[Urban] Beijing Mixed Life (Complete) - 10-12

Chapter 20.

This little dog was indeed incredibly energetic. Despite being nearly suffocated by Wang Yimei's 1.9-meter-tall, strong body, his enthusiasm remained undiminished. He let Wang Yimei bend over and fuck him wildly for a while, leaving her soaking wet. Seeing that it was getting late, she really wanted to sleep with this little dog all night, but then she thought it best not to arouse Jeff's suspicions; slow and steady wins the race.

After showering, Wang Yimei got back into bed, lifted the young man's blanket, and looked at his small, thin, white body. A wave of love washed over her again, and she couldn't resist lowering her head to suck on his still-wet penis, which was covered in her own fluids. After a few sucks, it became hard again.

Wang Yimei had lost all interest in continuing the fight. Despite the young man's repeated attempts to persuade her to stay, she broke free, put on her clothes, and gave him 1000 yuan before leaving, telling him to pay for the room the next day.

The young boy hesitated for a moment, but didn't refuse again. Instead, he reciprocated with a kitten-like tenderness and reluctance. Wang Yimei was satisfied, thinking to herself, "This child is quite sensible."

On the way home, Wang Yimei thought, "Until I get Cao Shan, this sleazy little shorty can be a backup plan." Chu Fei was overjoyed. He got out of bed, his legs so weak he almost tripped. He walked to the table opposite the bed, took out a miniature camera from his bag, and rewound the footage of Wang Yimei's tall, snow-white, full breasts and buttocks, the proud bare back of a mature woman, after making love with him. He couldn't help but reach down and masturbate.

When Wang Yimei returned home, exhausted but satisfied, Cao Shan and Haibo were drinking beer at the barbecue stall in front of their house.

Ever since Haibo went to Andy Xu Shaowei, the real estate developer, to talk to a client and learned that Andy liked his girlfriend, Haibo had been somewhat dejected. On one hand, there was pressure from Andy. His girlfriend was being eyed by a wealthy businessman, and he was just a penniless laborer, making Haibo very uneasy. On the other hand, Xu Shaowei's words struck a nerve with Haibo. Look at him now—forget about providing Qu Yan with a good life; he doesn't even earn as much as she does each month. To put it bluntly, their partnership is Qu Yan supporting Haibo! He was confused. What right did he have to be with Qu Yan? Initially, Haibo thought Qu Yan was average-looking, with a below-average temperament, a stocky build, thick legs, and a large bottom. In her early twenties, she looked like a young woman. He thought someone like Qu Yan would be with him. But unexpectedly, Qu Yan suddenly became the girl a wealthy businessman liked, which made Haibo feel a huge sense of loss. He felt unworthy of her. Moreover, with such living conditions, in Beijing, it wasn't living, it was just barely scraping by! Every month, they worried about money, and they couldn't even eat what they wanted; they had to budget. Qu Yan was with him, and now they were living at the lowest standard of living in Beijing, yet they were still broke.

He discovered that wages were the social class standard. With their meager salaries, they could only afford this kind of life—not starving, but not living well, just getting by each day, yet filled with utter despair at the thought of the future. Since graduating and moving to this godforsaken place with Haibo, Qu Yan had given up all the pleasures a girl should enjoy: shopping, eating out, buying clothes, dating friends and classmates. Qu Yan had given it all up. Why? Because she had no money! Could his behavior bring Qu Yan happiness? No! Haibo was in despair, facing two paths: either Qu Yan would suffer with him, or he would give her up for someone else to enjoy a life of luxury. Haibo didn't want either path. What made him even more desperate was that he had no choice!

In the grand scheme of things in Beijing, he wasn't even a pawn, less than dust, worth less than a fart—he had nothing.

The last incident had completely broken Haibo, almost crippling him; he was in despair. A real estate developer, Andy Xu Shaowei, without any scruples, embarrassment, or apology, bluntly told him, "You brat, I like your girlfriend. I want her. You're nothing, no match for me. Offer your girlfriend to me, and I'll give you a little something."

Andy was a civilized man, a well-mannered high-class scumbag; he wouldn't have spoken so bluntly, but that was the gist of it. What truly angered Haibo wasn't Andy's uncontrollable lust for his girlfriend, but rather the fact that the other man completely disregarded him.

Haibo was a proud fool, deeply hurt and helpless. Because he had nothing, not even the ability to protect his girlfriend from being humiliated.

Haibo didn't realize he should be grateful to Andy. If Andy had been truly evil, allowing the scoundrel who cheated him to rape Qu Yan, what could he have done? He couldn't do anything! Without any leverage, if that bastard were to forcibly pull down Qu Yan's pants and thrust his erect penis into her vagina right in front of him, all he could do was turn his head away.

To change all this, Haibo had to become stronger, but becoming stronger wasn't something he could simply decide to do. In Beijing, so many people—those with power, influence, money, and residency—were all crammed together, all vying for the top. Why should a nobody like him, a college dropout from a lousy university, a lowly laborer, be the strongman? Whether he had the will or the ability was another matter, but nobody gave him that opportunity. In this society where the strong dominate, the weak are needed as extras. You'd be lucky to even get a chance to hold a flag properly; don't fucking think you're the star!

Moreover, given Haibo's abilities, ambition, talent, and even personality, he was destined not to succeed in this fiercely competitive society.

Returning from Xu Shaowei, seething with anger, the first thing he did was have a huge argument with Qu Yan. He relentlessly mocked and ridiculed Qu Yan, saying things like, "I thought you were a worthless weed, but you're actually a flower. A big boss has taken a liking to you, and you're still complaining to me? If you go with him, you'll be all set." His words were hurtful and offensive, a barrage of insults directed at the person he loved most. Qu Yan cried, but not entirely because Andy had actually taken her body; it was because she was heartbroken.

Hai Bo foolishly transferred his despair and hatred to Qu Yan. These past few days, the couple's relationship had been tense. Although the cold treatment had quelled their anger, the rift was already there. Hai Bo invited Cao Shan over for skewers, hoping to have a heart-to-heart talk, but Qu Yan didn't come.

Both were bundled up in cotton coats; the late November autumn night was already quite cold. They reheated the skewers several times and drank half a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), but their hearts were warm.

"Cao Shan, do you think it's meaningful for us to just drift along like this? Busy every day, seemingly striving for our ideals, but it's just a damn waste of time. Think about it, what the hell is the future in doing this?"

Hai Bo asked, taking a sip of his drink, seemingly asking himself as well.

"Hai Bo, we've only just graduated. Everyone has their hardships; the rewards are yet to come. Besides, you're much better off than me. At least you have Qu Yan, but what about me? A bachelor."

Cao Shan comforted him.

"Qu Yan? Hahaha," Hai Bo laughed bitterly. "Brother, do you think our relationship will last? You know why I got swindled out of 6000 yuan? It's because some damn real estate tycoon took a liking to Qu Yan! He offered me a full-page ad, asking me to give him Qu Yan. Of course, I refused, and he set me up! Brother, I really have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I'd be completely helpless."

Hai Bo raised his glass, clinked it against Cao Shan's, and downed half a sip in one go. The spiciness made him pant like Sun Wukong, exhaling sharply.

"We're all brothers, helping out is the right thing to do. Don't overthink it. Every girl has someone eyeing her. Don't worry about what others think. You like Qu Yan, and she's devoted to you. What else is there to say?"

Cao Shan really envied Hai Bo; at least he could sleep with that tall, soft body every night.

"Cao Shan, but what about me? To be honest, I might be single again this month, and I might even get fired next month. How am I supposed to support Qu Yan? I'm practically unemployed myself. Am I supposed to make her suffer with me? Besides, Cao Shan, I still owe you a lot of money." Hai Bo poured Cao Shan a full glass of wine and took another big gulp. After a few drinks, his mouth was a little slurred.

"Don't worry about the money. I'm not short of cash. It's okay to owe, don't take it to heart. Qu Yan is truly devoted to you. Don't let these little setbacks discourage you."

Cao Shan's optimism was something Hai Bo lacked.

"Cao Shan, you're right. Qu Yan is a good girl, tall and fair-skinned. Every woman has someone eyeing her. I know you're all alone now. Don't think I'm stupid, I can see it. You have some improper thoughts about Qu Yan. Hey, I don't deny your deep affection for Zhang Ning, but everyone has desires. You like Qu Yan's body, but who doesn't? You like her, I like her, and that damn real estate tycoon likes her too! Let me tell you, what we need right now is a revolution! Revolutionize all those rich and powerful people. Isn't it supposed to be the people being the masters? Damn it, let's have a revolution!"

Hai Bo cursed wildly, a typical expression of discontent with society.

But little did he know, in any society, the strong win. Someone like him, even if he revolted a hundred times, would still be weak, still destined to be bullied.

"Damn it, what are you talking about? Let's drink!"

Cao Shan, hearing Hai Bo's incoherent ramblings, felt a little embarrassed.

The two drank heavily, Hai Bo put down his empty glass, lowered his head, and chuckled bitterly. "Cao Shan, you don't know, the day I walked out of that real estate developer's place, I felt completely chilled to the bone. He didn't give me any face at all, talking about how great Qu Yan was right in front of me, how much he liked her. I fucking idiot! Brother, I'm telling you the truth. I think you're really more capable than me, you can make more money! You just started, and wow, you're already making over ten thousand a month! Brother, I'm telling you the truth, listen to me."

Hai Bo pointed to the sky, closed his eyes, hiccuped, and continued, "I feel like I'm really no good anymore. I know you like Qu Yan, you overheard us doing things in the middle of the night..." "Son, I knew you were peeping at her while she was showering! What were you doing? Brother, I owe you so much, money, favors, everything. I can't take care of Qu Yan anymore, how about I let you two be together? I mean it, I'm not kidding, really." Cao Shan's face turned red as he listened, trying to stop him, but Cao Shan clasped his hands together and said, "Don't interrupt me, let me finish! I can tell, who are you, Cao Shan? The school heartthrob! Qu Yan is doing you a good job with you! She's interested in you too, I can see that. I'll let you two be together, really. Consider it repaying your favor!" Hai Bo

's words were slurred and his eyes were glazed, the more he spoke, the more incoherent he became.

"Damn it! What nonsense are you spouting, Haibo? I'm really getting angry at you for saying that. Qu Yan is such a good girl, she's devoted to you, how can you just give up like that? You need to have confidence in yourself, give Qu Yan a good life, you two can buy a house in Beijing, settle down, have kids, live happily ever after, what are these setbacks compared to that? Besides, who told you I like Qu Yan? Who told you Qu Yan likes me? That's all bullshit, my heart is only for Zhang Ning!"

Cao Shan used these words to cover up his guilty conscience. He realized that Haibo was fully aware of his flirtatious exchanges with Hai Yan, and even their occasional overstepping of boundaries. As for himself? He couldn't say he liked Qu Yan, let alone loved her, he could only say he longed for her, and had a primal desire for her tall, strong, sexy body.

"Stop talking nonsense. Brother, still thinking about Zhang Ning? Have you forgotten how she reacted when she came to Beijing last time and saw where we live and our current situation? No matter what, Zhang Ning has no worries about food or clothing at home. Do you really expect her to come to Beijing and suffer with you? Besides, you graduated, you broke up, you're not together anymore, so stop thinking about her. You're in Beijing, do you think she'd be idle at home? Whether she still has feelings for you or wants to rekindle the relationship, it's all in her imagination. How do you know she's not at home and has found someone else? Why would she go through all this trouble to come all this way to suffer with you?"

Haibo said recklessly, then downed another glass of wine.

"Stop talking nonsense, damn it. I'll get angry if you say another word! What the hell are you talking about!"

Cao Shan got annoyed and slammed the wine bottle on the table.

Haibo was usually a very self-controlled person and never drank too much, but he was under too much pressure, worried, broke, and indebted to others. As a result, he drank more and more. Haibo was drunk, half-opening his eyes, grinning foolishly. He was drunk to the point where his mind was out of control and he was acting crazy. "Good, good fall! You're right not to like hearing this! It proves that what I'm saying is true, even if it's hard to hear. Brother, don't think I'm drunk. I'm perfectly sober. I have a damn secret!"

He said, tilting his head back and taking another big gulp. Haibo continued, head down, as if speaking to Cao Shan, or perhaps muttering to himself. "I'm useless, not only can't I make money, but I'm also useless in that area! Cao Shan, back in school, we went to the bathhouse, I saw your guy, absolutely top-notch!"

Haibo shook his head, gave a thumbs up, and nodded vigorously with a pout. "Tell me, we're separated by only a wall every day, how could you not know? I can't... Qu Yan is a good girl, decent, traditional. But look at her body, big ass, big breasts, long, thick legs, super strong, and tall, that's the body of a horny, wanton woman. I admit, Qu Yan is devoted to me, she can resist so many temptations in society, but I can't..."

Hai Bo said, leaning forward, covering his mouth with his hand as if whispering. "Her sex drive is actually quite strong, but she only sleeps with me. Every day as soon as we get into bed, that big white body of hers comes close, rubbing against me, grabbing my dick and stroking it. I know her desire is intense. Qu Yan asks me to fuck her every day, but I can't. I'm scared now. Every time I get her aroused, I ejaculate. She's never satisfied. Last time Zhang Ning came, wow, you two were really going at it that night. Don't blame me for eavesdropping, you've been eavesdropping quite a bit too. You're a stud, a warrior, an artilleryman. I sincerely hope Qu Yan can be happy and satisfied. I can't, but I know you can. I'd be willing to let you bring her the pleasure of being a woman, thank you, brother!"

Hai Bo became more and more agitated as he spoke, it was hard to tell if he was warning Cao Shan or genuinely wanted Cao Shan and Qu Yan to have sex. In the end, he even covered his face and cried.

Seeing Hai Bo's cowardly appearance, Cao Shan couldn't take it anymore and pushed him hard. Hai Bo fell backward onto the ground with a thud, still crying and acting crazy. Cao Shan, exasperated, knew Hai Bo was truly drunk, so he paid the bill, helped him up, and said as they walked back, "Stop talking nonsense, okay? Qu Yan is your girlfriend. Who do you think you're being fair to by saying these things? In your eyes, am I just a dick that wants to fuck Qu Yan? I lent you money just to sleep with Qu Yan, is that it? You fucking look down on people."

Hai Bo slung his arm over Cao Shan's shoulder, practically dragging himself along, swaying unsteadily, almost knocking Cao Shan over several times. "Cao Shan, you're a good brother. I know that even if you wanted to, you wouldn't do anything to betray your brother. I admire you, you're a gentleman!" Cao Shan,

supporting Hai Bo, thought to himself, "What a fucking gentleman I am, all I think about every night when I masturbate is fucking your Qu Yan's big ass."

Hai Bo continued his rant. "You're a true friend, Cao Shan, a true friend indeed. I apologize for what I said earlier, but your actions put my mind at ease, I'm happy, I'm happy! Let's get real. Don't say I don't understand the struggles of a starving man just because I have Qu Yan by my side. I may not be good enough, but I'm a man too. You're so hot-blooded, and that day with Zhang Ning, you almost passed out from his ministrations. How hard must it have been for you to hold it in? Brother! Thank you for taking me home, thank you for lending me money, and I'm especially grateful for your gentlemanly conduct in caring for Qu Yan without crossing any lines, helping her get a temporary residence permit, and standing up for her—I remember it all. You helped Qu Yan, go..." "You're helping me? Brother! I thank you. So, I know you're interested in Qu Yan's body. You want me to switch rooms tonight, I'll stay at your place, and you can sleep with Qu Yan all night, fuck her all night? I fucking can't accept that, I fucking can't be cuckolded!"

Hai Bo shouted loudly, ignoring everything else. "But brother, I'll do you a small favor, I promise you and Chairman Mao! When we get back, I'll give you a show, so you can really, truly see my wife Qu Yan's big ass, okay? Don't you like big asses? Jianguo even told me..."

He grinned foolishly.

Cao Shan felt both angry and amused. I want to see Qu Yan's big ass? I really want to see it when you're not around, I've even touched it before. Am I crazy to ask you to treat me to it? When you sober up tomorrow, with your petty temper, won't you fight me to the death?

Cao Shan didn't take it seriously at all.

Halfway there, Hai Bo vomited all over himself, and Cao Shan had to go through a lot of trouble, carrying him, lifting him, and coaxing him.

Like many honest and upright men, Haibo usually suppresses his true feelings, but after drinking a few cups of dog piss, he boasts more wildly than anyone else.

Hai Bo, arm in arm with Cao Shan, staggered along the uneven, gravelly path. "Cao Shan, don't let my polite demeanor fool you. I act all high and mighty with clients, that's all an act! I'm a man, I have a temper! I can't control others, but Qu Yan, listen to me. Seriously, at home, I'm a man of my word. If I tell her to go east, she won't dare go west. I'll have her show you her big ass later, and if she doesn't agree, I'll chop her up, you believe me?"

He let out a loud burp.

A strong stench of alcohol hit Cao Shan's face, and the pungent smell of meat skewers mixed with the alcohol made him nauseous. He just wanted to get Hai Bo home and be done with it, so he gave a perfunctory reply. "Yes, yes, I believe you, I believe you."

Cao Shan was quite annoyed by Hai Bo's lack of manners when drunk. Although he didn't care about the cost of the meal, Hai Bo said he was treating him, and since he arrived, he paid for it. Now that Hai Bo was completely drunk, he had to get him back home.

After finally getting Hai Bo upstairs, Hai Bo started shouting in the hallway, attracting neighbors to peek through the windows. If there were any aggressive people, Cao Shan had to smile apologetically and apologize. Qu Yan also heard Hai Bo's drunken antics and came out to greet him in her nightgown. It was clear that Qu Yan was going to bed; her light makeup had been removed, and her clean-shaven face looked quite pretty. Her long hair was simply tied back, as if she had just finished washing up. The dress was a halter top, revealing her snow-white, fleshy arms. Her fair skin peeked out from under the nightgown, forming two alluring, barely concealed peaks. Her long, thick, white legs were clean and beautiful even without stockings, and she wore red slippers on her fair feet, her toes painted with bright red nail polish—quite striking. The autumn wind in Beijing was strong; gusts of wind made Qu Yan shiver, hugging her chest. Her skirt was occasionally lifted by the wind, revealing a section of her snow-white, straight, fleshy leg closer to her private parts.

"Why did you drink so much?"

Qu Yan frowned and complained, seeing Hai Bo completely drunk. "Qu

Yan, go back inside, it's cold outside,"

Cao Shan said, helping Hai Bo along. Finally, with their combined efforts, they got inside. Closing the door made it instantly warmer.

Cao Shan glanced around Hai Bo and Qu Yan's room. It was simple yet cozy, brightly lit, and with Qu Yan's careful arrangement, it had a very homey feel. He secretly envied her. If he had a woman like Qu Yan in his room, let alone being able to have sex with her sexy, fair body every day, at least his life would be more enjoyable.

Just then, Hai Bo, who was swaying on the sofa, slipped and fell to the ground. Cao Shan and Qu Yan quickly squatted down to help him up. The two stood on either side of Hai Bo, facing each other. In that instant, Cao Shan caught a close-up view of Qu Yan's underwear. Between her white, fleshy legs, a light purple silk panty was faintly visible. Qu Yan's plump vulva pushed the sexy panty out of the panty, creating an extremely alluring mound that was impossible not to notice. Qu Yan's mons pubis was plump, and even her vulva was very fleshy. The most private part was partially covered by the semi-transparent panty. The panty, which clung to her flesh, covered the vulva but revealed its fleshiness. There was also a long fleshy slit in the middle, which ran from the bottom of her vulva all the way to her plump buttocks.

Qu Yan helped Hai Bo up and was about to thank Cao Shan when her gaze shifted upwards. Before she could even force a smile, she saw Cao Shan staring intently at her crotch. Her face flushed instantly. She quickly stood up and instinctively tugged at her nightgown. Cao Shan was also embarrassed, his face red, standing there watching Qu Yan's tall, sexy figure, her full breasts heaving with her breath.

For a moment, both of them were quite awkward.

Qu Yan broke the silence first, "Cao Shan, thank you. You see, Hai Bo doesn't usually drink, who knew he'd drink so much."

Cao Shan regained his composure, rubbing his hands to ease the awkwardness, "It's nothing, we're all brothers. Hai Bo's happy today. If there's nothing else, I'll head back." "

Okay, thank you then." "You're welcome.

" Cao Shan turned to leave, and Qu Yan followed him to the door. Just as she was about to open it, Hai Bo sobered up.

"Cao Shan, come back!"

Hai Bo yelled, startling Qu Yan and Cao Shan.

Qu Yan turned around and hurriedly went over to persuade Hai Bo. "What are you shouting for so late at night? Cao Shan needs to go back; he has work tomorrow."

Hai Bo impatiently shoved Qu Yan aside, stood up, took a few quick steps, and was pulled back by Cao Shan. "Cao Shan! Did I just say nothing? I kept my word and put on a show for you."

"Hai Bo, you should rest. It's getting late; we can watch the show another day." Cao Shan looked at Hai Bo, who was standing on the ground swaying, his eyes lifeless as if he could vomit at any moment. He glanced at Qu Yan, who was wearing only a nightgown and looked fair and sexy; he couldn't afford to offend either of them.

"Bullshit!"

Hai Bo rudely interrupted Cao Shan, grabbing his arm tightly. "Can I watch this show every day? Am I some kind of bastard? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Come on, sit down!"

Hai Bo was surprisingly strong; with a jerk and a push, Cao Shan fell solidly onto the sofa.

Hai Bo turned around, swaying slightly as he grabbed Qu Yan's hand, stroking it as he spoke earnestly, his breath reeking of alcohol, "Qu Yan, do you think Cao Shan is a good person? Isn't he?"

Qu Yan didn't understand what he wanted, so she could only nod.

Hai Bo chuckled and asked again, "Has Cao Shan helped us a lot? Isn't he? You know better than me that he's been helping you. He borrowed so much money from us, how are we going to pay it back? We can't possibly pay it back."

Qu Yan sensed something was amiss and thought Hai Bo was trying to renege on the debt under the influence of alcohol. She became somewhat displeased and said to Hai Bo with a sullen face, "Hai Bo, whether we have money or not, Cao Shan helped us by borrowing money from us. He doesn't have any money either, so we have to pay it back, even if we have to ask for it when we get home!"

Cao Shan felt it was better not to cause trouble and quickly said, "Don't worry, Hai Bo, there's no rush to pay it back!"

"You two shut up!"

Hai Bo retorted, annoyed. "Did I say I wouldn't pay it back? Do you think I, Haibo, am that kind of person?"

He stared at the two of them before turning back to Qu Yan and saying, "Qu Yan, I'm not that kind of person. I'm even more anxious than you are. But even if you borrow money from a bank, you have to pay interest, right? We see Cao Shan all the time, going to and from work together, shouldn't we at least do something for him?"

Qu Yan was confused again, waiting for him to continue.

"Hehe,"

Haibo chuckled bitterly, shaking his head and remaining silent for a long time before suddenly raising his head and saying to Qu Yan, "Wife, how about we put on a show for Cao Shan?"

Qu Yan was even more confused and hurriedly asked, "What show?"

"Hehe,"

Haibo continued to chuckle bitterly, his smile more like a grimace. He whispered, "I just promised Cao Shan I'd let him see your butt and your private parts."

After he finished speaking, the room suddenly fell silent. Neither Qu Yan nor Cao Shan understood what was going on. Cao Shan hurriedly waved his hands, "Qu Yan, no, no..."

Before Cao Shan could explain, Qu Yan understood. She was somewhat at a loss, yet her anger surged. She never expected that Hai Bo, who usually doted on her like a treasure, would come up with such a terrible idea—to make her expose her body to Cao Shan as interest on the money she borrowed from him.

"Hai Bo! What did you say?"

Qu Yan's voice trembled with anger.

Hai Bo also raised his voice, very dissatisfied that Qu Yan had disrespected him in front of Cao Shan. "Do I have to repeat myself? I'm telling you to lift your skirt and let Cao Shan see your big butt! Is that alright?"

Hai Bo almost shouted at the end.

"No!"

Qu Yan almost shouted back. "Get out of my way!"

Qu Yan couldn't take it anymore. She was already disgusted by Hai Bo's drunken state, but she couldn't believe he was so dark-hearted! She angrily pushed Hai Bo aside, went to Cao Shan, calmed herself, and said as calmly as possible, "Cao Shan, Hai Bo has had too much to drink. You should go home."

Cao Shan had wanted to leave for a while, and as he got up, he explained, "Qu Yan, this really wasn't my intention, don't misunderstand." Qu Yan was so angry she couldn't speak, only mechanically nodding as she tried to see him out.

But unexpectedly, Hai Bo became really agitated. He rushed to the shelf by the door, grabbed a kitchen knife, held it above his head, his eyes bloodshot, glaring angrily, and roared, "Don't go! Cao Shan, sit down!"

The two were terrified. Cao Shan quickly sat back down on the sofa, and Qu Yan, both angry and impatient, said, "Hai Bo, haven't you caused enough trouble?!"

She then tried to take the knife away.

Fueled by alcohol, Haibo swung his knife recklessly, nearly injuring Qu Yan. Startled, she quickly retreated, hands on her hips, panting and glaring at Haibo, but helpless.

Haibo, one hand on his hip, the other holding a knife, pointed at Qu Yan and demanded, "Qu Yan! Are you disrespecting me? Don't you listen to me?"

"What do you want me to listen to?"

Qu Yan shouted at him, but dared not approach.

"Fine, fine, you're all set. I'm nothing, I can't earn money, but so many people covet my wife. You won't listen to me? Fine! I'll kill myself today! You won't let Cao Shan see your backside, you won't give me face, I'll fucking die right here!"

With that, Haibo reached for the knife to slash himself. This scare terrified Qu Yan. From the moment Haibo returned, she was filled with shock and fear, almost collapsing. Qu Yan covered her face and wept, screaming, "I'll take it off, I'll take it off, okay?!" Qu

Yan felt utterly humiliated. She closed her eyes in anguish, hoping it would make her feel better. Qu Yan turned around, her back to Cao Shan, her hands trembling as she reached into her nightgown, both ashamed and helpless. She hated heaven, hated herself, how could things have come to this? Qu Yan slowly pulled down her panties, gently lifting her legs to remove them, clutching them in her hands. Without the panties to cover her, she felt a chill in her lower body, and of course, a chill in her heart. Qu Yan's mind went completely blank. She sobbed, frowned, gritted her teeth, and slowly lifted her nightgown.

The moment Qu Yan turned around, Cao Shan froze. He couldn't believe his eyes, watching as Qu Yan took off her panties and lifted her nightgown. The white nightgown rose slowly like a stage curtain, and he finally saw it! He saw the big buttocks of Qu Yan, whom he had longed for day and night!

Sometimes Cao Shan would deliberately walk behind Qu Yan to feast his eyes on her plump buttocks, but he usually only saw her wearing a skirt or pants, mostly just her shape. But now, Qu Yan's white, voluptuous buttocks were truly exposed to him.

Qu Yan's waist wasn't slender, but her hips were wide and her buttocks round, still showing the most alluring vase shape. Those big buttocks were extremely round, and the two snow-white mounds gleamed with a soft, jade-like glow under the light. Qu Yan's two thick, long legs were tightly pressed together, her lower body full, round, and fleshy, with almost no gap between her buttocks and legs. But Cao Shan still stared intently at the area below her big buttocks, between her legs, where he could vaguely see sparse pubic hair. Qu Yan trembled with shame, and her plump buttocks quivered slightly. It was too damn tempting. Cao Shan's eyes were glued to her.

Qu Yan couldn't take it anymore. Trembling, she pulled her skirt down again, the curtain falling like a curtain ending this fleshy symphony.

"Are you satisfied now!"

Qu Yan yelled at Hai Bo, throwing the purple panties she was holding at his face. She was extremely aggrieved and couldn't help but burst into tears.

But unexpectedly, Hai Bo, for some reason, drunkenly picked up a kitchen knife and slurred, "Wife, I promised Cao Shan I'd look at your lower half. Turn around and spread your legs." "No!"

Qu Yan truly broke down. She had already been so humiliated, taking off her panties in front of her boyfriend and showing her big buttocks to her classmates, but she absolutely couldn't act like a lewd woman, spreading her legs and letting others see her private parts. Even if Hai Bo chopped her up, she couldn't. Qu Yan was so angry that her whole body went weak, and she swayed, squatting on the ground and crying loudly.

Seeing this, Cao Shan knew he had to step in. He had already seen Qu Yan's big buttocks, the one he had been fantasizing about day and night. Although he really wanted to see what Qu Yan's genitals looked like, the one he fantasized about every night, even though he had seen it clearly when he spied on her while she was bathing, being so close, examining it closely, and even smelling the fishy odor of her genitals, was a completely different kind of enjoyment. But thinking about it was one thing, doing it was another! First, seeing Qu Yan like this, she would never do it. Second, when Hai Bo sobered up tomorrow, wouldn't he fight him to the death?

"Enough!"

Cao Shan angrily sat up from the sofa. "Hai Bo! Don't make things difficult for Qu Yan! If you're not satisfied, just kill me! Making your girlfriend do something like this, are you even a man?!"

He bet Hai Bo wouldn't dare, and strode towards him.

Cao Shan won his bet. Hai Bo clattered the kitchen knife in his hand and sat on the ground, wailing, "I'm not a man, I'm not a man! I'm useless, what kind of thing did I do! I'm not a man!"

Cao Shan felt a weight lifted from his shoulders; the situation was a bit difficult to manage, but it was a matter between the two of them. Cao Shan ignored Hai Bo, silently picked up Qu Yan's underwear, and then went over to help Qu Yan up, gently saying, "It's alright, it's alright."

"Thank you!"

Qu Yan, her eyes brimming with tears, was helped up by Cao Shan, looking at him gratefully with her big, teary eyes, which touched his heart. Actually, Cao Shan had some ulterior motives in helping Qu Yan. He knew Qu Yan wasn't wearing underwear, and the moment he helped her up, Qu Yan didn't care anymore and stood up. Cao Shan caught a glimpse of her bare private parts; Qu Yan was so fair, her pubic hair sparse yet dark, the contrast of black and white was extremely beautiful. Cao Shan clicked his tongue in admiration. Qu Yan's cunt was fucking fat.

The farce should have ended. But Hai Bo, for some reason—perhaps regret for what he had just done, or perhaps Cao Shan's advances towards Qu Yan provoked him—he didn't know.

Hai Bo, after all that, was either drunk or insane. He suddenly stood up, shoved Cao Shan aside as if he didn't exist, and then practically pounced on Qu Yan, grabbing her and throwing her onto the bed, then pressing heavily against her alluring, voluptuous body.

Hai Bo grabbed Qu Yan's skirt and lifted it up, stripping her naked in almost a second, then unzipping his pants and kicking them down. Cao Shan, stunned, also saw it. If he was an XXL, then Hai Bo was a size S.

Half-conscious, half-dazed, Hai Bo forcefully spread Qu Yan's thighs, his fingers pinching the hard, burning-hot penis with its purplish-red glans, skillfully sliding it into Qu Yan's vagina.

"Wife, give it to me, give it to me!"

Haibo roared, grabbing Qu Yan's exposed, full breasts without a care, his penis pressing firmly between Qu Yan's spread legs, thrusting rapidly and mechanically.

Qu Yan was both ashamed and angry. Haibo's penis not only failed to relieve her itch, but only made it worse. She was angry because she was naked in front of Cao Shan, being frantically fucked by her boyfriend. Her thick, long, white legs were spread wide open in the air because Haibo was fucking her from below. She was ashamed because she was being fucked by a man under Cao Shan's gaze, and she was getting excited, her juices flowing freely.

Cao Shan also saw it. Qu Yan's genitals were spotless, with sparse pubic hair as a nice embellishment. Her large, round vulva was full and plump, and the mound of flesh between her legs, like a hot dog, showed the tightness of Qu Yan's beautiful cunt, while the long slit showed her expansive capacity. Hai Bo's penis was completely buried inside; he really couldn't handle it. Maybe Hai Bo could manage with petite girls, but he really couldn't handle Qu Yan, this voluptuous and sexy tall woman.

Even more humiliatingly, Haibo, as always, ejaculated prematurely. From the moment he penetrated, he went at it incredibly fast, and in less than two minutes, he was all red-faced, standing upright and howling. But even after ejaculating, he wouldn't stop. His limp, wet penis had already slipped out of Qu Yan's body, yet he was still going at it. His small, soft, dark penis, dripping wet, dangled against Qu Yan's snow-white vulva, looking incredibly ugly.

Qu Yan's face was streaked with tears. She was naked, and Cao Shan watched helplessly as Haibo fucked her. She felt like she had been raped.

"Fuck you, you slut, I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death!"

Haibo didn't know where the energy came from. Perhaps subconsciously, he was competitive and unwilling to admit defeat, completely unaware that he had already ejaculated and gone limp. Even worse, he began to abuse Qu Yan. First, he slapped her hard across the face several times, leaving red handprints on her pale cheeks. Qu Yan was terrified. She tried to struggle, but Hai Bo grabbed her neck tightly, thrusting his penis in and out, his grip tightening as if he wanted to strangle her.

Qu Yan felt dizzy and saw stars, feeling like she was suffocating. At that moment, she didn't care about being naked and being fucked. She choked on her tears, pleading with Cao Shan, and cried out with her last bit of strength, "Cao Shan, save me, save me!"

Cao Shan was also stunned. He rushed over and tried to pull Hai Bo's arm away, but he couldn't. Seeing that Qu Yan was about to die, he had a sudden inspiration. He picked up a chair from the floor and threw it at Hai Bo.

Hai Bo fell onto the bed with a thud.

Qu Yan, like a rescued lamb, struggled to her feet and threw herself into Cao Shan's arms.

Sobbing uncontrollably, "Cao Shan, thank you, thank you!"

Cao Shan's mind was completely blank. He held Qu Yan's smooth, naked body, his arm around her waist, his hand caressing her incredibly plump and sexy buttocks. The flesh felt wonderful, just like the time he secretly touched her buttocks in the corridor.

Qu Yan leaned against Cao Shan's thin, small body, yet she felt an endless sense of security. His almost skin and bones made her feel even more tender towards him. Qu Yan's tenderness towards Cao Shan had been awakened after enduring unimaginable hardships, and Hai Bo's two minutes of penetration had aroused her heightened desire, acting as a catalyst.

After the shock, Qu Yan passionately embraced Cao Shan's neck, breaking down the last barrier between classmates for the first time, and passionately kissed Cao Shan's lips. Cao Shan's large penis remained erect, its massive shaft rubbing against Qu Yan's swollen mons pubis through her pants, arousing her and causing her to secrete more fluids. Cao Shan, too, was burning with desire. His

hands caressed Qu Yan's tall, fair body, her alluring form the object of his longing. Her firm, drool-worthy breasts, her incredibly sexy, plump, round buttocks comparable to Kim Kardashian's, her tall stature both imposing and exciting. Nights he could only fantasize about playing with Qu Yan's body through masturbation, and now it was a reality.

Qu Yan's intense sexual desire was hidden deep within, only revealed to her beloved when the final barrier was broken. "Ah...ah..." Qu Yan clung tightly to Cao Shan, his head buried between her full breasts, kissing her until she gasped softly. Qu Yan, like a wanton woman, used Cao Shan as a steel pole, one leg wrapped around his waist, swaying her hips and twisting her plump buttocks in highly seductive movements. Her raised, thick leg signified that Qu Yan had surrendered her most private parts to Cao Shan.

Cao Shan bent slightly; Qu Yan's breasts were too beautiful. They didn't look as round and firm as Zhang Ning's, but they felt incredibly soft to the touch, and the nipple in his mouth was so firm and bouncy. He reached down to Qu Yan's private parts, gently caressing the plump, tender flesh between her legs, about to place his own sausage inside. He stroked Qu Yan's labia with his palm, and her body trembled with excitement. Cao Shan extended his middle finger and slowly inserted it. Wow. Inserting it into her vagina was no ordinary pleasure; it was slippery, tight, and incredibly comfortable.

"Mmm...ah..."

When Cao Shan's fingers entered Qu Yan's body, she almost collapsed. When Cao Shan inserted two fingers and they kept trembling, Qu Yan's buttocks twisted like a folk dance. "No...mmm...no...it's so itchy...mmm..."

Qu Yan made a desperate sound of desire. She felt waves of heat in her lower body, and she knew that it was her lustful fluids flowing out from deep within her body.

Qu Yan thrust her chest out and twisted her big buttocks, pressing her body against Cao Shan and arching and twisting. She was tormented by intense desire, feeling empty and itchy. "Mmm...I...I...mmm..."

She incoherently pulled off Cao Shan's clothes and passionately caressed his thin body, while Cao Shan's fingers were deeply inserted into her vagina, teasing her and making her feel that the more lewd she was, the more comfortable she would feel. Finally, Qu Yan boldly put her hand into Cao Shan's crotch.

Qu Yan would never forget the excitement she felt when she first grasped Cao Shan's enormous penis. It was the thrill of being favored, the realization of a dream, unimaginable pleasure, the torment before the climax, and the complete blankness of her mind. She had always just squeezed Hai Bo's penis, but she gripped Cao Shan's, gripping it tightly.

"So big, so hard," Qu Yan couldn't help but say, immediately blushing. Cao Shan's penis was larger than she had imagined. She had only tasted Hai Bo's small penis, and although Andy had made physical contact with her in a daze, she had no memory of it because of the chaos. But Cao Shan's penis, when she held it with one hand, her thumb and middle finger couldn't even touch it, and its length was terrifying. Cao Shan's penis was already sticking out of her pants, like a giant ruler.

Qu Yan's last bit of restraint and rationality was shattered by Cao Shan's enormous member. She slumped against Cao Shan, clutching his large penis with obvious affection, knowing it wasn't truly hers, and perhaps only tonight could she possess it.

"Give it to me, please...?"

Qu Yan whispered, her face flushed.

Cao Shan didn't speak, only held her tightly, leaning forward, and Qu Yan followed suit, lying down on the bed.

Everything was going smoothly; Cao Shan and Qu Yan could have perfectly merged, their bodies intertwined. His enormous penis would have satisfied Qu Yan's pent-up desires, giving her the ultimate pleasure a man could offer, while Cao Shan could have freely ridden her on his long-desired, magnificent steed. But he was greedy.

Cao Shan wanted to lick Qu Yan's genitals. He wanted Qu Yan to never forget him, even if she regretted it and distanced herself from him tomorrow. As Hai Bo's girlfriend, she couldn't afford to make another mistake. But Cao Shan not only wanted to use his large penis to subdue Qu Yan, but also to lick her private parts, working from both ends to make her unforgettable.

Cao Shan was initially successful. When he kissed Qu Yan's lower abdomen, Qu Yan already knew what he was going to do, and quickly spread her legs, her body convulsing with excitement.

Cao Shan's heart nearly jumped out of his chest as he looked at the white, beautiful flesh before him. He grabbed one of Qu Yan's thick calves with one hand, his calf taut with excitement. He thought to himself, "Damn, these thick legs are really strong, really thick, really fat."

Cao Shan could finally get a good look. Qu Yan opened her legs, revealing her vulva for him to admire. Qu Yan had a classic "steamed bun" vulva. From her thighs and buttocks to her full, rounded mounds of flesh, everything was as white as jade. Her plump labia majora were covered with sparse pubic hair. He gently parted the thick, closed labia, revealing layers of pink flesh, with a purplish-red, throbbing clitoris at the top, and in the middle, her overflowing paradise.

This was a completely different perspective from when he used a mirror to reflect Qu Yan's bathing; before it was telephoto, now it was macro. Putting aside Cheng Min's rotten, dark vulva, even Zhang Ning's genitals weren't this beautiful and well-proportioned—that was a big, round vulva! Cao Shan couldn't hold back any longer and plunged his head between Qu Yan's legs.

"Ah...I can't...ah..."

Cao Shan's tongue licked back and forth on Qu Yan's vulva, then plunged deep inside. Qu Yan immediately went wild. She lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, holding the man's head around her genitals, rubbing his hair haphazardly, enjoying the immense pleasure his tongue brought to her genitals. Cao Shan's tongue swept back and forth on her clitoris, and Qu Yan couldn't take it anymore.

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

Each cry was louder than the last, her waist trembled wildly, and her large buttocks thrust upwards as if she were about to reach orgasm.

Cao Shan chuckled inwardly. Qu Yan went crazy just from licking like this; soon his penis would make her feel like she was in heaven. Thinking this, he buried his head down and began kissing her labia.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Cao Shan's head was tightly clamped between Qu Yan's thick, fat legs, as if he were wearing earplugs, but he could tell that Qu Yan's cries were wrong, and he could feel that she was struggling.

He looked up, wiping his face, which was covered in semen, and saw Qu Yan looking terrified and helpless. He was stunned when he looked again.

There was a patch of blood on Hai Bo's head where he had been lying. Cao Shan and Qu Yan, like dry wood meeting a raging fire, might not have been deeply in love, but physically, they were each other's most beloved. Cao Shan liked tall, strong girls, while Qu Yan liked thin, small boys. They crossed the line, kissing, hugging, and caressing each other as if bewitched, and were about to make love. The intertwining of sex made them forget everything around them, even Hai Bo's existence.

But now, they both came to their senses. Forgetting about embarrassment and awkwardness, Qu Yan got out of bed, pushed Cao Shan away, and hurriedly put on her clothes. Cao Shan also put on his clothes, preparing to call Jianguo to help. But Qu Yan grabbed him and whispered, "No, don't call him. It'll be hard to explain."

Hai Bo was taken to the hospital by Qu Yan and Cao Shan, and the two had made a breakthrough in their relationship. Cao Shan and Qu Yan waited for Hai Bo to wake up at the hospital. They both agreed that it was Hai Bo who had somehow stopped their absurd sexual encounter.

How could he possibly watch his girlfriend have sex with another man right next to him? (
Chapter 21, April 13th

) Hai Bo stayed in the hospital for three days. The good news was that he had some amnesia and didn't remember the drunken encounter, which relieved Qu Yan and Cao Shan. The bad news was that Hai Bo hadn't had a single client for a month, and Qu Yan also didn't have any clients to give him. With the month almost over, Hai Bo's job was in jeopardy.

Jeff had been enjoying himself immensely these past few days. He had just given Shen Si another good time in her office, and it felt incredibly good. His wife, Wang Yimei, had been like a lioness in heat for the first few days after returning from the US, constantly nagging him for sex every night. Jeff, who was taking Viagra every day, was finding it difficult to perform and even doubted his own virility. Jeff regained his confidence only after pinning Shen Si's tall, beautiful naked body down and giving her a vigorous fuck.

A few days ago, Shen Si had a minor argument with Jeff, that kid Cao Shan. Jeff couldn't explain why he was jealous of Cao Shan; he just looked like her ex-boyfriend. Even if he were her ex-boyfriend, Shen Si wouldn't go back to him, let alone a substitute. He was the owner of the company, refined, wealthy, and talented, while Cao Shan was just a recent graduate, a nobody. He could only fantasize about Shen Si. What could Cao Shan offer her? Could she endure Cao Shan's penniless life? Bah! Even a cunt costs money to be fucked! Jeff was extremely relieved. He rediscovered that exhilarating feeling through sex with Shen Si. It wasn't that he was impotent, but his wife Wang Yimei's tall and ugly body simply didn't interest him.

Shen Si focused her energy on Microsoft. Jim was a scoundrel who loved to use his position to create trouble. Jim wanted to use the advertising opportunity to get Shen Si's body again and again. No one could help her with this; she had to do it herself. Wang Yimei is Jeff's wife. It's best to keep the business within the family; whether Shen Si is there or not, the orders won't go away, and even if they do, it won't be her problem. Handing it over to Cao Shan shouldn't be a problem. Besides, she's already overwhelmed; Shen Si's body now has to satisfy the desires of two men.

Ever since his relationship with Jim, Jeff not only always asks Shen Si about her experience with Jim during sex, but he's also been probing into threesomes, which disgusts Shen Si. Shen Si has always been a good student, excelling academically and actively participating in extracurricular activities. She studied dance from a young age and has a very elegant appearance, making her the object of many people's secret crushes during her school years. After entering university, everyone thought her future was incredibly bright—good grades, beautiful—for a girl, this is perfect. In fact, she was very sought after. Shen Si could have chosen to stay at the university, but her best friend was raped by a bald, elderly professor who threatened her future prospects, leaving her pregnant and ruined. She was rumored to have gone insane, while the professor, aside from a disciplinary action, was simply looking for his next target. Shen Si wanted to take the civil service exam, but her classmates gossiped that in government agencies, almost every girl with a bit of looks had been taken advantage of by her superiors. Getting into the government essentially sealed her future, and the superiors were the helmsmen of all her life goals—how could she dare not meet their demands? Some girls even married, but their husbands were just a facade; if the superiors demanded it, they had to obediently sleep with them.

Shen Si was shocked by these dark secrets. She refused to be a plaything; she wanted to succeed through her own efforts. She chose to enter the workforce, opting for freelance work, and she succeeded. At her company, she was a key member, someone capable of single-handedly changing the company's direction. She was the company's second-in-command after Jeff, and the most important person in the company. In terms of sex, her behavior seemed even more absurd than the scandalous stories she had heard before, even stooping to being fucked by two men.

Shen Si had just gone to Jim's place that morning. Jim, this out-of-town returnee from overseas, was a farmer. Despite his respectable appearance and fluent English, he still retained many of the bad habits of rural people, such as not showering daily. The moment he took off his pants, the stench of his penis filled the air, and Shen Si never wanted to give him oral sex again. But Jim had become addicted to Shen Si's performance last time and insisted she give him oral sex. As a result, Jim, still stroking his penis, shoved it, covered in urine, into Shen Si's mouth and ejaculated twice. Afterwards, Shen Si used three wet wipes and brushed her teeth twice to get rid of the lingering odor in her mouth. After being played with by Jim, back at the company, Jeff leered and entered the office. Ever since he learned that Shen Si and Jim had been intimate, his desire for Shen Si seemed to have intensified. Using the semen Jim had ejaculated inside Shen Si, he grabbed her round, plump buttocks and pounded into her again, enjoying himself immensely. Shen Si thought bitterly, "A threesome would be better; that way I wouldn't have to run back and forth."

Shen Si knelt naked on the office sofa, her round, plump buttocks raised high. Behind her, Jeff held her round, fleshy buttocks, his penis inserted into Shen Si's wet vagina, thrusting rapidly with immense satisfaction, enjoying his lover's beautiful body. But his wife wasn't idle either, meticulously planning to offer her cunt to another man's penis. Jeff was secretly pleased. After a brief reunion with his wife, Wang Yimei, Wang Yimei no longer bothered him at night, allowing Jeff to regain his energy and resume his prowess with Shen Si. Little did he know, Wang Yimei had found a young man. If Jeff knew he'd been cheated on by a penniless young man who hadn't even graduated yet, wouldn't he be furious?

Of course, Wang Yimei had no desire for Jeff anymore; her desires were satisfied by her puppy, Chu Fei. Even a slut, if she's being satisfied by younger men, won't have any desire for her husband's familiar, uninteresting penis.

She liked to call Chu Fei a puppy, but he was more like a donkey. Ever since their first time together, Chu Fei had become hopelessly infatuated with Wang Yimei. He actively sought her out, yearning for the imposing, awe-inspiring body of this tall, married woman. Every time the two met, Chu Fei would spare no effort to satisfy Wang Yimei's various demands. He would beat her, torture her, and urinate on her face. As long as Wang Yimei was willing, he would not refuse. Wang Yimei was his queen.

Wang Yimei, standing at 1.9 meters tall, loved wearing high heels. Her breasts, as full as water balloons, and her round, plump buttocks, like washbasins, were the epitome of beauty and allure for Chu Fei. Even when he fantasized and masturbated, he never imagined such a tall, sexy woman could become his lover. The only flaw was that while Wang Yimei's legs were fair and long, they were too thick—calling them elephant legs wouldn't be an exaggeration. Chu Fei preferred girls with slender legs. But the thick legs couldn't diminish Chu Fei's intense desire for Wang Yimei. So perfect, so stimulating, so sexy—what did it matter if her legs were a little thick? Chu Fei loved having Wang Yimei bend over, embracing her large, white buttocks, and thrusting into her. He almost had to stand on tiptoe, and she had to spread her legs wide so his large penis could reach her cunt. When he grabbed Wang Yimei's round, gleaming white buttocks and thrust his penis deep into her warm, slippery, and not-so-tight vagina, he went mad, fucking her relentlessly until his semen filled her cunt, and he kept going.

Finally, both of them were exhausted before they stopped; Wang Yimei's legs were too limp to close.

Chu Fei liked tall women like Wang Yimei, and Wang Yimei liked his slender, young body. It was a mutual attraction, each getting what they wanted. But what Wang Yimei truly desired was to conquer Cao Shan. How so? Aside from the fact that she considered Cao Shan Shen Si's boyfriend, Wang Yimei genuinely liked Cao Shan. She was even willing to support him, providing for his food, drink, and entertainment, just to be with him. Chu Fei? At most, she'd pay for the hotel room. That was the difference. Wang Yimei wasn't satisfied with just Chu Fei; she wanted Cao Shan too. She wanted to seduce Cao Shan until he gave in.

When Cao Shan first went to deliver documents to Wang Yimei, he was startled upon entering. Wang Yimei's long hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, exuding the charm and efficiency of a white-collar woman. She was even more alluring than when he first met her. Behind her black-rimmed glasses, her eyes, adorned with long mascara and eyeliner, seemed to flutter. Although Wang Yimei wasn't conventionally beautiful, she still possessed a certain femininity with makeup. Cao Shan considered Wang Yimei's figure to be nothing short of imposing, yet she wore heels over 10 centimeters high, making her appear over two meters tall—excessively so. This senior executive of a large international company, Wang Yimei, that day wore a tight-fitting, off-white cashmere jumpsuit, the deep V-neck revealing her long, white neck and deep cleavage.

Her full breasts strained against the elastic fabric, highlighting her alluring hemispheres; even the silhouette alone was incredibly seductive. Wang Yimei's shapely figure was encased in a cashmere mini-skirt, making her incredibly sexy. Her curves were on full display: a smooth abdomen, a cinched waist, and a wide, plump, round, and pert bottom. Her shapely figure seemed to burst free from the constraints of the fitted skirt, revealing her enviable curves. Back then, the term "short-waist" wasn't common, but her skirt was exactly that—the hem tightly hugged her rounded hips, stopping abruptly at the top of her thighs. Below the hem were two long, thick, beautiful legs, clad in black stockings that no man could resist—shiny black stockings!

Wang Yimei's advances towards Cao Shan weren't limited to her appearance; she relentlessly pursued him in every way, from her actions to her behavior. The first time she delivered documents, a condom was conspicuously placed on the coffee table. Seeing Cao Shan notice it, she elegantly picked it up with a flirtatious wink and slowly slipped it into the drawer under the coffee table. The second time, Wang Yimei asked him to retrieve documents from her desk drawer. Upon opening it, he was astonished to find a thick, long artificial penis, wet and clearly recently used. He glanced at Wang Yimei in surprise, but instead of blushing, she smiled seductively at him. That time, he was a little overwhelmed.

Wang Yimei was absolutely the kind of woman Cao Shan dreamed of—tall, sexy, every part of her body exuding alluring female hormones, teasing the boy before her. She knew Cao Shan liked tall women, so she satisfied him, letting him have his fill of admiration.

The most frustrated one was Cao Shan. Yes, he liked tall women, strong and robust, with big legs, big buttocks, and big breasts; mature women were even better. But Wang Yimei, well, she went too far in every way. She was too tall, too strong, with a huge butt and thick legs. Wang Yimei's round calves—good heavens, no exaggeration—were thicker than his thighs; it was a bit hard to accept. That was secondary; the main thing was that Wang Yimei was Jeff's wife, the boss's wife! He dared not cross that line. Besides, he disliked Wang Yimei's aggressive attitude and strong personality. She was a complete career woman, while Cao Shan preferred physical exchanges that transcended love, not just simple sexual intercourse, and he disliked being treated like prey.

Wang Yimei called Cao Shan, asking him to bring some documents. Actually, what documents did she need to bring for such a trivial advertisement? She just wanted to meet him, to find an opportunity.

The car stopped at the entrance of Apple's headquarters, and Cao Shan nervously took the elevator, clutching the documents. Wang Yimei's bold actions the previous two times had truly frightened Cao Shan. Even if Wang Yimei was like Lin Chi-ling, he couldn't afford to play that game.

Cao Shan fantasized that it would be best if that shrew Wang Yimei wasn't there. He could leave his documents and go; he didn't want anything to do with the general manager's wife—that would be a recipe for disaster. Unfortunately, Wang Yimei wasn't just there; she was waiting for him, dressed provocatively.

Every time Wang Yimei knew Cao Shan was coming, she would prepare in advance, telling her secretary not to disturb him and to keep out unauthorized personnel. Then she would take off her dignified, conservative suit and change into a sexy outfit—just for Cao Shan. If her colleagues saw her dressed like a prostitute, she would become the talk of the company the next day.

Wang Yimei was still wearing that sexy, cream-colored cashmere fitted mini-skirt, paired with high heels and black stockings.

Wang Yimei sat provocatively on the sofa; the tight skirt barely covered her large, round buttocks, exposing her thighs. Seeing Cao Shan arrive, she smiled and led him to the opposite sofa. Wang Yimei shifted her legs occasionally, her sexy purple panties peeking out, making Cao Shan's blood boil.

"Cao Shan, did you bring the documents?"

Wang Yimei's long, shapely legs, encased in black stockings, opened and crossed again. Cao Shan was extremely embarrassed, practically staring at the ceiling.

"Yes, Manager Wang, I brought them."

Cao Shan tilted his head back, looking like he had a nosebleed, which looked quite comical and made Wang Yimei chuckle.

"Hehe, just call me Ivy. What are you doing? Is there something pretty on the ceiling?"

Wang Yimei deliberately teased him .

"No, no."

Cao Shan was extremely nervous. This tigress seemed like she was about to devour him at any moment. Didn't she know he was an employee of her husband's company? So blatantly teasing him.

"What do you mean no? Afraid I'll eat you? Little thing, am I that scary?"

Wang Yimei winked at him seductively. She wasn't exactly pretty.

"No, no."

Cao Shan just hoped nothing bad would happen today and tried to say as little as possible.

"Alright, tell me about it."

Wang Yimei, feeling awkward, stood up and paced around the office.

Cao Shan didn't know what she wanted to hear, but he knew her real intentions weren't what they seemed, so he picked up the documents and began to read. As he read, he glanced at Wang Yimei every now and then. Wang Yimei had her back to him; her tight cashmere skirt hugged her tall figure, and her long, thick legs, encased in black stockings, were incredibly alluring. She wore sexy high heels, and wow, her height of over two meters made her unique sexiness and visual impact impossible to ignore. Especially her round, large buttocks. Cao Shan had never experienced such a round, plump, and sexy buttocks on either Zhang Ning or Cheng Min. The reason he was still interested in Qu Yan was largely because of Qu Yan's voluptuous and sexy buttocks. But Wang Yimei's buttocks were even larger than Qu Yan's. Looking at them, he thought, "Damn, those buttocks are too big; I can't even hug them." Wang Yimei's tight dress was so damn sexy, it hugged her buttocks so tightly that her two plump buttocks trembled slightly as she walked. Even if she bent over slightly or took a big step, he could see everything under her dress.

Just as Cao Shan was staring blankly at Wang Yimei's buttocks, she suddenly turned around. Wang Yimei looked at him with a smile, making him feel extremely embarrassed, like a thief caught red-handed. "Why aren't you reading anymore? What are you looking at?"

"No, nothing," Cao Shan's words became his go-to excuse, and he quickly turned his head away.

Wang Yimei smiled slightly, as if she could read Cao Shan's mind. She knew he was on the right track; at least he was interested in her body.

Wang Yimei walked back to the sofa, gently lifting her long leg and placing it on the table. Before Cao Shan could even look at her, she cried out, "Ouch!" and bent over in pain, clutching her leg.

"Cao Shan, quick, quick, I, I have a leg cramp, help me fix it... my leg..."

Wang Yimei placed one long leg on the coffee table, her legs naturally spread apart, revealing her fair thighs and the perineum covered by her purple panties. Cao Shan's scalp tingled. He thought, "Damn it, another leg cramp?" Last time Tang Jing had a leg cramp and almost raped someone, and now you're having a leg cramp too. But seeing Wang Yimei's pained expression, he couldn't ignore it. He quickly knelt down in front of Wang Yimei, took off her high heels, and spread her feet apart, thinking, "Wow, these feet are huge.

" "Ouch, it hurts..."

Wang Yimei said coquettishly, naturally bending her legs, revealing even more of her pubic area. The tall woman in front of Cao Shan was a sea of white, her two long legs tightly bound in black stockings spread apart almost like she was doing something, making him unable to resist stealing glances. This one glance almost drove him to the brink of collapse. Wang Yimei's purple panties were made of mesh, like the crocheted coasters her family used to wear when she was a child. Although it wasn't immediately clear, the dark patch between her legs and the straight pubic hair were clearly visible. This wasn't Cao Shan's fault; the distance was simply too close.

Between Wang Yimei's fair thighs, her most private parts were right in front of Cao Shan. Her long legs and plump, tender vulva swayed slightly with her breathing. The slightly fishy smell unique to women emanating from under her skirt hit his nose. Cao Shan felt his blood rush to his head; he was seduced by Wang Yimei. If this woman, spreading her legs and exposing her private parts to him, weren't his boss's wife, or a client he couldn't afford to offend, he would have made his move.

For Wang Yimei, showing her private parts to Cao Shan was a shameless act that crossed moral boundaries.

She thought it was foolproof; she hadn't put in this much effort when seducing Chu Fei. But she found that Cao Shan didn't make a move. She felt discouraged, ashamed, and then angry, and she exploded.

"What are you looking at?"

Before Cao Shan could look away, Wang Yimei suddenly became agitated. She kicked him, sending him sprawling to the ground, then walked up to him, spread her legs, put her hands on her hips, and looked down at him. "What are you looking at? Tell me what you were looking at just now, Cao Shan! I never expected you to be this kind of person! Christie sent you to work with me because I valued your integrity and honesty. But what did you do? The way you looked at me when you came in today was off, and not only were you talking irrelevantly, but you were also peeking at my butt. I asked you to help me stretch my legs, and you took advantage of my vulnerability to peek at my

crotch! You, you, you, what were you thinking?" Faced with Wang Yimei's barrage of insults, Cao Shan was dumbfounded, completely bewildered as to why he suddenly found himself in the wrong. "You slut, you've been trying to seduce me in every way imaginable. If I didn't look at you, I'd be doing you a disservice. I did look, and you got all worked up?

I peeked at you? Don't even mention seducing me. Right now, you're all over the place, legs spread wide, and I'm lying on the ground. I can still see everything under your skirt."

Cao Shan couldn't lash out, no matter how wronged he felt. First, he was definitely in the wrong; he was Jeff's employee, and Wang Yimei was Jeff's wife. Who would Jeff side with if his employee was spying on his wife? Even a fool could figure it out. Second, if Wang Yimei lost her temper and made a big deal out of it, the advertisement wouldn't go through, and Cao Shan would lose his job.

It was Wang Yimei deliberately picking a fight, but Cao Shan had to endure it. He quickly stood up, bowed his head, and apologized.

"Ivy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please forgive me," he said, sounding utterly terrified.

"Hmph,"

Wang Yimei sneered, standing in front of him, almost touching his body. Wang Yimei was about 2 meters tall in heels, while Cao Shan was only about 1.7 meters tall in leather shoes. With his head bowed, he was right in front of Wang Yimei's chest, making him extremely awkward—unable to look up or down.

Wang Yimei, not one to back down, continued, "Look at you, so young, yet so cunning. No money, no skills, can't get a girlfriend, so you look at other women? Who am I? I'm your general manager's wife! Do you think you can just look at me like that? What would Jeff think if he knew? I'll definitely talk to him about this tonight. I'll teach you out-of-towners a lesson!"

Anyone who's worked in Beijing knows how offensive the term "out-of-towner" is.

But Cao Shan knew the seriousness of the consequences and didn't care about dignity anymore. He wouldn't dare talk back, not even if you called him a grandson. He'd never encountered anything like this before, being falsely accused and forced to go along with it—after all, he was too lowly to offend her. He hurriedly said, "Ivy, it's not what you think. If I really offended you, I apologize. It was my fault, please forgive me." While apologizing, Cao Shan cursed himself inwardly. He was such a coward; this grandson's act was so damn pathetic. In his past, he would have definitely fought back if wronged. But when faced with something like this, he felt like a pawn being manipulated, and he couldn't stand up for himself.

Cao Shan made up his mind that no matter what, it was his own fault for not resisting temptation. Since things had come to this, he had to make a clean break. He knew Wang Yimei was picking on him and was also challenging Shen Si. If Jeff found out, not only would he be in deep trouble, but Shen Si would also be embarrassed.

Just as Cao Shan steeled himself to face Wang Yimei's barrage of questions, Wang Yimei unexpectedly laughed, her tone softening. "Hahaha, Cao Shan, I thought you were a hot-blooded young man, but I didn't expect you to be so pragmatic. To be a qualified salesperson, the first thing you need to learn is to read people's expressions and understand their needs. Then you need to be obedient and meet their needs. That's how you get what you want. Understand?" It turned out

Wang Yimei was using a little trick to teach him a small lesson.

Cao Shan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "I understand, I know."

"Good. Given what happened just now, I could easily sue you for indecent assault. Think about it, what would you do if that happened?"

Wang Yimei sat back down on the sofa with a cold smile, then casually asked, "Is Shen Si your girlfriend?"

"Huh?"

Cao Shan was caught off guard by Wang Yimei's sudden question and didn't know what to say, so he could only bite the bullet and answer. "Well, not really, just... just started."

"Just started? What a 'just started.' Do you think you're good enough for her? Her clothes are worth two months' salary of yours, her watch is worth half a year's salary, her shoes are worth three months' salary, her bag is worth a year's salary. How long have you been working?"

Wang Yimei stared intently at him, making Cao Shan feel uneasy.

"These things, she bought them herself. I don't have any money."

Cao Shan was filled with trepidation. Logically speaking, he had quite a temper, but this Wang Yimei completely overwhelmed him in both height and aura, like a peasant before liberation meeting a nouveau riche, or like ordinary people today encountering a corrupt official. It was obvious he could confront her, but he just didn't dare.

"Fine, I hope you're her boyfriend, because I want her to experience what it's like to have her lover taken by someone else,"

Wang Yimei muttered to herself.

"Miss Ivy, if there's nothing else, I'll be going!"

Cao Shan didn't want to stay a second longer and practically fled.

"You'd better listen to me! Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to make you regret it!"

Wang Yimei said, looking at Cao Shan's retreating figure. Although Wang Yimei hadn't managed to get Cao Shan, it had been exciting enough. She knew that if she weren't Jeff's wife, that little boy might have pounced on her. When Cao Shan stared at her crotch, his eyes were practically spitting fire. She thought, "My body is quite popular, isn't it?" Her thigh had just touched that little thing's thing, and it was so hard it was bulging against her pants, making her heart itch. The biggest problem facing Wang Yimei was, since she hadn't succeeded in seducing Cao Shan, what else could she do? Should she strip naked and rape him? Although Wang Yimei really wanted Cao Shan, she wasn't that despicable. Moreover, just a moment ago, when she opened her legs towards Cao Shan, she hesitated. Cao Shan sat in the taxi, looking out at the bustling traffic, the busy cyclists passing by, and the depressed crowds crammed into the bus with furrowed brows. Yes, at least he doesn't have to squeeze onto crowded buses like them anymore, but is that progress? Why isn't he happy at all? Instead, he's more anxious and depressed. And he knows in his heart that Wang Yimei's relentless pursuit of him might mean she has to betray Zhang Ning again.

Chapter 22

Sex, in the lives of the wealthy, is like a game. Young models, celebrities. The rich use their money to buy the right to have sex with women of all levels and looks. The more money and power they have, the higher their sexual privileges. It is because of their attitude towards sex as a pastime that scandals like the Edison Chen photo scandal occurred. Celebrities, outsiders, millionaires, and various second-generation rich kids all treat sex as a game, and the photos and videos taken are like game saves.

But among the poor who are struggling in Beijing, working hard for hope but also struggling to make ends meet, sex is often more like a campfire for mutual comfort and warmth. They didn't have much money. After a month of hard work, they were practically broke, barely making ends meet after food, clothing, and shelter. In their early twenties, from the time they first had a vague understanding of sex in middle school, they were taught by parents and teachers that sex was a dangerous beast and they shouldn't date too early. Many were brainwashed and spent their student years alone, devoid of love. When they graduated and started working, when dating was allowed, their meager salaries, barely enough to make ends meet, were simply insufficient to cover the expenses of dating. They were at the age when they should be dating, yet they were left without love. This is addressed to boys. For girls, Beijing is a beauty filter. Girls from all over the country, hailed as little beauties and princesses since childhood, mostly flock to Beijing through art schools or other channels. Many of them possess angelic faces and devilish figures—alluring, round hips, soft breasts, and slender legs. They are the apple of their parents' eyes, carrying their parents' expectations and bearing the same pressure. So, to earn money and become famous, they turn themselves into commodities, placed on a shelf for powerful others to choose from. This is their shortcut to achieving a better life. For girls with average looks, they can only survive in this city by enduring hardship like boys. They lack striking beauty and sexy figures, existing in every corner of the city—whether as restaurant waitresses, supermarket cashiers, or small company employees. Their biggest dream is to find a partner to rely on, to share the burden of life in Beijing. Encountering love or even a romantic encounter is a luxury they can only yearn for. Their desires for sex and love are simple and pure. It's precisely because life lacks so many impurities that sex and love seem even purer.

Wang Na is an ordinary girl's name. In Beijing, there are probably hundreds, even thousands, of Wang Nas, and one of them is the receptionist at Erlong Company.

She comes from a rural area in Shanxi Province. Like many of her peers, she grew up listening to the song "I Love Beijing: The Grand Mansion Gate," and has always longed for Beijing. No matter how hard life is, just being able to survive in Beijing is a dream come true for her.

Wang Na is relatively lucky. After graduating from a third-tier college in the provincial capital, she managed to obtain a diploma, which allowed her to avoid the lower-status jobs like her fellow villagers, such as domestic helpers or others. Instead, she applied for a receptionist position at a job fair. Although the income is meager, barely enough for food and lodging, the boss and his wife treat her very well, and Wang Na is content.

For a girl like her struggling in a foreign land, love is usually out of reach, but just half a month ago, she met her Prince Charming.

The boy was about her age and had come to the company to discuss business. It seemed he wanted to partner with the boss on a project to sell goods, but the boss refused, deeming his products unprofitable. The boy came several times, greeting her each time. Wang Na had never encountered a manager greet her like this before, which made her feel flattered.

They gradually became familiar. He was tall and thin, wearing glasses and appearing refined and cultured. He was humorous and approachable, unlike the other managers who seemed aloof. Wang Na didn't expect anything to happen between them, but the boy was very thoughtful, bringing her snacks and small gifts each time he came. He gradually started inviting her to meals and movies, and Wang Na was delighted to discover that the boy seemed to like her.

Wang Na grew up listening to "I Love Beijing's Grand Mansion," and had seen the Five Great Walls rising against the eastern sunrise countless times on television since childhood. But after living in Beijing for so long, she had never seen one. Although she lived not far from the company, Wang Na took on more work because her boss and his wife treated her well. Besides being a receptionist, she was also a secretary, and even a stock clerk, office worker, and cashier. The small company couldn't afford many employees, so she did as much as she could, leaving early and returning late every day, thinking it was to repay her boss and his wife's kindness.

She didn't have time to watch the sunrise during work hours, and on her occasional days off, she just wanted to sleep, so she had even less opportunity.

One day, Wang Na casually mentioned to the young business manager that she wanted to see the sunrise. Unexpectedly, the next morning before dawn, the boy called to wake her up and drove her to see it. Wang Na watched the sky slowly lighten, a red sun rise, and a large red cloth, held high and imposing, was tossed into the clear sky in the biting wind, accompanied by a solemn melody.

At that moment, she cried in the boy's arms. She cried because she was moved by seeing the sunrise and felt proud to be a Chinese! At the same time, she was even more moved by the boy's warmth. She was all alone, struggling to make ends meet in a remote, impoverished place. Living in a basement, she could barely send money home each month, even with her frugal lifestyle, and she couldn't save any for herself. She was too afraid to go to the hospital when she was sick, resorting to drinking hot water and burying herself under the covers to heal. Wang Na desperately wanted someone to care for her, and she found it.

After seeing him, the boy took her home, and Wang Na could no longer suppress her impulses. Whether it was admiration or gratitude, in that damp little basement room, she gave herself to the boy

in a daze. At that moment, Wang Na experienced the immense pleasure of being possessed by a man for the first time. The boy's strong body pressed against hers; the room was cold, but her body felt like it was on fire. She spread her legs and embraced the boy's muscular body. The moment his hard, thick penis entered her, she couldn't help but cry out in excitement. This was not only a fulfilling sexual experience, but also a comforting warmth. The boy's hard penis rubbed rapidly inside her body, while a pair of large, calloused hands roughly kneaded Wang Na's body. Although she didn't know how to respond to a man, she sensed that he was satisfied with her.

In Wang Na's extreme excitement, the boy ejaculated his thick semen onto her buttocks. Wang Na was the kind of girl with a very sturdy build; her buttocks, though not large, were quite wide. In the past, it was said in the village that women with large buttocks were good at bearing children, and that buttocks were a symbol of femininity, representing strong desires. This had made Wang Na the target of much ridicule from her sisters, and her wide buttocks made her feel inferior during puberty. But the boy said he liked her buttocks, liked the feeling of holding such large buttocks, and Wang Na felt comforted.

After their lovemaking, the hearts of these two young people, who were using sex to comfort their loneliness, were also connected. At least, that's what Wang Na thought. From the moment he inserted his penis into her shy, tender vagina, Wang Na gave him her heart.

The two lay naked in bed, chatting about their dreams and life. The boy said he liked Wang Na and, after making enough money in Beijing, wanted her to be his girlfriend, even his wife, with a bunch of babies, living happily ever after. She learned that the boy was very capable, achieving some success shortly after starting his career. Currently, Wang Na's boss was crucial to his future development, but Erlong was unwilling to help him with this favor. The boy begged Wang Na to talk to the boss for him, saying that once he made money, he would have the confidence to pursue Wang Na. Wang Na happily agreed, thinking that helping him was helping herself. If she could really become his girlfriend as he said, she would be the happiest person.

Following the boy's instructions, Wang Na stammered and spoke to Erlong several times, but the boss became impatient, telling her not to meddle in things that weren't her business. Wang Na was discouraged, failing to complete the task her prospective boyfriend had given her.

The boy gradually visited less, but still frequently asked her out to dinner and even booked a hotel room twice. Wang Na wasn't a promiscuous girl; she was quite traditional. But she slept with this man willingly, seeing him as her future support. After all, it was just a matter of time.

Today, Wang Na was busy at the front desk, with a pile of forms to complete. Then, her boss, Erlong, came back to the company drunk. She quickly made him a strong cup of tea and brought it in.

Wang Na pushed open the door to the general manager's office, only to find Erlong, his face flushed and drunk, leaning against the sofa, his hand rubbing his crotch. Having already experienced a man's manhood, Wang Na's face instantly turned red. She quickly placed the teacup on the coffee table, not daring to look at Erlong, and said blankly, "Manager, I've put the tea here." She

started to walk away.

Erlong called after her, "Wang Na, hand me the teacup." Wang Na had no choice but to turn around and hand him the teacup, but unexpectedly, Erlong grabbed her hand. Wang Na screamed in fright, and the teacup slipped from her hand, spilling all the tea onto Erlong's pants.

Erlong yelled in pain from the burn, pushing Wang Na away as he wiped his pants and complained, "What are you doing? What are you doing? These pants cost thousands of yuan, and they're all ruined!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Wang Na said, seeing Erlong's anger, and hurriedly grabbed a tablecloth to wipe his pants. Unexpectedly, Erlong pulled Wang Na into his arms. Wang Na, who was just over 1.6 meters tall, was a perfect match for Erlong.

"Wang Na, stop wiping, you won't get it right anyway. Just give me your body," Erlong said, his hand reaching into her sweater, his lips pursed as he tried to kiss her.

Wang Na was terrified, pushing Erlong away forcefully and turning her head to avoid his alcohol-smelling mouth. "Manager, please, please, please, I'll pay for your pants."

Wang Na pleaded, her voice trembling with tears. "I don't want you to pay for my pants, I want you to take them off! Come with me, okay?"

The drunken Erlong leered, embracing Wang Na's trembling body, kissing her fair face repeatedly, his hand already inside her sweater, grabbing her firm breasts.

"Damn, your tits are really firm, unlike my slutty old woman, her tits are all flattened from being squeezed by others, damn it, hurry up, make me feel good."

Erlong's hands groped wildly at Wang Na's breasts, and Wang Na was even more terrified, desperately trying to dodge, but how could she fight against Erlong?

"Manager, I beg you, let me go, let me go!" Wang Na cried and begged for mercy, but Erlong had already started to pull down her pants. Wang Na clung tightly to the belt of her jeans, not letting him take her pants off. If her pants were pulled down, everything would be over. Erlong usually treated Wang Na well and never had any improper thoughts about her. Why did he act so recklessly after drinking today?

Erlong wrapped one arm around Wang Na's waist and used the other hand to undo her belt, cursing as he did so, "Damn it, that girl was a total slut. She made me drink too much, and I didn't even get to fuck her. Wang Na, for the sake of how well I've always taken care of you, let me relieve myself, just once, okay?"

"No!"

Wang Na screamed, but she still couldn't stop Erlong from using his brute force to pull down her pants. Wang Na looked at the manager, who was now in a state of lust, with horror. Her two snow-white legs were tightly pressed together, and her hands were clutching her pink knitted panties tightly. This was her last line of defense.

When Wang Na saw Erlong reach out to pull down her panties, she screamed and kicked her legs hard, kicking Erlong in the stomach and pushing him away. Erlong was really desperate. He pulled down his pants, took out his hard penis, and pounced on Wang Na's half-naked body like a hungry tiger. He forcefully ripped open her sweater, ripped off her bra, buried his head in her chest, and bit her nipple.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

Wang Na was in excruciating pain from Erlong's bite. As soon as she loosened her grip, Erlong took the opportunity to spread Wang Na's snow-white legs and squeezed his body inside her. Wang Na could only try to close her legs tightly, kicking and thrashing. Fortunately, Wang Na grew up in the countryside and her legs were strong and powerful, so she could resist for a while, but she was still exhausted from Erlong's actions.

Erlong was about to succeed, and he became even more excited, frantically biting at Wang Na's tender breasts, panting and slurring, "Wang Na, give in to me, I'll give you a raise, I'll rent you a place, okay? Promise me this once, I promise I won't bother you again, okay? Let me release my pent-up desire, let me release my pent-up desire." Erlong's brute force had exhausted Wang Na, and she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. At this moment, Erlong was completely drunk and out of his mind; he was absolutely not going to let her go. Wang Na wavered. Although she still curled her legs together and struggled desperately, she timidly asked, "Do you mean it?"

Erlong, sensing an opportunity, stopped and nodded frantically. Wang Na cried, letting tears stream down her face. She silently repeated the boy's name, "Don't blame me, don't blame me. I promise I'll never give myself to anyone else again."

Wang Na steeled herself and said to Erlong, "You...you have to promise me one thing."

Erlong thought, "Damn it, my dick's about to burst. I'd agree to ten things, let alone one." He quickly said, "Go ahead, what is it?"

"You...you have to promise Xiao Liu from Jinguang Paper Industry that you'll cooperate with him on projects." This was Wang Na's final request. At the moment she was about to be raped, she used the favor the boy had entrusted to her as leverage against the man who was about to rape her.

Erlong was stunned. He never expected his company's receptionist to plead for the business manager. He felt a sense of satisfaction and said, "Damn it, that kid really hooked up with the receptionist. He was flirting with her at his own company, and now he's flirting with our Wang Na. Fine, Wang Na, I agree, but don't regret it. That kid's a scoundrel, don't let him fool you."

"I don't regret it," Wang Na said, relieved. She was really tired, she couldn't take it anymore. Erlong had exhausted her, and she was on the verge of collapse.

Wang Na lay on the sofa, raising her arm to cover her face, silently crying as Erlong stripped her naked.

Erlong, just like Xiao Liu had done to her that day, knelt down beneath her, spread Wang Na's legs, and pressed down on her.

Wang Na felt her tender vulva between her legs being pried open, her delicate, sticky labia coming into contact with the cold air. She felt a chill and couldn't help but shiver, and then she felt something warm and hard push in. Erlong's penis was small, not nearly as full as Xiao Liu's, yet it felt like a sharp thorn piercing her heart.

The moment Erlong inserted his penis into Wang Na's tender vagina, he felt immense satisfaction. This girl was so damn tender; although there was no blood, her little cunt was pink and clean, with only a long, narrow slit in the middle, unlike his wife's cunt, which was dark and messy. Inside, her little cunt was tight, but there was plenty of vaginal fluid, slippery and warm. Wang Na curled her legs, and Erlong, supporting her knees, spread them apart, kneeling beneath her and beginning to thrust his penis wildly.

Wang Na clenched her teeth, utterly humiliated. Rural families were very traditional; Wang Na's grandmother, mother, aunt, maternal aunt, and sister all only made love to their husbands on their wedding night, giving themselves to the men of their lives. Yet she was so promiscuous, first having sex with that boy, and now being raped by the manager. What an insult this was to a girl! Erlong, having sex with Wang Na's snow-white body, seeing her humiliated expression and clenched lips, fucked her even harder. He didn't care how important a girl's virginity was; he only cared about venting his lust.

"Damn it, make a sound, make a sound for me,"

Erlong said, holding Wang Na's round, snow-white legs as he fucked her tender vulva. But Wang Na didn't make a sound. Her eyes were turned to the side, staring blankly at the ceiling, letting tears stream down her face.

Erlong was used to working with prostitutes, those women who would moan as if they were reaching orgasm even before penetration. Wang Na's silence was quite unsettling. Erlong sneered, "Fine, Wang Na, let's see how long you can last."

With that, he lifted Wang Na's legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders. Wang Na's legs were snow-white and straight, and carrying them on his back only fueled his desire. Erlong gripped the base of Wang Na's thighs, forcefully thrusting his penis into her tender vagina, then began to pump rapidly and forcefully.

Wang Na couldn't take it. At first, she could endure it, but eventually, Erlong made her incredibly itchy down there. Although the shame remained, her body's instinctive desire grew stronger, craving him to penetrate harder and last longer.

She was an innocent girl, and although Erlong wasn't particularly skilled, he still made her pant and sweat profusely. Erlong thrust harder and harder, and Wang Na felt as if the piston inside her was pushing her towards the heavens. After a little over three minutes, Wang Na and Erlong both reached orgasm. The moment Erlong roared and ejaculated his thick semen into her body, Wang Na trembled in panic, clinging tightly to him.

The immense pleasure sent Wang Na soaring to heaven. When she returned to earth, the overwhelming contrast and pain of being raped overwhelmed her. Just as she was pushing Erlong away, her face streaked with tears, sobbing and trembling naked, the door to the general manager's office suddenly opened. Wang Na was terrified. A tall, beautiful, and delicate woman's face appeared in the doorway—it was Cheng Min! In a split second, Cheng Min slammed the door shut, followed by the rapid clatter of high heels.

Erlong panicked first, scrambling out from Wang Na's naked body, pulling on his pants and fastening his belt as he chased after her, leaving Wang Na alone, naked, clutching her smooth, white legs, her large buttocks resting on the sticky puddle of semen on the sofa, sobbing alone in sorrow.

Cheng Min didn't even bother with Erlong, who was relentlessly pursuing her. She walked out of the company gate, hailed a taxi, and left.

Her mind was in turmoil. She had been repeatedly taken advantage of by the young boss to ensure the company's operation. Who was she selling her body for? Wasn't it for him and Erlong? She didn't care if Erlong frequented prostitutes, but today he had brazenly raped the receptionist in the office!

Cheng Min cursed under her breath, thinking, "I don't care anymore. You, Erlong, can keep your dick to fuck other women, but I won't keep my hole for you either!" She first called the *moderator* of the chat room, telling her she wanted to see her. After hanging up, she suddenly felt a little scared. She had only chatted with that tall woman online, but who knew what she was really like? Was she a man or a woman? Was she a law-abiding citizen or a gangster? She was uncertain, and then she thought of Cao Shan. Ever since their one-night stand in Beidaihe, Cao Shan had been avoiding her. To be honest, Cheng Min missed him.

At this moment, Cao Shan, still shaken from running out of Apple, sat in a taxi, aimlessly staring out the window. Lost in thought, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was Cheng Min. He frowned. At least for a while, he wouldn't have to run around to clients. Shen Si had promised him a substantial commission if the Apple deal went through, so he wouldn't have to do things he didn't want to do for a living. Therefore, he had no obligation to use his penis to please a female client. But Cheng Min was, after all, his first client, and more importantly, his first woman. He thought of Cheng Min's slender, tall figure, a perfect figure comparable to Lin Chi-ling—the kind of elegant wife every man dreams of. Whether out of politeness or longing, he shouldn't refuse the call.

Cao Shan hesitated, his thumb moving back and forth between the central control key and the "C" key on the 5510i. After much deliberation, he finally answered the phone.

"Hello, Sister Cheng," Cao Shan greeted her habitually in a friendly tone.

"Hey little brother, what's up? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

Cheng Min spoke with a slight Northeastern accent, but her voice was delicate and pleasant to listen to.

"Nothing, just finished meeting a client. I'm in the car, so I didn't hear you,"

Cao Shan replied.

"Oh, nothing, I just missed you."

Those words were enough to make him itch. If it were anyone else, hearing such provocative words from the beautiful Cheng Min, they would have already rushed to meet her without hesitation—it's against all reason not to have sex, after all. But Cao Shan felt a chill run down his spine. His feelings for Cheng Min were conflicted. Cheng Min had a great figure, an absolutely top-tier beauty with a sophisticated air, a mature woman. He desired Cheng Min, yet felt guilty towards Zhang Ning. Cheng Min's hips were a bit small, her legs a bit thin, which didn't quite satisfy him, but her model-like, perfect figure, comparable to Lin Chi-ling, was irresistible.

"Oh, Sister Cheng, I'm at work," Cao Shan replied absentmindedly.

Since being raped by the small business owner, Cheng Min had been arguing with Erlong for several days after returning home. With that bastard of a small business owner interfering, it was impossible for the couple to have a normal life. Today, she witnessed Erlong raping the receptionist in the office, which made her even more upset. Cheng Min desperately wanted to see Cao Shan, to see her little brother whom she had been thinking about day and night, to taste his large, satisfying penis that could soothe her wounded and empty heart and her equally empty body.

"Cao Shan, are you avoiding me?"

Cheng Min asked, noticing Cao Shan's lukewarm response.

"No, no,"

Cao Shan replied, unsure how to answer.

"I know you look down on me,"

Cheng Min said in a pitiful tone. "I'm so much older than you, I'm old and faded, I'm not attractive anymore, am I?"

She thought back to the moment she saw Wang Na being ridden by her husband. Although Wang Na couldn't compare to her in figure or looks, she was so youthful, her skin so clear and firm, so supple—something Cheng Min herself couldn't match.

"No, no, you're a great beauty,"

Cao Shan said insincerely, trying to comfort her. Cheng Min was indeed a great beauty, but in Cao Shan's eyes, she was a ticking time bomb, a ticking time bomb between him and Zhang Ning. Cao Shan didn't want to escape, but he could only proceed cautiously.

"Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking. You're scared. I won't make things difficult for you. By the way, how about I introduce you to a friend? He's also very tall, let's get to know each other?"

Cheng Min originally wanted to seduce Cao Shan and have some fun today, but seeing that Cao Shan wasn't interested, and knowing he liked tall women, she used that as bait. A while ago, she visited a forum for tall women. She got along particularly well with the tall female moderator, and their conversations deepened until they discussed their respective interests. She was pleasantly surprised to discover that tall women are often more interested in shorter men. After careful consideration, she decided to meet her in person. However, since it was their first meeting and they had chatted so thoroughly online, she worried about the awkwardness of meeting in person. She thought bringing Cao Shan along might be much better.

Cao Shan, on the other hand, couldn't bear to refuse Cheng Min again, even though he knew she was playing hard to get. He had no choice but to give her face and agree.

Two days later, Cheng Min called Cao Shan again, saying she was meeting friends for dinner that evening and asked him to join her. Cao Shan couldn't refuse and had to agree.

Cheng Min was a lonely woman, which is why she went to that chat room for women and met the female moderator. The two women, sharing common interests and experiences, felt an instant connection and their conversation drifted to men. They sympathized with each other, both having unhappy marriages, unfaithful husbands, and a shared preference for thin, small men.

Just before meeting in person, Cheng Min and the moderator chatted privately in the chat room again, arranging a time and place, and discussing their most intimate romantic affairs. Cheng Min told her about Cao Shan, about a one-night stand she had with a salesman—a short, thin guy with an unusually large penis and boundless energy, who gave her an intense, ecstatic experience. The moderator, intrigued, told her that she also had her eye on a salesman, also thin and small, who was her husband's mistress's boyfriend, but she hadn't been able to seduce him despite several attempts. Cheng Min was also very excited. She hadn't expected this woman to share the same thoughts as her. She secretly thought how exciting it would be if Cao Shan agreed, with two tall women and two short men doing it together.

As evening fell and the streetlights came on, Gongti North Road was bustling with traffic. Trams and buses stopped and started to the familiar yet mechanical announcements from a female voice. Private cars, public cars, and luxury cars were all crammed onto the narrow road, slowly making their way to their destinations.

In a high-end restaurant near the Workers' Stadium, two women at a corner table stood out. One was tall and slender, beautiful and elegant. Although she was a young woman, her height and figure, comparable to a model, made her appear even more dignified and beautiful. The other was taller than her, even taller than any of the men in the restaurant. She was a year or two older, with a fuller, taller figure. While not conventionally beautiful, she possessed an outstanding aura, clearly a high-level white-collar worker, with a unique charm. The two tall women chatted softly, their impressive height drawing attention from onlookers. Either of them was a tempting target for men.

Women's conversations often revolve around those dirty topics, albeit in a more subtle and cute way. Things like "little baby," "little brother," and "little sister"—aren't they just about big tits, big dicks, and little sluts?

When Cheng Min first met Wang Yimei, she was genuinely nervous and awkward. After all, Wang Yimei's appearance wasn't exactly approachable, and her sophisticated white-collar aura created a sense of distance. But once they started chatting, Cheng Min found Wang Yimei very friendly, which made her feel much closer, and her initial awkwardness disappeared. Wang Yimei felt the same way. Seeing Cheng Min, in terms of looks, figure, and temperament, she pictured Taiwanese supermodel Lin Chi-ling—both around 26 or 27 years old, but Cheng Min's figure and looks were in no way inferior to younger, prettier girls.

In Wang Yimei's mind, Cheng Min was outstanding. Outstanding girls are often proud and arrogant, but she found Cheng Min very polite and approachable, which gave Wang Yimei a sense of belonging, and the two quickly became acquainted.

Two strikingly tall women of different types in the bar chatted like old friends, their conversation naturally drifting to sex, a topic they shared. Cheng Min and Wang Yimei whispered to each other, occasionally flashing mischievous smiles, discussing husbands, their husbands' affairs, infidelity, and the men who had left the deepest impression on them in bed. Wang Yimei recounted her experience in America with two black men; their Carlsberg penises were so thick, they made her scream. The two men suggested anal penetration, but she had never been anally penetrated before. She eventually agreed to let them penetrate her vagina with their huge penises, begging for mercy until they stopped, and even then, she was in pain for days. Cheng Min described her unforgettable night with Cao Shan in more detail, saying that Cao Shan brought her nothing but surprises. He was short, yet his penis was thick and long; he was shy, but incredibly fierce in bed.

Cao Shan leisurely rode the tram, stopping and starting at his own pace. He got off at the Workers' Stadium North stop, strolled to the restaurant entrance, and dialed Cheng Min's number. In the corner, a tall, elegant woman waved her long, slender arm at him. Cao Shan muttered to himself, "Damn, she's really here," and walked over amidst envious glances.

As soon as he entered, Cao Shan noticed the tall woman sitting opposite Cheng Min. The closer he got, the more uneasy he felt. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his palms grew cold. The closer he got, the clearer the tall, sexy woman's back became, and he felt an urge to run away.

Just as Cao Shan reached the table, Cheng Min pulled him to sit beside her, as if afraid he would run away.

"Cao Shan, let me introduce you. This lady is Wang Yimei, Ivy. This is the Cao Shan I told you about," Cheng Min winked at her.

Wang Yimei never expected such a coincidence to see Cao Shan here. Despite her delight, she controlled her emotions, not letting them show on her face. She acted as if she didn't know him, extending her hand gracefully and warmly. Despite her tall and strong appearance, her hands were delicate and fair. "Hello, Cao Shan, your Sister Cheng often mentions you."

She then subtly winked at him.

"Oh, hello, Ivy,"

Cao Shan replied, taking advantage of the situation and obediently sitting down beside her.

With Cao Shan present, Wang Yimei didn't hide anything, mentioning that she was a senior executive at Apple. Cheng Min looked on with envy, casually mentioning her office furniture business. Cao Shan thought to himself, "She really knows how to seize opportunities."

The two women continued chatting, with Cao Shan listening. A moment later, Wang Yimei received a phone call and quickly got up to answer it. Her tall, sexy, and alluring figure immediately drew the attention of the men in the bar, including Cao Shan. Looking at Wang Yimei's round, plump buttocks and thick, long, fat legs, he thought to himself, "Damn, if only I didn't know a woman like that! I could have a threesome with Cheng Min, fucking two tall, different types of women—it would never be enough!

" "Hey, little brother, are you interested in this older sister?"

Cheng Min called to him with a smile.

Cao Shan quickly looked away, blushing, and said, "No, no."

After their physical intimacy, Cheng Min treated Cao Shan more like an older sister. Cheng Min tapped Cao Shan's head with her finger and said, "You're so precocious! You're not satisfied with someone as tall as me? You only feel excited when it's a giant, right? Humph, staring at my big ass the first time we met."

Little did Cheng Min know, Cao Shan had already looked at her once a couple of days ago and had been scolded by Wang Yimei.

A moment later, Wang Yimei returned. As soon as she sat down, Cheng Min teased, "You know, my little brother, he's been staring at your butt ever since you stood up. Ugh, yeah, I don't have a butt as big as yours."

"Sister Cheng, what are you saying…"

Cao Shan wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"Really?"

Wang Yimei seemed delighted. "I thought men all disliked tall, big women like me, saying I had no femininity at all. Turns out you like me, little brother. I'm so happy."

She finished with a charming giggle, the two women working together to amuse the young man.

"Ivy, you're not feminine at all! Every move you make is so alluring,"

Cheng Min said sincerely.

"Cheng Min, even if I'm alluring, I can't match your natural advantages. You're beautiful and have a great figure. I'm so envious of you!" Wang Yimei smiled charmingly.

Cao Shan, sandwiched between the two women, smiled like an idiot, occasionally receiving their enthusiastic glances. He knew perfectly well that both women wanted him, but Cao Shan didn't. He couldn't betray Zhang Ning again. He felt that women were like hungry tigers, and liking her was actually more like coveting his big cock. He felt like a duck, living off his cock, and his self-confidence was severely damaged.

Cheng Min has her own business, and Wang Yimei is a high-level white-collar worker; neither of them is short of money. With Cao Shan around, they only vaguely discussed sex, but mostly talked about shopping, dressing up, or financial investments. These things were completely irrelevant to Cao Shan, this poor guy. Hearing the two women talk about taking out some spare money to buy funds or stocks, or investing a small amount like 100,000 yuan, he felt even more ashamed. What they considered a small amount of money was a huge sum for Cao Shan. He never imagined he had fallen into such an awkward situation. His musical talent, his glorious moments in school, all those past glories and honors, were probably worthless in their eyes. In their minds, Cao Shan was equivalent to a young boy with a big penis. Purely for physical satisfaction.

None of their attention was on Cao Shan; they cared about dressing up, shopping, money, celebrity affairs, their husbands' sex lives with other women, and how their husbands behaved when they were cheating on them. They cared about everything, whether it concerned them or not, but they cared nothing for Cao Shan. Cao Shan was merely an ornament beside them, like a little dog at the feet of a queen. He had no real significance, but having a living creature nearby was always quite stylish. Two tall, alluring women, each with their own unique charm, sitting next to a short, thin, yet handsome young man—it was indeed unusual.

Listening listlessly to the two women chatting about the lives of the wealthy, a bored Cao Shan picked up a pencil from the table and scribbled on a napkin, spontaneously writing the following short poem: "The café and the square are three blocks apart, like the distance from neon lights to the moon. People warm themselves in ambiguity, embracing and searching for a dream that seems both real and unreal. Yes, everyone takes themselves very seriously, but in the eyes of others, they may be nothing at all." What was he compared to these two wealthy women?

Cao Shan couldn't stand it any longer. He reached into his pocket for his phone, unlocked it with a single finger using his practiced one-finger technique, pressed the numeric keypad in the middle, and then quickly dialed a few numbers. (You all surely remember how to use the Nokia phone's color menu key and then numbers to quickly access various function menus, right?) Sure enough, a ringtone sounded.

Cao Shan hurriedly pulled out his phone, said "Excuse me," and grabbed his bag before leaving.

But this didn't escape the eyes of the two women. Wang Yimei glanced back at Cao Shan as he walked away and said to Cheng Min, "Look, we two older sisters haven't been very considerate of him. Our little brother's become so dull."

"Yeah, let him be. He's probably just looking for an excuse to leave."

Cheng Min had barely finished speaking when her phone rang. She picked it up and saw a text from Cao Shan: "Sister Cheng, sorry, I have to go."

Cheng Min gave a wry smile. She had originally planned to introduce Cao Shan to Wang Yimei today, to provoke him. She knew Cao Shan liked tall women, especially Wang Yimei, with her imposing figure and curvaceous figure—definitely his type. She had planned to take her to a hotel afterwards, but Cao Shan seemed distracted as soon as he arrived. Oh well, she knew he didn't want to, and she couldn't force him.

Wang Yimei smiled and asked Cheng Min mysteriously, "Is that the 'big guy's' little brother you mentioned, him?"

"Yeah, so what? Interested?"

Cheng Min teased with a smile.

Wang Yimei shifted uncomfortably in her large buttocks, her long legs pressed tightly together, trembling. Thinking about how such a coincidence could happen—the guy with the big dick her friend mentioned was actually Cao Shan—Wang Yimei felt even more affection for him, her mouth practically watering at the thought. "I want to..."

Wang Yimei's voice trembled slightly.

This was too much of a coincidence. It was like a complete turn of events, a case of searching high and low only to find it unexpectedly, a case of planting flowers without expecting them to bloom, and planting willows without intending to—it was undeniable that Cao Shan was a handsome and lovable guy. She had tried so many things to win him over, but to no avail. Finally, a couple of days ago, she used a drastic measure, spreading her legs wide... He saw that even after resorting to threats and inducements to force him to comply, he still managed to scare Cao Shan away, leaving Wang Yimei somewhat annoyed. But during their meeting that evening, all the problems were resolved. It turned out Cao Shan wasn't some aloof, shy virgin afraid of women; Cheng Min had already won him over with her beautiful and tall figure, and the experience was fantastic, further fueling Wang Yimei's desire to possess him. At that moment, she thought of her husband, Jeff, but the name only lingered in her mind for a second. "Go to hell! You're saving your dick for other women, you can't even get hard on yourself, am I supposed to live a life of widowhood with you?"

Wang Yimei thought for a moment, then smiled and said to Cheng Min, "Sister, you're not angry because I said I was interested in your little brother, are you?"

"No? No way. I've been chatting with you online, sister, and we even talked about sharing things."

Cheng Min was actually a little unhappy, but she didn't want to show that she cared too much about Cao Shan. After all, he was just a small-time salesman from out of town; it was just for fun. If people could tell that she had developed real feelings, they might look down on her.

"Okay, how about we play a game?"

Wang Yimei always had a lot of ideas.

"Sister, what do you say?" Cheng Min asked, trying to sound calm.

"Let's see who can get Cao Shan to come first, okay? Then we'll have a threesome. Winning or losing doesn't matter, we're just having fun together. Let's see if he finds you, this familiar and beautiful older sister, more attractive, or if I, this older sister who isn't as good-looking or as attractive as you, but has more novelty, more appealing?"

Wang Yimei said softly and playfully.

Hearing Wang Yimei's suggestion, Cheng Min felt quite awkward, as if Cao Shan had become her plaything. And she had never had a threesome with another woman before, what was that like? Exciting? Embarrassing? She could only force a smile and nod.

"Alright, give me Cao Shan's phone number, okay?"

Wang Yimei acted very politely; she wouldn't let Cheng Min know she knew Cao Shan. On the other hand, asking for the number was a way of telling Cheng Min that she wasn't joking. Whether they had a pleasant conversation, felt like they'd known each other forever, or had any work-related dealings, their common ground still lay in "sex," and that word specifically referred to Cao Shan at this moment.

Cheng Min was caught off guard and somewhat reluctantly took out her phone and picked up a pen. She really liked Cao Shan, and even more, she preferred making love to him alone. Perhaps her desire for Cao Shan was still limited to the sexual realm, but it was definitely not just about treating him as a plaything.

Cheng Min noticed a napkin under Cao Shan's coffee cup, picked it up, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "Oh, there are words on it, write them down here," then handed the paper to Wang Yimei.

Cheng Min wasn't very cultured and wasn't interested in poetry or similar literary works, but Wang Yimei noticed the words on the paper. When she silently recited the poem Cao Shan had just written, her heart tightened. At that moment, she could feel Cao Shan's helplessness, a feeling that was multifaceted and complex. The stark contrast between her environment and her desolate inner world made her suddenly understand the deep-seated struggles and helpless despair of a migrant worker living in Beijing. Perhaps these four lines of poetry didn't convey all the emotions, but from her first meeting with Cao Shan, to their several close encounters, to Cheng Min's account of their lovemaking, she sensed that after experiencing the tenderness and warmth of women, Cao Shan felt empty inside, even fearful. He had too many worries; one wrong move and he would be penniless. The lack of literary talent was something that Wang Yimei and Cheng Min, who were already successful, wealthy, and well-established, could hardly understand.

Wang Yimei fell into contemplation; she even wavered. Cao Shan was such a sentimental boy. Would letting him have sex hurt him?

Cao Shan, with his bag slung across his shoulder, wandered aimlessly from the north side of the Workers' Stadium all the way to Dongzhimen. It was completely dark.

For some, the arrival of night meant rest at sunset, while for others, night meant life was just beginning, full of alluring temptations.

For example, Jian Guo. 04-13
Chapter 23

A salesperson is a magical profession; it can quickly change a person's life, allowing people on the same starting line to be in drastically different circumstances in a short period, regardless of education or seniority.

Therefore, Cao Shan, as an incompetent salesman, was still in a very passive position. Whether it was the advertisement he made with Cheng Min or his negotiations with Wang Yimei, he was the weaker party, an object to be controlled, possessed, and even manipulated.

Jianguo, on the other hand, this shrewd young man from the south, was incredibly successful in the business world. He was eloquent, quick-witted, insightful, and intelligent. He had achieved a relatively proactive position. Perhaps he would do some things unwillingly for business purposes, but he would never be as miserable as Cao Shan, forced to submit to women. For Jianguo, sex was both a pastime and a means to an end. Whenever Jianguo encountered difficulties, his three keys to solving problems were his intellect, money, and women.

"Brother Long! How was it? Did you enjoy the meal?"

Jianguo and a man from Northeast China emerged from a high-end restaurant, their faces flushed and shiny, clearly having drunk quite a bit.

"Jianguo, good brother, buddy! You really went all out, that's loyal!"

The Northeastern man walked along with Jianguo, swaying and shouting, giving a thumbs-up in an exaggerated gesture, accompanied by a ferocious expression.

"Brother Long! In the future, you'll have to give me a hand in business. If we partner with you, our products will sell like hotcakes!"

The Northeastern man Jianguo was treating him to a meal was the general manager of an office supplies company. Jianguo had done a small deal with him before, and although he hadn't made much money, he realized that his company's products and their business projects were a perfect match. Jianguo's company sold various office papers. If they could connect with Brother Long, and he included their office paper in their office product projects, it would create a channel, which would be much easier than dealing with customers one by one. After several inquiries, he learned that Brother Long had done several big deals in Beijing and had a very stable customer base. Maintaining good relations with him would be like leveraging his strength. Moreover, with bundled sales, profit is one aspect, but more importantly, it's about building relationships. For them, there's no loss, but also no huge financial gain. Whether they help you or not depends on the relationship. Jian Guo saw this new business opportunity. He had previously treated the CEOs of several office supply companies to meals and entertainment. Once this network was established, it would be like having someone help sell the goods, taking business to a whole new level.

"Jian Guo! Don't let your southern background fool you; you're just as straightforward as a Northeasterner! To be honest, with me in the office paper business, you're guaranteed to make money. My big clients buy these office consumables like water, no problem!"

Brother Long patted his chest, guaranteeing.

"That's great! Brother Long, we're not really talking business today, right? Let's make friends, have some fun, shall we?"

Jian Guo looked at Brother Long with a mischievous grin, eager to go.

"Oh my god, brother, how do you know me so well? Where to?"

Brother Long's eyes lit up; someone was going to treat him!

"Satisfaction guaranteed, let's go!"

Jianguo grabbed Long Ge and they hailed a taxi and sped away. Jianguo believed that interpersonal relationships were the foundation of business, and sex was a shortcut to building those relationships. If you slept with women with a man, you'd become the best of brothers. Good brothers, good business.

In a private room of a not-so-high-end nightclub, Jianguo and Long Ge were each embracing four women, while two more danced a striptease in front of them to a strong beat in the dim, flickering lights. Besides the two men, everyone else in the room was naked. Jianguo frequented this nightclub; it was cheap and plentiful. Especially these private rooms, with six women, massages, ice and fire, striptease—all sorts of services, plus regular drinks and fruit platters—you could do whatever you wanted for 10,000 yuan. In a high-end nightclub, 10,000 yuan would only get you a show.

"Come on, Brother Long, let's have a drink!"

"Cheers!"

The two men lay down on the comfortable sofas, downed their drinks in one gulp, and their other hands were busy groping the naked women beside them.

"Hey, Jianguo, what's up with these women? They're all fully-fledged, so you can do whatever you want with them?"

Brother Long shook his head, touching the gold chain around his neck, and asked with a sidelong glance.

"Well, well, Brother Long, I'll do whatever you want with them! You're the guest here, so your word counts!"

Jianguo said in his learned Northeastern accent.

"How about you try touching one of them? Come on, let's each keep one next to us, and the remaining four will line up. Let's see who climaxes first, and there's a tip!"

Brother Long was an old hand, and he urged the women to start their activities.

Two women went up to the small stage, some brought over chairs, some squatted on the ground, and started working with their hands up and down. In an instant, moans and lewd sounds filled the air.

"Brother Long, this show is great! What are those two doing?"

Jian Guo asked.

"Bro, these four girls on stage are just picking at their own dicks, how can we masturbate ourselves? We need a couple of service guys, right?"

Brother Long said with a grin, then said to the two girls beside him, "Come on, serve us, our dicks are so hard they hurt, why don't you give us a suck?"

The girls in the room seemed used to the various requests of their customers, each with a professional expression, neither humble nor arrogant, neither hurt nor aroused. Seeing the customer giving orders, they naturally squatted down in front of the two men, stretching out their slender hands to start unbuckling the customer's belt.

Jian Guo lifted his waist, letting the girls take off their pants, while taking out a small pill from his pocket and handing it to Brother Long, saying, "Brother Long, here, one for each of us. It's not that we brothers can't do it, we have to have a good time."

Brother Long's pants had already been pulled down by the girls, and when he received the small blue pill from Jian Guo, he laughed loudly, "Oh my god, that's perfect!"

The two men took the Viagra and downed a glass of wine. The young woman had already pulled down the two men's underwear, kneeling between their legs. She skillfully spat on their glans, then grasped their penises with her slender hands and gently began to masturbate.

Jianguo glanced sideways at Brother Long. Despite his strong build, Brother Long's penis was small, like an earthworm compared to Jianguo's. Brother Long also glanced at Jianguo's member, feeling both shocked and somewhat inferior.

The girl kneeling beside Jianguo was thin, her chest almost flat, her fair and slender body kneeling on the ground, her buttocks slightly upturned, her long hair wrapped behind her head. She had Jianguo's large penis in her mouth, constantly sucking and spitting it out. Jianguo seemed to be enjoying it, his hands behind his head, watching the four less attractive girls on the small stage in front of him masturbating lewdly. His feet occasionally hooked onto the girls' buttocks, gently teasing them, seemingly enjoying it immensely.

Brother Long picked a short girl with fair skin and a slightly plump figure. Her soft breasts were pressed between his legs, and her small mouth was sucking hard on his penis. It wasn't very big, so she almost always swallowed it deeply. The feeling of the head of his penis against the back of her throat was very pleasurable. Seeing her occasionally gagging and her big, watery eyes filled with tears, she looked both pitiful and gave off a sadistic pleasure. If Jianguo hadn't given him a Viagra, Brother Long would have ejaculated long ago.

The four girls on the stage were posing provocatively, their naked bodies illuminated by the stage lights in various colors. The lighting was dim, and the specific details were not visible, but a row of four young girls, without any sense of shame, spread their slender, fair legs, exposing their most private parts to the guests. They were using their hands or instruments to penetrate each other, causing their genitals to flow with juices, and they were panting softly. This was a rare sight of spring.

Jian Guo couldn't hold back any longer. He picked up the girl who was licking his penis, made her ride on his body, and held her thin little buttocks with his hands. His big penis made the girl scream loudly. The screams were very real and didn't seem fake. Jian Guo was a man with the right assets.

Seeing Jian Guo begin his actions, Brother Long stood up and made the slightly plump girl stand up as well. The girl was quite short, only about 1.5 meters tall, and the two of them were at the perfect height together. First, they French kissed, then caressed each other. Brother Long lifted the girl's fair, slender legs and, standing, inserted his penis inside her. Although Brother Long's penis was small, his body was strong. He then lifted the girl's other leg, making her sit on his lap with her arms around his waist, and lifted her up, like a male actor in an AV, holding the petite girl and thrusting into her vigorously.

Jianguo lay on the massage chair, the girl moving on him, while he enjoyed the peace and quiet. Watching Brother Long's energetic performance, he couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration, "Brother Long, what a physique! I don't have your skills! At home, your wife would beg for mercy every night."

Brother Long was secretly pleased, but pretended to be indifferent, "Heh, what's the big deal? The girl is light, I can't lift your wife. But this girl is really tender, petite and delicate, I like her." As he spoke, he rhythmically lifted the girl slightly, and then, using gravity, the girl's round, fleshy buttocks fell down again, and he thrust his penis hard into her juicy hole. It felt so good!

Although these girls were fucked every day, how could they withstand two strong men who had taken Viagra? After five minutes, they started moaning loudly, and after ten minutes, they were begging for mercy. The two men became more and more vigorous, and the girls climaxed one after another amidst their almost screaming moans, while Brother Long and Jianguo were still not satisfied.

The two men exchanged a glance and simultaneously waved to the four girls on the stage. The two girls who had just been fucked felt as if they had been granted a pardon and quickly dismounted. The two girls who took over served one of them, one being penetrated and the other giving a massage.

Jianguo and Brother Long were busy having a great time. Brother Long was very satisfied, thinking to himself, "Damn, even the emperor isn't this good."

Jianguo's sexual prowess was strong. He fucked one girl until she squirted, then went on to fuck another. That girl climaxed twice before Jianguo finally let her go. The three girls squatted under Jianguo's crotch, their mouths working together to make him ejaculate, covering each of the three girls' faces with his semen.

Brother Long was slightly less skilled, but he was also very satisfied. He had fucked a girl until she begged for mercy for the first time, and he had also made her climax before ejaculating inside her. As for the other girl serving him, Brother Long had used his hand to bring her to orgasm.

Afterwards, surrounded by six girls, the two entered the hot spring bath like stars around the moon. It was a mixed-gender bath, with three delicate-skinned girls attending to each of them. Jian Guo and Brother Long soaked contentedly in the pool, enjoying themselves immensely.

They drank some more wine in the hot spring, chatting and laughing, before helping each other out of the nightclub.

Brother Long gripped Jian Guo's hands tightly, shaking them vigorously. "Brother, today's arrangements were perfect. Don't worry, from now on, I'll take you with me in my business. Don't think your little bit of paper money won't make you much. Think of some connections, find someone in my area, bring them over, and we'll make money together!"

Jian Guo also put his arm around Brother Long's shoulder, just as he had always believed: regardless of whether someone was a gentleman or a scoundrel, an acquaintance or a stranger, if you slept with a woman together, they were brothers. "Brother Long, I'm really counting on your guidance. To be honest, I'm also contacting some other agents. Brother Long, you're very influential in the office supplies business in Beijing, with a large network. If you're willing to help, I'd be incredibly fortunate."

Jianguo wasn't just asking for help selling office paper; this purchase was already quite substantial. He was already discussing other products, hoping to connect with these distributors and double his earnings. With this large order, his investment would surely yield substantial returns.

Brother Long hailed a taxi at the door and turned to Jianguo, saying, "Brother, are you going back? Won't your wife scold you?"

Jianguo laughed heartily. "Brother Long, I don't have a wife, I'm a bachelor. Just don't get scolded when you get back."

Brother Long feigned regret. "Brother, it's a pity such a good young man like you doesn't have a girlfriend. I'll find you one later. Hey? By the way, the other time I went to your company, I saw a pretty girl at the reception desk. She was pretty and fresh-faced, a bit plump, but very pretty, and chubby, which made my heart itch." Having just ejaculated, Brother Long's lust was aroused again.

Jian Guo felt a tightness in his chest when he heard Brother Long say this, but still maintained a smile and said, "You mean the receptionist? She's nice. I'm also preparing to make my move."

Brother Long was a little disappointed. "Then I wish you success, brother. Okay, see you later!"

"See you later!"

Jian Guo waved goodbye, and the car sped away. Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Brother Long thought to himself, "That girl from Jianguo's company is really nice, fair-skinned and plump, quite pretty. Too bad, Jianguo probably got her first because of his proximity."

As the car drove away, Jianguo cursed inwardly, "Fuck your mother, you idiot! I brought you out to fuck, and you're

still thinking about my Xiao Xu. Go to hell! If you piss me off, don't even think about my girlfriend, let me fuck your wife's cunt first!" Sitting in the taxi, watching the fleeting beautiful night view of Beijing, Jianguo felt a pang of melancholy. A year ago, he was still a naive college student. Since starting his internship and being exposed to the complexities of society, he had gradually been assimilated by its gray, murky atmosphere. He was only in his early twenties, and while he wouldn't say he was partying every night, he frequented brothels. To be honest, he didn't like it. He still longed for a girlfriend he loved, to give her all his love, to cherish her, to earn money for her, and to give her a good life. But now, his penis was thrusting into one woman's cunt after another, mechanically going back and forth, ejaculating countless offspring into strange women's bodies. After the primal pleasure came a tremendous emptiness. What was he doing?

Xiao Xu? She was quite nice, beautiful and innocent. But she was a bit short, a bit plump, her legs a bit thick, and her buttocks a bit big. And the girl of his dreams was not only thousands of miles away, but also someone else's girlfriend. He knew his classmate couldn't give this girl of his dreams happiness, but he would give her a better future and a better life. You could say that all his hard work and dedication was ultimately for her, but at least now, it wasn't the right time. As someone who had just graduated, he valued friendship more than anything, and he couldn't bear to ruin his brotherhood for a girl, at least that's what he thought for now.

Sitting in the taxi, Jianguo's view shifted from bustling prosperity to desolation, from dim lights to flickering ghostly fires. Even taxi drivers were reluctant to take him such a long distance. After getting out, he gave the driver an extra 100 yuan, for which the driver was moved to tears. Little did he know, this young man had just spent a fortune; the money he earned from one night of sex was enough for him to drive a taxi for half a year.

It was nearly midnight when he got out of the taxi. Walking on the narrow, leaf-strewn street, illuminated by dim lights, Jianguo couldn't help but shiver. Looking at the dark, dilapidated scenery around him, and at the lonely, run-down building in the distance, he made a silent vow: he had to move out as soon as possible, no matter what. Damn it, tonight's meal was enough to rent a place outside; what was there to be reluctant about? If there was anything, it was probably his friendship with Cao Shan. Or perhaps, deeper down, he was afraid that moving out would sever his ties with his classmates. If Zhang Ning came to Beijing again, Cao Shan probably wouldn't bring her to hang out with him anymore.

Downstairs, he saw that Cao Shan's light was still on. He went upstairs to Cao Shan's room. After knocking a few times, Cao Shan called out, "The door's unlocked." He pushed the door open and saw Cao Shan sitting on the sofa, listening to loud rock music, looking lost in thought.

"Damn, what are you doing? Still up so late?"

Jianguo chuckled, pulling a cigarette from Cao Shan's table and lighting it.

"Damn, where have you been? Why are you looking for me so late? Something wrong? Give me a cigarette, light one for me." Cao Shan held out his hand.

Jianguo tossed him the cigarette and lighter. "Damn, light it yourself. What's wrong? You look so listless."

"Don't fucking mention it," Cao Shan lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke into the air.

"Damn, another order. It's a client of the boss. I'm basically just running errands. The client might have taken a liking to me. I'm fucking exhausted."

Jianguo chuckled and shoved him. "Stop fucking talking nonsense. You call this 'lucky streak,' you know? I've been waiting for this for ages and it never happens, and you've got a stroke of luck and you're still complaining? Who are

you trying to piss off?" "Damn it. That woman, damn, she's so ugly, like a man. I didn't even eat dinner tonight because of that."

Cao Shan grinned.

"Can you make money? You get to fuck, you make money, what more the fuck do you want? You get all the good stuff, stop being so sentimental."

Jianguo cursed as he tried to reason with him.

"I'm just thinking about Zhang Ning."

Cao Shan said, head down.

Upon hearing Zhang Ning's name, Jian Guo's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his composure and continued, "Is Zhang Ning by your side? If you don't make money, would Zhang Ning be with you? Do you even know how you make money, or what methods you use? Didn't I have a girl I liked in college? She dumped me just because my family was poor! Right now, all I think about is making money! Everything else is bullshit! With money, I can have any kind of woman I want! Do you know what I did today? Damn! I slept with six girls with a client and me!"

Cao Shan's eyes widened. "Damn! How many dicks do you have? Can you even handle that?"

"Don't talk about whether you can handle it or not, it's just that it was fun. Let me tell you, in society, it's not like school where you have to be willing to do everything. Society is about integration. If you can integrate, you have a chance to succeed; otherwise, you're doomed. And let me tell you, sex as capital isn't just a woman's privilege; men can too, it's just used differently. You can use it as a stepping stone to hook up with someone and have them help you achieve your next goal; or you can use it as a stepping stone to go out with girls together, and that's how you become friends. Don't take sex too seriously. Sex is like shaking hands, it's just flesh touching flesh, skin touching skin, nothing special. You say you now..." "Yeah, I made a little money," he said,

then lowered his voice and added, "It's all been lent out. Your neighbors are living the high life. Haibo, on the other hand, sleeps with his girlfriend every day. Has he even mentioned paying you back? If you had money, you could go out and have some fun too. Look at you, all pent up here, practically bursting with sexual desire. I know you like tall girls, and you looked down on Qu Yan back in school, thinking she was too strong and had too thick legs. I think you're quite interested in her now. Don't hesitate, she owes you money anyway, just do it."

Regardless of whether Jian Guo's words made sense or not, what he really wanted was for Cao Shan to have physical contact with other women.

"Sigh, let's not talk about this," Cao Shan said dejectedly. How could he bear to ask Qu Yan to pay him back?

Jianguo took a drag of his cigarette and said, "Listen to my advice, brother. Don't take Zhang Ning too seriously. I'm not saying don't take her seriously. What did Chairman Mao say? 'Despise the enemy strategically, but take them seriously tactically.' Don't worry about how you make money; just get the money in your hands, and you and Zhang Ning are halfway there. Otherwise, it's hopeless. Look at Zhang Ning when she came to Beijing the other day. When she saw where we were staying, if you had stayed here, she wouldn't have stayed with you. Do you believe me? Don't come crying to me later, saying, 'A chance to have sex and make money was right in front of me, and I didn't cherish it. Now my wife has run away, and I regret it.'" "

Hmm..."

Cao Shan fell silent, bewildered. His imagined Beijing, his imagined job, wasn't like this. Why did making money have to be linked to sex? Were we all prostitutes?

"Alright, think it over. Close your eyes, and beauties are everywhere; turn off the lights, and they're all like Maggie Cheung. As long as I can make money, I'd be happy to shoot two tubes into her, and it'd even relieve my pent-up desire. Okay, I'm leaving. Go to sleep early."

"Okay. Close the door behind you."

Chapter 24

The next day, Cao Shan had just arrived at the company when Wang Yimei called him to get some documents. Cao Shan was a hundred times unwilling, but he had no choice. He reluctantly went to Apple Company and asked the receptionist if President Wang was in her office. He didn't know where she was either. The receptionist asked him if he wanted to call President Wang. Cao Shan thought for a moment and decided to call her himself.

A second later, Wang Yimei was in a guest room in the building. Cao Shan's head was spinning even more!

Taking the elevator upstairs, Cao Shan's heart was pounding. He had managed to resist Wang Yimei's attempts to bribe him several times before, but he never expected that Cheng Min and she would know each other. Now, Wang Yimei would definitely know about his affair with Cheng Min. He could pretend to be a gentleman in front of her before, but now, if he refused her like before, Wang Yimei would definitely think he was faking it. Jian Guo's advice from last night kept echoing in his mind, summarized in six words: "If you can fuck a cunt, you can make money!" But the damn problem was, whose cunt was it? It was the boss's wife's cunt; how could he just fuck it casually?

And Wang Yimei's heart was pounding. Since her encounter with that student named Chu Fei, the two of them had indeed slept together several times. That's how people are; when they can't have something, they crave it; when they have it, they think it's acceptable; and once they get it, they yearn for something better. Wang Yimei's impression of that student was that he was completely ordinary—in appearance, ability, and size, he was utterly unremarkable, always leaving her feeling unsatisfied, as if something was missing. Maybe he wasn't handsome enough, maybe his skills in bed were lacking, maybe he was too unreserved. The younger brother was like a playground, vast and empty, with a view of the toilets across the street from the main gate. Cao Shan, on the other hand, was more like a Suzhou garden, winding and secluded, alluring yet hesitant. Because of her status, he dared not be presumptuous, dared not openly reject her, yet she was unattainable, and the more unattainable she was

, the more she desired her. More importantly, in Wang Yimei's heart, Cao Shan was Shen Si's boyfriend, and Shen Si was her husband's mistress. Possessing Cao Shan was tantamount to venting her anger. Therefore, Cao Shan, she had to have him!

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yimei felt a surge of excitement at the thought of Cao Shan's handsome, slender figure. She couldn't help but rub her hands together through her underwear for a while, plotting how to treat him. With an ordinary guy, Wang Yimei's size and curvaceous figure would be enough to make him submit with just a glance. But this tactic wouldn't work on Cao Shan; it would require much more effort, like a good soup that needs to be simmered slowly to become truly fragrant. Besides, he was still an employee of her husband's company. If she didn't handle things properly, it could lead to disaster, or even bigger trouble.

Cao Shan knocked on the door three times, and only after hearing Wang Yimei's reply from inside did he gently push the door open.

Cao Shan glanced into the room and felt slightly relieved. This wasn't a standard hotel room, but rather a room that resembled a combined living room and office. There was a desk and an executive chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and a sofa in the center of the room—simple office and living room furnishings, without a bed.

"Miss Ivy, hello, I've come to deliver the documents you requested," Cao Shan forced a smile, speaking politely like a deliveryman.

"Oh, Cao Shan, put the documents there," Wang Yimei didn't call him Shin like Shen Si did, but instead addressed him as Cao Shan, following Cheng Min's example.

Cao Shan responded and placed the documents on the coffee table beside him. Wang Yimei didn't offer him a seat, and he didn't dare to sit, so he just stood there awkwardly.

Wang Yimei, seated in her office chair, turned slightly, stood up, and slowly walked towards him. Bright sunlight streamed into the room from the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a sexy and alluring silhouette of her tall, voluptuous figure before Cao Shan. Elegant and dignified, tall and beautiful, with a curvaceous figure, wide hips, and long, thick legs, her high heels accentuating her imposing stature, exuding both allure and a sense of pressure.

As Wang Yimei approached Cao Shan, her voluptuous body almost pressed against him, and she asked a rather unexpected question, "Cao Shan, how tall are you?"

Cao Shan hesitated for a moment, then quickly replied, "I...I'm 1.68 meters, and with shoes, I'm about 1.7 meters."

Wang Yimei smiled subtly and said, "Cao Shan, did you know I'm 1.9 meters? How do you feel wearing these high heels today?"

She then leaned forward slightly, her large breasts pressing against Cao Shan's head.

Cao Shan flinched slightly, but dared not move too far, his face already flushed. He lowered his head and said, "It's...it's quite tall."

"Really? Do you like tall women?"

Wang Yimei asked breathlessly, her voice trembling with excitement at the sight of Cao Shan's embarrassed and shy expression.

"I, I, I, I don't know,"

Cao Shan stammered, unsure how to answer, a mix of emotions swirling within him. Aside from her less-than-ideal looks, Wang Yimei was like a larger version of Qu Yan in terms of height and figure—more alluring, with larger breasts, a fuller bottom, and longer, thicker legs. She was far more tempting to Cao Shan. He thought, "Even if you were a prostitute, I'd pay to sleep with you." But she was a successful woman, far more powerful than him, and his boss's wife. A complex mix of emotions welled up within him; he couldn't tell if it was fear or something else.

"Ha, you don't know? Cheng Min told me you were like a little wolf when you met her, that you like tall women. What? I'm even taller than her! How come you don't know?"

Wang Yimei's voice was incredibly soft, sending shivers down his spine.

"Ivy, I... I didn't mean that,"

Cao Shan stammered, unsure how to respond.

"Oh? Is that so? Do you think I'm not pretty? Or are you afraid of something?"

Wang Yimei pressed on. She had been trying to be reserved, hoping Cao Shan would take the initiative. She was even willing to pretend to get something, stick out her big buttocks, or casually spread her legs to let him see her genitals, arousing his desire and making him willingly take her. But seeing Cao Shan, she couldn't control herself.

"I... Ivy, you know, I'm a Jeff employee."

Cao Shan felt uncomfortable as she pressed closer and closer, her large breasts squeezing his head, so he had to bring up his boss's name.

"Huh? You're a Jeff employee? What's the special meaning behind telling me this? Are you warning me not to get too close to you?"

Mentioning Jeff only made Wang Yimei more unhappy.

Seeing Wang Yimei's slight anger, Cao Shan panicked. This woman was the boss's wife and a benefactor; he couldn't afford to offend her. He hurriedly said, "I...I didn't mean that. I'm sorry."

"A good sorry!"

Wang Yimei, seeing Cao Shan's retreating attitude, became even angrier. "Hmph, do you think you're so high and mighty? Who do you think you are? I used to think you were a good guy, able to resist temptation.

Hmph, didn't you also sleep with a married woman for a small advertising deal? Do you think you're some kind of gentleman? You could disregard Cheng Min's husband, take her to Beidaihe, and sleep with her. Did you do it honorably? Stop pretending! Are you afraid of Jeff? Okay, I won't let Jeff know unless you tell him. What's there to worry about? Am I not pretty? Don't you like my big, burly appearance? Okay, one shouldn't be too willful, nor too hypocritical. Don't pretend too much." "You'll easily hurt your back! To be honest, your strategy of feigning retreat has worked. I admit, I'm attracted to you. I have a huge desire to conquer you, and I'll be miserable if I can't win you over.

Now that I've said this much, I think you should be more pragmatic. Stop pretending, okay? A gentleman is open and honest. You like tall women, and so do I. You want to make money, and I'll let you. I've given this deal directly to Shen Si; you can even sign it. Let's stop playing hide-and-seek, okay?"

Wang Yimei rattled off her words in one breath, smoothing her long hair, narrowing her eyes behind her glasses, which shimmered with long eyelashes, and looking at him seductively. Her meaning was crystal clear; there was no way to hide, no way to play dumb. What were you going to do?

Wang Yimei reached out and draped her long arms over Cao Shan's shoulders, gently embracing him. Then she bent down and lightly kissed his neck. Her fragrant lips touched Cao Shan's skin, sending shivers down his spine. Cao Shan was extremely nervous; he hadn't expected Wang Yimei to be so proactive. Perhaps after her encounter with Cheng Min, she no longer cared. Wang Yimei held Cao Shan's thin body, her hands slowly sliding down to grasp his hands, gently guiding them back to her waist, pulling them to her plump, round buttocks. Cao Shan's palms were sweating; he could feel how wide, soft, and exquisite Wang Yimei's buttocks were.

Wang Yimei smiled and continued kissing Cao Shan's neck and earlobes. Cao Shan could hear her excited panting. Cao Shan wasn't a man of strong willpower. With such a sexy woman pressed against him, her full breasts almost pressing against his face, and her round, plump buttocks within his touch, if she weren't the company's most important client, if she weren't the boss's lover, Cao Shan probably would have already succumbed.

Wang Yimei pouted, leaned close to his ear, and whispered seductively, "Cao Shan, I know you like women like me, don't you? Just the two of us, what are you waiting for?"

Behind her glasses, Wang Yimei's almond-shaped eyes, brimming with allure, gazed at Cao Shan with infatuation. Cao Shan froze, tense and motionless. He didn't understand why Wang Yimei was seducing him. If she was truly so desperate, wouldn't she be able to pick any man she wanted? Why risk seducing her husband's employee? Last time in Wang Yimei's office, her sudden change of expression had terrified him. What if she was testing him? What if she turned the tables on him? No, he absolutely couldn't make any move.

Seeing Cao Shan still standing there dumbfounded, Wang Yimei thought he looked like a frightened child and couldn't help but smile. Then, Wang Yimei slipped her hand into Cao Shan's crotch.

Cao Shan was terrified. What should he do? His penis was already rock hard, like a dragon. He watched as Wang Yimei's hand slowly reached inside. What would he do if she grabbed his penis? Could he withstand such teasing?

When Wang Yimei's slender, delicate hand reached into Cao Shan's crotch and grasped his hard, enormous penis, she was startled. Sure enough, despite Cao Shan's small stature, his member was terrifyingly large. She felt a surge of heat in her lower body; she was so excited, her crotch was already soaking wet. Wang Yimei was a woman with queen-like tendencies; she was strong, confident, and enjoyed the feeling of being superior. But today, she was determined to tease this young man properly.

To Cao Shan's surprise, Wang Yimei actually squatted down in front of him, then unzipped his pants, and pulled out his enormous penis, affectionately cupping it and gently rubbing it against her face. Cao Shan felt his penis exposed before this powerful woman, Wang Yimei, feeling fear, nervousness, and a strange excitement all at the same time. Next, Cao Shan realized what was happening, but couldn't believe it was real. Wang Yimei was kneeling beneath him, actually taking his penis into her mouth.

Cao Shan was stunned, his mind blank. Wang Yimei's move was ruthless! And her oral skills were indeed top-notch.

Cao Shan's swollen, purplish glans continued to swell and bloom under Wang Yimei's mouth. As Wang Yimei swallowed and released, Cao Shan dared not move, but the pleasure was like ascending to heaven.

To be honest, Wang Yimei's tall, strong, and plump body was absolutely tempting to Cao Shan. Her full breasts and round buttocks, her exaggerated sexiness, made his heart pound every time he saw her. Compared to Qu Yan, Wang Yimei could even give him double the stimulation. The night Hai Bo got drunk, he made him look at Qu Yan's big buttocks, and afterwards the two almost succeeded in having an affair. Cao Shan knew that getting Qu Yan's body would be easy. But why didn't Cao Shan take it a step further? Because he didn't want to do something that would betray his friend; one should not covet a friend's wife. In his mind, Wang Yimei was a better alternative to Qu Yan. She was taller, sexier, and more in line with his aesthetic. If it were a stranger, even someone he met online, he would definitely succumb to temptation and sleep with Wang Yimei. But Wang Yimei's identity made him hesitate. He thought that if Wang Yimei were more casual, gave him more time, and created a safe environment, like with Cheng Min, to dispel his concerns, he might agree.

Although Wang Yimei wasn't as pretty as Cheng Min in the eyes of most people, and her figure was too tall and strong, in Cao Shan's mind, she was more to his liking than Cheng Min. But Wang Yimei was too impatient, and he couldn't agree; he couldn't take the risk.

Cao Shan allowed Wang Yimei to perform oral sex on him with unparalleled lewdness. He had given himself away, but he absolutely could not show any reaction. If he took the slightest initiative, everything would spiral out of control.

Wang Yimei spat out Cao Shan's large penis and licked it from the glans to the base with her tongue, like licking an ice pop. Then she lovingly pressed it against her cheek. Whether from shyness or excitement, Wang Yimei's face was slightly flushed. She whispered, "I didn't expect you to really be a little wolfhound, no, a big wolfhound! How was it? Shen Si must have been quite satisfied with your big thing, right?"

After saying that, Wang Yimei chuckled lewdly to herself.

"No, no, I didn't have anything with her..."

Cao Shan stood there nervously, his eyes closed, head tilted back, trembling all over.

"No? Is she stupid? With such a good big thing, why would she seduce a married man?"

Wang Yimei said coldly.

Cao Shan's scalp tingled at the thought. Could it be that Wang Yimei knew about Shen Si and her boss, Jeff?

No wonder she had schemed to seduce him; she was just trying to save face by treating him like Shen Si's boyfriend. "Then what am I?" Cao Shan asked.

Wang Yimei smiled and tilted her head back, sticking out her tongue and licking Cao Shan's scrotum from the base to the glans, sending another tingling sensation through him. She slowly stood up, embracing Cao Shan's small body, her large breasts pressing against him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Wang Yimei grasped Cao Shan's penis, gently stroking it, then lowered her head, bringing her lips to his mouth. Cao Shan slightly opened his eyes, seeing Wang Yimei's face pouting and getting closer. He was terrified; at this rate, he would surely lose control within a few rounds. He instinctively pushed Wang Yimei away.

"Ivy, I'm sorry, I... I'm not the kind of person you think I am. As for Cheng Min, maybe you've misunderstood."

Cao Shan said, head down, panting heavily.

"Really?"

Wang Yimei thought everything was going smoothly, but Cao Shan still rejected her. She was disheartened.

"I know, I'm not as pretty as Cheng Min, I don't have her figure. Yeah, you've already got her, why would you want me?"

Wang Yimei was discouraged, her voice trembling slightly.

"No, you've misunderstood. I don't think you're inferior to her. I... I have a girlfriend, do you understand?"

Cao Shan looked up at Wang Yimei.

"Fine, go."

Wang Yimei snorted. "Your girlfriend is probably messing around with some other guy right now!"

She wanted to hug him again, but Cao Shan's rejection changed the atmosphere between them, the ambiguous, pink-tinged feeling was gone. Wang Yimei wanted to try again and win him over, but as a woman of her status, she had more self-respect; she didn't want to appear too lowly.

Wang Yimei turned away from him, then picked up something and said, "Oh, right, come back, this is for you."

Wang Yimei handed him the tissue. Cao Shan took it, wondering if it was some kind of woman's menstrual blood. He opened it and found a short poem he'd idly written when Cheng Min and Wang Yimei met at the coffee shop that day.

"How did this end up with you?"

Cao Shan asked, somewhat surprised. He wondered if she was obsessed with him, a fetishist.

"You're quite talented. Go back and rewrite this poem; it might become something good,"

Wang Yimei said coldly, but her words were encouraging.

Cao Shan pulled up his pants, looking disheveled, and left Wang Yimei's room. He hailed a taxi back to the company, thinking he was starting to succumb to Wang Yimei's combination of soft and hard tactics. He should have a serious talk with Shen Si.

It was the end of the month, time to summarize the month's business. For a small advertising company like FF, this meant some people were leaving. Shen Si made two proposals. One was that although Cao Shan hadn't had any ads this month, he was essentially Shen Si's assistant because he was liaising with Apple, so she suggested giving Cao Shan a raise. The other was that Cui Haibo from Department Three hadn't had any ads for two months. Logically, he should be fired if he didn't close any deals in March, but the end of the year is the peak season for sales targets and the final battle for ads. Should Haibo be fired?

Shen Si took the proposals to Jeff, and both Cao Shan's and Haibo's proposals were approved. This meant Haibo would be unemployed.

Jeff and Shen Si were discussing the fate of the other salespeople and their commissions when Wang Yimei called Jeff's cell phone.

The reason was simple: Cao Shan had annoyed Wang Yimei, so she wanted to teach the kid a lesson. Also, she wanted to kill two birds with one stone—make Shen Si feel awkward too, and discipline her own protégé. The phone call was brief. First, the company headquarters' advertising strategy had changed, creating uncertainty regarding advertising with Beijing Yellow Pages—this was just a warning shot. Second, Shen Si's assistant, Cao Shan, seemed to have communication problems with clients, and she needed to discuss this with Shen Si.

Jeff hung up, seething with anger. It was clearly Cao Shan's fault. Shen Si had personally recruited Cao Shan, which was understandable, but Jeff knew Shen Si's ulterior motives. Cao Shan had accidentally closed one deal, thus avoiding trouble, but so far, he'd only closed one advertising deal! After that, he became Shen Si's assistant, helping with business negotiations with his wife, Wang Yimei.

"What's so good about Cao Shan?"

Jeff muttered, complaining about Shen Si's favoritism, unaware that his wife was more interested in the young employee's large penis.

Shen Si knew Jeff was angry, so she quietly handed him a cup of coffee, placed her hand on his thigh, and gently stroked it. She said slowly and deliberately, "He's not bad in any way. I can't possibly deal with Wang Yimei every day; I'd break down eventually. But who can I entrust this to? My sales staff are all incredibly capable, but they don't handle things properly. I don't trust them with the later stages of this deal. Cao Shan is someone I hired; he hasn't been assimilated into the sales world yet, and he still retains the innocence and self-respect of a recent graduate. He won't do anything harmful to the company, which is why I entrusted this to him. He lacks social experience, and you know Wang Yimei is a perfectionist; it's inevitable that she'll be dissatisfied."

Jeff was still throwing a tantrum, saying, "Is there really no one in the entire company more suitable than Shine? I don't believe it. Humph,"

he snorted, "or you have ulterior motives."

Seeing her lover's persistent attitude, Shen Si also became unwilling to give up, standing up and saying, "Jeff, what ulterior motives do I have? In the years we've been together, I've wholeheartedly helped you and never tried to break up your family. What ulterior motives do I have? A mere salesperson makes me have ulterior motives? I ask you, do you love me or that Wang Yimei?"

Jeff was stunned; he hadn't realized the conversation had veered this far. Almost instinctively, he said, "Of course it's you, honey."

But Shen Si wasn't impressed by Jeff's sweet words, instead giving a bitter smile. "Is what you call love? You let me sleep with Jim for advertising, but would you let your wife do the same?"

Jeff was speechless, yet similar images had flashed through his mind before. When Shen Si was being played by someone else, he felt displeasure, but also a kind of excitement, a thrill, like the sneaky pleasure of watching a thief steal and treating the thief as a performance. But the thought of his wife being played by another man filled Jeff with nothing but anger, an uncontrollable rage. He couldn't understand his own thoughts. Logically, he loved Shen Si more; he could basically abandon his wife who had shared his hardships, but he just couldn't get past the hurdle of family ethics and morality.

Every time Shen Si thought about her affair with Jim, she felt particularly aggrieved, aggrieved that Jeff had ignored her. Seeing her lover remain silent, she gave a bitter smile and softly said, "I already have my answer."

Shen Si turned to leave, but Jeff grabbed her, gripping her soft shoulders, and gently said, "Honey, I do love you more, but your answer, your outcome, have nothing to do with love." "

Is that so?"

Shen Si's eyes welled up with tears again, aggrieved. She realized that her sexual transaction with Jim had become a barrier between her and Jeff. "Okay, I understand. I'll talk to Shine when he gets back."

Shen Si returned to her office, and Wang Yimei's call immediately followed.

"Hi, Christie, did Jeff already tell you? Your boyfriend... mmm, I'm not very satisfied."

Wang Yimei spoke in a very Western tone, elegant yet slightly sarcastic.

"Boyfriend? Hello, Ivy, what aspect are you dissatisfied with?"

Hearing Wang Yimei mention it, Shen Si remembered that she had told her Cao Shan was her boyfriend.

"Yes, I'm dissatisfied with everything, you know, he's too immature, he doesn't know how to meet the client's needs, do you understand?"

"Ivy, Jeff already conveyed it to me. I'm very sorry, I'll definitely give him a good talking-to when Shine comes back, to meet the client's needs to the greatest extent possible."

Shen Si said as politely as possible.

"Christie, you don't need to give me those high-sounding words. I know Jeff treats you very well. A woman's intuition is sometimes quite accurate. Bye." Wang Yimei said this somewhat resentfully before hanging up the phone.

Just after hanging up with Wang Yimei, Cao Shan called.

"Hey, Christie, I want to talk to you. What about Wang Yimei…"

From Jeff to Wang Yimei, Shen Si had been suppressing her grievances, but with Cao Shan, she couldn't hold back anymore. She told him in a short, cold tone, "Come to my office when you get back to the company."

Shen Si's indifference towards Cao Shan made him feel suffocated. He had already suffered grievances with Wang Yimei, but now he felt like he was caught in the middle. Once inside the company, Yang Fan stuck out his tongue at him and whispered, "Shin, Christie wants you to go to her office as soon as you get back. She seems very angry."

"Okay, thank you."

Cao Shan forced a smile and nervously walked to Shen Si's office, knocking lightly twice. He wasn't as impulsive as last time.

Once inside, Cao Shan was about to speak, but seeing Shen Si's stern face, he swallowed back all his words. What he got in return was a barrage of criticism from Shen Si.

"Shine, I know you're new and not used to doing sales alone, so I gave you this rare opportunity to learn. But today a customer complained to Jeff, extremely dissatisfied with your service. Tell me, what happened?"

Shen Si sat behind her desk, her tall frame leaning back, staring intently at him.

"Christie, this isn't my fault..."

Cao Shan tried to explain.

"I'm not asking who's to blame, understand? I'm asking you what made the customer dissatisfied? Do you know how much loss it would cause if this deal were lost because of you? Can an incompetent salesperson like you bear the consequences? Do you recent graduates really think you're some kind of genius? Your abilities are lower than the earth, but your ambitions are higher than the sky. Your self-cultivation is near zero, but your self-esteem is almost infinite!"

Shen Si couldn't help but launch into another tirade.

Cao Shan, full of grievances, had originally wanted to have a proper talk with Shen Si, but he didn't expect to be met with such cold sarcasm. Cao Shan had vaguely sensed that Shen Si had feelings for him during their previous interactions, making him feel somewhat smug. However, he never expected that in Shen Si's eyes, he was just a lowly salesman, nothing special. She

'd be all sweet talk when he needed something, but then unleash a torrent of criticism without mercy when she didn't. Cao Shan felt a tightness in his chest, his nose stinging with tears. He held back his anger and said resentfully, "I'll be more careful next time. If there's nothing else, I'll go back now." He

turned to leave.

"Come back!"

Shen Si called after him, then softly asked, "Shin, what exactly did Wang Yimei do to you?"

Hearing Shen Si's concerned words, Cao Shan's nose stung again, and his voice trembled. "Christie, I... I can't take it anymore. Wang Yimei, she... she... wanted to... do that thing with me."

Shen Si was shocked. She had anticipated that Wang Yimei might make things difficult for Cao Shan, or perhaps develop an unusual fondness for this handsome young man, but she hadn't expected her to target him—after all, she was Jeff's wife.

"Are you sure?"

Shen Si asked.

Cao Shan finally found an outlet for his frustration, telling Shen Si about his interactions with Wang Yimei over the past few days, and how she had schemed to seduce him. Of course, he concealed the absurd scene that had finally unfolded between them that day. "Christie, even though I'm alone in Beijing, I have a girlfriend. I don't want to do anything to betray her. Even if business involves dealing with people, I can't do something like this. Doesn't Wang Yimei have any concerns? Even if she's absolutely certain we won't tell Jeff, and Jeff won't believe it, you already told her I was your boyfriend when you met her. Why would she still target me?"

Cao Shan's last sentence jolted Shen Si awake; she understood everything. Perhaps Cao Shan was attractive to her, perhaps not. But Wang Yimei was determined to use Cao Shan to exchange for the contract. Because Shen Si had stolen her husband, she wanted to steal Shen Si's boyfriend.

Thinking of this, Shen Si felt relieved. She had initially thought Wang Yimei had some sophisticated scheme, but it turned out to be nothing more than that. Fine, she'd play along.

Shen Si adopted the demeanor of an older sister, walked to Cao Shan's side, gently stroked his head, and then, surprisingly, hugged him.

Cao Shan's head rested on Shen Si's soft chest; he didn't know what to do until Shen Si slowly released him, and that loving embrace dissolved all his unhappiness. Shen Si put her arm around Cao Shan's shoulder and said gently, "Shine, listen to me. Although this is difficult for you, and I don't want to interfere with your choices, I sincerely hope you can help me. Let's complete this advertising deal together. You know, after this advertisement is successful, you will receive a considerable reward. Although it's not a commission, I guarantee it will be more than what you received last time."

But Cao Shan remained unmoved. Instead, he felt a chill at Shen Si's attempt to sway him with money. He looked up at Shen Si and slowly said, "Chirste, thank you for recruiting me, thank you for taking care of me in every way. I actually consider you my older sister, and I thought you considered me your younger brother. I only have one question for you: do you really want to see me fall into her hands?"

These words left Shen Si with mixed feelings. She thought to herself, this young man is really naive. It's all because he's too popular with women. And what about herself? She had feelings for him too. She said, a little emotionally, "Shine, I took care of you, I hired you, and I had my own reasons, my own selfish motives. I treat you like a younger brother, but it's not just that. Do you understand? To survive, you have to face and accept things you don't want to do. If you get through it, you succeed; if you don't, you fail. Isn't that the same for me, Shin? No matter why, for me, for your girlfriend, or for yourself to have a better life in Beijing, let's get through this together, okay? I will repay you, really."

Shen Si looked at Cao Shan with deep affection, her eyes full of tenderness, making Cao Shan quite embarrassed.

What else could he say when his leader had put it so bluntly? It all boiled down to sex, and besides, Wang Yimei's tall and strong figure was sexually appealing to Cao Shan, and it perfectly aligned with Jian Guo's advice—"If you can have sex, you can make money, what else is there to say?" Cao Shan nodded vigorously, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a large red cross on the personnel appointment and dismissal receipt signed by Jeff on Shen Si's desk, next to Hai Bo's name.

Cao Shan hurriedly asked, "Chirste, this, Hai Bo, what happened? Will he be fired?"

"Yes, this salesman hasn't closed a deal in two months, and it's the end of the year now. Letting him go early might not hinder his job search,"

Shen Si said calmly. Firing salesmen was a perfectly normal thing for her.

"But, but if you fire him, he'll be unemployed, and he might not be able to stay in Beijing. It's almost New Year's, how will he get through it?"

Cao Shan was very anxious.

"Shin,"

Shen Si said with a smile, "Society is cruel like that; the law of survival of the fittest applies. If he's not good enough, he'll have to reap what he sows. Sales is the job that best demonstrates your value. If a salesperson is unsuccessful, then there's no reason for him to survive in this ecosystem. He'll be the first little antelope to be eaten by the leopard. So, you have to work hard too." "

But, but he's my best friend at the company,"

Cao Shan didn't dare say Hai Bo was his classmate. "I want to beg you, can you give him another chance? Even if it's after the Spring Festival, please?"

Shen Si didn't expect Cao Shan to make this request. She secretly laughed at Cao Shan's foolish loyalty. What did he care about other people's lives? But she still agreed.

Cao Shan left with a satisfied smile, leaving Shen Si deep in thought. She thought, "Wang Yimei, don't you think Cao Shan is my boyfriend? Are you trying to mess with him?" "Fine, go ahead and do it. Jeff, I'm sorry, although you can't accept your wife sleeping with another man, your Wang Yimei is willing, Jeff. You gave my body to another man, fine, I'll let you taste what it's like to have your wife fucked by someone else. Whether you know it or not, whether you like it or not, it's all up to fate."

Shen Si enjoyed the dark pleasure in her pain. She suddenly understood Jeff's idea of giving her to Jim—a person who has lost his conscience in the business world will not give up until he achieves his goal.

Shen Si still went all out to be a good person, calling Haibo to her office, showing him Jeff's approval, and telling him that he was originally going to be fired, but Cao Shan would rather forgo the bonus he received from contacting Apple than let him lose his job. Haibo was naturally very grateful.

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