[Urban] Beijing Mixed Life (Complete) - 7-9

Chapter 14

It has to be said that the advertising deal Cheng Min gave Cao Shan truly saved him, not only financially but also by giving him freedom.

With this deal, Cao Shan became the top salesperson of the month. Although Bob didn't get a share of the commission, the department's overall performance improved, so Bob stopped paying much attention to Cao Shan.

Yang Fan brought Cao Shan a plate of grapes. Ever since Cao Shan closed the deal, her impression of him had improved considerably. She didn't exactly have romantic feelings for him; it was more of a friendly liking between peers. After all, in this company, even among peers, Yang Fan had no interest in those tasteless, boring, and even poorly groomed out-of-town salespeople with stinky feet, or like Bob, a vagrant and arrogant man who thought he had everything after achieving results. In contrast, Cao Shan was very individualistic, handsome, and different from them all.

Cao Shan politely declined Yang Fan's advances. He could feel Bob's piercing gaze behind him, and he didn't want trouble. Besides, he didn't have much affection for Yang Fan. Zhang Ning, Qu Yan, and Cheng Min—these three women had already taken over his mind and body.

Qu Yan had an appointment with a client and wanted to go with Cao Shan, but Cao Shan didn't want to go. Cheng Min was a woman Cao Shan was really wary of. He admitted that his abundant energy made it hard for him to refuse a woman's advances. What if it was Cheng Min again? He really didn't want to hurt Qu Yan again. Qu Yan's body fascinated him, but she was also a good woman he respected. That's why he didn't take advantage of her and pursue a further relationship. He also liked this ambiguous, unspoken relationship—both had lovers, yet they were still attracted to each other.

"No, Qu Yan, you go by yourself. I... I'll try to arrange a few appointments with clients. I can't always let you take care of me," Cao Shan said with a smile. Qu

Yan smiled and nodded, no longer insisting. She knew that the shadow cast on Cao Shan's heart by Cheng Min's order was far greater than the lost commission she had suffered. Cao Shan always felt he owed her something. Qu Yan didn't feel anything, but she also wanted the guy she admired to feel indebted to her; that feeling wasn't bad.

Cao Shan finally made an appointment with a client. Although it was just a book delivery, it was an important step towards success, and he wanted to complete it himself, without relying on Qu Yan. Qu Yan then went to meet the client alone.

Sitting on the bus, looking at the beautiful autumn scenery of Beijing outside the window—the autumn sky was clear and the clouds were light—Qu Yan was in a good mood. It was a real estate company. Although it wasn't a large company, being in this industry meant it had strong financial backing. She had previously contacted the advertising department, talking on the phone twice. When she went to deliver the books to discuss advertising intentions, the other party was lukewarm. She originally thought there was no chance, but unexpectedly, the other party informed her that the general manager would talk to her again.

This made the advertising intentions much clearer. The worst thing in sales is constantly contacting subordinates; without meeting the person in charge who makes the final decision, there's no hope. But if she could talk to the general manager, it would be a different story. I met that manager once before; his name is Xu Shaowei, also known as Andy. He seemed like a very cultured white-collar worker, in his thirties, a little over 1.7 meters tall, not tall but exuding competence. He looked a lot like Andy Lau, a very handsome middle-aged man, very charming and approachable. I arrived a little late last time, and we didn't discuss the advertising for long before it was noon.

Andy even treated her to lunch at the restaurant downstairs, which made her feel very good. Her only concern was why the general manager was being so enthusiastic towards her—was it a bit too much?

Andy sat in the bright and clean general manager's office, eagerly awaiting the female sales representative who would come to discuss the advertising. His encounter with Qu Yan was purely by chance. That day, he was returning to the company when he happened to run into Qu Yan after a meeting, saying goodbye to her colleagues in the marketing department. He was immediately attracted to Qu Yan's tall and robust figure. Qu Yan was wearing a white lace-collared shirt under a simple, round-neck business suit. Her two full breasts bulged out from the white shirt, forming proud and alluring peaks. She wore a black suit skirt, which made her look capable and elegant. But what attracted Andy was Qu Yan's large, round buttocks, like those of a Western woman, encased in the skirt. The fitted pencil skirt seemed a little small, just covering her irresistible waist and hip curves. Qu Yan was about 10 centimeters taller than him, and she was only wearing a pair of black mid-heel leather shoes. Between the shoes and the hem of her skirt, Andy's gaze fell upon Qu Yan's long, thick, fleshy legs. Her thighs were alright, just slightly muscular, but her calves were round and sturdy, encased in black stockings, which accentuated her vigorous femininity and possessed a powerful allure that attracted men.

The Qu Yan he saw through the glass that day was unforgettable. Tall and strong, Qu Yan wasn't unattractive either. Her thick eyebrows had been slightly manicured, with the ends arched upwards. Her large eyes were simply coated with mascara, making them appear more expressive. Her sexy lips were painted with a light lipstick, giving her a healthy and alluring look. Andy liked tall women, but he had never met one who completely satisfied him. The company had hired some tall girls, but the tallest was only around 1.75 meters, with 1.7 meters being the majority. These girls were all quite attractive, but they all had one thing in common: they were thin. Andy didn't particularly like thin girls; he preferred fuller, stronger, and taller women. His wife was indeed full-figured and slightly muscular, but unfortunately, her height wasn't quite to his liking—1.68 meters. In short, Qu Yan's appearance made him sigh, "I've been searching high and low, but it's like finding a needle in a haystack."

Later, he asked a colleague from the marketing department to arrange a meeting with Qu Yan. When they met, Qu Yan was still dressed the same, but her long, styled hair was now loose. Like many white-collar workers, she had a perm with big waves, which, although somewhat tacky, looked beautiful on her tall figure and exuded maturity and charm. He invited her to lunch, and he remembered Qu Yan's nervous and apprehensive expression when she heard he was going to have lunch with her, which gave him even more confidence.

Andy was a fairly settled man. His wife was the editor-in-chief of a magazine, capable yet gentle, with a good personality. He was also very satisfied with his wife's full, white, soft, and sexy body, whether it was her large breasts or her big buttocks, especially her thick, plump, white legs, which he liked even more. But, like many men, Andy always felt he could find someone better, a woman of higher caliber in his mind—Qu Yan was his perfect match.

That lunch was casual, and since it was their first meeting, Andy suppressed his lust and maintained a gentlemanly and refined demeanor. His witty and humorous manner made Qu Yan laugh several times. Her laughter was pure and sweet; her large eyes narrowed into slits when she smiled, and her dark eyebrows arched upwards—very beautiful. Andy did his best to leave Qu Yan with an impression of being approachable, capable, and intelligent. From his feedback, he sensed that Qu Yan respected and appreciated him, and that was enough.

Today, however, he wanted to test the waters further.

Bored, Andy opened a private folder on his computer, filled with photos of tall, muscular women. He couldn't resist reaching into his pants; he hadn't even worn underwear for today.

A moment later, a tall, slender, and beautiful female secretary knocked and entered, bowing to Andy and smiling as she said, "Mr. Xu, Miss Qu Yan is outside and says she has an appointment with you."

Andy leaned back in his executive chair and said lazily, "Okay, invite her in. By the way, Fang Bei, no one is allowed to enter during my meeting. Call my cell phone if it's urgent, okay?"

"Understood, Mr. Xu." The beautiful secretary withdrew. Andy watched her retreating figure, thinking she was perfect in every way, very beautiful, a rare beauty, with a slender waist, a pert bottom, and full breasts—a fantastic figure, but not voluptuous, and her legs were too thin. Although they were very long, much longer than the average girl's legs, making flat shoes look like heels, Andy didn't particularly like them because they were too thin. However, this didn't stop him and Fang Bei from occasionally flirting, both tacitly understanding each other.

A moment later, three knocks sounded at the door. "Come in." With Andy's call, Qu Yan timidly pushed open the door and entered. The general manager's office was decorated with dark solid wood furniture and was quite spacious. Combined with the heavy wooden doors, it gave off a dignified feel.

"Hello, Mr. Xu, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting."

Qu Yan walked in with an apologetic smile, and Andy immediately became excited. Qu Yan was dressed beautifully today, her long, wavy hair flowing over her shoulders, paired with large, eyeliner-lined eyes and red lipstick, making her look alluring and seductive. She wore a fitted black knit dress with a short-sleeved cardigan over it, a gold fashion belt cinching her waist, highlighting her rounded, taut waist and the sexy, full hips encased in the dress. Her thick, long legs were encased in flesh-colored, shimmering stockings, making her legs appear incredibly voluptuous and sexy. A pair of black high heels made Qu Yan appear to be over 1.8 meters tall, tall and sexy.

"Oh, welcome, welcome! Come, please sit down!"

Andy smoothed his hard penis and pressed it against his crotch, then stood up and led her to the reception area.

The two sat facing each other at opposite ends of the sofa. Qu Yan took out documents and the Yellow Pages, giving Andy a detailed explanation of the advertising effects. But Andy didn't hear a word; his attention was entirely on Qu Yan's body. Her dress today was stunning—a knitted fabric that accentuated her curvaceous figure. Her large, full breasts were incredibly sexy up close, swaying with the movement of her arms, looking absolutely wonderful to the touch. Qu Yan's lower body was even more alluring. Her thick legs, encased in shimmering stockings, appeared even more sensual. Although her calves were thick and round, they were long and slender, making her 1.78-meter height appear exceptionally long. Even though Qu Yan tried to keep her legs together, the glimpse of darkness deep within her thighs through the hem of her skirt still stirred up all sorts of fantasies.

"Mr. Xu, are you satisfied with the advertising results?"

Qu Yan finished her serious introduction and smiled as she looked up to ask Andy for his opinion. However, she found him staring at the gap between her legs at the hem of her skirt, which draped over the sofa, exposing a section of her thighs even higher. Her face flushed, and she quickly brought her legs closer together, changing her sitting posture.

Hearing Qu Yan's call, Andy also came to his senses and said somewhat awkwardly, "Hmm, not bad, Qu Yan. I really admire your professional attitude in doing business. Very good."

But he didn't continue to express his opinion. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "By the way, Qu Yan, do you remember when we had lunch together last time, and you told me about your classmate meeting a client with you?"

Qu Yan was taken aback, then remembered that Mr. Xu's friendliness had made her feel relaxed during the last meal. They chatted about the little things they encountered in doing business, and the conversation eventually turned to the advertisement that Cao Shan and Cheng Min had signed. It wasn't that Qu Yan was still hung up on that particular deal, but it had happened recently, and the speed and scale of the signing, along with the signing process and the rumors Bob brought back, all left her puzzled. So she told Andy about it.

"Oh, you mean that thing? It was just casual conversation. You see, I'd completely forgotten about it, but you remember?"

Qu Yan said with a smile, secretly touched that this high-level executive, a general manager, remembered what she had said. Of course, she admired him more than anything, because she felt that someone with his abilities must have a much better memory than her—that was one of the differences.

"Of course, you tend to remember more about people you pay attention to, interact with, or even like," Xu Shaowei said, leaning back on the sofa and shifting his gaze from Qu Yan's legs to her face. A hint of ambiguity flickered in his eyes.

Qu Yan, generally speaking, was a slightly slow-witted and somewhat oblivious girl. She didn't catch the hidden meaning in Xu Shaowei's words, but his enthusiastic gaze gave her a jolt, and Qu Yan nervously lowered her head, remaining silent.

Xu Shaowei then said, "Actually, the question you raised the other day was very good."

With that, he stood up and strolled to the glass curtain wall. His office was on the top floor of the building, overlooking Beijing. The bustling traffic and skyscrapers appeared exceptionally clear and bright in the crisp autumn air.

Facing the window, hands behind his back, he adopted a commanding air, saying profoundly, "Look, Beijing, the prosperous capital. What does it rely on to thrive? What drives its social, social, political, and economic ecosystem? What is Beijing's DNA? Finance, or business dealings like yours? Yes, but you are the carriers, not the DNA. DNA is people."

He then made a sweeping gesture, believing it would earn Qu Yan a little admiration. Indeed, that was the case. During their last meeting, Xu Shaowei's friendly and approachable demeanor had left a deep impression on Qu Yan. But this composed, calm, thoughtful, and decisive man was Xu Shaowei's true self, his most charming self. Qu Yan sat blankly on the sofa, waiting for what Andy would say next.

Andy continued, "The DNA of this society is people, so everything, in the final analysis, is about human relationships. People are often attracted to the opposite sex, which is why that female manager would ask male salespeople to sign contracts. Similarly, in your company, aren't there some female salespeople with excellent performance? Because this is a male-dominated society, and women benefit from the law of attraction between the sexes. Of course, giving and receiving are complementary."

Qu Yan listened quietly, finding Andy's words reasonable, yet seemingly unexplained. Her questions about Cao Shan's deal remained unresolved, or rather, she didn't know how to phrase her questions. She only felt something was amiss, but couldn't pinpoint what it was. But Qu Yan had a slight feeling that perhaps Andy was giving her some kind of hint. Especially from his excessive enthusiasm and the burning gaze he gave her, her suspicions were confirmed, making her somewhat nervous.

Andy then walked over from the window and took Qu Yan's hand. When Qu Yan's slender fingers touched Andy's thick, warm, dry palm, she felt a jolt, and instinctively pulled back, but immediately realized it was impolite, so she let him hold her hand. She was a woman with a man; what hadn't she done? Holding hands was nothing.

Andy pulled Qu Yan up from the sofa and led her to the glass window. Standing close to her, he spoke softly. "Look, every day, the streets of Beijing flow like a never-ending stream of blood vessels, and the entire city operates like a well-organized body. That's how it is as a whole, but not how each individual DNA works. A leader once said to Shi Chuanxiang, 'You're serving the people by cleaning up latrines, and I'm serving the people as chairman.' I think that's a bunch of delusional nonsense! Each of us DNA has to do more than just survive; we have to live better. Some people are born lucky, they're fortunate. But most people don't have such good fortune; they have to work hard to achieve it. Qu Yan, let me ask you, how do you work hard?"

Qu Yan was taken aback by the question. She couldn't understand why Andy seemed like a different person, spouting these grand principles. "If you think the Yellow Pages is a good media outlet, sign with them; if not, find another. Okay, there's no need to be so open and honest, like classmates discussing ideals and life in school." Qu Yan was completely confused. She thought for a moment and said, "I think striving means constantly improving yourself, working hard, and giving it your all, so that you won't have any regrets, regardless of success or failure."

Qu Yan answered like a primary school student.

Andy laughed at her flustered look and said, "Qu Yan, you're so cute." As he spoke, he casually moved around behind Qu Yan to the other side, and one hand naturally rested on her waist. Qu Yan felt the man's hand touching her, and coupled with the words "you're so cute," she tensed up and felt very uncomfortable. But Andy's hand didn't move around; it seemed more like a friendly gesture given the conversation had progressed to this point—intimate and natural. If Qu Yan moved away, she would feel too sensitive and misunderstand him. So, she didn't react and let Andy's hand rest intimately on her waist.

"Well, improving oneself is just the foundation of the struggle. It's not unimportant, but it's far from everything. The most important thing about striving is dedication. To accomplish anything, you need to understand the other party's needs and meet them in order to succeed. Qu Yan, regarding this advertising deal, our company will consider various factors when choosing media. Your Beijing Yellow Pages is also within our consideration, which is why we're discussing this together."

Andy hugged Qu Yan even tighter.

Qu Yan was being embraced by a client she had only met twice. Although the embrace was very gentlemanly, it still felt awkward. After listening to Andy's long, seemingly rambling explanation, he finally circled back to advertising. Qu Yan hurriedly asked, "Mr. Xu, do you think our Yellow Pages should be your final consideration for advertising?"

Andy smiled and said, "Qu Yan, this is the answer I wanted to give you. You may not have listened to what I said earlier, or you may not have understood it. Why was your last client snatched away by a young man who had just entered the industry? Because you're in advertising, he's in people. Come on, look out the window and listen to me."

Andy pointed to a distant view, then naturally stood behind her, close to her body, and said softly, almost hypnotically, "You always think about the relationship and needs between advertising clients and your Yellow Pages, but you don't know that such needs are like randomly picking a man and woman off the street to kiss—the probability is extremely low. But why do some people do so well in business, including your colleague? Because they not only understand the supply and demand at the product level, but also grasp people's needs. Do you understand? Now that you've come to me to talk about advertising, you need to understand my needs."

As Andy spoke, he tightly embraced her waist from behind. Qu Yan was extremely nervous. She felt a hard object pressing against her buttocks, and Andy was so close, pressed tightly against her. She grabbed Andy's arm to prevent his hands from moving, struggling slightly as she said, "Mr. Xu, I'm sorry, can we sit down and talk? I... I didn't know your needs,"

Qu Yan pleaded.

But Andy didn't budge. He pressed tightly against Qu Yan's body, his hard object pressing against her wide, soft buttocks. It felt good; Qu Yan was tall, half a head taller than him, and this sensation was very pleasurable for him. Andy suddenly grabbed Qu Yan's hand and pulled her arm even tighter, slowly saying, "Qu Yan, do you know? I like tall, big women. Not just tall, I don't even like models. They have to be strong and voluptuous, like you, big butt, big breasts, thick legs—such a beautiful body, you know? My need is you. As long as you give me what I need, I'll give you the advertising—full-page, half-page, full-page, anything is fine. The commission will be tens of thousands for you, not a small amount."

Qu Yan finally understood Andy's needs. No wonder he was so attentive to her; he had ulterior motives. Qu Yan was a little angry. She had never considered herself beautiful since childhood, her appearance was average. Because of her athletic training, she had always been strong, and she never thought she had a good figure. But Cao Shan liked her, and Andy, this successful man, also liked her. It was truly incomprehensible. And advertising—the commission for a full-page ad was no small amount; it could easily support her husband for a year. Thinking of Haibo, the joy of seeing the woman's beauty and the allure of the advertisement were all forgotten. She desperately tried to pull her hand away, twisting her tall, strong body in resistance, saying, "Mr. Xu, please let me go, I have a boyfriend."

Andy laughed upon hearing this. Not only did he not let go, but he also began to grope Qu Yan's body, laughing and saying, "Boyfriend? What's a boyfriend? My secretary has changed boyfriends one after another, but she's still devoted to me. Let alone a boyfriend, so what if you're married? How many married people don't have affairs? Qu Yan, you're in the early stages of your personal development, making money is more important than love. Don't be fooled by your vows, they won't last. You should consider my needs."

As he spoke, Andy went even further, actually grabbing her breast with one hand and reaching under her skirt with the other, grabbing her large buttocks.

Qu Yan never expected Andy to sexually harass her. She screamed and twisted her body to get rid of him, but Andy was strong, making it impossible for her to move.

"Mr. Xu, please, let me go! I really, really can't meet your needs. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not doing the advertising anymore. Let me go, let me go!"

Qu Yan struggled desperately, pleading.

"Why not? You can do whatever you want! Advertising isn't easy. Since you're already here, don't leave. Qu Yan, you're so tall and strong, this big ass, let me have my fill. Once I'm satisfied, we'll sign the contract right away!"

Andy became even more brazen, rolling Qu Yan's tight skirt up to her waist and reaching between her legs.

Qu Yan was terrified, feeling a sharp pain in her lower body. Andy was actually trying to tear her stockings and use his fingers to poke at her genitals. She struggled free and tried to run away in a panic, but her high heels gave her the upper hand, and she fell to the ground.

Andy was overjoyed. He practically pounced on Qu Yan from behind. Qu Yan, as if escaping death, no longer cared about her elegance; she only wanted to escape this den of lechery who had been harassing her. She struggled to crawl towards the door, but this played right into Andy's hands. Qu Yan's skirt was already lifted up to her waist, exposing her large, round, and plump buttocks. Andy was extremely excited. He grabbed her panties and, using the momentum of her crawling forward, ripped them off with a "rip." Qu Yan knelt on the ground, her large, round, white buttocks exposed.

Andy pounced on Qu Yan like a hungry tiger, almost simultaneously pulling out his already rock-hard penis. He grabbed her writhing waist and, using the momentum, thrust forward. Qu Yan screamed as Andy's penis slid perfectly into her vagina.

"Pfft..." "Ah..."

Qu Yan and Hai Bo's sex life was very unhappy. Although she was disgusted and scared by Andy's teasing, she was already wet down there. But Andy's strength was too great, and Hai Bo didn't properly explore Qu Yan's cunt at all. This thrust was quite forceful.

Andy's penis was not small, about 16 or 17 centimeters long, and it was thick with a large glans, like a big mushroom. When the big penis went in, Andy felt his glans being tightly wrapped by very tight flesh walls. Only women who don't have sex often have that kind of tightness. He felt extremely happy. And Qu Yan? Before Andy, her only man was Hai Bo. His small penis, about 5 or 6 centimeters long, was like a finger stick. How could it compare to the crazy thing behind him? For the first time, her narrow vagina received such a magnificent penis. When that iron rod-like shaft pierced her body, Qu Yan felt for the first time the true strength and majesty of a man. The huge shaft filled her vagina, the large glans pressing deeply against the deepest part of her vaginal walls. The immense physiological satisfaction made her shudder involuntarily.

But the pleasure of being fucked from behind lasted only a fraction of a second. Qu Yan was a loyal woman. Seeing that she had been violated, she broke down. She screamed and twisted her body. She didn't know where the strength came from, but when she stood up, she was thrown away by Andy. Then, in a panic, she grabbed a coffee table and smashed it at Andy without thinking.

There was a scream of pain as Andy was hit. He writhed on the ground in pain, but Qu Yan didn't care about anything else. She frantically pulled up her underwear, pulled down her skirt, and fled the company almost like a sprinter, leaving only the astonished gaze of the beautiful female secretary named Fang Bei behind.

Qu Yan frantically pressed the elevator button. Once inside, as the elevator slowly descended, she felt a slight sense of relief. A wave of grievance, terror, and the humiliation of being violated washed over her. She couldn't bear to think about the sinful swelling in her lower body just now; it almost made her faint. Her hands trembled as she pulled out her phone.

She dialed Hai Bo's number, then immediately hung up. Calling him like this would surely arouse Hai Bo's suspicion. She couldn't lie to him; what would she say if he asked?

Qu Yan was going crazy. She stared at the screen like a madwoman, scrolling through her contacts, and finally dialed Cao Shan.

"Hey, Cao Shan, where are you?"

Qu Yan had never spoken to Cao Shan so loudly, so frantically, so desperately, making Cao Shan pause on the other end of the line.

"Qu Yan, where are you? What's wrong?"

Cao Shan sensed something was wrong with her tone.

"I'm downstairs at the client's building I met today, yes, that building, are you nearby? Cao Shan, come over here, please keep me company. I, I..."

Hearing that Cao Shan was nearby, Qu Yan's tense nerves relaxed instantly, and she couldn't help but cry out at the building entrance. She felt so wronged.

"Hey, hey, Qu Yan, what's wrong? Don't cry, I'm coming right away, right away."

When Cao Shan hurriedly hailed a taxi and arrived at the building, he saw Qu Yan running towards him with tears streaming down her face. Like a long-lost lover, she hugged him tightly and cried loudly, "Cao Shan, I don't want to live anymore!" Cao Shan was stunned

. Seeing that the people around them were staring at them, he quickly put Qu Yan into the taxi and told the driver to drive anywhere.

Qu Yan had finally escaped the tiger's den and found someone to rely on. She buried her face in Cao Shan's chest and sobbed like a little woman.

"Qu Yan, Qu Yan, what's wrong?"

Cao Shan didn't know any of this, but he knew that she had suffered a great injustice.

"I, I, I..." Qu Yan sobbed, unable to speak coherently. "This client is a pervert, he, he molested me! Waaah..."

Thinking of how he had defiled her body, Qu Yan cried even harder.

Qu Yan then tearfully recounted her ordeal with Andy, omitting the part about Andy's penis being inside her.

Cao Shan was furious after hearing Qu Yan's story. He cursed, "Damn it! We can't let this bastard get away with this! Does he think he's above the law just because he has a little money? No way! Get Haibo and Jianguo, beat him up!"

"No, no, we can't let Haibo know, we can't! Otherwise, I'm finished, he'll definitely leave me. Ugh..."

Qu Yan quickly grabbed his arm, crying and begging loudly.

"Damn it! Is that all? Damn it, Qu Yan, Haibo doesn't want you, but I do..."

Cao Shan hugged Qu Yan's tall, voluptuous body tightly, speaking passionately. He genuinely felt that Qu Yan was quite good, and he felt it more and more. Just the fact that he could have sex with such a big, fat ass and such a sexy, tall body every day was enough.

"What use am I to you? What use am I to you! I want Haibo!"

Qu Yan cried, hitting him. Actually, her hitting was full of gratitude and love, but in this particular unusual situation, it had to be expressed in an unusual way.

The taxi circled the Fourth Ring Road more than twice until Qu Yan calmed down, then she paid the driver and he took her home. She then strolled off to find Jianguo to go home with her.

Qu Yan gratefully kissed Cao Shan hard on the cheek and said, "Thank you!"

before leaving.

Qu Yan was grateful that Cao Shan appeared when she needed him most, grateful that he didn't take advantage of her, and grateful for his thoughtfulness in avoiding going home with her and making Haibo jealous. Sitting in the taxi, Qu Yan wondered why she trusted Cao Shan so much. He didn't seem like a man she could rely on at all, but every time something happened, she didn't look for Haibo, but for him. A sliver of sweetness stirred within Qu Yan's bitter heart. She even thought that Cao Shan had repeatedly helped her, encouraged her, reassured her, and allowed her to confide in him. Her affection for Cao Shan grew daily. She even thought that if she had another chance to offer herself to him outside of Hai Bo, she would completely surrender her tall, strong, voluptuous, sexy, and fair-skinned body to him, letting him do as he pleased, even if his large penis hurt her terribly. She wanted to repay him.

Andy? He was only one step away from victory, but it all came to nothing. He was still terrified thinking about it. How could such a tall woman have such strength? Luckily, he missed; if he had hit her squarely, he would have been ruined. However, Andy's desire for Qu Yan only intensified because of this incident. He had to have sex with Qu Yan because she was a 100% virgin.

Andy returned home, and his wife, Chu Yue, had just arrived, not yet having changed her shoes or clothes. Chu Yue, just turned 30 this year, is already the editor-in-chief of a magazine. Although not considered a beauty, her refined and scholarly demeanor gives her a gentle and graceful air. She's from the South, with deep-set eyes, large eyes, a small nose, and slightly full, sensual lips—all contributing to her attractive appearance. As for her figure, at 168cm tall and weighing over 140 pounds, she's on the voluptuous side. She wore a large, oversized shirt that extended past her hips, paired with tight black capri leggings. Her full, high breasts and round, plump buttocks were partially concealed by the shirt, while her thick, round, white legs, tightly encased in the leggings, were exposed. Andy loved his wife's body, especially her large buttocks and thick, fleshy legs—thicker than most women's, with round calves even thicker than Qu Yan's. He loved to carry his wife on her thick legs and fuck her big, horny pussy.

Andy prefers women taller than himself, so this is his only complaint about his wife. But today, Chu Yue is wearing heels that are at least ten centimeters high, making her look truly stunning and tall like a mature woman. Andy was embarrassed by Qu Yan that afternoon, unable to vent his lust. Seeing his wife, tall and slender in heels, Andy couldn't resist. He hugged his wife's waist from behind, his hard penis pressing against her plump, upturned buttocks through his pants, gently swaying and rubbing it from side to side. He really enjoyed rubbing his wife's buttocks like this.

"Wife, you look so beautiful today," Andy said, his hands sliding down between Chu Yue's legs. He felt something warm and damp between her legs, unsure if it was sweat soaking through her knitted leggings.

But his wife wasn't cooperating with his advances. She gently pulled away his arms, took off her shirt and hung it on the hanger, then, with one hand on the wall, lifted one of her thick legs to take off her high heels. Andy quickly grabbed his wife's leg, saying, "Honey, could you... not take off your high heels?"

Chu Yue looked at him puzzled, then smiled and said, "Shaowei, are you alright? You seem a bit off today. Try wearing high heels all day? You'll be exhausted."

With that, she kicked off her high heels and shuffled into the house in her slippers. Seeing that his wife suddenly looked much shorter, Xu Shaowei was a little disappointed.

"I like the way you look in high heels, it would be better if you were taller than me,"

Xu Shaowei said with a sly grin, looking at his wife's thick, white legs.

"Stop it, let go. Be content. Was I like this before? I was at least slim, but you like curvy figures, so I stopped working out and ate high-calorie foods. You like thick legs, so I exercised. People slim their calves, but I bulked them up. Now I'm so embarrassed to go out. I'm living only for you. As for my height, you'll have to make do. I can't work that out." With that, she went into the bedroom, took off her bra that had been constricting her all day, and changed into a nightgown.

"What are we having for dinner?"

Chu Yue called from the bedroom.

"Anything's fine," Xu Shaowei said, sitting on the sofa and turning on the TV.

"What happened to your arm?"

Chu Yue asked.

"Oh, nothing. The coffee table in my office broke, but thankfully I wasn't seriously injured." He was still shaken thinking about how Qu Yan had grabbed the broken glass from the coffee table and smashed it at him after he had molested her that afternoon.

The two ordered takeout, ate, watched TV together for a while, and then each went to a study and a living room, using their laptops to go online.

In his study, Xu Shaowei secretly opened the Tall Women's Forum deep in his bookmarks. People often posted photos of tall women there, and he was mesmerized by them. But his mind kept drifting to Qu Yan's tall and curvaceous figure. None of these women satisfied him as much as Qu Yan.

In the living room, Chu Yue first opened the websites of several luxury brand stores, then started a forum where many young men were posting lewd comments, saying many explicit things, and most of them preferred mature women. Chu Yue blushed as she read about the young men saying things like wanting to have sex with their mothers and wanting to hug older women's big butts and fuck them hard. She also envied the young men's boundless energy. Her husband wasn't incapable; she was quite satisfied with him in many ways—his technique was good, and he was well-endowed—but as an older couple, they lacked passion. Of course, as a woman with some fame in the industry, Chu Yue didn't dare to go overboard. She imagined these young men with their alluring, youthful bodies, but she was also restless; they might be a ticking time bomb, and she didn't want to risk it.

After midnight, Xu Shaowei finished showering, lay down on the bed, and specifically reminded his wife to wear high heels later.

A moment later, Chu Yue came out in her bathrobe after showering. Seeing this, Xu Shaowei jumped off the bed, grabbed the prepared red high heels, easily 15 centimeters high, and impatiently urged, "Wife, hurry up and put on those high heels!" Chu Yue was very unhappy, pouting and saying, "Why bother with all this nonsense when we're an old married couple? Will I really be taller than you just because I'm wearing high heels? You pervert!"

Chu Yue scolded playfully, but still complied with her husband's request and put on the fiery red high heels.

Xu Shaowei saw that his wife had grown much taller, and couldn't help but look up at her. His penis instantly hardened. He panted heavily and pulled off Chu Yue's bathrobe, revealing her snow-white, mature body.

Chu Yue was a voluptuous, even slightly plump woman. Her arms were round, her waist was round, and she even had a little bit of fat on her lower abdomen. Her two large breasts were exceptionally full and slightly sagging; if squeezed together, a man could easily insert his entire penis into them during a breastjob. Like many young women, Chu Yue's buttocks were large and plump, the thick flesh jiggling with every movement of her legs. Chu Yue was pleased that her husband was a man who appreciated fuller figures, and he cherished her slightly overweight body, allowing her to avoid the need for dieting like other women. However, her biggest dissatisfaction, even her shame, lay in her legs—extremely thick, veritable elephant legs. Although they were very white, every time she saw her round, chubby legs in the mirror, especially her calves, she felt constantly bothered. Her thighs were already thick enough, but her calves were almost the same thickness, making it almost impossible for her to wear skirts year-round.

But tonight, wearing those 15-centimeter high heels, her husband seemed to like her thick legs even more. Xu Shaowei passionately embraced Chu Yue's plump, fair, naked body, licking her from top to bottom—first her mouth, earlobes, neck, breasts, then her lower abdomen, mons pubis. Finally, Xu Shaowei gripped Chu Yue's thick, round, and muscular calves, which were taut from wearing high heels, and knelt in front of her, tilting his head back to lick her genitals, arousing Chu Yue to extreme excitement.

It was rare for the two to maintain their attraction after several years of marriage, but being husband and wife, their lovemaking remained relatively traditional. Xu Shaowei pressed Chu Yue down, aimed his erect penis at his wife's wet, hairy vulva, and forcefully thrust it inside.

"Ah..."

Chu Yue wrapped her thick legs around Xu Shaowei, letting out a satisfied moan.

Xu Shaowei was frantically fucking his voluptuous wife, Chu Yue's snow-white body undulating with each thrust, her large breasts and rounded belly trembling wildly. Xu Shaowei saw his wife's genitals quickly become wet, secreting copious amounts of vaginal fluid, proving her satisfaction with his penis, which pleased him greatly. He then fucked her even harder.

Xu Shaowei buried his head in Chu Yue's large breasts, while Chu Yue pushed her full breasts from both sides, burying her husband's face in them. As he fucked, Xu Shaowei fantasized about the saleswoman Qu Yan, whose breasts were similar to his wife's. He wondered if fucking her was just as pleasurable, and how those long, straight, white legs would be incredibly satisfying!

Xu Shaowei fantasized about Qu Yan while fucking his wife. He straightened up, excitedly hoisting his wife's thick legs onto his shoulders, but upon lifting them, he realized that although his wife was wearing high heels, the length of her legs couldn't be changed; they still didn't look long and slender, which disappointed him. He then returned to the original position and began thrusting forcefully.

Perhaps influenced by his wife's less-than-long legs, Xu Shaowei felt his penis wasn't performing well, so he sped up his thrusting. This haste led to his ejaculation in less than ten minutes.

Exhausted, Xu Shaowei climbed off his wife's panting, naked body, lay on the bed, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. The smoke made Chu Yue cough.

"Ugh, you always smoke after we're done. It's choking me!"

Chu Yue complained, rolling off the bed, spreading her plump legs and bracing them against the edge. She picked up a tissue and wiped her semen-filled genitals.

Looking at his wife's white, plump figure, sexy buttocks, and alluring body, Xu Shaowei casually asked, "Hey, Chu Yue, do you know about a Yellow Pages ad called Beijing Yellow Pages?"

"Yeah, our company has several," Chu Yue replied nonchalantly.

"How's that ad? Our company's planning to do it," Xu Shaowei's thoughts drifted back to Qu Yan.

"I don't know, but I've heard she's good. Our company employee, Li Jing, that talkative Beijing woman you mentioned, I heard her husband works in the Beijing Yellow Pages, and he's supposedly a manager."

Chu Yue said while wiping her vulva.

Xu Shaowei thought of Li Jing. Her figure was similar to Chu Yue's, slightly plump, with fair skin, but she wasn't as tall as Chu Yue, probably under 1.65 meters. She wasn't pretty either, with a round face and puffy eyes. Although he couldn't remember her looks, he remembered her mouth. So talkative, always chattering away, quite annoying.

Thinking of this, Xu Shaowei chuckled and said, "Doesn't she drive her husband crazy with all this talking?" "Maybe everyone has their own taste. Like you, you like me so fat, making me unhealthy at all. Okay, let's sleep." Saying this, she got into bed, turned off the light, and snuggled into her husband's blankets for another round of cuddling.

Chu Yue and Xu Shaowei's sex life was relatively harmonious, but the passion of the past was gone. Although there was still pleasure, it lacked stimulation. Today, her husband didn't perform very well; she ejaculated before reaching orgasm, leaving her feeling restless. She couldn't help but clamp her legs around her husband's, rubbing her vulva against his leg hair, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Meanwhile, in the northern suburbs, another girl lay beside her boyfriend, also unable to sleep. Qu Yan looked at Hai Bo sleeping beside her and couldn't help but sigh. He was working too hard; he hadn't closed a deal for over a month, the pressure was immense, and he was constantly running around to clients. It was exhausting. Hai Bo didn't even notice Qu Yan's unusual behavior when he got home. His girlfriend had almost been raped by a client, and he hadn't even noticed. This made Qu Yan somewhat annoyed. Thinking about how stubborn and inflexible Hai Bo was in sales, she was also anxious. But then she thought, if her boyfriend was like Cao Shan, relying on sleeping with clients to close deals, she would never forgive him. But what about herself? Was she going to get this big deal by selling her body?

No! Qu Yan immediately gave an answer.

But then she thought of Cao Shan. Since what happened that afternoon, she found herself trusting and relying on Cao Shan more than Hai Bo, which left her somewhat bewildered and confused. She didn't know why, but that's just how it was. She wondered, since she trusted Cao Shan so much, and he had helped her so much, if she only cheated once, would she give herself to him? Thinking of this, Qu Yan felt another itch in her lower abdomen, and a warm current surged through her.

But Qu Yan's determination was not put into action. It wasn't that Cao Shan didn't need her, but that Zhang Ning had completely dispelled her thoughts about Cao Shan.

Chapter 15

Today, Cao Shan was extremely depressed.

He had met a client from the business card that Jian Guo had given him before. He was initially very interested, but his introduction wasn't very smooth, which made the client somewhat dissatisfied. After Bob found out, he met the client with him again. But unexpectedly, Bob snatched his client away and even signed a contract, truly tricking him.

Cao Shan angrily confronted Bob, arguing that this was the first advertisement he had secured on his own and demanding why Bob had stolen the deal. Unexpectedly, Bob shamelessly accused Cao Shan of incompetence, claiming the client only signed the contract because of him, and even mocked Cao Shan for also stealing Qu Yan's client, implying they were evenly matched and Cao Shan shouldn't feel aggrieved. Cao Shan swallowed his anger, but didn't want to openly confront Bob, so he forced himself to downplay the situation.

Cao Shan was smoking silently in the smoking area when Tang Jing came over for a smoke. Seeing his angry expression, she asked, "What's wrong, handsome? Why are you so angry? Who are you arguing with?"

"Who the hell am I arguing with? That idiot Bob! He stole my client and then said I was incompetent. Damn it, I spent so much effort almost getting it done, and he had to interfere, forcing me to sign the contract with someone else! Damn it! All my work was for nothing!"

Cao Shan cursed angrily.

"Come on, take it easy. It's only natural for managers to steal salespeople's orders, especially that bastard Bob. Do you know how he became a manager? It's shady. He squeezed out his colleagues who came to the company at the same time, and then stole their orders, filled up a cover, and that's how he became a manager. Fine, consider it a New Year's bonus."

"Damn it! I'll burn some paper money for him sometime."

Cao Shan cursed. This incident had greatly affected him, and he had no mood to go out and find clients anymore. He asked Tang Jing, "Hey, what's up? Didn't you say you had a drum and vinyl records? I'm going to come over to your place. I'm not in the mood to stay here."

Tang Jing saw his angry look and smiled, saying, "Do you think I'm one of you salespeople? I have to work regular hours, unlike you who can just leave whenever you want."

"Aren't we in the same team? We told them the client has more revision requests. Let's go. Do you want to stay at the company? Come on, I'll treat you to dinner later."

Tang Jing's small eyes darted around, she thought for a moment, and said, "Okay!"

Tang Jing was from Beijing, but for convenience, she rented an apartment near the company, just a ten-minute walk away. When Cao Shan entered Tang Jing's room, he exclaimed, "This is exactly what I wanted!"

It was a long, narrow room. To the left of the entrance was a sofa, and to the right was a TV cabinet with a stereo system, including a CD player, amplifier, and turntable! A shelf full of CDs surrounded the room, and two large boxes of vinyl records lay on the floor. By the window, to the right was a comfortable single tatami mat, and to the left was a drum set.

"Wow, that's awesome! Definitely an artsy type!"

Cao Shan exclaimed in admiration.

"It's alright, just my hobby. I found these online, they didn't cost much," Tang Jing said casually.

"Find me a set sometime, it's so cool. You listen to vinyl?" Cao Shan said enviously.

"Just messing around, wanna listen?"

Tang Jing turned on the stereo, picked out a Bossa Nova record, placed it on the turntable, gently adjusted the tonearm, and placed the stylus on the vinyl record. A few super-retro stylus-grinding sounds followed, and then elegant, soothing music began, captivating the listener.

The two chatted while listening to the record, eventually falling silent and listening quietly. Cao Shan and Tang Jing acted like buddies. Cao Shan reclined on Tang Jing's tatami mat, comfortably listening to the songs on the record.

Tang Jing didn't treat him like an outsider either. She went out to change her clothes. She didn't like wearing her outdoor clothes home, so she changed into a loose-fitting t-shirt and trendy retro-style round-edged striped shorts, the kind of old-fashioned athletic shorts.

Then she shuffled back into the house in slippers, buried herself on the sofa, and comfortably listened, hugging her legs.

Cao Shan listened, glancing at Tang Jing every now and then. A ray of sunlight filtered through the trees and fell on her. Although she wasn't pretty and her figure wasn't great, this outfit was still quite alluring to Cao Shan, a bachelor. Tang Jing's long, slender hair hung down, and her full breasts were faintly visible through her loose t-shirt. Tang Jing crossed her legs, hugging her calves as she leaned against the sofa, her bare legs exposed to Cao Shan's view. Although they weren't long and were rather thick, her bare legs were so white and tender, still very attractive. Especially from her tight shorts that covered her buttocks, revealing Tang Jing's wide, plump hips and the slight bulge between her legs, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

Cao Shan shook his head violently, cursing inwardly, "Damn, I'm really being indiscriminate. I'm even starting to think about someone like Tang Jing. Tang Jing is a nice person, but her figure and looks are really nothing special."

After listening to a record, Tang Jing got up to change it, and suddenly cried out, "Ouch!" and fell off the sofa.

Cao Shan rushed over to help her up, asking with concern, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

Tang Jing grimaced as she sat back on the sofa, but just as she tried to straighten her leg, another sharp pain shot through her. "Ouch, I'm cramping! Quick, help me straighten my leg."

Cao Shan quickly lifted Tang Jing's leg, held her ankle, and pushed her toes forward with his other hand. "Ouch, it hurts so much!" Tang Jing clutched her long, white leg, crying out in pain. Cao

Shan straightened it two or three times before the cramp subsided, then massaged Tang Jing's leg.

That day, he had invited Tang Jing to his place, and Hai Bo had told him that Tang Jing, apart from her short legs, had a figure very similar to Qu Yan's, so he had started paying extra attention to her, and it really did look like her. Qu Yan had long legs, while Tang Jing's legs were slightly shorter, but their upper bodies were similar—both were the tall and muscular type, with broad shoulders, full breasts, a tucked-in abdomen, and a wide, plump bottom. He held Tang Jing's bare legs, gently stroking them. He looked at her firm, white calves, thick and round, somewhat similar to Qu Yan's legs. He saw Tang Jing's face flushed with pain, her full breasts rising and falling with her breath, and his heart was in turmoil.

Cao Shan was like a man possessed, drawn to Tang Jing's body. Originally, he had no romantic feelings for Tang Jing, but being single, he was young and vigorous with unfulfilled desires. He saw even sows as beauties, and everyone was like Maggie Cheung if their faces were covered. Moreover, he increasingly noticed that Tang Jing's figure resembled Qu Yan's—full breasts, a large bottom, and thick thighs. Somehow, his desire for Qu Yan's body transferred to Tang Jing.

He tried his best to control himself, but he could still hold Tang Jing's large, round, white legs, and her shorts were almost completely exposed. Up close, the curves of her buttocks and vulva were even more pronounced, tightly encased in the shorts.

"Ah..."

Tang Jing let out a groan of exquisite pleasure from the pain. Tang Jing wasn't pretty, but her voice was exceptionally beautiful, and this groan completely overwhelmed Cao Shan.

Before he even understood what was happening, he pounced on Tang Jing's body like a hungry wolf. He frantically buried his head in Tang Jing's neck, kissing her passionately, and reached into Tang Jing's t-shirt—she wasn't wearing a bra! He grabbed her full, firm breasts and kneaded them forcefully. He discovered that Tang Jing's two cute little nipples were already hard.

"No... Cao Shan... what are you doing..."

Tang Jing was terrified by Cao Shan's actions, screaming and struggling to break free.

But Cao Shan became even more aggressive, lifting Tang Jing's t-shirt, her two large white breasts captivating him. He buried his face in them and kissed them wildly. Tang Jing had almost never had a boyfriend growing up; all the boys treated her like one of the guys. And it was true, she wasn't pretty—small eyes, small mouth, small nose, and her face was even a little crooked. Her figure wasn't good either; she had a big butt and thick thighs. She was supposed to be over 1.7 meters tall, but with her legs, she only looked about 1.65 meters. She was at an age where her heart was fluttering with desire, but no boy was interested in her body. Every night, in the quiet of the night, the artificial penis hidden under her mattress was her "husband"

serving her. Now, unexpectedly, she was pinned down by the sexually voracious Cao Shan. To be honest, Tang Jing had feelings for Cao Shan, but she never dared to hope that he would have any improper thoughts about her. She even somewhat longed for Cao Shan to do something to her, but when the moment came, she was at a loss, instinctively struggling.

But for a girl like Tang Jing, being pinned down by a boy and feeling his burning desire was an uncontrollable and wonderful experience. Besides, Cao Shan was licking her breasts, making her feel numb and itchy.

Gradually, Tang Jing gave up resisting. Her mind went blank, not because she wanted to accept Cao Shan's ravaging, but because she didn't know what to do. Her mind was so blank that she even forgot how to resist.

Tang Jing gently held Cao Shan's head, letting her kiss her body, her body limp. "No... ah... no..."

Tang Jing was still crying out, but her actions no longer resisted.

Cao Shan, like a beast in heat, almost violently ripped off Tang Jing's shorts, pulling them down to her knees along with her underwear. Looking at Tang Jing's beautiful hips, he became even more frenzied. Tang Jing's hips were wide, and her waist was soft and delicate, so the curves of her waist and hips, from contracted to open, exuded a very feminine, rounded beauty. Especially her high, rounded mons pubis, with its plump pads and sparse brown pubic hair, revealed the pure side of her untouched virgin territory.

Cao Shan held Tang Jing's two thick, white thighs, lifting them upwards. He could clearly see Tang Jing's plump, white, wide, and tender buttocks, and a faint smudge of black between her snow-white legs. Tang Jing was pinned down, watching helplessly as her legs were raised in front of her; Cao Shan must have seen her bare buttocks and private parts. Her snow-white, full body trembled slightly, whether from nervousness or excitement, she didn't know. She closed her eyes, wondering if she was going to lose her virginity to Cao Shan today.

But what seemed like a natural progression was disrupted by a phone call. Just then, Cao Shan's phone rang. He was about to bury his head in Tang Jing's plump buttocks to lick her vulva, but the phone call made him dejectedly climb off Tang Jing. However, seeing the number on the screen, he was both happy and nervous. He quickly got up, grabbed the phone, and left the room.

"Hey, Ning, why did you think of calling me?"

It was Zhang Ning's call.

"Hmph, can't I call you for no reason? What are you doing? You look so out of breath," Zhang Ning said coquettishly on the other end of the phone.

"Nothing, nothing, I just saw your call and rushed out to answer it," Cao Shan thought of his absurd behavior earlier, and of Tang Jing, whom he had stripped naked, still in the room, and cursed himself for being so despicable.

"Heh, you're afraid someone will hear you answering my call? Do you have a female colleague you like at work?" Zhang Ning teased.

"No, no. How could that be?" Cao Shan wiped the sweat from his forehead. He thought to himself, what kind of person am I? I'm worse than a pig or a dog.

"By the way, I'm in Beijing right now."

Zhang Ning's words stunned Cao Shan.

After a long pause, Zhang Ning finally said, "Ah? Is that so?" She had originally wanted to surprise Cao Shan, but hearing his mumbled reply, she felt a pang of disappointment and a lack of joy. She said, "Our company is coming to Beijing to reconcile accounts. We're going back to Dalian tomorrow. If it's inconvenient for you, I can stay at a hotel."

"No, no, I'm just happy, so happy!"

Cao Shan was completely overwhelmed with happiness, forgetting all about Tang Jing, whom he had stripped naked. "I'll pick you up right away."

Hanging up the phone, Cao Shan went inside and saw that Tang Jing had already put her clothes back on. He felt a wave of shame.

"Who was that? Your girlfriend?"

Tang Jing asked casually.

"Yes," Cao Shan replied, head down, like a child who had done something wrong. "She's in Beijing. She asked me to pick her up." Cao Shan didn't dare look at Tang Jing. He had been so despicable, stripping her naked and trying to rape her, but then he ignored her after receiving her call. Unexpectedly, Tang Jing smoothed her long hair, chuckled, and said, "Then hurry up and go, don't keep them waiting." Cao Shan looked at Tang Jing gratefully, suddenly finding her too gentle, too considerate, too generous, and even pleasing to the eye. "But, I, I, just now, just now..." Cao Shan wished he could disappear like a local deity.

"Just now? Weren't we listening to vinyl records? Nothing happened."

Tang Jing spread her hands, feigning nonchalance.

"Thank you!"

Cao Shan hugged Tang Jing tightly, gratefully, and rushed out to pick up Zhang Ning.

Hearing the door slam shut, Tang Jing couldn't help but shed tears. She felt humiliated, heartbroken, and disappointed. She hadn't expected Cao Shan to have such improper thoughts about her, and even more so, she hadn't expected him to give up on her so easily. Tang Jing thought regretfully, when will she be able to give up her virginity?

Cao Shan hailed a taxi and sped to Zhang Ning's hotel. On the way, he called Jianguo and Haibo, but not Qu Yan, thinking it would be better for Haibo and Qu Yan to tell her. They agreed to have a big dinner that evening to welcome Zhang Ning back.

After picking her up, the car drove north, from bustling city streets to desolate landscapes. The further they went, the colder Zhang Ning felt. She hadn't expected Cao Shan to live so far from the school, so far away, completely lacking the atmosphere of Beijing. In her imagination, since Cao Shan had made money, he should be living the life of Beijing, even if it was just in an old, run-down neighborhood, surrounded by Beijingers, chatting and gossiping in a Beijing accent. Even if it wasn't some old man with a grape trellis, a fish tank, and a birdcage, he should at least feel the atmosphere of Beijing. In any case, she couldn't accept living in such a dirty and chaotic environment with a bunch of migrant workers. She couldn't help but wonder: Had Cao Shan really made money?

Could he really keep his promise? If she came to Beijing, could she really endure this kind of environment? Can you even stand taking a bus for more than two hours to get to work every day?

Zhang Ning had thought that although Cao Shan lived in a remote area, his living conditions might be quite good. But when she returned to the vicinity of her alma mater and saw that lonely, dilapidated two-story building, filled with chattering women from other places, a dirty vegetable market nearby, and filthy mud and litter scattered in front of the building, her heart sank to the extreme.

Zhang Ning followed Cao Shan carefully across the potholed path filled with sewage and mud, up to the dilapidated building, opened the creaking old wooden door, and entered the dimly lit, damp room filled with worn-out furniture. Her first question was, "You... live here?"

"Yes, well, we just graduated, so we're not too picky about where we live. Besides, it's close to the school, so it's convenient."

Cao Shan was still immersed in the joy of reuniting with Zhang Ning and didn't care about her displeasure, speaking casually.

Zhang Ning slumped onto the bed, her small bag lying on the floor. The room was dark because of the wardrobe, which only worsened her mood. She continued, "Cao Shan, if I come to Beijing and live with you, will I live here too?"

Seeing Zhang Ning's disappointment, Cao Shan realized she was extremely dissatisfied with her current situation. He got up and hugged her, saying affectionately, "Ning, don't worry, I won't let you suffer. I'm alone now, so living here is fine. Jianguo and Haibo are with me, so we can look after each other and save on rent. If you go back to Beijing, I promise I'll move out immediately."

Zhang Ning understood Cao Shan; renting in the city was indeed expensive, and what he said made sense. She comforted him, "Cao Shan, I'm not forcing you to do anything for me. Actually, maybe if I really came to Beijing, I could adapt. Qu Yan and Haibo are doing just fine here."

Cao Shan happily kissed Zhang Ning on the cheek, saying, "Thank you for being so understanding, my wife."

"You're so annoying! Who's your wife?" Zhang Ning playfully hit him.

In the evening, Qu Yan, Hai Bo, and Jianguo returned. The old classmates were naturally overjoyed to see each other again. The five of them enjoyed a hearty meal at a nearby roast duck restaurant, clinking glasses and chatting happily about their school days.

Hai Bo raised his glass to Cao Shan, clinked it against his, downed it in one gulp, and then said with a grin, "Zhang Ning, you two were such a perfect match back in school! Cao Shan was a real star at school. Whenever there was an event, countless girls would chase after him after his performances. I remember Qu Yan was a fan of Cao Shan too, wasn't she?"

As he spoke, Hai Bo nudged the absent-minded Qu Yan with his elbow.

Qu Yan snapped out of her reverie and quickly complained, "Zhang Ning just arrived, why are you bringing this up? It's annoying!"

Qu Yan was disgusted by Hai Bo's insistence on bringing up the very thing she didn't want to discuss. These past few days, she and Cao Shan had been secretly having an affair. Her feelings towards Cao Shan's desire for her body had shifted from initial aversion to understanding, and finally to a desire to give herself to him—a significant emotional journey. She certainly didn't dislike Cao Shan. But just when she felt she and Cao Shan could take things further, or rather, could secretly take things further when Cao Shan was alone, Zhang Ning's appearance completely shattered any possibility.

Her heart was wounded, deeply aching, but she couldn't show the pain buried deep inside. She could only silently endure it, pretending nothing was wrong. After all, she had a boyfriend, and Cao Shan's beautiful and outstanding girlfriend was right beside him.

Cao Shan, of course, understood Qu Yan's displeasure and embarrassment, and quickly smoothed things over, "Ahem, a hero doesn't dwell on past glories. Now we're all hanging out in Beijing together, let's have a drink!"

The group raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

Setting down his cup, Haibo continued, "Cao Shan's doing pretty well too. This month, wow, he ran into a really generous female client and made over ten thousand yuan on one deal. But if we're talking about the rest of us, Jianguo's doing the best. How much does he make a month? Eight thousand yuan? Wow, and he's a manager!"

Jianguo was the happiest person besides Cao Shan today, and he was quite talkative. As soon as they sat down at the table, he started talking about his business development in Beijing, the friends he'd made, and all sorts of rumors he'd heard, including some astonishing "insider information," making him seem very capable. Hearing Haibo praise him, he didn't mince words, continuing, "Everyone has their own way of living. Haibo and Qu Yan are living a very comfortable life; Cao Shan, to be honest, this deal was a bit of a stroke of luck. He's just starting out in sales, but he's a real talent, absolutely gifted in music. Right now, he's biding his time, and he'll definitely achieve great things in other areas in the future. As for me, I have a pretty clear plan for the future: build a network, make money, and then study and upgrade my knowledge. Being a manager doesn't just fall from the sky. Think about it, you guys are still in school..." While I was playing around, I was already out there working. I've experienced all the hardships and scorn that Cao Shan and Hai Bo went through, and I've overcome them all. Currently, I've built a client network in my industry and have good relationships with them. Of course, maintaining these relationships has cost a lot of money and effort, but this makes earning money easier. I manage a dozen or so people under me, and they can also relay information to me, which I then further explore. The company decided to provide me with a car tomorrow because I live far away, which is inconvenient at times, but this isn't what I wanted. My next step is to move... I'll rent a decent place in the city so I can truly experience the joys of Beijing, unlike here, which is even dirtier and more chaotic than my hometown. Next year, once I've settled into my place, I plan to enroll in a course to recharge myself. I've taken the plunge a bit earlier than Cao Shan and Hai Bo, so now I understand even more clearly that life in Beijing isn't as simple as we initially thought. Earning a few thousand yuan a month and living a good life is practically a recipe for disaster! Striving in Beijing is like rowing against the current; if you don't move forward, you fall behind. And when you choose to move forward, you'll discover... "A few thousand yuan is far too little. We need to earn much more to be satisfied. First, there's learning. I'll enroll in a course for six months, every weekend, which will cost 20,000 yuan. That's just small change. What about later? Marriage, buying a house, having children, children's schooling—for those of us without Beijing residency, medical care and retirement are problems. So, we need to keep earning money, learning new skills, earning money, and learning more, constantly improving ourselves to adapt to life in Beijing. Otherwise, we'll be left behind one day!"

Jian Guo's long speech drew nods of agreement from everyone present, but a bitter taste lingered in their mouths. Jian Guo had taken this step, made money, and gained foresight, and now he was turning around and attacking those who hadn't yet succeeded. His blunt truth crushed any remaining dreams or illusions in their hearts. The simplistic predictions about the future, the idea of just making money and getting by, like Cao Shan's—call it self-deception if you will, but it's also a form of self-comfort to protect themselves from further setbacks. Jian Guo's words made him appear sanctimonious and full of lofty ideals, but they also made Cao Shan, Hai Bo, and Qu Yan seem unambitious and simple-minded.

Zhang Ning, however, who was detached from worldly affairs, wholeheartedly agreed with Jian Guo's words; this was precisely the kind of thinking and ambition a man should have upon entering society. Jian Guo was quick-witted and eloquent, a seasoned businessman, and his words were always well-reasoned. His recent remarks were clearly meant to elevate himself and belittle others, and seeing Zhang Ning's approval gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

Of course, this was just a minor incident at the dinner. The old classmates, who didn't see each other often due to their busy schedules, mainly chatted and reminisced. After a satisfying meal and lively conversation, they all went back to their rooms to rest.

Cao Shan and Zhang Ning, reunited after a short separation, were even more excited for this night. After showering, they returned to their room. Cao Shan lay on the bed waiting for her. Zhang Ning, drying her wet hair, said, "Jian Guo's words today made a lot of sense. Look how intelligent and ambitious he is. Isn't he your best friend? Learn from him."

Seeing Jian Guo's unusual excitement today, Cao Shan was a little unhappy. Why was he so happy that his girlfriend was coming to Beijing? Hearing his words, Cao Shan felt even more suffocated and said noncommittally, "Everyone has their own way of living."

Zhang Ning was wearing a silk nightgown. Once in bed, Zhang Ning nestled beside Cao Shan. The scent of shampoo and her natural fragrance intoxicated him. She gently tapped Cao Shan's nose and said, "You really think you're like Jianguo said, a musician? A singer? For outsiders like us who didn't graduate from prestigious universities but want to stay in Beijing, the most realistic scenario is still what Jianguo said. But it's so difficult; not everyone can do it. I don't know if you can persevere." Cao Shan

pulled Zhang Ning close, kissed her fair cheek, and softly asked, "If I can't make it in Beijing and have to go back to my hometown, will you come back with me?"

"I won't go back with you! Either I'll stay in Dalian, or I'll fight tooth and nail to stay in Beijing!" Zhang Ning buried her face in Cao Shan's chest, pouting, "Honey... I believe in you."

Although Zhang Ning's answer left Cao Shan a little disappointed, he couldn't resist her beautiful, tall figure throwing herself into his arms. His large penis had been hard ever since Zhang Ning arrived that afternoon, and now it finally had a place to be released.

Cao Shan pressed Zhang Ning down beneath him without any further movement. He felt this was the purest form of sex, without needing to play around with fancy techniques. He and Zhang Ning were innocent; too much teasing would only provoke resentment. Cao Shan put himself in her shoes; if Zhang Ning were to come and skillfully lick his penis like Cheng Min had done to him, he would inevitably have second thoughts. Cao Shan

grasped his massive member, pressed it between Zhang Ning's parted legs, and gently thrust it in. Amidst Zhang Ning's alluring moans, his penis, lubricated by her vaginal fluids, slid into her.

"Ah...it's so big..."

Zhang Ning clung tightly to Cao Shan, her empty private parts filled to the brim, the immense pleasure causing her to cry out.

Cao Shan's slender body lay on Zhang Ning's tall, youthful, and vibrant naked body, her two long, white legs spread wide, dangling in the air, gleaming like smooth, white jade in the moonlight streaming through the window. Cao Shan greedily grasped his girlfriend's firm, full breasts. Every inch of Zhang Ning's skin ignited his intense desire. His erect penis roamed freely, its massive shaft providing Zhang Ning with unparalleled satisfaction. Zhang Ning opened her long arms and embraced Cao Shan's neck, kissing her beloved passionately. This was their second time making love, and although Zhang Ning was still somewhat nervous, she wasn't as shy. She was surprised herself; for twenty years she had been a chaste lady, even feeling ashamed to take a bath. But since her first taste of forbidden fruit with Cao Shan, this second time felt like a reunion after a short separation. They were mutually attracted, and the sacred, mysterious sex felt so natural. When Cao Shan's enormous penis filled her tight, juicy lower body, it was as if a bridge had been built between their souls, their spirit and flesh intertwined, fully enjoying the most primal and pleasurable sensations.

In fact, Zhang Ning had made preparations before coming to Beijing. She knew that Cao Shan would definitely take her body again, and everything was going smoothly. In this unfamiliar room, she was a little reserved at first, but when Cao Shan's thick and long penis filled her vagina, the desire hidden in her heart was unleashed. She knew that her classmate was staying next door, and she was very shy, but Cao Shan's relentless and powerful thrusting made her unable to help but shout loudly, so that she could release her desire more freely.

"Ah...ah...ah...big...ah, ah...big...I can't take it...ah, ah...too intense...I can't take it anymore..."

On this bed, the female owner, Cao Shan, finally accepted it for the first time. He was no longer spending his nights alone, relying on eavesdropping, peeping, and masturbation to satisfy his desires. Cao Shan and Zhang Ning, two naked young men, their bodies brimming with youthful energy, were intertwined. Zhang Ning was so beautiful; her long, flowing hair cascaded across the bed, her tall, fair body like a goddess, so pure and immaculate under the bright moonlight. Her proudly erect breasts trembled with excitement, her lower abdomen pressed against Zhang Ning's smooth, tender skin, while his massive member was tightly enveloped by her soft, tight vagina. During thrusting, her vaginal muscles twitched with excitement, gripping him intensely. Cao Shan initially had reservations, after all, Qu Yan was right next door, but Zhang Ning's body drove him wild. At the same time, he also had a slightly wicked urge to show off his exceptional sexual prowess.

Cao Shan, his massive, wet penis thrusting in and out of Zhang Ning's body at high speed and with great force, drove Zhang Ning almost insane.

"Ah...ah...ah...Cao Shan...ah...husband...I can't take it anymore...you, you're too strong...I'm dying...ah...ah..." Zhang Ning wrapped her long legs tightly around Cao Shan, his enormous penis almost unbearable, yet the waves of pleasure only made her crave his fierce onslaught even more.

In this room, Cao Shan and Zhang Ning, reunited after a short separation, were enjoying their pleasure to the fullest, while next door, all was silent. Before, Cao Shan would eavesdrop on Qu Yan and Hai Bo making love, but tonight the roles were reversed. Hai Bo had drunk alcohol and went to bed early, but Qu Yan couldn't sleep. Zhang Ning's arrival in Beijing had left her feeling extremely down all day; she lay naked, the blanket tucked between her legs, enduring the loneliness of the deep night. Hai Bo hadn't been with her for a while, especially after his ambiguous relationship with Cao Shan. She found her desire burning like wildfire, growing stronger every day, but Hai Bo's little penis was completely useless; occasionally, it was worse than not using it at all. She didn't want to hear the sounds of pleasure from next door, but they clearly reached her ears. She had touched and imagined Cao Shan's hard member before, but hearing Zhang Ning's seemingly painful yet actually pleasurable moans made her realize how powerful Cao Shan's sexual abilities were. Qu Yan was in the same class as Zhang Ning, and she knew Zhang Ning was a lady, but now she was being fucked like a slut by Cao Shan. Qu Yan turned to her side, unconsciously sliding her hand between her legs, stimulating her itchy vulva with her fingers. Zhang Ning's moans grew louder and louder. Qu Yan could tell that Zhang Ning had already climaxed several times under Cao Shan's fierce attack. She thought about how Zhang Ning was happily receiving the favor of a handsome man's big penis, while she was masturbating like a resentful woman. It was too shameful.

"Ah...ah...Cao Shan...give it to me, ah, faster, faster, give it to me...ah..."

Zhang Ning was driven mad by the fucking. She hadn't expected Cao Shan to be so powerful tonight. His enormous penis had already brought her to the peak of orgasm three times, and the next wave of ecstasy was already approaching. Cao Shan's huge cock was like a pile driver, pounding and thrusting wildly between Zhang Ning's legs. At this moment, Cao Shan knelt upright between Zhang Ning's legs, his hands holding her long legs, thrusting his hips with all his might. He looked at Zhang Ning's beautiful face, which was filled with a happy smile, and her flushed cheeks showed a satisfied expression. Her two beautiful breasts, which he was very satisfied with, were being fucked and swayed like two water balloons. Cao Shan was also excitedly shouting incessantly.

"Baby, baby, I want you, I want you."

"Ah...ah...husband, give it to me...ah, give it to me...ah...ah..."

Zhang Ning felt a surge of heat in her lower body. She was almost knocked unconscious by this heat. Zhang Ning's slender body arched upwards uncontrollably, forming a bow shape. She didn't know if it was due to excitement or Cao Shan's large penis thrusting into her, raising her high.

The immense pleasure made Zhang Ning feel great joy again. She screamed ecstatically, her whole body trembling violently. Cao Shan's penis, which she was tightly sucking, could not resist and thrust hard.

"Wow...husband...it's inside...I'm dying...I'm flying..."

Amid Zhang Ning's ecstatic moans, Cao Shan held her long legs, trembling as he ejaculated his thick semen into Zhang Ning's body.

This lovemaking was so intense, so ecstatic, so perfect. More than an hour of exhilarating lovemaking made them unforgettable. Even when the two of them collapsed into each other's arms, their bodies were still twitching uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Qu Yan next door curled up in excitement. Listening to Zhang Ning's moans, she imagined herself in Zhang Ning's shoes. Qu Yan had never longed to be Cao Shan's woman as much as she did now. Even a conservative lady like Zhang Ning was being fucked like this; she would definitely go crazy too.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Qu Yan tried her best to control herself from making any noise, but the more Zhang Ning moaned, the more she craved it. She even felt confused, as if her lower body was being filled by Cao Shan's huge penis. Cao Shan's thin body was pressing down on her tall, large, full, and sexy snow-white body, so disproportionate, yet it excited her immensely. Qu Yan imagined that big cock fucking her to the point of ecstasy. She freed one hand and vigorously rubbed her full breasts, her two thick legs curled together but tightly clenched. The more she scratched her lower body, the itchier it became, and the itchier it became, the more she wanted to scratch.

Zhang Ning, being vigorously penetrated by Cao Shan, was immersed in immense satisfaction and never imagined that Qu Yan next door had already made him the object of her sexual fantasies, yearning for him to possess her body. And wasn't this exactly what Cao Shan wanted most?

Qu Yan resentfully satisfied her desires through imagination. She had no concept of Cao Shan's large penis; she only thought that if it was thicker and longer than Hai Bo's, she would be satisfied. But Qu Yan couldn't imagine how much Cao Shan longed for her to bend over and be penetrated from behind. Qu Yan didn't know that even when she had sex with Zhang Ning, even when Cheng Min succeeded, what Cao Shan truly desired was still Qu Yan's large, plump buttocks.

In the darkness, Qu Yan calculated that Zhang Ning had climaxed at least four times, while Qu Yan, since getting together with Hai Bo, hadn't even experienced an orgasm from being penetrated, let alone climaxed. Like a resentful woman, she listened to the joyful moans of the couple next door in the dark, and sadly masturbated. She envied Zhang Ning, even felt a little jealous of her. Qu Yan even thought that if it weren't for Zhang Ning, just for Cao Shan's powerful sexual ability, she would want to have sex with him, even just once. Not for anything else, but simply to experience the greatest pleasure of being a woman, even if it meant being unfaithful to Hai Bo, just once would be enough.

The night returned to silence as Cao Shan ejaculated into Zhang Ning's body. But some people couldn't calm down for a long time. Not only Qu Yan, but also…

In the washroom, a tall, thin figure hid in the darkness, listening to the sounds of Cao Shan and Zhang Ning making love while vigorously stroking his equally large penis. As he listened, his hand moved rapidly. Just as Zhang Ning let out that ultimate, devastating moan, he shuddered in the darkness, ejaculating a large amount of semen onto the wall. Panting, he put on his glasses, his eyes filled with resentment. He'd been lusting after Zhang Ning's tall figure since school, but that brat Cao Shan had gotten there first. Now he was doing much better than Cao Shan, yet why could he only watch his beloved girl being fucked by someone else while he could only masturbate?

The next day was the weekend, and the two slept until the afternoon. After the ecstasy of the previous night, Zhang Ning treated Cao Shan with the gentleness and tenderness of a devoted wife. The men living in this dilapidated building saw Zhang Ning as a goddess. Qu Yan had been their object of sexual fantasy—big butt, thick legs, and tall—and despite her conservative personality, her strong body exuded a captivating sexiness. But Zhang Ning was different; her charm was serene and delicate, like a chrysanthemum, subtle and ethereal, something to be admired from afar, not to be touched, only to be appreciated, not to be entertained with improper thoughts. Zhang Ning is beautiful and elegant; this is an innate quality that others cannot imitate.

That evening, Jian Guo somehow acquired a Santana and took Cao Shan, Zhang Ning, Qu Yan, and Hai Bo out for a drive on Sunday. Jian Guo chatted incessantly the whole way, occasionally telling jokes to amuse Zhang Ning. At each scenic spot, he insisted on taking photos, snapping many pictures of Zhang Ning. Although Jian Guo said it was to give Cao Shan something to remember him by, his excessive enthusiasm left Cao Shan subtly displeased but unable to vent. Later, Cao Shan came to his senses. Even if Jian Guo hadn't done anything out of line, what could he do? Zhang Ning was already his woman; was he going to keep a "second-hand"? Besides, he wouldn't give away a "second-hand" anyway!

Happiness and joy are always fleeting. That evening, the group saw Zhang Ning off at the station. With reluctant farewells, the two parted ways once more, their next reunion seemingly far off. (04-13
Chapter 16)

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed, and it was late autumn.

On October 25, 2001, Microsoft launched its new generation operating system, Windows XP. The following year, it would be available in China, and the Beijing Yellow Pages would feature a full-page advertisement for XP on their cover. Shen Si had secured Jim's approval.

On November 10, China was approved to join the WTO. In the following decade, China's foreign trade began to forge ahead, and its economy took off. But for ordinary people, the eleven years that followed—the imagined cheaper imported goods, color TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, and even cars being linked to foreign prices and readily available at bargain prices—did not happen. Mobile phones sold in mainland China were 1,000 to twice as expensive as grey market imports, and cars remained of

inferior quality and overpriced. As evening fell, the sky darkened. Tall poplar trees lining the narrow asphalt road began to shed their leaves, and old-fashioned streetlights cast one pale white cone after another on the road, occasionally illuminating hurried pedestrians, offering not light, but desolate shadows.

A figure stumbled along the roadside, the leaves crunching underfoot. His swaying form moved in and out of the lamplight, his shadow flickering, a solitary figure. This loneliness was amplified in the chilly autumn night.

Haibo was nearly driven to despair.

Two weeks ago, he met those three cronies at his usual small restaurant. They had been playing cards as a group of four, but one of them lost and left, leaving Haibo as the only customer. The three were quite enthusiastic, inviting him to join them. That day, Haibo had lost another client, feeling extremely depressed. He realized that making money was incredibly difficult; forget about settling down in Beijing, even survival was a problem.

A week ago, his meeting with Andy nearly shattered all his confidence. The handsome, mature, and charismatic general manager had bluntly told him he liked his girlfriend. Haibo practically stormed out of Andy's office, but a chill ran down his spine—how long could he keep Qu Yan in this state?

Haibo loved playing cards when he was in school, and he considered himself quite good at "Double Up" (a card game). After graduation, he had no money, no time, and no one to play with, so he gave it up. When those four guys were playing, Haibo had been secretly observing them and thought their skills were mediocre. He felt a little itchy to play himself, and as the saying goes, a little gambling is harmless, so Haibo couldn't refuse their invitation and played a few rounds. He soon realized that these guys were really bad at the game, winning over 100 yuan in less than an hour.

After that, Haibo became more and more addicted. Every day, he would leave work early under the pretense of meeting clients and sneak into a small restaurant to play cards with those three guys. Fortunately, he mostly won more than he lost, sometimes winning 50 or 80 yuan, and sometimes winning three or five hundred yuan. He used the money to buy some good food, cosmetics, clothes, and so on for Qu Yan. He saved the rest, planning to put it into his salary at the end of the month, so that he could at least get some commission from an advertising deal and give Qu Yan some money.

But the guys kept gambling higher and higher, and Haibo's money slowly ran out.

It's only been two or three days, and Haibo has been losing every day. Today he was really blinded by losses; he not only lost all the money he had won before, but also borrowed 6,000 yuan, which he also lost. His three brothers were quite generous and let him go home to get money. Haibo managed to escape, but where was he going to find the money?

Haibo went into the house with his head down. Qu Yan had just returned as well. She hung her coat on the hanger, straightening her sweater which clung to her body, and looked at her boyfriend with surprise. "What's wrong? You look so listless."

"Nothing, sigh..."

Haibo sighed deeply, slumped into the sofa, and answered dejectedly.

Qu Yan thought he was tired; he had come home quite late again today. For the past two weeks, Haibo had been leaving early and coming home late every day, which made Qu Yan feel sorry for him.

"What do you want to eat? Noodles? I'll cook you some,"

Qu Yan asked as she busied herself preparing food.

Haibo shook his head weakly. He didn't know how to tell Qu Yan, but he couldn't stay silent. After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Qu Yan, do we have any money left?" "

What?"

Qu Yan had sensed something was wrong with Haibo as soon as he got home, but she didn't expect him to ask about money. Her heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "How much?"

"6000."

Haibo didn't dare to look Qu Yan in the eye and said with his head down.

"So much money? What do you need so much money for?"

Qu Yan was startled by the number 6000.

"I don't think so."

Haibo didn't want to say more.

"No. I sent your dad home because he was sick. We only have less than 1000 yuan left. What do you need so much money for?"

Qu Yan felt a little flustered.

"It's nothing. A friend wants to borrow some money. I thought I had money, so I agreed. I'll come and get it later."

Haibo made up a lie.

"Haibo, you didn't even discuss such a big matter with me? Even if we had the money, what would we do if we lent it to them? This isn't a small amount; we've never saved this much money before!"

Qu Yan was a little angry. She knew her boyfriend was a kind-hearted person, but she was also annoyed that he had made such a hasty decision.

Qu Yan was about to continue speaking when she heard someone knocking on the door. "Knock knock knock." "Is this Cui Haibo's house?"

"Hey, coming!"

Haibo's head buzzed, but he could only bite the bullet and open the door. It was none other than the guy who had lent him the money.

"Hey, is this your sister-in-law? You're really tall."

The man swaggered around and nodded at Qu Yan as a greeting, then said to Haibo, "Haibo, where's the money?"

"Buddy, could you give me two more days? I just remembered that I transferred that money out of my account, and I really don't have any now."

Haibo said, bowing and scraping.

"No money? Dude, you promised me, I need the money too, you can't play games like this."

The man, rubbing his bald head, was getting annoyed, and his tone became rude.

Qu Yan, listening from the side, felt increasingly uneasy. Seeing her boyfriend so weak, while the bald man was so persistent, how could he borrow money like this? So she asked sternly, "Haibo, what's going on? Why are you asking us for money with this attitude?"

Before Haibo could speak, the bald man laughed in anger. "Sister, I'm asking you for money? Are you sure you don't need it? Do you think I need to borrow money from you?" He turned and pointed at Haibo, questioning him, "Haibo! What's going on? You're really something, keeping it from your wife. Fine, let me tell you, okay?"

"No, no, no, buddy, please give me two more days, once I get the money back, I'll give it to you right away," Haibo pleaded.

"Stop fucking bullshit, you think I'm kidding? Haibo, if you don't come up with the money today, I'm moving my things!"

He said, starting to rummage around.

Qu Yan was furious. How could she tolerate a strange man causing trouble in her home? "What are you doing? If you touch anything, I'll call the police!"

"Go ahead and report it! Report it! Let's see who the hell goes in!"

The bald man became increasingly brazen, shoving Qu Yan and accidentally shoving his hand onto her chest. He'd seen Qu Yan as soon as he entered the room and decided to grope her.

Hai Bo, seeing the bald man's actions towards Qu Yan, grabbed him, saying, "Dude, that's not right!"

The bald man, not giving him any face, turned around and shoved Hai Bo again, yelling, "What? So what if I touched your wife? Let me tell you, if you can't afford it, I'll take your wife home for the night, 2000 a night, that's the price for a model."

"You...you pervert..."

Qu Yan was furious, pointing at the bald man, speechless.

The bald man was still relentless, when just then, the door opened. It was Cao Shan.

"Hai Bo, take this money, let this brother go home, he's making so much noise he can't sleep."

Cao Shan said, slamming the money on the table and turning to leave.

Haibo was so grateful he didn't know what to say, but the most important task at hand was to get rid of this troublemaker. He handed the money to the bald man. The bald man was about to take it when Qu Yan snatched it away. "Haibo! How can you take this money? This is Cao Shan's money! We can't take it!"

Haibo was also anxious, shouting, "So you're just going to let him cause trouble here?"

He grabbed the money and shoved it into the bald man's arms, yelling, "Get out of here!"

The bald man took the money and walked away, cursing, "Damn it! You son of a bitch! I was blind to lend you money, and you think you're so tough paying me back! You poor bastard, you'll see how long you can keep your wife!"

"Get out!"

Haibo snapped, running to the door and slamming it shut!

"Damn it! If the boss hadn't forbidden me from doing this, I'd have crippled you, you idiot, and fucked your woman! Damn it!"

The bald man cursed as he went downstairs.

The room fell silent. Qu Yan ignored Hai Bo all night. She felt she needed to calm down and think things through. More importantly, since Zhang Ning left, Qu Yan had been giving Cao Shan the cold shoulder. But Cao Shan's help rekindled her cooled gratitude and affection, making her uneasy. Hai Bo was also in turmoil. The bald man's parting words had triggered him again, and his meeting with Xu Shaowei three weeks ago had not only solidified his feelings for Qu Yan but also made him determined to make money! Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee that Qu Yan, sleeping beside him, wouldn't end up in someone else's bed. Not to mention, Cao Shan always seemed to offer help in times of need, which made him very uncomfortable. Cao Shan was also worried. While it was good that he had helped Qu Yan out of her predicament, his 25,000 yuan was practically gone. He had been lazy for a month, failing to attract clients or secure advertising deals. What would he do if he ran out of money? How would he explain it to Zhang Ning? He dared not think about it.

Three weeks ago...

Haibo was as clumsy as ever; his advertising deals for the month were practically nonexistent again. Negotiating with clients is like farming; you have to sow seeds to reap a harvest. You negotiate at the beginning of the month, confirm intentions in the middle, and reap the rewards at the end.

But Haibo hadn't done either of those two things, so there was no chance of any harvest.

On his way home from work, Haibo thought about Qu Yan saying she'd landed a big client, but why hadn't he heard anything from her lately?

If Qu Yan could close a big deal, he wouldn't be in trouble even if he didn't. So he casually asked, "Hey, Haiyan, how's that real estate deal you mentioned? How's it going?"

Haibo's seemingly unintentional question made Qu Yan's heart tighten. She remembered that day, when the general manager had actually raped her. She couldn't forget the throbbing pain of his hot penis being forcefully thrust into her vagina. Qu Yan had only ever been with Haibo; she had never felt her genitals so full before. It wasn't comfortable, but filled with humiliation. Qu Yan felt extremely distressed, biting her lip hard to hold back her tears. She turned her head to the window, not wanting Haibo to see her reddening eyes.

"Maybe they're not doing it anymore,"

Qu Yan said softly.

"What? Really? Didn't you say you were pretty confident? Is there something wrong with your method? How about this, give me the client information, I'll give it a try."

"Don't go!"

Qu Yan's voice trembled slightly.

"Qu Yan, what's wrong? Hey? Why are you crying? What's wrong?"

Haibo was a little puzzled.

The two remained silent the whole way. Haibo still managed to get Andy Xu Shaowei's contact information, and after explaining the situation, he was surprised that the other party readily agreed. Haibo was very happy, thinking it wasn't that difficult after all.

Xu Shaowei also received Haibo very politely and courteously, listening to Haibo's long-winded explanation with a smile.

"Okay, finished the introduction?"

Xu Shaowei leaned back comfortably on the sofa, crossed his arms, and smiled at Haibo. In Xu Shaowei's eyes, Haibo was no different from a cat, a dog, or an ant—a small-time migrant worker from out of town, powerless and penniless. Whether Xu Shaowei played along or tormented him was entirely up to him. This obsequious young man was completely powerless to fight back. Money and power were the spear and shield in the hands of civilized people—weapons. Humans are inherently combative; modern people have simply disguised the struggle. A heavily armored, hairy, sharp-edged warrior fighting an unarmed commoner—that absolute confidence of victory is a very enjoyable feeling.

Haibo sat in a corner of the sofa, leaning slightly forward, looking extremely respectful. Although the general manager opposite him was very approachable, Haibo could still feel his aura, making him quite nervous. "Yes, Manager Xu. You see..."

Xu Shaowei spread his hands, shrugged, and said, "Your advertising is fine. I mentioned it when Qu Yan came last time; we'll consider advertising in your Yellow Pages. After all, with a circulation of tens of thousands of copies and a year-long advertising period, the advertising cost isn't a problem for us. Even a large ad isn't an issue."

Xu Shaowei's words delighted Hai Bo, who hurriedly asked, "Then what do you think of the advertising contract...?"

Xu Shaowei waved his hand, smiling, and said, "Young man, you're too impatient. Let me ask you..." "Is Qu Yan your girlfriend?"

Hai Bo was taken aback by the question, then answered, "Yes."

Xu Shaowei picked up the teapot, filled Hai Bo's cup with tea, and said, "I have a favor to ask. Let me tell you what I can offer. A full-page color ad."

Hai Bo was holding his teacup, about to drink, when he heard Xu Shaowei mention the ad. He was so excited that he forgot to drink. A full-page color ad—this one deal would be enough to lift him and Hai Yan out of poverty. That kid Cao Shan was already living a very comfortable life with just one full-page ad. If it were a full-page ad, he'd probably get at least 50,000 yuan! It was too tempting. Hai Bo's hands trembled slightly with excitement. He quickly put down his teacup and asked, "So, Manager Xu, what is your request...?"

Xu Shaowei, unhurried, stood up, walked behind him, patted Hai Bo on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, I envy you. As I just said, this is an unreasonable request, or rather, a case of using business for personal gain."

Hai Bo seemed to understand and asked smugly, "Mr. Xu, I understand. Just tell me, how much kickback do you want? I'll give you what you ask for."

Xu Shaowei smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Hehe, that's not what I meant. I envy you having Qu Yan as your girlfriend. To be honest, I like tall, voluptuous girls, especially beautiful girls like Qu Yan. I noticed her the first time she came to our company to discuss business. Later, I personally arranged to meet her and even treated her to dinner to learn more about your situation."

Xu Shaowei stood by the window, overlooking Beijing beyond the glass curtain wall. He spoke casually, then turned to look at Haibo, whose expression was somewhat unnatural—angry and embarrassed, but he didn't react. Xu Shaowei continued, "I know you and Qu Yan aren't doing well right now, you're poor. I can give you opportunities, not just advertising, but even money, jobs, anything. I have the ability to change your lives, to live well, like white-collar workers. I said something similar to Qu Yan last time she came, but she refused. She cares a lot about your opinion; she can't be with me behind your back. Her heartache lies with you. So, I advise you to go back and talk to her, and also convince yourself to change your quality of life, to truly establish yourself in Beijing. Everyone has to pay a price; this is a commercial society, no one can get something for nothing."

"Alright! Stop talking!"

Haibo felt increasingly uneasy. Thinking of Qu Yan's red, swollen eyes from crying on the bus that day, he seemed to understand something. Xu Shaowei's words were like a spark, repeatedly testing the fuse within him, until finally, he ignited it. "If Qu Yan doesn't agree, I won't agree either,"

he said angrily, packing his things. He finally understood—this bastard wanted to sleep with his girlfriend! Qu Yan rejected him last time, and this time he was even more cunning, trying to get him to persuade her—damn it! Am I crazy? Willing to be a cuckold?

Hai Bo cursed this hypocritical lecher a thousand times in his mind.

Xu Shaowei watched coldly from the sidelines, saying indifferently, "Looking at you now, do you think you can keep Qu Yan? Is your monthly salary enough to buy her a pretty dress, a set of high-end cosmetics, or a beautiful piece of jewelry? Can you satisfy your woman? With you so far, you've accomplished nothing. Qu Yan will break up with you sooner or later! You've just graduated, still full of student spirit. When the harsh realities of society batter you beyond recognition, you'll realize how foolish your actions were today! In Beijing, refusing money is considered disrespectful! You like Qu Yan, and I like Qu Yan too. You can bear to let her suffer with you, but I can't! I'm giving you a chance to earn money, to support your girlfriend like a real man, to give her a better life. I'm helping you!"

"No need, thank you!"

Xu Shaowei's words pierced Hai Bo's heart like needles. What hurt him most was that every word Xu Shaowei said was true. Was he destined to remain poor in Beijing? Was Qu Yan destined to suffer with him? How long would Qu Yan stay with him? He dared not think about it, but one thing remained steadfast: he absolutely could not give his girlfriend away for money! Haibo would never do such a despicable thing!

Haibo got up, grabbed his bag, and left without looking back. Xu Shaowei watched him leave, then sat back down in his boss's chair. He didn't take Haibo seriously at all. What could he do? At most, he'd throw a tantrum for that laughable sense of pride. In this cruel society, Haibo had no chance of defeating Xu Shaowei. The poor boy defeating the rich, the chimney sweep snatching the shepherdess from the king—that's fiction, literature. It's made for the poor to see, to prevent them from becoming too desperate, too negative, and losing their will to live. A wolf without sheep is no fun.

The strong bullying the weak is the truth, the law of nature, the ultimate goal of human struggle. Becoming strong to bully the weak and deriving pleasure from it—that's a person's goal, not communism.

Thinking of Qu Yan's tall, voluptuous figure, Xu Shaowei's penis hardened again. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Baldy, follow that salesman who just came downstairs, find out where he lives, and make him suffer. No, no, I don't mean beat him up! Hmm, okay, set up a trap to make him lose some money. You decide how much he loses, and I'll make up the difference. Remember, don't alert him!"

With that, Xu Shaowei hung up with a sinister grin. His personality was like a cat that had caught a mouse; he valued the result, but he valued the process even more. He wanted to play slowly and enjoy himself to the fullest. As for Qu Yan's sexy and beautiful body? Getting it was only a matter of time; he wasn't in a hurry.

Three weeks later, the bald man completed the task perfectly, thoroughly ripping off Hai Bo. 6,000 yuan was enough to leave a poor recent graduate penniless, but Cao Shan's strong support prevented Hai Bo and Qu Yan from falling into dire straits. They only owed each other a huge favor, but more seriously, Qu Yan's feelings for Hai Bo were shaken.

The next day, Qu Yan and Hai Bo got up early as usual. Qu Yan made breakfast—instant noodles with poached eggs. She served Hai Bo a bowl, then another, and said, "Hai Bo, I'll take a bowl to Cao Shan." Hai Bo was taken aback. Qu Yan had never brought breakfast to Cao Shan before, especially since she was only wearing a nightgown, and Cao Shan wasn't even up yet, probably still sleeping naked. What kind of behavior was it for his girlfriend to bring a bowl of noodles to another guy's door so early in the morning? But he knew this was Qu Yan's way of expressing gratitude, so he said, "Go ahead." Cao Shan was half asleep when he heard Qu Yan knocking at the door. He opened it, still wrapped in his blanket. Seeing Qu Yan carrying a steaming bowl of noodles, wearing only a coat over a nightgown, her smooth, long legs shivering from the cold, he quickly let her in.

"Qu Yan, what are you doing? You guys eat, I don't eat breakfast."

Cao Shan said awkwardly, wrapped in a blanket.

Qu Yan put the noodles on the table and said with concern, "It's bad for your health to skip breakfast, you know?"

Her affection was tinged with a hint of barely perceptible coquetry, which warmed Cao Shan's heart. Qu Yan continued, "Cao Shan, thank you. If it weren't for you last night, we probably would have been emptied out of our house by that bald guy. Look, I owe you so much money, I really don't know how I'm going to pay you back."

Cao Shan chuckled and said, "We're classmates, we help each other out. Don't always think about paying me back. I don't need it now, it's okay." "

Cao Shan,"

Qu Yan took a shy step forward, almost pressing herself against Cao Shan. Her snow-white, full breasts under her sundress were right in front of Cao Shan's face, involuntarily heaving violently. "I really thank you. What happened yesterday really touched me. I...I..." Qu Yan bit her lip, opened her mouth a few times, and slowly said, "If...you...need me...I...I won't refuse."

After saying that, she turned and ran out.

Cao Shan stood there, watching Qu Yan's snow-white silk dress flutter and disappear from sight. Her long, thick calves tensed as she ran, forming beautiful lines on her smooth legs. Her snow-white feet shuffled in slippers, the slapping sound still echoing in the hallway.

As Cao Shan, Qu Yan, and Hai Bo set off for work with the first rays of morning sunlight, Jeff, naked and strong, knelt on the bed. He closed his eyes, looked up at the sky, and his crotch was thrusting rapidly. In front of him was a huge, white, round, naked, plump buttocks. A tall woman's naked body knelt on the bed in an incredibly lewd manner. Jeff's thrusting drove her crazy. Her two full breasts swayed back and forth with the movement of her body, dancing with the slapping sound of his crotch.

"Ah...ah...ah...husband, ah...you're still so...um...so strong...fuck...fuck me to death...um..."

Wang Yimei excitedly twisted her big, fat buttocks, welcoming her husband's fierce, tidal wave of attacks from behind. Jeff's hard penis, mixed with heat and endless power, gave her immense satisfaction. That thick, hard cock pierced deep into her body, the vaginal walls, lubricated by her own juices, were rubbed even more excitedly. In America, she had tasted the terrifyingly large penises of black men, the 30-centimeter-long, rolling pin-like shaft moving in and out of her tall, strong body like a pestle, almost making Wang Yimei faint. The black man's large penis had given her a taste of the ultimate masculine prowess, but it didn't have the familiar and tender feeling of her husband's penis inside her now. And she knew that her husband's penis definitely didn't belong to just her, but no matter how many women he had been with, at this moment, they wanted to enjoy the greatest pleasure of marital intimacy.

"Wife...um...let me...fuck your...big ass...fuck...fuck..."

Jeff and Shen Si always preferred traditional positions during sex. Watching her beautiful face become shy, wanton, and lost in ecstasy under his advances, until she collapsed and went mad, filled him with immense satisfaction. Holding Shen Si tightly in his arms, her tall, slender yet voluptuous body trembling with excitement, gave him immense pleasure. As for his wife, Wang Yimei, who was 1.9 meters tall and strong, he preferred the rear-entry position. He would watch her tall figure kneeling on the bed, her two thick, long legs spread apart, her large, white, round, and healthy body lying naked before him, her big, white, round, and plump buttocks exposed. Not every man can handle a 1.9-meter-tall woman. Such a tall, strong woman with her bare back, such a large, round buttock, and such long, thick legs—it's a visually stimulating, even grotesque, experience. Jeff loves holding his wife's incredibly large, round buttocks, watching his penis move freely in and out of the center of her snow-white, round buttocks, watching his wife's large buttocks move her slender waist, trembling with excitement. He loves the exhilarating feeling of riding a stallion. Of course, with the rear-entry position, he doesn't have to face his wife Wang Yimei's unattractive face—for Jeff, who is used to Shen Si's beautiful face, Wang Yimei's face is becoming increasingly unappealing.

Jeff forcefully spreads his wife's two thick, round buttocks, looking down as his wet penis thrusts faster and faster into Wang Yimei's juicy, wet cunt. Wang Yimei is becoming increasingly aroused and wanton. Her large buttocks twist violently, and her anus, parted by her buttocks, contracts and expands with excitement.

"Husband... ah... harder... ah... I... I can't... I can't take it anymore... oh... fuck me... ahhhhhhh!"

Wang Yimei felt her husband's penis behind her like a high-speed engine, the rapidly moving piston thrusting faster and faster inside her. She twisted her big buttocks passionately, letting her husband's hard, iron-like penis pump in and out of her body. The louder she cried out, the more intense the pleasure became.

But.

Just as she was on the verge of climax, perhaps only a few more thrusts away from reaching the peak of pleasure, she suddenly felt a thick, hot liquid gushing into her vagina, followed by her husband's satisfied groan—but she was like a deflated balloon, twisting her plump buttocks in a dissatisfied and complaining manner.

"Ah...ah...no...ah...don't...come...no, noooooo~!"

Jeff, after ejaculating, lay limply on his wife's plump buttocks. Wang Yimei was also pressed down on the bed, whining and kicking her long, thick, white legs.

Jeff got off his wife, grabbed a few tissues to wipe his limp penis, patted his wife's firm, plump buttocks, and gently asked, "Yimei, what's wrong?" "Ugh

, so close..."

Wang Yimei buried her head between her arms, playfully pressing her buttocks against her husband, and muttered softly. She knew that Jeff was over 30 years old, the most attractive age for a man, but his sexual ability was declining. It was already good that her husband could satisfy her like this. She also blamed herself for being so tall and having such a strong sex drive. Wang Yimei even thought that if her husband had sex with other women, he would probably make those sluts cry and scream. And what about her? Is it only those young men who can't experience the pleasures of women who find satisfaction?

Jeff was a little discouraged. On one hand, he found himself sinking deeper and deeper into Shen Si's body, his feelings for his wife, Wang Yimei, reduced to mere curiosity. A 1.9-meter-tall woman was a unique find, not necessarily delicious, but certainly precious—rarity made her valuable. On the other hand, he had taken Viagra to welcome his wife home. He never used to take these, and there was no need to when he was with Shen Si. Just in case, fearing he wouldn't be interested in his wife, he took one. In the end, his wife was still slightly disappointed, which made him lose face.

Cleaning up the mess, getting up, washing up. Afterwards, the couple sat at the sunlit dining table, enjoying a simple but cozy breakfast—eating a cozy breakfast at home was a privilege reserved for the rich and handsome. Those who rose earlier than the sun and returned later than the sun, living a life of irregular meals and barely making ends meet, didn't have the fortune to enjoy such things. At most, they could only squeeze onto the bus and eat fried dough sticks or jianbing guozi.

"Hey? Yimei, you're back in the US in such a hurry this time, and I heard your company has some big plans for this year?"

Jeff casually asked, picking up a piece of fried egg with his fork and putting it in his mouth.

"Yeah, we're about to launch a music player called iPod. Our boss thinks it's a product that can change the future. Who knows? He thinks everything he creates can change the future." "

And what about in China? Do you have an advertising budget? Next year should be a big year for your company."

Jeff keenly seized the business opportunity; he'd wanted to ask these questions for a while. After morning intimacy, the attraction between the opposite sexes made these conversations easier.

"Jeff, can we not talk about work at home?"

Although Wang Yimei hadn't been satisfied with their morning intimacy, the warmth between husband and wife made her feel very happy, and discussing work in this mood felt a bit off-putting.

"Ivy, okay, okay, I was wrong. I won't ask any more questions... I know your company is a strange one, always trying to be mysterious. Two small questions: are you interested in advertising? Can our company discuss it?"

Jeff raised his hands in surrender, smiling as he coaxed his wife.

"Yes, yes! Are you satisfied now? Let's eat, honey! With your talent, you could be a senior executive in any multinational corporation. Why did you have to start your own business, becoming a small boss, a high-level salesman, begging and pleading everywhere?" Wang Yimei felt a little sorry for her husband.

"I'm doing this for the family. You're over 30, and I want a child for us. I need to plan ahead."

Jeff looked at his wife earnestly. His wife, Wang Yimei, was tall and not particularly beautiful, but her years as a senior executive in a multinational corporation had given her a superior air. She possessed both feminine charm and the competence of a white-collar worker. This kind of woman is what men like most—feminine yet alluring. Don't let Wang Yimei's looks fool you; few men could truly control her.

After kissing his wife goodbye, the two drove to their respective workplaces. Jeff had just sat down in his office when he picked up the phone. "Shen Si, come to my office."

Chapter 17.

Shen Si simply hummed in agreement and hung up. She was still angry with Jeff because of Jim. Actually, she was determined to secure that Microsoft deal, even if it meant sacrificing her body. Besides, Jim wasn't a bad man; in fact, he was very popular with women. But Shen Si cared deeply about Jeff's attitude. She was the other woman, that's true, but she also needed her man to protect her. She needed Jeff to act like a real man and tell her, "Forget the advertising, I won't let you fall into Jim's clutches." But Jeff not only didn't protect her, he used her as a tool, offering his girlfriend's body in exchange for the advertising deal. This chilled Shen Si. She hadn't contacted Jeff these past few days, and Jeff seemed to be deliberately keeping his distance. So why was Jeff calling her over today?

Pushing open the door to Jeff's office and seeing her beloved man again, Shen Si felt a pang of nostalgia. Jeff was still as mature and handsome as ever, but he was more polite and distant than usual.

"Christie,"

Jeff said, leading Shen Si to the sofa, but instead of embracing her as usual, he didn't.

"Is something wrong, Jeff?"

Shen Si asked, maintaining her distance.

Jeff smiled, made two cups of coffee, handed her one, and sat on the arm of the sofa next to her, casually putting his arm around her waist, which brought some warmth back to Shen Si's face.

"Christie, I have some good news for you!"

Jeff was adept at playing little tricks to create suspense.

"What good news? Is it about me, you, or the company?"

Shen Si knew that what Jeff called good news might not be good news for her, or even genuinely good news for her personally.

"Christie, another big advertisement is waiting for you to negotiate, a real blockbuster!"

Jeff said excitedly. Shen Si chuckled inwardly; it was indeed good news for the company, not for her personally.

"Great! What kind of client?"

Shen Si asked.

"A big IT company, a company comparable to Microsoft!"

Jeff said excitedly, without considering Shen Si's feelings. Hearing the word "Microsoft," Shen Si's heart ached again.

"Really? Comparable to Microsoft? Then what do you want me to do this time?"

Shen Si asked indifferently.

Jeff then noticed Shen Si's displeasure and quickly put down his coffee cup, pulling her into his arms. He said gently, "Christie, I'm sorry. I didn't know there was anything unpleasant between you and Jim. Ever since you signed the Microsoft advertising contract, you've been so downcast. I really want you to cheer up. I started this company so you could have a good working environment. Isn't this also about working for both of our careers?"

Listening to Jeff's feigned ignorance and rambling nonsense, Shen Si smiled helplessly and didn't argue with him. She had come to terms with things a lot with Jim. What kind of utopian love is there in this world? In this dog-eat-dog world, isn't it all about mutual exploitation? Was her love for Jeff purely platonic?

If he weren't a returnee, without money, without a company, unable to buy her nice clothes, rent her a nice apartment, or give her a car, would she have fallen in love with him? Her own love wasn't pure to begin with, so how could she expect others to be?

"Okay, I'll adjust myself. What company is it? What are the advertising intentions?"

Shen Si asked calmly.

"Apple Computer Inc."

Jeff stated the company's name briefly, but to Shen Si, it was like a bolt from the blue.

"What? Apple Computer Inc.? You mean you want me to talk to your wife about advertising?"

Shen Si was losing her composure. First, she was asked to sell her body to get advertising from his friend, and now she was being asked to talk to his wife about advertising? Had Jeff gone mad?

"So what? Can't you face her? You're younger and prettier than her. She's a big stallion and you're a little lamb. What's there to be insecure about? She just got back from the US these days. You know Apple's secrecy policy. I went through a lot of trouble to get this information. Apple has big plans this year, and next year they'll be expanding into the Chinese market. This is a first-hand business opportunity, and we need to seize it."

Watching Jeff's eloquent speech, Shen Si felt cold and ridiculous. Could someone really be so shameless as to abandon everything for money?

"Jeff, I thought you'd been avoiding me these past few days because you felt guilty about Jim, but it turns out the tigress is back in her den, and you've been busy being a good husband! Okay, I'm one of your senior sales representatives. I'm honored that you've provided me with this business opportunity. Please send me the other party's contact number, and I'll contact them right away. Goodbye."

Shen Si pushed open the door and left without looking back.

Jeff sipped his coffee and sat back in his office chair, staring blankly at Shen Si's retreating figure. Shen Si looked exceptionally beautiful today. He wore the necklace he'd bought her around her fair neck, and a fitted cashmere mini-dress he'd also bought her, which accentuated her slender, tall figure, making her look incredibly sexy. Below her slim waist and shapely hips, her long, beautiful legs were encased in brown velvet stockings, and her pretty little feet wore sparkling high heels, making her appear exceptionally tall and alluring. Sigh, these past few days he'd been so busy serving his tall, strong tigress at home that seeing the beautiful and sexy Shen Si again made Jeff feel restless.

Shen Si returned to her office, took a deep breath, and defiantly dialed the number. She had only met Jeff once at his party; she remembered him as tall and strong, not particularly pretty. Surprisingly, Jeff's voice was quite pleasant, and he exuded a sophisticated air, friendly yet distant, which put pressure on Shen Si.

Did she really have to meet her man's legal wife herself? She hesitated. Should she go with someone? But who?

After several attempts and borrowing 6000 yuan from Hai Bo, Cao Shan felt the invisible financial pressure again. He stopped his carefree attitude and started taking his work seriously. He made calls to clients, trying to arrange appointments, but damn it, clients weren't easy to get! After more than a dozen calls, he was either hung up on or rejected. Even when he delivered books, he was called a scammer, leaving Cao Shan frustrated. He even fantasized about meeting another Cheng Min—a woman to fuck, money to earn, even if she was incompetent—it was better than being insulted.

Just as Cao Shan was worrying, he received a call from Shen Si, telling him to get ready to meet a client with her later. She

told him to just go to her office when he was ready. Cao Shan was a little confused, but then he thought, anywhere is better than making a call from the office.

Jeff's mind was filled with images of Shen Si's long legs and shapely buttocks encased in her fitted short skirt as she stormed out. He had originally planned to wait until his wife returned to America, to appease her with a candlelight dinner before enjoying this beauty, but his penis wouldn't allow him to proceed slowly. His penis wanted to fuck Shen Si immediately, and Jeff agreed.

He gently pushed open the door to Shen Si's office and saw her with her back to him, bent over at the desk, her buttocks sticking out, hunched over as she wrote something. Her two long, beautiful legs were tightly pressed together, one slightly bent, and her beautiful, pert buttocks were even more alluring because of the seductive posture. Jeff, who was already lustful, couldn't resist seeing Shen Si with her buttocks sticking out. He quickly walked behind her, thrusting his hips against her buttocks, startling Shen Si.

"Ah!"

She felt a hard object pressing against her buttocks and turned around sharply. Seeing that it was Jeff, she felt relieved. She simply twisted her hips to get away, then said indifferently, "What?"

Jeff, panting heavily, hugged Shen Si's beautiful buttocks, caressing her soft, fleshy mounds, slowly rubbing against her sexy peach-like bottom through her pants, saying, "Baby, I missed you, I want you..."

Shen Si turned around and gently pushed Jeff away, saying, "No, this is the office. Besides, can't your wife serve you? Humph, look at how you're so happy, you even think of me."

Jeff grabbed Shen Si and gave her a passionate kiss, saying between kisses, "Baby, my cloth tiger can't compare to you. Stop torturing me, okay? I want you, I want you now." Jeff impatiently lifted Shen Si's cashmere skirt, reaching his hand into her panties, roughly grabbing her smooth, plump buttocks.

Shen Si liked Jeff's passion, and coupled with the guilty pleasure she had with Jim a few days ago, she craved a man's real caresses even more. But this was the office, and Shen Si still had reservations. She hurriedly resisted, saying, "No, no, Jeff, no, ah...no."

But Shen Si was no match for Jeff. In no time, she was pushed down onto the sofa, her skirt lifted, her long legs spread wide. Before she could react, Jeff pounced on her like a hungry tiger. While kissing Shen Si, Jeff skillfully pulled down his pants, grasped his rock-hard penis, pushed aside Shen Si's sexy black lace panties, and directly inserted it into her large, alluring vagina. Instantly, the warm, tender flesh rubbing against flesh at the point where his glans pierced her made Jeff shudder.

"Ah...I hate it, pull it out..."

Shen Si hadn't expected Jeff to be so hasty in penetrating her. Seeing the office door wasn't fully closed, she tried to push him away, whispering, "Jeff, no, no, the door's open, no, ah..."

Jeff ignored her, forcefully thrusting his penis all the way in. Shen Si instantly fainted. Jeff's familiar size and strength were irresistible. She squinted, her body limp against the sofa, watching Jeff's lewd expression during their lovemaking. She couldn't resist, her body going limp, and she passionately wrapped her arms around Jeff's neck.

"Baby, it's okay, no one will dare come in. I can't wait, I want you, I want you. I've missed you so much these past few days, I can't live without you. I love you, I love you..."

Jeff's hips moved violently, his large penis inside Shen Si's vagina, pumping rapidly, the point where their bodies met instantly foaming with her vaginal fluids.

"Ah...ah...your wife, since...since she came back from America, we've been doing it every day. You still miss me...e...um..."

Shen Si seemed to be complaining, but she was actually provoking Jeff. Men always like to hear their wives being jealous of another woman while they're having sex with one. Shen Si unconsciously thrust her round, beautiful buttocks upwards, welcoming Jeff's thrusts inside her.

Jeff held Shen Si's buttocks with both hands, enjoying kneading her fleshy mounds. Compared to his wife Wang Yimei's big, fat buttocks, Shen Si's buttocks were much more delicate. "Baby, how can that ugly woman compare to you? I've been missing you more and more these days. Being with her is torture, being with you is pure enjoyment...Baby, I really can't live without you. I want to enjoy you properly. I miss you so much, baby..."

Looking at Shen Si's flushed, beautiful face, she was many times more beautiful than his wife Wang Yimei's rough, ugly face.

Jeff's rapid, passionate thrusts drove Shen Si to madness. She rubbed her breasts hard through her skirt while pressing her large buttocks against him. She dared not cry out loud, but whispered in Jeff's ear,

"Ah... Jeff... you're so good... um... the familiar feeling is so good... no... I don't like Jim... um, um..."

After she said this, she felt Jeff's penis pause for a moment before continuing to thrust, and then Jeff's strength seemed to increase even more rapidly. He pounded into Shen Si's slender, sexy body, and couldn't help but ask, "Baby, Jim, why don't you like him? Is he not good enough?"

"Ah, ah, he's just as passionate as you, but... I prefer the familiar feeling with you. Um..."

Shen Si, dazed by Jeff's thrusts, didn't hesitate to express her feelings.

Hearing Shen Si's words, Jeff looked at his panting girlfriend beneath him, and it seemed he could see the scene from that night when this beauty was penetrated by another man, his naked body being wildly fucked. The thought of Shen Si being violated by another man filled him with bitterness, yet also an indescribable thrill, which excited him even more. He thrust his large penis in and out, asking as he went, "Christie, did he...did he let you have it?"

"Yes, he let me...let me have it...Jeff, I've been with Jim, how do you feel? Using my body to exchange for advertising, do you think it's worth it?"

Shen Si spread her legs wide, letting this man, who couldn't protect her, thrust his hard penis in and out of her with each stroke. Sexual intercourse, the most honest moment, is when bodies are most intimately connected. Shen Si wanted an answer from Jeff. Since he had willingly given his body to Jim to play with, didn't he feel even a little bit of sadness?

Jeff didn't know how to answer. When he watched Shen Si leave that day to have sex with Jim, he truly felt a heart-wrenching pain. Such a beautiful girl, such an excellent body, originally belonged to him alone, but was going to be enjoyed by another man. He was heartbroken. But when he imagined Shen Si naked, her buttocks raised, Jim pressing his large penis beneath her, his shaft plunging into her beautiful, round vagina amidst Shen Si's moans, when he imagined Shen Si, so eager to suck a man's penis, abandoning her reserve, kneeling on the ground greedily sucking Jim's penis, Jim's initial inability to accept Shen Si's unique vagina before lingering on it...

That day, Jeff's mind kept flashing with various images of Shen Si and Jim making love, but thinking about these things made Jeff unusually excited. He had thought that if Wang Yimei were having an affair with another man, he would be furious and would kill the adulterer. But this anger and impulse didn't exist with Shen Si. Deep down, he even had a slight desire to enjoy Shen Si with Jim, to exchange experiences of fucking Shen Si, even if it was just secretly spying. Why would someone have a cuckold complex with their lover? Maybe it's because what doesn't belong to you isn't cherished as much.

Jeff didn't know how to answer, so he didn't answer either. He just held Shen Si tightly, fucking the sexy, tall beauty beneath him with even more excitement. Before his penis entered her, this enchanting hole had briefly been penetrated by another man's penis, but thankfully, now it belonged to him again.

Shen Si held Jeff's body tightly. Jeff fucked her hard, his large, hard penis slamming into her body with each thrust, making her dizzy with excitement. She enjoyed Jeff's vigorous movements, her heart filled with mixed feelings. Was he using his vigorous sex to apologize to her? Was he caressing her? Was he craving her? Or was he excited that she had been fucked by another man? Thinking of the last point, Shen Si dared not think any further. She couldn't accept it; she couldn't believe there could be such a shameless man in the world, who would be excited to see his woman being with another man.

After receiving the call, Cao Shan quickly tidied up and was about to leave when Bob called him over.

"Shine, where are you going? Did you meet a client today? Who called you just now?"

Bob bombarded him with questions without explanation.

"Christie, she wants me to meet a client with her."

Cao Shan still had a slight sense of awe for Bob, his boss, so he reported truthfully.

"Christie? Ha, what? Did she really consider you a key salesperson after closing one deal? Wasn't that deal your sister taking care of you? What? Is it another sister you're meeting this time?"

Bob had always had a bad impression of Cao Shan, especially since Yang Fan had a slight crush on him and would often pick fights.

"Bob, it's not what you think!"

Cao Shan hadn't yet learned to be sarcastic towards his boss.

"Oh? It's not what I imagined. If it's not what I imagined, then show me some results and let me see your true abilities! What's the point of chasing after women all day? Last time you stole Qu Yan's deal, what? Trying to steal Chrstie's this time?"

Bob easily lost his temper with Cao Shan.

Cao Shan also got anxious, "Bob! You want me to prove it to you? Last time, the client was on my business card, and we were almost done talking, so why did you snatch the deal away to Dick?"

Dick was a colleague in their department, his Chinese name was Xu Ming. A handsome guy, the kind of playboy you'd find in a sex machine, Bob took good care of him.

"Rob? You dare use the word 'robbery'? If Dick hadn't followed up, this deal would have fallen through. Do you think you have any negotiation skills? How many clients have you met so far? Your communication skills are terrible, your media knowledge is poor, you don't understand your own strengths, and now you can't even memorize the advertising price list. The client asked you for the price of several units, and you couldn't even calculate it correctly. What are you talking about? It's not that I look down on you, you're just not cut out for this!"

Bob concluded about Cao Shan once again.

"I'll prove it to you!"

Cao Shan ignored him, sat back down, opened his phone book, and started making calls. After a few, he remembered that Shen Si wanted to meet him for a client meeting. He had completely forgotten about arguing with Bob and quickly went out.

The office area of Panhai Shengshi was on the first floor of an old-style office building. A long corridor stretched out, lined with offices on both sides. Jeff's office was at the far end, and Shen Si's was next to it, both at the end of the corridor. Next to Shen Si's office was a meeting room, usually empty, offering a degree of privacy.

Having just had a headache from arguing with Bob and wasting a lot of time, Cao Shan, worried that Shen Si was getting impatient, headed straight for her office without much thought. He occasionally heard very faint moans; such seductive female moans shouldn't be heard in this environment, and the sound was so faint that Cao Shan assumed it was a hallucination and didn't think much of it. Seeing that Shen Si's office door was ajar, he hesitated, perhaps out of impatience, and then pushed the door open.

What he saw next stunned him. Shen Si, whom he considered a goddess—confident, dignified, elegant, and beautiful—was acting like a slut, her legs spread wide, her long legs encased in velvet stockings high in the air, her slightly thick, rounded calves taut with excitement. Jeff pinned her down, huffing and puffing as he moved.

The two people in the room never expected someone to break in, and Cao Shan was even more surprised that Shen Si would be so wanton as to let a man have his way with her in the office. The door opened and closed in a split second; Cao Shan didn't see clearly, but Jeff's pants were pulled down to the floor, his white shirt barely covering his genitals, while Shen Si's wide-spread private parts and her snow-white buttocks were so conspicuous.

"I'm sorry!"

Cao Shan was stunned, frantically shouting at the door before rushing downstairs.

Ten minutes later, Shen Si, her face flushed, emerged from the building wearing a tight-fitting cashmere mini dress, brown cashmere tights, and high heels. Seeing Cao Shan, she awkwardly opened the car door, and the two got in, started the engine, and drove off.

Although the autumn air outside was still chilly, the sun shone brightly. Sunlight streamed through the car windows, making the interior warm and inviting, but the atmosphere inside was heavy and awkward.

Cao Shan, like a child caught doing something wrong, kept his head down, fiddling with his hands, occasionally glancing at Shen Si out of the corner of his eye. Shen Si was focused on driving, expressionless, her large sunglasses obscuring her eyes and face, making it impossible to guess her thoughts. "She must be even more embarrassed than me," Cao Shan thought to himself.

They walked awkwardly for a while, but Cao Shan realized this wasn't working. He cursed himself for being too rash, lowered his head to avoid looking at her, and whispered, "Christie, I'm sorry, I was too rash. I shouldn't have pushed the door open without knocking. I'm really sorry."

"Be careful next time," Shen Si replied coldly. She seemed very angry. Silence followed for the rest of

the drive. Cao Shan thought, "Oh no, I've offended the big boss. As a newbie, I've stumbled upon the general manager and the business director having sex in the office. It's so damn embarrassing." He didn't dare try to make conversation anymore. He knew Shen Si must be even more annoyed, and might even kick him out of the car.

The car pulled up in front of a high-end office building on the south side of West Chang'an Street and stopped in the parking lot.

"Alright, we're here. Get out of the car. You'll mainly introduce the company's advertising projects, pricing, and other basic information. I'll handle the rest. You're my assistant now, okay?"

Shen Si said to herself while tidying up her things, her eyes not on Cao Shan, but clearly giving him instructions.

"Oh, I understand,"

Cao Shan mumbled in response. Fortunately, the task assigned to him wasn't too difficult.

The two got into the elevator, and Cao Shan secretly observed Shen Si through the mirror-like elevator doors. She looked exceptionally beautiful today. Her short, Vidal Sassoon-style hair revealed her capable side, and a pearl necklace perfectly accentuated her long neck. The tight-fitting cashmere jumpsuit perfectly showcased her alluring and tall figure, highlighting her slender waist and shapely hips. The dark blue dress, paired with thick brown tights, was both understated and elegant. Cao Shan inwardly admired Shen Si's legs. They were beautiful, long and shapely. Compared to the skinny legs of many models, these legs were slightly fleshy and straight—simply gorgeous. And himself? Thin and short, still wearing that cheap suit he bought at the zoo. A closer look would reveal its low-end quality. Luckily, Cao Shan had bought a shirt and tie of the same price, elevating his overall appearance.

Looking at the two figures reflected in the elevator doors, Cao Shan saw they were from completely different classes and social strata. Shen Si was tall and elegant, while he? Short and looking like a loser. He had confidently followed Shen Si through the lobby earlier, and the security guard had only stared at her, not daring to stop her. He couldn't blame the guard for looking down on him; he could only blame himself for lacking the necessary refinement.

The elevator doors opened, and Shen Si and Cao Shan simultaneously took a deep breath.

Shen Si was anxious about how this first meeting with Wang Yimei would go. Cao Shan, on the other hand, wondered who this client was that made Shen Si so nervous. (
Chapter 18, April 13th)

Wang Yimei was surprised to receive Shen Si's appointment call; she hadn't expected her husband to send someone so quickly. Wang Yimei knew that, like all advertising companies, the person she was asked to meet was a key business person, one of the general manager's most trusted confidants. And the person her husband sent was a woman—a woman she had met once before.

From Shen Si's phone call, Wang Yimei vaguely remembered that this Christie was the representative from her husband's company at the party—a tall, beautiful, and elegant girl. Although she remembered that Jim from Microsoft had been very attentive to her that day, and the two had a good conversation, she could always sense the ambiguous relationship between this girl and her husband. A woman's intuition told her that Christie and her husband had a special relationship.

When the elevator doors opened, Cao Shan was instantly bewildered when he saw the huge, bitten apple logo on the reception wall. He hadn't expected this to be the Apple company that produced computers that looked like works of art.

Introduced by the receptionist, Shen Si and Cao Shan arrived at Wang Yimei's office. Cao Shan would never forget the visual impact of his first meeting with Wang Yimei. She was the first person he had ever seen who was 1.9 meters tall, and a woman at that. Cao Shan had an inexplicable fondness for tall women, and the imposing presence of the 1.9-meter-tall Wang Yimei excited and thrilled him.

But Wang Yimei's impact on Cao Shan wasn't limited to her height. When they entered, Wang Yimei stood gracefully by the reception sofa, smiling, her hands resting on her lower abdomen, waiting for them. She had a flat face, a slightly upturned mouth, and small, slanted eyes—almost a carbon copy of the volleyball player Wang Yimei. While not conventionally beautiful, her red and black framed glasses and neatly styled hair in a bun exuded an elegant air. Wang Yimei, standing at 1.9 meters tall and with a robust physique, was anything but casual in her attire. She wore a black blouse with a small lace collar, her full, rounded breasts being her most prominent feminine feature.

Wang Yimei had a flat stomach, a slender waist, but wide hips, and wore a beige suit skirt with a thin black belt adorned with gold buckles. Beneath the skirt, flesh-colored, shimmering stockings encased her long, thick legs. Cao Shan couldn't help but glance at her legs a few more times; one look was enough to instantly arouse him. He increasingly admired Qu Yan's thick calves, but Wang Yimei's calves were at least a size, perhaps two, thicker than Qu Yan's. Her round, thick calves stretched out like fleshy shields, their thickness almost matching her thighs—in short, both thick and long. Didn't she

know that wearing high heels was a symbol of politeness for white-collar women? Standing at 1.9 meters tall, Wang Yimei was still wearing simple high heels, about 10 centimeters high, likely size 43 or 44. Her large feet, clad in those heels, made her legs almost reach Cao Shan's navel when he stood next to her. He could only look up at her; she was nearly 2 meters tall—a height that would take any man's breath away.

"Hi, Christie, it's nice to meet you," Wang Yimei said, exuding an elegance that seemed disproportionate to her height. Her demeanor was friendly, natural, and poised, and her contralto voice was very pleasant to the ear.

"Hi, Ivy, I really didn't expect you to grace us with your presence amidst your busy schedule. This is my assistant, Shine."

Shen Si also shook hands politely and introduced Cao Shan to Wang Yimei.

"Nice to meet you, Ivy!"

Cao Shan looked up at the tall Wang Yimei in front of him, extended his hand, and for some reason blurted out a phrase in middle school English. When he shook Wang Yimei's hand, he felt that it was slender and soft. His impression of Wang Yimei changed drastically. At first glance, she seemed like a large, burly woman, but after a brief interaction, he found that apart from her outstanding height, strong physique, and long, thick legs, she was a very approachable and gentle woman in her speech and mannerisms. He liked women with a gentle temperament. Of course, this might just be a case of liking her because of her height. Cao Shan had no right to judge what kind of woman Wang Yimei was.

"Hello, Shine, you're such a sunny young man."

Wang Yimei also had a good first impression of Cao Shan.

They exchanged business cards, took their seats, and after a few pleasantries, got down to business. Cao Shan tried his best to remain calm and composed as he introduced the circulation, advertising effectiveness, advantages, and pricing of the Beijing Yellow Pages. He spoke fluently and confidently, almost effortlessly. However, every time he saw Wang Yimei sitting opposite him—her tall, voluptuous figure, the two large mounds of flesh bulging under her shirt, and her long, thick, white legs crossed like a shield of flesh beneath her skirt—he would involuntarily stutter, blush, his heart race, and his breathing quicken. Wang Yimei noticed all of this but simply smiled without saying a word. Only

when Cao Shan finally finished his presentation and closed the beautiful orange-yellow iBook did he breathe a sigh of relief; his task was complete.

Wang Yimei smiled at Cao Shan and said, "Thank you. So, how was the Apple iBook? Is it very good?"

"It's beautiful, stylish, and very easy to use. Our company's design department uses Apple computers, and I myself am a loyal Apple fan. Owning an Apple computer is my goal, but unfortunately, Apple computers are too expensive,"

Cao Shan said sincerely.

Wang Yimei looked at Cao Shan approvingly. She was pleased with his fondness for Apple products and said, "Thank you. Apple products are indeed very high-end in terms of price right now, but we are constantly striving to make Apple products accessible to everyone. And I promise that in the next ten years, Apple will continue to surprise everyone. We will always design the most perfect and beautiful products."

"That would be my honor, Ms. Ivy. Is there anything else you have questions about our media? I can try my best to answer them," Cao Shan replied, feigning professionalism.

"No need, thank you. Your introduction is very detailed. By the way, didn't Christie tell you? Your boss, Jeff, is my husband, so the Beijing Yellow Pages are not unfamiliar to me,"

Wang Yimei said with a friendly smile, maintaining her professional demeanor.

But these words struck Cao Shan like a thunderbolt. What? This tall, ugly but elegant high-class white-collar woman in front of him was Jeff's wife? And just now, he had caught Jeff having sex with Shen Si in the office! Good heavens, what's going on? Was Jeff sending his mistress to talk to his wife about the advertisement? Cao Shan was utterly astonished, a look that betrayed his surprise. He couldn't help but glance at Shen Si, his expression a complex mix of helplessness, sympathy, and pity, making Shen Si quite embarrassed.

This single glance conveyed such a wealth of information that Wang Yimei caught it.

"Oh, by the way, Shine, since you're a loyal Apple customer, if you don't mind, you could visit and try out our products. What do you think?"

Wang Yimei extended her invitation with a smile.

Cao Shan happily agreed. He knew that Shen Si and Wang Yimei were about to have a deep discussion, and perhaps it was better for him not to know some things. So he left the office. In Apple's exhibition area, he personally touched and used the PowerMac G4Cube, the iMac lamp, the candy-colored iMac and iBook, and the first-generation iPod that had just been launched in the US. The rotary dial and the astonishingly large capacity made Cao Shan feel as if he were in a dream world of future technology. Over the next decade, Cao Shan was repeatedly impressed by Apple's products, as Apple brought futuristic technology to reality time and again.

Meanwhile, in Wang Yimei's office, a war of words, both involving two women belonging to the same man and seemingly scheming, began.

Wang Yimei, tall and robust, sat on the sofa, her high-quality shirt and business skirt stretched taut by her full, voluptuous figure. Her large breasts were prominently displayed, and her long, thick, white legs were crossed, her calves resembling powerful, fleshy shields. Despite her height and size, Wang Yimei possessed a refined air—confident, mature, and elegant. In contrast, Shen Si, though undeniably beautiful and well-proportioned, appeared somewhat insecure under the pressure of Wang Yimei's presence. Indeed, what mistress would be so arrogant and confident in front of the wife?

"Christie, you're so beautiful. I remember at Jeff's party last time, you attracted so much attention from men the moment you appeared. Jim from Microsoft even fawned over you. How's it going? Any progress between you two?"

Wang Yimei asked with a smile.

"Thank you for your concern, but you were the hostess that night, I was just a guest. Jim and I are just friends, nothing more."

Shen Si still felt a little awkward hearing Jim's name.

"Hehe, we're all friends, and I know Jim quite well too. He really fell for you at first sight, and I heard your relationship is developing very quickly."

Wang Yimei said mysteriously, but Shen Si was shocked. This circle is too small, she was too careless. Is Jim a boastful person?

Did he tell Wang Yimei about that night? No way...

Seeing Shen Si's expression change, Wang Yimei chuckled inwardly and changed the subject. "These are all private matters between you two, and I'm not a gossipmonger. By the way, Jeff moved so quickly this time. Has your big advertisement for this year still not been finalized? Let me tell you, Jeff is a very considerate and meticulous husband. Every morning he massages me and says, 'Honey, wake up!' Then he makes breakfast, and sometimes he even brings it to my bed. But this morning, before we could even have some tenderness, he asked me about the advertisement, seeming quite anxious. By the way, is he usually very considerate towards you subordinates?"

Shen Si forced a smile and said, "Ivy, really, Jeff is my boss. How could he be considerate towards us? He's just not as strict as he seems." Shen Si felt a little resentful towards herself. Not only had she not expected Jeff to be a hundred times more tender towards his wife than towards her, but what was even more unbearable was Wang Yimei's blatant display of affection in front of her. She had no choice but to accept it because they were a married couple, and she was the mistress. She could only endure it. Fortunately, she was younger, prettier, and had a better figure than Wang Yimei. Jeff wasn't blind; this was her greatest confidence and her biggest asset.

Wang Yimei smiled slightly and said, "Really? My Jeff is quite attentive to you, his trusted subordinate. After the last gathering, he said you're so busy with company business that you don't have time for dating, and he thinks Jim is a good match for you, wanting to set you two up. He even arranged for you to talk about the Microsoft ad, hoping you two could get to know each other better and achieve both career and love success. I even told him that Christie is young and beautiful, and he doesn't need to worry about her. But he said he doesn't want work to interfere with you and hopes you find a good partner."

Hearing Wang Yimei say this, Shen Si felt extremely awkward. She believed that what Wang Yimei said was Jeff's way of comforting and misleading her, but the Microsoft ad, the meeting with Jim, and even that absurd encounter—now that she thought about it, Jeff seemed like an invisible hand pushing things forward. Did Jeff not like her anymore?

Did she want to push herself out? Or did she hope that having a boyfriend would allow her to date more recklessly without considering the consequences and having someone to foot the bill? For the first time, she felt that Jeff was so unfathomable, so unfamiliar.

But Shen Si had always been a strong-willed person, so she smiled slightly and said, "Ivy, actually I don't really like men in the business world. Although they have high incomes, I always feel that they can't be honest with each other. I prefer ordinary, sincere love. To be honest, Shine, who came with me, is my new boyfriend."

"Oh?"

Wang Yimei became interested upon hearing this and asked, "You like young, little boys? Small, well-behaved boys?"

Men and women are the same; they often like people who are different from themselves. For example, Wang Yimei likes short, small boys. Strong women also like petite and delicate boys. Wang Yimei noticed Cao Shan as soon as he came in, but she couldn't be too aggressive on their first meeting, but she had already secretly taken a liking to him. She didn't expect that this cute little boy was actually Shen Si's boyfriend, making her hesitant to make a move. Perhaps eager for Cao Shan to find a job, Wang Yimei realized her words had been somewhat frivolous and quickly laughed awkwardly, "Oh, I'm sorry. Just now, perhaps Christie, you're really very approachable, making me feel too comfortable. I'm truly sorry; I shouldn't have asked so many questions about your affairs." "

Oh, it's alright. Actually, I really enjoy talking to you more closely; it makes me feel less distant."

Shen Si noticed Wang Yimei's special attention to Cao Shan.

"Really? That's great. Christie, I admire your unique perspective on love. This young man is quite good—honest and reliable. While business skills are important, character is even more crucial."

Wang Yimei unconsciously steered the conversation back to Cao Shan.

"Well, if Ivy doesn't mind that Shine is a newcomer, I'd be willing to let him communicate and interact with you in the coming days. After all, he's also my assistant. Of course, I'm not being disrespectful; I just think that if you have a good impression of him, perhaps your communication will be better."

A slightly wicked thought crept into Shen Si's mind, but she remained outwardly calm.

"If you don't mind, I certainly don't care who I contact. Beijing Yellow Pages is my husband's business, and I'll be doing reviews, reports, and budget allocations for various media outlets. There will be a lot of trivial matters involved. Knowing you're Jeff's right-hand woman and have a lot to do, having Shine to liaise with me is perfect. However,"

Wang Yimei smiled faintly, revealing a hint of frivolity, "aren't you afraid I'll corrupt your little boyfriend?"

"Hehehe," Shen Si was annoyed inside, but outwardly she still smiled happily and said, "Ivy, you're so funny. You're a good woman."

"Really? Maybe. Like my husband Jeff said, besides my height and figure, what he values most about me is my character. Of course, he's a man who likes tall women. He had a hard time pursuing me back then, and I was always puzzled. A man as outstanding as him, even a young and beautiful woman like Christie would be swarming around him, but Jeff only likes women taller and stronger than him, saying he has a connection with them. Who knows? Men's hearts are so unpredictable." Shen Si chuckled inwardly. Jeff values your connections and money, right? A tall, stocky woman, so ugly, who would like that? She didn't want to dwell on it any longer. As a mistress, chatting with the wife was always exhausting, so she said, "Ivy, then we'll leave our advertising to you. I won't bother you any longer." Wang Yimei also smiled and stood up to see her off, "Okay, I hope we can have a pleasant collaboration, and of course, I wish you and your boyfriend happiness. Bye."

"Bye," Shen Si stood up and left.

Wang Yimei was left alone in the office. Looking out the glass wall, she saw Shen Si holding Cao Shan's hand, his arm around her waist, in a very intimate manner. A surge of excitement rose within her. She was determined to conquer this handsome young man, not only because he attracted her, but also because she knew he was the boyfriend of the woman her husband was having an affair with. Shen Si, too, was calculating. For a second, she felt a pang of pity; she felt sorry for Cao Shan and didn't want him to make a sacrifice. But a second later, she became resolute. For the sake of her own happiness, she'd let Cao Shan make the sacrifice this once; she could always make it up to him later. She noticed Cao Shan had a particular fondness for tall women, even Wang Yimei. So, she would have Cao Shan seduce Wang Yimei. She knew Jeff might not cherish her as much, but he was extremely controlling. He wouldn't even let Shen Si touch his phone or laptop, let alone another man taking advantage of his wife. If Wang Yimei had been more honest with her, less arrogant, and less suspicious and contemptuous, and if she hadn't repeatedly provoked Shen Si with her words, Shen Si might not have been able to do this. But now she was determined. If Cao Shan could win over Wang Yimei, perhaps she could reap unexpected benefits.

Cao Shan was a little confused.

Why was Shen Si suddenly so affectionate towards him after leaving Wang Yimei's office? She even took his hand and let him put his arm around her soft waist, just like a boyfriend and girlfriend. Although he had accidentally witnessed her being pinned down by Jeff and knew that Shen Si was just a pawn in a game of love, in his humble heart, Shen Si was still an incredibly outstanding, even somewhat queen-like older sister. This sudden closeness in their relationship was something he couldn't quite accept. Cao Shan had his arm around Shen Si's waist, his hand naturally resting on her round, pert buttocks. As Shen Si's long legs moved, her buttocks bounced elastically, touching his sweaty palm. Once inside the elevator, Cao Shan finally couldn't resist and, with a determined gesture, lightly scratched Shen Si's buttocks.

The elevator doors closed, and Shen Si immediately frowned, pulling Cao Shan's hand away and coldly saying, "Shine, what are you doing!"

"Oh, sorry, just now…"

Cao Shan was completely bewildered; how could her expression change so quickly?

"Shine, that was just acting. Regardless, I hope you'll show me respect! Also, I'm very busy with work. Ivy had a good impression of you and knows you're my assistant. You'll be handling this advertisement with Ivy. This includes communicating with the client and delivering materials, etc." Looking at Shen Si's serious expression, Cao Shan was even more confused. Apple! Such a big order, and I'm being put in charge? She timidly asked, "Christie, am I...can I handle this?"

"Your duty is to meet all the client's needs to the best of your ability. Remember, meet all their needs, by any means necessary, understand?"

Shen Si's face was solemn, but her heart was filled with apology. She truly felt sorry for Cao Shan, because he only had two paths left: either Wang Yimei would take advantage of him, or the business would fail and he would lose his job. Neither outcome was good.

"Oh, I understand," Cao Shan vaguely agreed, unaware that he was slowly sinking into a whirlpool.

Wang Yimei sat in front of her office and dialed her husband's number.

"Hi, Jeff. Just met your beautiful secretary. She's very pretty," Wang Yimei said casually, her long hand twirling the phone cord.

"Ivy, she's the business director, not my secretary," Jeff said awkwardly on the other end of the line.

"Alright, alright, we're an old married couple, what's there to hide? I'm abroad most of the time, how can you stay quiet? But I've also heard some things, she does have a boyfriend, so don't do anything immoral,"

Wang Yimei said calmly.

"Wife, what are you thinking? I'm completely devoted to you, what does it matter to me whether she has a boyfriend or not?"

Jeff feigned composure.

"Jeff, you can be really cute sometimes. We've been married for so many years, I know you. Okay, I know you want to know, last time you told me Christie's boyfriend was Jim, haha, don't you know people around you are having office romances?"

"Oh? Really?"

Jeff was getting a little impatient.

"I didn't expect someone so young to like younger men, hehe," Wang Yimei said with a laugh. "Her boyfriend is Shine, Cao Shan, who came with her. I heard they just started dating."

"Hehe, you two have quite a deep conversation. Okay, all I care about is the advertising. Whoever she's with, getting the contract with your company is the most important thing. Okay, honey, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook for you. Bye."

"Oh, no need. Next year's advertising plan has already started, I might have to work overtime. Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Jeff's fawning smile immediately vanished. He slammed his fist on the table, gritting his teeth.

"I didn't expect you to actually like that little brat. Just wait and see how I deal with you two!"

Shen Si had just returned to the company when Jeff called her to his office. He never hid his mistress.

"Christie, I heard you and Shine are dating?"

Jeff was getting increasingly agitated.

Shen Si sneered, tears welling up in her eyes instantly. She looked coldly at Jeff and said, "Jeff, I never expected you to ask me this. You let your lover meet your wife, and she flaunts their affection everywhere, while subtly attacking me at every turn. I've suffered so much and have to force a smile. I know that a small act of impatience can ruin a big plan. Should I tell Ivy that her husband is my lover? Shine went with me; I had to use him as a shield to preserve my last shred of dignity. I never expected you to ask me this!"

She then broke down in tears.

Jeff realized his impulsiveness and quickly hugged her tightly, saying intimately, "Baby, I'm sorry, I hurt you."

Shen Si raised her small fists and pounded on her lover's shoulder, crying, "Jeff, so you trust your wife the most? I'm nothing to you! You believed such an obvious lie? You were acting like you were possessed, wanting to have sex with me right there in the office, and Shine caught us. If he were my boyfriend, wouldn't he have stormed in and fought you? You're a big jerk!"

Jeff grabbed her small fists and hugged her even tighter, comforting her, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was blinded by passion, but, but I really love you, I'm really afraid of losing you."

Shen Si sobbed on Jeff's shoulder. She felt a warmth in her heart, but she no longer completely believed Jeff's words. The absurd debauchery with Jim, the series of clues from beginning to end—Wang Yimei had reminded him that Jeff was definitely not an outsider. He could actually let Jim defile her, which chilled her to the bone.

Jeff, embracing Shen Si's tall, soft, and sexy body, felt a pang of unease. From the day Cao Shan joined the company, Shen Si had shown him special care; he resembled her ex-boyfriend, which made Jeff somewhat jealous. And today, with so many top performers in the company, why bring only Cao Shan? Shen Si still wanted to take care of him.

Wang Yimei wasn't working overtime today.

Tall women are a specific group in this society; they possess an enviable height but also troubles that ordinary people cannot understand. Tall women are a scarce resource in this society; they easily become famous, like models or athletes. However, ordinary tall women often feel alienated from others because of their height advantage. Wang Yimei, a not-so-pretty tall woman, felt like a monster in many people's eyes; her height was not the same as that of models. Back in the US, work wasn't busy, and she lived alone in a hotel. Aside from occasionally having one-night stands, she used the internet to create a chat room for tall women. Tall women are relatively rare, mostly from Northeast China and Shandong. Height is often seen as a virtue, and tall women are rarely lonely or empty-headed. Therefore, the chat room has few female members, but this doesn't hinder its popularity. Many male netizens, particularly drawn to tall women, flock to the chat room, and surprisingly, the majority are shorter men. Short men like tall women, and tall women are often more interested in shorter men. Perhaps in real life, they are constrained by the so-called "matching" and have height requirements for their partners. But deep down, she discovered that tall women mostly like shorter men, and Wang Yimei is no exception.

Every time she returns to China, besides work and family, another task in Wang Yimei's itinerary is to meet and chat with members. Because the number is small and they are scattered across different cities, she travels between cities, both for work and personal reasons, like meeting friends, to meet women who are "taller" than herself, chatting about everyday life, or life ideals, and of course, ultimately, it always comes down to relationships. Short men have small penises, but to them, they're exquisite. When short men are with tall women, their inherent disadvantage makes them feel helplessly submissive, which often excites the tall women, giving them a sense of counter-conquest. Once in Shandong, I met a young woman, about 1.8 meters tall, similar to me—tall and strong. She wasn't pretty, but she was a player. Shandong men are generally burly, so petite and charming women are often more popular. Her husband wasn't interested in her, but because he relied on his wife's family connections to gain power, he couldn't divorce her, so they each went their own way. She was simultaneously having relationships with several short college students. When Wang Yimei approached her, the young woman took pity on her and actually called three young men to a hotel for a fivesome! The three boys, only about 1.6 meters tall, went crazy at the sight of the two tall, strong, and fair-skinned women. She, too, was unleashed her queenly potential, straddling the boys' heads and clamping their heads tightly between her thighs, almost suffocating them. Finally, the three short men ganged up on her, sandwiched in the middle, two penises inserted into her vagina, and another in her mouth, until she peed herself. This was her most unforgettable memory.

She was supposed to meet a friend today, a newcomer in the chat room, whom she hadn't met in person yet. She knew her marriage wasn't happy; she and her husband had started a business together, but her husband had another woman and met a younger man who was distant and unapproachable, leaving her in a dilemma. If she took the initiative, he would hesitate; if she backed down, she wouldn't be willing to give up.

Wang Yimei originally wanted to meet her, chat, offer some advice, and perhaps even share some experiences. But the woman wasn't comfortable with moving from virtual to real life and politely declined.

The Shandong woman she met last time gave her inspiration. Wang Yimei also frequented chat rooms, often chatting with young men, but due to her social status, it remained purely online. One boy, who said he was still in university, was somewhat shy and insecure because of his short stature. He got along well with Wang Yimei, unlike the other predatory men who immediately started with things like, "You're so tall, kneeling on the bed is like a mountain, I have to stand on tiptoe to fuck you hard." He also showed a fondness for tall women, but in a restrained way, which made a deeper impression on Wang Yimei and made her particularly interested.

She got his phone number in the chat room but never called. Today, after seeing her husband's beautiful secretary and the handsome young man Cao Shan, she felt a strange itch in her heart. Last night, her husband had taken good care of her, but this morning he left her feeling unsatisfied and unable to get an erection. She also noticed he was losing interest in her, especially since he was secretly taking Viagra but still couldn't maintain an erection. This hurt Wang Yimei deeply. She pondered this in her office for a while before finally dialing the number.

"Hello, is this Little Brother?"

In the chat room, Wang Yimei always called this guy "Little Brother."

The other person seemed a little confused, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Hello, Sister, I, I..." He paused again before saying, "Oh, sorry, who is this?"

He clearly didn't remember the sister he had chatted with in the virtual world.

Wang Yimei didn't mind; in fact, his timid yet polite demeanor increased her positive feelings towards him. "It's me, the sister you chatted with in the high-class chat room."

"Oh, hello, I'm sorry, I really didn't expect you to call me. Is there something you need?"

The other person was very polite, but also surprised.

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm free today and wanted to meet you. I was wondering if you had time?" Wang Yimei's friendly and alluring mezzo-soprano voice was irresistible to most men.

"I..."

The other person fell into deep thought, and after a long while, said, "I, I'm fine, but..."

"But you don't know what to say when we meet, right?"

Wang Yimei's voice became even gentler and more considerate.

"Mmm," the boy agreed and then fell silent.

"Giggle," Wang Yimei couldn't help but laugh. She liked the boy's timid demeanor; this child probably hadn't seen much of the world and was scared by her. "Little brother, weren't you quite talkative in the chat room? How come you're even afraid to meet your big sister?"

"I, I actually really want to see you..."

he stammered again.

"Okay, are you afraid I'll eat you up? I'll come find you, okay?"

Wang Yimei took a step further.

There was no response from the other end of the phone, only some noisy sounds, seemingly a group of boys playing basketball. After a long pause, the person on the other end of the phone finally spoke, "Well, I want to eat at Pizza Hut, will you treat me?"

"No problem, I'll call you in a bit, little brother." After hanging up, Wang Yimei realized her face was also flushed, and her breathing was rapid with excitement. She was very nervous. Was she really going to secretly date a student she'd never met before behind her husband's back? Would he like her like this? These were the reasons that made Wang Yimei nervous.

Chapter 19

The car quickly arrived at the boy's school. After making the call, a thin, small boy was seen looking around as he walked towards the school gate. He saw Wang Yimei, but still stopped at the school gate and dialed her number. Wang Yimei didn't answer. After hanging up, she waved to him. The boy looked into the school for a moment before quickly walking over and getting into the car.

"Hello, sister, my name is Chu Fei."

The boy blushed and lowered his head, not daring to look at her, and simply greeted her.

Wang Yimei smiled as she looked at the boy in the passenger seat. He was dressed simply in a plaid cotton shirt, jeans, and sneakers—a typical student, the kind you wouldn't recognize in a crowd. He had a parted hairstyle popular back then, and his face was covered in acne, revealing a huge contradiction between his boundless energy and lack of outlet. He was only average-looking, certainly far less attractive than Cao Shan, Wang Yimei thought. But for this lustful young woman, such a vibrant young man was like lambs to the slaughter—as long as the meat was tasty, who cared what the lamb looked like?

"Chu Fei, hello, I'll still call you little brother. Little brother, where do you want to eat? Is there a Pizza Hut nearby?"

Wang Yimei asked with a smile, like an older sister, kind and gentle, hiding her lustful desires.

"Um, I'd like to go somewhere a little further away, is that alright?"

Chu Fei then turned his head to look at her briefly before quickly looking away.

"Okay, no problem."

Wang Yimei knew this was because she was afraid her classmates would see him eating with a strange older woman and gossip would follow, plus her figure was too eye-catching.

Even so, when the two walked into a Pizza Hut, they still attracted attention from other diners; they were simply too conspicuous. Chu Fei was barely 1.7 meters tall, but Wang Yimei, at 1.9 meters, wearing high heels, looked over 2 meters. The boy was thin, while Wang Yimei was voluptuous. The boy had the typical student look, but she was dressed like a typical urban white-collar worker.

"Little brother, there's a seat here. You don't get much good food at school, do you? Today it's my treat, eat whatever you want, okay?"

Wang Yimei deliberately spoke loudly, gently patting Chu Fei's head, as if to tell others that they were just siblings.

"Thank you, sister!"

Chu Fei smiled gratefully, revealing a bright white smile. Wang Yimei's heart skipped a beat. This was a long-lost radiant smile; she couldn't find this kind of heartfelt warmth in her husband or those white and black men.

They ordered pizza and snacks, two drinks, and a self-service salad. Wang Yimei handed him the bowl, and soon he returned with a huge, overflowing bowl.

"Wow, little brother, you're so amazing! You made so much! I'm so impressed..."

Wang Yimei said in a slightly coquettish tone, making Chu Fei blush, his acne-covered face turning even redder.

The two sat at a two-person table in the corner, eating and chatting.

Wang Yimei wasn't interested in this fast-food style pizza, only eating the salad, while Chu Fei enjoyed it.

After all, in 2001, a student couldn't afford to eat pizza often.

Chu Fei was considerate; he ate two slices, and seeing that Wang Yimei hadn't eaten anything, he asked, "Sister, why aren't you eating?"

Wang Yimei smiled and said, "I'm afraid I'll gain weight. I'm already tall and strong; if I get any fatter, I won't look good."

"No, it's fine,"

he said timidly.

"Really? To be honest, do you think I'm not pretty?"

Wang Yimei looked at him with a smile.

"No, what's most attractive about a woman is her temperament. You have a really good temperament, and you're so tall..."

Chu Fei's answer was clever, but he still choked nervously and coughed, tilting his head to the side.

"Haha, you're so sweet-talking. I know I'm not pretty. I knew it from the first time you looked at me. Your eyes didn't light up."

Wang Yimei didn't care and continued, "I'm so tall and strong, don't you like me? I know you guys like petite girls, small and delicate, so you can protect them."

Chu Fei quickly shook his head and said, "I don't know what others think, but anyway, I like tall and big women. Hmm, maybe I'm short myself."

Wang Yimei's heart skipped a beat. She knew that although she hadn't amazed the young man, she was his type. "Really? Is your girlfriend tall?"

she continued to ask tentatively.

His face flushed again, then he smiled and said, "I don't have a girlfriend. I'm short, not handsome, and broke. What girl would want to be with me?" The term "loser" didn't exist back then, but he was the epitome of one.

"Youth is an asset! You're so energetic; it'll make older women's hearts flutter,"

Wang Yimei couldn't resist and began her slow, calculated advance. As she spoke, she rested her arm on the table, propped her chin on her hand, and gazed intently at the much younger boy. Her full breasts were pressed against the table, and he had already stolen several glances at them.

"Hmm, maybe so. Just like how we're interested in married women at our age," he said, finally mustering the courage to look directly into Wang Yimei's face. He no longer looked away; his burning gaze was filled with the flames of desire. He had received a clear signal from this tall, beautiful woman, and his breathing became heavy with excitement.

Seeing the shy boy opposite her suddenly become eager like a little leopard, Wang Yimei couldn't help but chuckle. She was already planning how to tame this little wild beast; it seemed he had been holding back for a long time.

"Little brother, you don't have a girlfriend, and you seem so full of vigor. How do you usually take care of yourself?"

Wang Yimei asked casually.

Chu Fei, teased by Wang Yimei, completely opened his heart and softly replied in a deliberately gentle tone, "I... I usually take care of myself, but it's not satisfying. I collect some AVs and watch them to masturbate."

"Oh? What kind of actresses are in them?"

Wang Yimei teased him.

He had already forgotten to eat, swallowed hard, and said, "They're all... all like you, tall and voluptuous. I like tall and voluptuous girls the most."

"Oh? You don't like little girls, but you prefer big, ugly women like me?"

Wang Yimei asked.

His face flushed with excitement, and he wore a lewd expression, but Wang Yimei seemed to like him. "No, you're not ugly, you're beautiful, really. I like tall women like you, I like queens."

His voice trembled as he finished speaking, all the lewdness of a masturbating otaku on display.

"Hahaha," Wang Yimei couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Really? I am a queen! Dare to be alone with me? I'm going to punish you, you dark-hearted brat who wants to play with big women!"

"Sister, I'm willing, I'll do anything you ask, I'm willing to be your sex toy,"

Chu Fei said, uttering the most obscene words.

Upon hearing the words "sex toy," Wang Yimei couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing again. "Hehehe, what kind of nonsense is going on in your little head?"

Seeing this, Chu Fei realized he had lost his composure. It was clear he was a very insecure and withdrawn boy, with a dirty mind but a strong sense of pride. He knew how to use apologies as a protective shield, so he quickly said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just being tactless. I only meant to make you happy, but I didn't expect the joke to go so far."

He subtly withdrew his joke.

But Wang Yimei had finally managed to get him to laugh, and she wasn't about to let him off the hook. She quickly said, "I'm very happy, I'm just worried you can't handle it."

He lowered his head, but couldn't help smiling broadly, and said softly, "I'm not afraid."

Wang Yimei and Chu Fei booked a room at a four-star hotel, using Chu Fei's ID. She was willing to pay, but she couldn't take the risk.

He went up in the elevator, and she waited in the hotel lobby. After a while, she received a text message with the room number. She smiled and entered the elevator.

In the elevator, she looked at herself in the mirror, thinking about how she was about to make love with that strange student. It was absurd, yet exciting. She thought of Jeff and felt a little guilty, but then she thought of Shen Si and felt relieved. Her husband must have already fucked that slut; she was so beautiful, had a great figure, and was young. Humph, just because Jeff wasn't interested in her didn't mean no one else wanted her. The clueless little beast in the room was probably even more excited than she was right now. Thinking of this, Wang Yimei's crotch suddenly became wet.

Stepping out of the elevator, thankfully, the upscale hotel was quiet and safe; otherwise, her tall figure would have been too conspicuous.

The room door was slightly ajar. Wang Yimei slipped in and saw the young man sitting nervously on the corner of the bed, staring blankly at her.

Seeing his expression, Wang Yimei found it amusing. How come she looked like a customer and the young man looked like a male prostitute? Seeing his nervousness, Wang Yimei thought it would be better for her to take the initiative.

She placed her bag on the table by the door and smiled at him, saying, "Little brother, alright, now it's just the two of us. You can do whatever you want to your sister."

Chu Fei hesitated for a moment, then walked over and pressed himself against her. He was much shorter than Wang Yimei, his head resting right on her full breasts. He wrapped his arms around her back, holding her round waist, and through her skirt, he grabbed her large, firm buttocks and began to knead them.

"Ah... little brother, you're so tender."

Wang Yimei looked down at his eager appearance and became even more excited. She lovingly stroked the young man's hair, her other hand around his thin body, rubbing his back. So thin. She thought to herself, and her lower body began to wet again.

"Sister, I'm your little dog, you're my queen, okay?"

It seemed that the young man was indeed a bottom, having watched quite a few pornographic films, and quickly got into character. But it's no wonder, even in pornographic films, where can you find a woman as tall and strong as Wang Yimei?

"Little dog, the Queen commands you to strip naked and serve me!"

Wang Yimei said bluntly, issuing orders.

The little dog obeyed, using both hands and mouth to unbutton Wang Yimei's shirt, then reached behind her back to unhook her bra. The boy was clumsy, struggling for a long time before Wang Yimei finally managed to unhook it herself. With her

breasts free, two full, large breasts sprang out, exposed. Chu Feiping, gazing at the woman's proud breasts, pounced into Wang Yimei's arms like a nursing child, burying his head between her breasts, his hands greedily fondling them.

Men are naturally skilled at playing with women. The little dog vigorously kneaded the white, soft, and large breasts in his hands. He had only seen men playing with women's breasts in pornographic films, and had fantasized about the bodies of female classmates, teachers, aunts, and mothers, but the feeling of actually touching a woman's white, soft skin was a hundred times better than he had imagined.

The young boy, mimicking scenes from adult films, took one of Wang Yimei's large breasts into his mouth, sucking the nipple. He couldn't remember what breastfeeding felt like as a child, but the sensation of the nipple, tongue, and teeth in his mouth was incredible. He would occasionally nibble gently on Wang Yimei's erect, date-like nipple, swirling it around with his tongue. He imagined this woman, a towering figure in high heels, whom he had to look up to—a woman of exceptional beauty—as his tonight. Though not conventionally beautiful, she possessed an elegant air, undoubtedly a high-class white-collar worker. Judging by her age, she was likely a lonely woman seeking pleasure. The thought of kissing another man's wife's breasts, and then later fucking her cunt, excited him even more, making him more vigorous.

Wang Yimei hadn't expected the young boy to be so attentive. Seeing his short body pressed against her tall, muscular frame, requiring her to tilt her head back slightly to reach her breasts, was a perfect example of how the 30-centimeter height difference made it easier for the smaller man to lick her breasts. Wang Yimei's nipples became itchy, and her breasts were already swollen from being rubbed by this little devil. She moaned with enjoyment, and the boy, hearing the woman's real moans, became even more excited, playing with Wang Yimei's large breasts, making her even more aroused. She thought, her husband? Humph, he doesn't have the patience to serve my breasts; he'd be lucky to even deliver the "labor tax." Shen Si, that little slut, has pretty full and perky breasts; her husband has probably kissed them many times.

Chu Fei became more and more excited as he licked Wang Yimei, even tightly hugging the boy's neck and pressing his entire face into her breasts, torturing him for his own pleasure, until the boy begged her to let him suffocate, then she gritted her teeth and angrily released him.

He was suffocating, tears streaming down his face, drooling, and panting heavily, saying, "Sister, you're going to suffocate me."

Wang Yimei showed no pity, raised her slanted eyes, and slapped him across the face, though it didn't hurt much. She then spat in his face, yelling, "Little dog, who's your sister? I'm your queen! You have to serve me and make me feel good! Understand?"

With that, she grabbed the boy's hair and shook him violently.

Chu Fei was being shaken by the tall Wang Yimei, but his cheeks flushed and his eyes shone. He wiped the saliva from his face and said obsequiously, "The queen's saliva is as sweet as morning dew, utterly delightful. This little dog is willing to serve the queen. Please give your orders."

Wang Yimei smiled secretly. She enjoyed teasing others, but most men were chauvinistic. Even though she was taller than most men, who wanted to be bossed around by a woman in bed? This young man she'd met today was quite to her liking.

Wang Yimei sat on the sofa, lifting one of her thick, long legs. The young man quickly knelt down, his head bowed, and hoisted Wang Yimei's thick leg onto his shoulder, awaiting his task.

"Little puppy, take off the Queen's clothes. The Queen is tired. Lick my feet and body!"

Wang Yimei was testing him to see if he really liked being abused. A normal man would never want to lick a woman's feet.

Hearing Wang Yimei say this, Chu Fei seemed unusually excited. Trembling, he pulled off the high heels that had been stuffing into Wang Yimei's large, fleshy feet, tugging them down forcefully. Looking at her large, fleshy feet encased in stockings, he actually held her size 44 feet and licked the soles of her feet through the fabric. The nylon stockings, stuffed into the high heels for so long, had a slight odor, but it didn't dampen the puppy's enthusiasm at all; on the contrary, it made him even more excited. He held her large feet, licking from heel to toe, occasionally pressing his nose to the soles like sniffing, then looking completely content.

Wang Yimei sat comfortably on the sofa, her soles tingling from the licking. Seeing Chu Fei's lewd expression, she became even more audacious, occasionally kicking his face with her other foot. But the young man wasn't bothered at all; instead, he seemed to enjoy it. While playing with him with her large feet, Wang Yimei cursed inwardly, "What a fucking scumbag!"

Wang Yimei was no longer satisfied with this scumbag licking her feet; she was itching terribly down there. She slapped the little boy's face with her foot, looking like a queen, and said arrogantly, "Little dog, do my feet smell good?"

"Yes, my feet smell really good," the little boy replied obsequiously.

"Smell good my foot! I can smell my own feet! They've been covered up all day, how could they smell good?" Wang Yimei lifted her foot and lightly tapped his head.

"Smell good, I'm like the Fragrant Concubine..."

This bastard was truly unstoppable when he got shameless.

"Don't give me that nonsense. My feet are sour and salty, aren't they? Hmph, do you want to lick the sourer and saltier parts?"

Wang Yimei couldn't help but excitedly wiggle her buttocks.

Chu Fei, that little pervert, of course knew what Wang Yimei meant by "sourer and saltier parts." He was as excited as a dog in heat, nodding incessantly, panting heavily.

Wang Yimei stood up, spread her legs, and looked down at the little dog kneeling on the ground. It was so thin and small. She was extremely excited and thought that she must torture it properly. Wang Yimei provocatively reached her slender hand between her legs, tracing her perineum from back to front, lifting a corner of her panties, sticking out her plump buttocks, and slowly pulling the panties down to her thighs. She then crossed and lifted her thick, fat legs, pulled the panties off, and flicked them onto the little boy's face. She then spread her legs again and commanded, "Little dog, come here, crawl between my legs." Chu Fei, that grandson, had his heart almost jump out of his chest when he saw Wang Yimei's alluring posture as she took off her panties. He looked up at the tall, strong, giant-like woman in front of him. Her two thick, round, white legs, her big buttocks, and her wide hips made her even more alluring and sexy than those AV actresses. Her two large breasts rose and fell with her breath, and although her round waist was not slender, it had almost no excess fat. A palm-sized clump of dark pubic hair was visible between her legs, and a fleshy stalk could be vaguely seen hanging down from between her parted legs. Chu Fei pounced on Wang Yimei like a vicious dog, crawling between her legs. Wang Yimei seized the opportunity, grabbing his hair and lifting him up until his face was buried beneath her buttocks.

Wang Yimei felt the boy's nose pressing against her clitoris, causing her

to moan excitedly, "Ah..." She then wiggled her large buttocks back and forth, rubbing her genitals against his face.

"Does my pussy smell good?"

Wang Yimei felt the boy's tongue scraping against her tender labia; the sensation was exquisite, tingling and making her legs weak.

"Smells good, smells good," Chu Fei said, holding Wang Yimei's thick legs with both hands, his head tilted back 180 degrees, his face completely buried between the legs of the woman who was bullying him.

"Smells good my ass! Doesn't my pussy smell good?"

Wang Yimei pulled his head away with both hands, lifting it forcefully while pressing her buttocks down, making his face even more firmly pressed against hers.

The boy's entire head was buried between Wang Yimei's plump, rounded legs; he couldn't speak, only nodding repeatedly.

Wang Yimei kept twisting her large buttocks back and forth, straddling Chu Fei's head as he licked her vulva. He sucked her long, plump labia into his mouth, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick her clitoris, each stroke sending shivers of excitement through her. She mischievously pressed her thighs together, watching the thin legs of the boy beneath her tremble on the ground, which only fueled her excitement.

Chu Fei, that bastard, was quite the player. He reached out and grabbed Wang Yimei's round buttocks, then, taking her by surprise, shoved his finger into her anus. "Ah…"

Wang Yimei screamed, thrusting forward with all her might, almost causing the little dog trapped between her legs to stumble.

Wang Yimei reached behind and grabbed his hand, cursing, "You little brat, stop touching my ass! I feel uncomfortable, I need to pee!" Every time Chu Fei's finger squeezed her anus, she felt an uncontrollable urge to urinate.

Chu Fei forced his head out from between Wang Yimei's legs, his face covered in her vaginal fluid, sticky and smeared like glue. "Sister, sister, pee on my face, pee on my face!"

Wang Yimei's lower abdomen was already swollen from Chu Fei's actions, and she had only drunk water while eating with him. She was still hesitant; after all, as a high-level white-collar worker and elegant wife, she was still somewhat embarrassed about urinating in front of others, and worried about whether the little stud beneath her could accept this kind of play. But seeing Chu Fei's initiative, she didn't care anymore. With a thrust of her lower abdomen, a gush of urine gushed out, the water washing over her tender flesh, making a sizzling sound.

This large amount of urine landed all over Chu Fei's face and body, soaking him completely. This was the first time Wang Yimei had ever urinated in front of a boy, and even more so, the first time she had ever urinated on him. She stood with her legs spread like a man's, watching the stream of urine spray out and splash onto his face. Chu Fei, as if taking a shower, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth wide, letting the warm, pale yellow urine wash over his face. The urine was the same temperature as the body temperature of the tall, strong married woman before him. The urine sprayed into his mouth like it was being poured into a small hole, making gurgling sounds.

As the urine stream subsided, Wang Yimei even shuddered with excitement. Chu Fei's entire face, hair, and body were soaked, his open mouth filled with white, foamy, yellow urine—it made her feel a little nauseous. But Chu Fei didn't care. He spat the urine onto the ground, took off his wet clothes, and used them to wipe his hair, face, and body.

Wang Yimei hadn't expected him to actually be her sex toy; she even had a wicked thought: she'd only feel satisfied if she defecated in his mouth that day. But then she thought, "How disgusting would it be if I pooped all over him? I definitely wouldn't be interested in doing it then." Luckily, a splash of urine wasn't a big deal.

Wang Yimei was also aroused by the boy's lewd behavior, her vulva itchy and empty from being licked. She raised one long white leg and put it on the sofa, opening her vulva wide, hands on her hips, looking down at Chu Fei and saying, "Little dog, you did a good job just now. I'll let you fuck me, will you agree?" Chu Fei swallowed excitedly. He stood up and rushed to Wang Yimei, grabbed her, rubbed his erect penis against her thigh, and tried to pull her onto the bed.

Wang Yimei remained unmoved, tightly hugging Chu Fei's thin body, stroking his young and tender skin, and said, "Just stand there and fuck me!"

The boy tried hard to stand on tiptoe, stretching his penis upwards, his penis stretched long, and he had to push hard to barely touch Wang Yimei's drooping labia.

"Sister, I can't reach," Chu Fei said disappointedly.

"Idiot, you shorty, you can't even reach a woman, what can you do?" Wang Yimei verbally humiliated him, reaching down to his crotch and grabbing his penis, a handful full. The young man's penis wasn't big or small, but he was strong and virile, hard as iron and hot as a branding iron. She had to slowly squat down, holding his penis against her vaginal opening, and then press down hard.

"Mmm..."

The little boy's penis finally entered her empty, yearning cunt. Her cunt, which had been fucked by men of different races, felt the unique sensation of the young boy. Although the size wasn't particularly outstanding, the flesh of his penis rubbing against the walls of her vagina was truly fresh and tender. And the hardness that made her legs weak, as hard as a baton, was many times stronger than Jeff's old, sometimes soft, sometimes hard penis.

The young boy wrapped his arms around Wang Yimei's waist, supporting her large, plump buttocks, his body pressed against hers, his head resting on her proud, erect breasts, thrusting forcefully and with abandon. Wang Yimei's legs went weak and her vagina tightened from the hard object penetrating her body; she clung tightly to his thin frame for balance. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ah...you little rascal, you're so strong...fuck me, fuck me harder...ah...ah..."

Half of Wang Yimei's moans were genuine, half were a provocation. But this bastard was truly obedient, holding Wang Yimei's large buttocks and thrusting faster and faster, muttering, "Sister, sister, I finally, I've fucked a woman! Sister, you're so tall and strong, I love fucking you, it's so satisfying, so satisfying!" His crotch moved like a small motor.

In less than a minute, Wang Yimei's cunt was numb and tingling. She watched as the young man, his eyes vacant and lifeless, focused entirely on his penis, thrusting faster and faster. She was starting to feel uncomfortable herself, pushing him away, saying, "Little brother, slow down, slow down, take it slow." But Chu Fei wouldn't listen, yelling, "So good, so good! Sister, you're so tender inside! Sister, I can't take it anymore! Ah, ah, so good..."

Seeing this, Wang Yimei knew he was about to ejaculate and quickly tried to push him away, "No, no, don't ejaculate inside! Get off me, get off me!" But it was too late. The young man let out a low growl, thrusting hard, and a thick stream of semen sprayed perfectly into Wang Yimei's wet, throbbing vagina.

"Ah..."

Wang Yimei, trembling from the hot, sticky fluid, clung to Chu Fei, both of them shuddering simultaneously.

The young boy, as if drained of his energy by Wang Yimei, leaned weakly against her like a puppy. "You came so quickly? First time?"

Wang Yimei was also panting, but unlike the boy's immense satisfaction, she was left feeling utterly drained. Meeting a virgin was nice, but it was too short, not satisfying at all. She asked, somewhat annoyed.

The boy nodded, like a child who had done something wrong, his head bowed.

Wang Yimei pushed him away, slumped dejectedly onto the sofa, and gently ran her fingers through her long, flowing hair. During sex, her hair, which had been styled in a bun, had fallen loose, giving her a somewhat alluring look. However, given her tall, strong figure and her striking features, the feminine hairstyle seemed somewhat out of place.

"Alright, Chu Fei,"

Wang Yimei resumed her more formal address. *Don't mind me, I was just playing around. Now that things have come to this, it's more fun to play a role, isn't it? You've tasted the flavors of womanhood now, so put your clothes on.*

Chu Fei was quite perceptive, noticing Wang Yimei's displeasure. He lowered his head and muttered, "Sister, are you unhappy? Is it because it's not over yet?"

"Yeah, who knew it was your first time, so fast."

Wang Yimei smiled and pretended to complain. Virgins are all like this, so who could she blame?

"Sister, I don't want to leave so soon, I, I'm still okay."

He raised his head, blinked at Wang Yimei, and said, "Sister, you, you..." He hesitated for a moment and said, "Can you lick me? I'll get hard again right away. Sometimes when I see a good movie, I can even masturbate twice."

Wang Yimei looked at Chu Fei with feigned contempt and teased, "Hmph, a two-minute-once guy, I want to see if you're just bragging. Come on, let's get in bed."

Wang Yimei's initially disappointed mood was aroused again. She got back into character, grabbed Chu Fei's hair and lifted him onto the bed like a puppy, pushing him down onto the soft Simmons mattress, where he lay sprawled out. Wang Yimei straddled Chu Fei's shoulders, plopped down on his head, and leaned forward, her buttocks raised high. Her recently penetrated vagina opened wide, and white semen flowed from her pink and translucent opening, dripping onto his face. Chu Fei, utterly shameless, actually opened his mouth and swallowed the semen, allowing it to circulate within him.

Looking at Wang Yimei's enormous, round, white buttocks, the deep cleft revealing a dark patch, and her hairy vulva with two butterfly-like labia spread wide, Chu Fei lifted his head and kissed her, pressing her thick, fleshy labia against his face and nuzzling them forcefully with his mouth.

"Ah..."

Wang Yimei's body went limp from Chu Fei's ministrations, letting out a moan as she collapsed. Wang Yimei was much taller than Chu Fei, so she had to bend slightly to reach his penis.

Wang Yimei looked at the young penis that had just been used on her; it was tender, a pure flesh color, unlike the dark penises of her husband and other men. The glans was reddish-purple from engorgement, and the urethral opening still oozed residual semen. Feeling a surge of tenderness, she took it into her mouth.

"Mmm...so good..."

Chu Fei, this virgin, was being sucked by a woman. Her wet, soft mouth enveloped his shaft, and Wang Yimei's tongue swirled around the glans. He couldn't help but moan.

Although Wang Yimei wasn't beautiful, her elegant demeanor gave her a unique charm—the kind that, while not conventionally beautiful, was undeniably alluring. And she was someone else's wife, tall and strong. Chu Fei, holding her round, plump buttocks that excited him immensely, imagined this woman with black-rimmed glasses and long, flowing hair sucking his penis. He was incredibly excited. After only a few licks from Wang Yimei, Chu Fei's penis was hard again.

Wang Yimei had the young man's penis in her mouth, from soft to hard. Although the penis wasn't particularly large, it was very tender, and she really wanted to suck on it a few more times. However, on one hand, Chu Fei was licking her large buttocks , making her lower body unbearably itchy; she was still uncomfortable from being halfway through sex earlier. On the other hand, she was afraid that her excellent oral skills would make the young man ejaculate again, and then she wouldn't be able to enjoy herself tonight. She quickly spat

out the penis. She stood up, turned around, and squatted on either side of Chu Fei's thin body, reaching down to his crotch to grasp his penis, guiding it to the entrance. With a gentle sit, the penis slid smoothly into her wet vagina.

Wang Yimei squatted on his body, her large buttocks pressing against him. She straightened up and twisted her large, plump buttocks. Chu Fei, supporting her large buttocks, looked at Wang Yimei's tall, naked body pressing against him, and couldn't be more excited. Wang Yimei twisted her waist, rotated her plump buttocks, her large breasts jiggled up and down, and she threw her head back, screaming repeatedly.

"Ah, ah, little brother, your cock is so hard... ah, ah, it feels so good... ah..."

"Sister, you're too tall, too heavy, I... I can't breathe!" Indeed, looking down from the ceiling, a tall, strong woman, 1.9 meters tall, was sitting on a small, thin boy, just over 1.6 meters tall. Chu Fei's body was so much so that Wang Yimei

's big buttocks were sinking into the Simmons mattress. Wang Yimei held Chu Fei's small body with both hands, squatted on the bed, and her big buttocks moved up and down rapidly, making it easier for the tender and hard little cock to go in and out of her body, rubbing against the unbearably itchy flesh walls, satisfying her cravings. "Sister just needs to make your cock hard, to relieve my itch."

Chu Fei lay on the bed, watching Wang Yimei actively doing the exercise. Squatting down, her two long, white, thick legs were pressed together like fleshy shields, the muscles taut, the smooth, thick calves radiating an alluring glow. Looking at his erect penis, Wang Yimei's plump, wide buttocks rose and fell rhythmically. Her thick, dark vulva, ravaged by countless men, completely enveloped his penis. His penis was thrust deep into her vagina, then pulled out just as quickly. Several times, Wang Yimei used too much force, raising her buttocks too high, causing his penis to be pulled out with a "plop" sound. He grabbed Wang Yimei's hard, thick calves, excitedly shouting, "Sister, sister, you're so amazing! Such a big ass, such thick legs, such a tall body! Fuck me to death, sister, your pussy is so slippery, it feels so good! Sister, fuck me, fuck me!"

Wang Yimei watched Chu Fei's face flush red with excitement, his small body throbbing, his penis as hard as iron. She swayed her large buttocks while moaning, "Shorty, you like tall and strong girls like me, right?"

"Yeah, the moment you got out of the car, I saw you were so much taller than me in heels, and my dick got rock hard." "I'm 1.9 meters tall, and two meters in heels! Ah... I'll fuck you to death, I'll make you unable to leave me, will I satisfy you?"

"Satisfied, satisfied." "Then... ah... if I miss you, can I let you come and play with me?... Ah..."

"Okay, I'll fuck you every day, sis... your big ass is killing me..."

"I'll sit on you until you die, I'll sit on you until you die."

Wang Yimei quickly sat on her big ass, then bent down and let Chu Fei grab her swaying breasts and knead them hard, making her feel even better. This time, after a long time, Wang Yimei was a little exhausted, but her penis was still hard.

"Little brother, why haven't you ejaculated yet? Sis, my back is about to break."

"Sis, give it your all, my penis is numb, almost there, almost there, ah... sis, don't move, sit down, yes... ah... twist your big ass, harder, twist harder, ah... sis, I'm going to ejaculate!"

Chu Fei's face was red, and he grabbed Wang Yimei's long, snow-white, thick legs and thrust upwards rapidly.

"Ah...shoot inside...ah...you little devil, you've spurted me to death...I've let you cum inside me...ah...what am I going to do if I get pregnant with your child?... "

"Sister, I'll be your little husband, I'll fuck you every day, I won't let you go to work, I'll fuck your cunt every day. "When I get old, you'll have to find a young girl. I'm not pretty at all. Once you've had your fun and the novelty wears off, you won't like me anymore." "I love you, I love you, I'll love you forever..."

Chu Fei shouted, his cock thrusting hard, and Wang Yimei sat down heavily on her big buttocks, his cock penetrating deeply. Plop plop plop plop, a thick stream of semen shot wildly into the depths of Jeff's wife Wang Yimei's plump cunt.

Wang Yimei was ejaculated into again. The sticky, hot semen inside her vagina stimulated her, causing her vagina to tighten. A tremendous pleasure traveled from her clitoris to the back of her head and then spread throughout her body. She could no longer hold on; her body went limp as if it had fallen apart, like a giant tower collapsing. Her plump, tall, beautiful, snow-white naked body with broad shoulders, a slender waist, and full hips slammed onto Chu Fei's thin body, and the two lay in an embrace.

What was Jeff doing at that moment? Was he having sex with Shen Si, or was he alone at home? In any case, his wife was being fucked to the point of ecstasy by someone else.

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