was a top student, beautiful, elegant, and tall—everything was perfect. She should have had a loving husband and a fulfilling career. But now? She lived a cramped life in this small company, as the boss's mistress. Even worse, the boss would abandon her for advertising, forcing her to use her body in exchange—worse than prostitutes.

In the nights of Beijing, how many women sell their bodies for various reasons, only to fall into deep remorse after the pleasure? How many women betray their husbands to exchange their bodies for what they want? How many men hand over their wives' bodies to others in exchange for what they desire? If sexual intercourse, the possession of the body, is replaced by a life-or-death struggle, then the law of the jungle prevails everywhere in the city. Civilized society merely coats the evil nature with a veneer of hypocrisy; the form has changed, but the essence remains the same.

Jeff lay alone at home, wondering what Shen Si and Jim had done that day. Judging from Shen Si's tone, they had done everything. This made Jeff very upset. The feeling of his woman being taken advantage of by someone else was unbearable.

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