[Urban] A Nobody's Romantic Encounter (Complete) - 4-6

Chapter 10 A Thief's Heart, But No Courage

I was strolling along the sidewalk, just getting away from the hotel, when I heard a voice calling my name from behind. I turned around. A young man dressed as a waiter caught up with me.

"Sir, please go back. The woman you helped near the restroom is still inside. She's drunk, could you please go check on her?"

he said, panting heavily.

"Which woman?"

I asked, somewhat surprised.

"The woman you hit her husband with. The one who got kicked a few times. You should know her, right? She's drunk, completely drunk, in the private room. Please go check on her."

he continued.

"Fang Jing?"

She's still there? I realized who it was. So I hurried back with the waiter.

As soon as I entered, I saw Fang Jing, her hair disheveled, eyes closed, already asleep on the sofa.

I approached her, and a strong smell of alcohol hit me. Her face had been wiped clean, but the bruises around her eyes and the slightly injured corner of her mouth were still clearly visible. A checkered tablecloth covered her, revealing only a pair of small feet in flesh-colored stockings, one high heel pointing out at one side and the other at the other. Four or five empty wine bottles were scattered around, some upside down and some upright. In her hand, which was dragging on the floor, she held a half-empty wine bottle.

I pried open her fingers and placed the bottle on the coffee table. I moved close to her head and nudged her bare shoulder, gently calling, "Manager Fang. Are you alright? Are you okay? Manager Fang. Hello, can you get up? Hello, can you get up?"

Fang Jing didn't respond at all; she was completely drunk, practically unconscious, and impossible to wake. I sighed. What should I do now? I saw a cell phone next to a handbag on the sofa. I picked it up and started looking up phone numbers. But all the phone numbers were unfamiliar, and I didn't know which one could help her, nor could I find her home number.

Leaving Fang Jing here was not an option. Oh well, she's my boss after all. I'll do a good deed today, I wonder if there'll be a bonus. Without further hesitation, I picked up the high heels, took one of Fang Jing's small feet in my hand, and slipped the heel on. The foot felt nice to the touch, soft and tender, but I wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.

I put the other high heel on Fang Jing's foot, then wrapped the tablecloth tightly around her, helped her sit up straight, picked up my handbag and hung it around my neck, put one arm around her slender waist, and lifted her onto my shoulder. Luckily, this woman wasn't too heavy, light and soft. I grabbed her two stockinged thighs with one hand and supported her buttocks with the other, and walked out of the private room.

As I was about to walk past the counter, a female cashier called out to me, "Sir, excuse me. Could you please settle this lady's bill?"

"Oh."

I turned and walked to the counter, freeing one hand. I was about to reach for my wallet when I thought, "That doesn't make sense. I'm not going to pay for this." So I withdrew my hand and reached into Fang Jing's handbag instead.

"How much?"

"It's 3596 yuan in total,"

the cashier said, handing me the bill.

So expensive! One night's expenses are more than a month's salary for me. Sigh, comparisons are odious. Luckily, I didn't reach for my wallet; the few hundred yuan inside wouldn't be enough. 3000 yuan could buy about 600 bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) at 6 yuan a bottle, totaling 100 cases. I drank two cases after my last breakup. This money is enough for 50 breakups. I wonder if so many breakups will eventually make me give up on women altogether.

I pulled a wad of RMB from Fang Jing's handbag. The money wasn't mine, so I casually tossed it onto the counter, letting the cashier count it herself. After paying the bill, I left the restaurant.

Luckily, I quickly flagged down a taxi at the entrance. I put Fang Jing inside, moved her to a seat, helped her sit up straight, and then got in myself, closing the door behind me.

"Where to, bro?"

the driver asked.

Yeah, where did Fang Jing live? I had no idea. I tried to wake her up by nudging her a few times, but to no avail.

Frustrated, I was about to tell the driver to just find a hotel when I noticed Fang Jing's handbag above my neck. I took it off.

"Wait. Let me see."

I rummaged through Fang Jing's handbag: a set of keys, a makeup box, several lipsticks, a wad of banknotes, several bank cards, a beautifully packaged pack of flesh-colored stockings, and a white envelope. I picked up the white envelope and looked at it. It was a bank credit card statement, addressed to: Fang Jing, No. X, Building X, X Garden, Yinjing Road, Yufeng District. That should be her address.

This address is really funny—Yingji Road, Yufeng District. Damn, I wonder which lecherous old man came up with that name.

I gave the address to the taxi driver. Just as the driver was about to drive off, I saw the waiter who had chased me back earlier run to my car window, look at me, and knock on it.

I rolled down the window.

"Excuse me, sir. Could you please return that tablecloth? It was from the private room; it's hard to say if it's lost,"

he said apologetically.

"Oh, take it."

Without even looking, I pulled the tablecloth off Fang Jing and handed it to the waiter.

The car sped off. Along the way, the streetlights were bright, the road was quiet, less bustling than during the day, and the soft rustling of the wheels was clearly audible.

I don't know what happened to Fang Jing, she got into such a big fight with that man and even got beaten up. She's completely drunk. That man must be her husband, it seems those rumors are true.

As I was thinking, suddenly a head leaned against my shoulder, a faint feminine fragrance mixed with the smell of alcohol wafting into my nostrils. It was Fang Jing, she had unintentionally leaned against me in her sleep. I turned my head, intending to straighten her up. The

scene I saw when I turned my head is destined to be deeply etched into my memory for the rest of my life.

Fang Jing's breasts were wide open, her two round breasts, like solidified white jade, were playfully peeking out from the opening of her V-neck dress, completely unconcerned about their owner's drunken state. The two reddish-black nipples, like plump red bottle nipples, were fleshy and protruding, the areolas perfect, with a few grains of rice-like fleshy dots surrounding the adorable nipples like stars around the moon, looking irresistibly tempting.

I'm going to die. My face is flushed red, I swallow hard, gasping for breath. My gaze passes over the thick black corset and a few tattered pieces of fabric, then down to my genitals. Good heavens, my penis suddenly sprang to life, a huge tent erecting between my legs.

What I see is the white thong, the triangular fabric of my underwear pressed into the red and black cleft of my vulva as I sit down. My pink labia tremble like a slightly parted clam shell, and a thick, dark pubic hair grows from my mons pubis to my perineum, each glossy hair curled, bent, or standing erect. Oh, I'm really going to die. My mouth is dry, I can't breathe.

My usually slender and sexy corporate tigress is exposed before me once again. She's a far cry from her usual impeccably dressed, elegant, and capable self. Oh my god, how could this happen?

In the heat of youth, how could I resist such temptation? My heart surged, my blood boiled, and I felt unbearably hot.

Touch her! She'll never know. No way! She's your boss! You dare! If she finds out, you'll be fired. No, she won't know. Just one touch, and I'll have no regrets.

No, I can't be such a despicable scoundrel. Pshaw! Do you think you'll get a second chance like this? Have you ever touched such a noble cunt? My thoughts raced like a ship sailing between life and death.

I don't care anymore, damn it, if I'm going to die, I'll die. A real man acts when the time comes. I leaned forward slightly, extended my five fingers, and tremblingly pressed them towards that beautiful opening. My eyes were wide open, beads of sweat appeared on my forehead, and I swallowed hard. My hand drew closer and closer, almost touching that perfect mound. Suddenly

, Fang Jing let out a soft moan, which startled me so much I almost had a heart attack. I immediately withdrew my hand, sat up straight, and didn't dare breathe. After a long while, there was no movement. I mustered my courage and glanced sideways. I saw Fang Jing still comfortably leaning on my shoulder, fast asleep.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down and secretly rejoiced. Coming to my senses, I felt something heavy pressing down on my penis. I looked over.

Good heavens, Fang Jing's slender, delicate hand, fingers outstretched like a claw, was loosely grasping my hard, bulging groin, her palm pressed against the glans, rubbing against it with each thrust. The alluring, suggestive gesture instantly turned my already parched mouth into an intense thirst, and my erect penis stubbornly twitched twice.

Just as I was struggling with the decision of whether to remove that hand, suddenly, Fang Jing, still fast asleep, let out a soft moan, her fingers digging in, her small hand completely gripping the large, hard glans. Oh, with a deep, muffled groan, my penis hardened even more violently, almost ejaculating. Damn it, this is going to kill me! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

Her small hand was still tightly gripping mine. I dared not look directly at her. I took a few deep breaths, half-closing my eyes like a thief, and gently pried her hand away, quickly removing it. Then, I stared straight ahead, swallowing the last drop of saliva in my mouth, my gaze blankly searching for something to distract me. I felt like I had just survived a life-or-death ordeal, drenched in sweat. God, are you trying to kill me by torturing me like this?

Out of sight, out of mind. Yet, the lingering scent of her perfume was irresistible, relentlessly stimulating my terrified heart. God, what sins have I committed? Why must you expose me to such temptation, yet prevent me from truly possessing it?

In my dazed state, a wave of weakness washed over me from the shock. The car quickly pulled into a garden community and stopped in front of a tall, luxurious apartment building. We've arrived.

After paying the fare, I hesitated. Fang Jing's body, more alluring than nudity, how could I just go in like this? Unable to think of a solution for a moment, the taxi driver's impatient voice urged me on.

Left with no other choice, I took off my shirt, turned my face away, and used the shirt to cover her alluring, tempting body. After a few gropes, I wrapped Fang Jing up. After getting out of the taxi, I stretched out my arms, lifted Fang Jing horizontally, and slammed the door shut with my foot, heading towards the apartment building.

I entered the elevator and pressed the floor button. Fang Jing lived on the 25th floor; no one was around. This relieved me. Otherwise, seeing a shirtless man carrying a disheveled beauty in the middle of the night would have made me look like a pervert, caught on the spot, and I'd either be beaten to death or taken to the police station.

Fang Jing wasn't particularly heavy, but after a few minutes, my arms felt weak, and I could barely hold on. Trembling, I used my keys to open Fang Jing's apartment door. I used my shoulder to pry open the door switch, figured out the bedroom, rushed in, and gently placed Fang Jing on the bed with all my might.

The extreme fright and mental tension quickly drained my energy. After putting Fang Jing down, I was so exhausted I could barely move. I plopped down on the bed, gasping for breath. "Ugh, who did I mess with tonight?" I thought. "This is really going to be tough. Two beautiful women are vying to seduce me, and I can only look, not touch. They've really played me to death."

Just as I was cursing my bad luck and trying to get up, suddenly, Fang Jing's head popped out from under the bed, directly at me. With a "whoosh," she vomited all over me, covering my face, pants, shoes, and socks. Stunned, I saw Fang Jing's face contorted in pain. Without thinking of myself, I immediately patted her back to make her feel better. A pungent smell of alcohol instantly filled the room.

Fang Jing was vomiting violently, and I didn't dare leave. I eventually tore off my own clothes and used them to cover the mess on the floor, to prevent them from spreading and soiling. Fang Jing kept her eyes tightly closed while vomiting, completely unaware of her surroundings. After vomiting, she took a few deep breaths and, seemingly unaffected, lay back down to sleep.

The instant she lay down, her breasts suddenly peeked out from her collar, like jade rabbits peeking out and looking around. I was stunned; my blood rushed to my head, and my lower body immediately reacted.

I quickly pulled over a sheet, closed my eyes, and hurriedly covered her body. Good heavens, if this continued, I wouldn't be so polite. After

covering Fang Jing, I carefully wiped the remaining filth from her face with tissues, then pulled out another tissue to wipe myself and my pants, took off my shoes and socks, and wiped the shoes as well.

I found a mop, broom, and dustpan on the balcony and cleaned up all the grime on the floor.

Looking at myself, filthy and stinking, my clothes, pants, and shoes were unwearable. I grimaced, on the verge of tears; I was incredibly unlucky.

No, I definitely had to wash up. I was just about to head to the bathroom when suddenly, I heard a voice behind me: "Water...water, give me water...water."

I turned around and saw Fang Jing weakly raising one hand, seemingly still half-asleep, muttering incoherently.

"Okay, okay. Water! Here you go! Ugh, what a nuisance."

I sighed, went to the living room, poured a glass of warm water, brought it to the bedside, and, half-supporting Fang Jing, fed her the water. After a couple of sips, she fell asleep again, completely unaware.

Watching Fang Jing drift off to sleep, I shook my head, put the glass on the bedside table, picked up my dirty clothes, and went into the bathroom. I stripped naked, adjusted the water temperature, turned on the shower, and watched the water spray over my head. I took a big gulp, rinsed my mouth, shook my head vigorously, and spat it out, feeling an indescribable sense of relief. I took

a long, thorough shower, a truly relaxing and comfortable one, and it took quite a while to finish.

The shower not only relaxed me and lifted my spirits, but it also revealed that Fang Jing used Pantene shampoo, Lux soap, and even Goodbaby body wash! I was stunned. It seems that no matter how old a woman is, she can't shake off that childlike innocence, just like all women love dolls. After

drying myself off, I hummed a tune softly as I soaked my clothes, pants, and socks in the sink, lathering them with Lux soap and scrubbing them by hand. When I got to the smelly socks, I hesitated for a moment, but quickly lathered them with soap anyway. After all, I'd already washed them; if they were going to smell bad, it would be Fang Jing's body.

After washing my clothes, I picked up a large towel from the bathroom, unfolded it, and was about to wrap myself in it when a woman's post-shower fragrance wafted out, seemingly carrying Fang Jing's scent throughout the bathroom, making my heart skip a beat. Forget it, if I wrapped myself in it, it would be no different than Fang Jing hugging me, and I couldn't stand it.

Anyway, she can't see it. She'll leave once the clothes are dry; I'd better not let this smelly man defile me.

Naked, I took my wet clothes and left the bathroom. Fang Jing was still fast asleep in bed, her two stockinged feet peeking out from under the sheets, crossed together. Under the bedside lamp, they gleamed with a warm, jade-like light, full of youth and spirit. Her cute toes were neatly pressed together, her toenails glowing a vibrant red, and a delicate anklet on her left foot emitted a dazzling light that the thin stockings couldn't conceal.

I've looked at these feet countless times, fantasized about every part of them countless times, and today I finally see their full beauty. With all the sensuality on display, my lower body involuntarily hardened, growing increasingly erect. I gritted my teeth, struggled with my thoughts for a while, and finally, with difficulty, turned my head away, unable to bear looking any longer.

I hurried to the balcony and quickly hung the clothes up. Let the cool breeze blow; the scene inside is too revealing. I didn't go in immediately, standing on the balcony.

Several sets of Fang Jing's lingerie were hanging on the clothesline. Judging from the bra cup sizes, Fang Jing's breasts should be a C-cup, not bad. Then a gust of wind blew, and a pair of long black stockings fluttered up, the thin, boat-shaped ankles flying off, hidden by my underwear hanging nearby. With the chaotic wind, the stockings teasingly teased the crotch of my briefs. I froze, a wave of empathy washing over me, and I stood there, mesmerized. Then, all sorts of sexy images of Fang Jing in stockings flooded my mind, and my penis instantly became rock hard again. All

I wanted to do was hang some clothes out to dry! This little slut, she won't leave me alone. My god, this is torture!

I'm not staying on the balcony anymore. I turned and went back into the bedroom.

Chapter 11 Heavy Pistol Bullet

As soon as I entered, I froze. Fang Jing had somehow pulled the sheets aside, her almost naked body completely exposed before me. Under the light, it was exceptionally clear; her snow-white breasts were erect, a slender, jade-like finger resting on them. Below her abdomen, her black thong had been pulled aside by a jade hand, revealing her two jewel-like thighs, clad in stockings, spread wide, exposing the deep, dark opening between her legs. Fang Jing was still asleep, her face displaying an expression that was half-smiling, half-crying, half-dazed, utterly alluring.

I stared intently at that dark patch, my breathing quickening, swallowing hard several times. I could feel my eyes bulging from their sockets with an overwhelming, sinful desire. A torrent of wicked thoughts washed over me, obliterating all reason. Only one intense thought remained: rape her! Rape her! I fucking want to rape her!

I rushed to the bed, climbed on top, straddled Fang Jing's waist, and gripped my rock-hard penis, ready to thrust it into her opening. I fucking want to fuck her to death!

Suddenly, just as my penis was about to touch her vagina, I couldn't bear it any longer and looked up. My gaze fell on Fang Jing's tightly closed face; the bruises on her forehead and the newly scabbed wound on her lip were magnified in my eyes. I stopped, stared for a long time, then reluctantly closed my eyes and turned my head away, a flicker of hesitation and reluctance crossing my mind. However, my lower body was already pressed tightly against Fang Jing's skin. Her smooth, silky skin aroused my lust to its peak, and giving up would almost cause my nerves to snap.

I didn't care! One hand rapidly stroked my penis, my gaze fixed on Fang Jing's beautiful face, her slender, jade-like neck, her trembling, pointed breasts, and her two pink nipples the size of my thumb. All of these things caused my lust to surge rapidly, and I felt like I was about to explode. My eyes followed wherever Fang Jing's body was stimulated. Her naturally long, unadorned eyelashes, her rosy, almost translucent ears, and the large diamond studs on her earlobes all drove me to the brink of ecstasy.

My other hand uncontrollably touched that slippery tuft of hair, feeling the warm flow at the entrance of her secret place. My fingers trembled as I gently caressed and stroked it, each heavy breath trembling with a sound.

Stimulation, stimulation, and more stimulation—finally, all the stimulation converged, reaching its peak simultaneously. My penis throbbed uncontrollably, and with a cry of extreme excitement, spurts of semen shot out, landing on Fang Jing's face, neck, breasts, and some even clinging to her hair. A drop from her diamond-encrusted earring dripped onto the pillow.

A night of suppressed lust finally found release in this powerful ejaculation. As the semen was completely ejaculated, my emotions gradually calmed. Fang Jing's upper body was covered in a thick layer of white semen, staining her white dress. I sighed, grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, and wiped the semen from Fang Jing's body. Every time my hand touched her small breasts, my heart fluttered again. After wiping, I quickly pulled the sheet over Fang Jing and covered her again.

I sat on a sofa in the bedroom and wiped the semen from my own penis. A wave of regret washed over me; I felt ashamed of my actions. How could I have done something so utterly despicable to such a vulnerable woman who had just been hurt? But everything seemed to indicate it was inevitable. I was filled with self-reproach, regret, and unbearable shame, unsure how to face it. I just hoped Fang Jing didn't know this had happened.

However, what I feared most came to pass. Just as my penis hadn't fully softened

, Fang Jing suddenly coughed, slowly raised her head, sat on the bed, and slowly opened her eyes. The sharp pain in her head made her gently rub it a couple of times, like someone just waking from a drunken stupor.

My heart leaped into my throat. Just as she was about to turn her head to look at where I was sitting, I stood up as fast as I could and ran towards the balcony without hesitation. In the chaos, I tripped over a sofa leg and fell heavily to the floor with a thud. I cried out, "Ouch!" My penis made intimate contact with the floor. If it weren't for the thick carpet around the sofa, I would have thought it was broken.

I struggled to my feet. A sharp voice came from behind me: "Who! Who's over there? Stop right there!"

I didn't dare stop. I ran to the balcony, ignoring my still-wet clothes, and frantically pulled them down, putting them on. I thought to myself, "Oh my god, it looks like I'm really going to get caught red-handed this time." I put on my pants and clothes, stuffing my socks into my pocket—I didn't have time to put them on.

I turned and rushed back to the bedroom, only to see Fang Jing blocking the doorway with a long lamppost, her face frosty. Her lower body was covered by the bed sheet, but one snow-white breast still peeked out from the V-neck of her shirt.

"Zhao Bo?"

she called out in surprise, but she still slowly walked towards me.

"Manager Fang... you... listen to me, it's a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding."

Seeing Fang Jing about to explode, I hurriedly tried to explain.

"What did you do to me? What did you do!"

Fang Jing roared angrily.

"I didn't do anything, I really didn't do anything!"

I cried out in a panic. "Manager Fang, I really didn't do anything, please let me explain. Please listen... I..."

"I won't listen! You scum! Don't think I don't know what you did!"

She interrupted me loudly, then pointed to her collarbone and pulled out a small clump of milky white liquid. "What is this? How do you explain this! You still dare to say you didn't do anything?"

"...I...I..."

I stammered, unable to speak.

"I'll beat you to death, you pervert! I'll beat you to death, you scum!"

Fang Jing roared and swung a stick at me on the head.

I jumped aside to dodge, but Fang Jing swung the stick again. Helpless, I could only do a forward roll, leaping over the sofa and rolling towards the bed, shouting repeatedly, "I'm innocent! Manager Fang, I'm innocent! Stop hitting me!"

"I'll show you I'm innocent! I'll beat you to death, you pervert! I'll beat you to death, you opportunistic scoundrel!"

Fang Jing pounced on me again, completely ignoring the bed sheet covering her lower body that had fallen down.

Fang Jing chased after me, furious and angry, hitting me relentlessly. I was leaping and bounding, and soon I was covered in blows to my shoulder, arm, and thigh, the pain making me jump and howl.

I tried to explain, but Fang Jing wouldn't listen. She just kept swinging the lamppost at me, cursing incessantly. I could only try to escape.

Later, I circled the bed, and gradually Fang Jing couldn't keep up. She was panting and couldn't hit me anymore. After one last, desperate swing of the lamppost, she missed, stopped chasing me, threw the lamppost down, and plopped down on the floor, crying bitterly and sadly: "Waaah...you pervert, you dare to run away...why do you men bully us women like this...why even you bully me, waaah...

waaah...what sins have I committed? God, why punish me like this?"

Fang Jing's cries grew increasingly piercing, filled with sorrow and resentment. I stopped, somewhat at a loss, but I could hear the sadness and resentment in her sobs; it wasn't entirely my fault. I didn't know whether to leave or stay. Looking at Fang Jing's tear-streaked face, a pang of heartache shot through me, and I felt even more remorse for my actions.

I walked up to Fang Jing and said, "I'm sorry. But believe me, I didn't mean it, and things aren't what you think. I promise I didn't really violate you."

"If you're still not satisfied, hit me again. I won't run away. I was wrong. I accept your punishment, if that makes you feel better."

I knelt down on one knee and spoke sincerely to her.

The woman before me, like me, was heartbroken. Her sobs deeply touched a chord within me, bringing back a flood of memories of Xinran, allowing me to deeply empathize with Fang Jing's pain.

Fang Jing responded with sobs that grew even more heartbreaking than before.

I understand the excruciating pain of being betrayed by someone you love, that suffocating darkness of unbearable agony, like drowning. You can't feel anything else; the whole world is a collapsed wasteland, and all you want to do is lick your wounds over and over again.

Fang Jing cried for a long time, completely oblivious to the fact that I was right beside her.

This poor woman. Where was her usual strong, independent woman? Now, in my eyes, she wasn't my boss, but a woman, a woman wounded by love.

Whether Fang Jing needed it or not, I reached out and wiped away her tears, then pulled her into my arms. She didn't reject my embrace, naturally snuggling closer, her chin resting on my shoulder, her shoulders heaving as she continued to sob softly, tears pattering onto my shoulder. I remained silent, letting her cry freely. All she needed now was a shoulder to lean on; this comforting embrace was what she needed most.

Fang Jing was still whimpering, her body trembling slightly with her sobs. Then she gently wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing herself closer to me. This poor woman just needed my embrace to give her a little strength, a little warmth in her cold world. I held her even tighter. Although I didn't know the depth of her pain, her sorrow resonated with mine; we were both wounded by love.

Fang Jing and I embraced like that for a long time, until the sobs subsided, and she still held me tightly. When she had completely calmed down, she gently pulled away from my embrace, wiped the tears from her face, and looked at me with her slightly swollen eyes, saying, "Go. Let's leave it at that. I don't want it to be mentioned again. Let's pretend it never happened."

I silently stood up, without saying a word. I put on my shoes, found my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and said to Fang Jing, who was still sitting on the floor, "I'm sorry. I can only say I'm sorry. I know my mistake can't be made up for no matter what, and I don't ask for your forgiveness. If you don't want to see me again, I'll hand in my resignation tomorrow."

I saw the bed sheet on the floor, picked it up, and handed it to Fang Jing, saying, "The floor is cold. If you don't want to get up, cover yourself with it. No matter how sad you are, you have to take care of your health. If your health fails, you won't even be able to be sad. I'm sorry, I'm leaving."

I placed the bed sheet in front of her, turned around, and walked out. A wave of regret washed over me; I hated myself to the extreme.

I should leave tomorrow; I couldn't even face myself. I tried to be a good person, but I lost my job. I sighed deeply again.

"Stop!"

Fang Jing called out to me from behind.

I stopped.

"You just said you really didn't violate me?"

Fang Jing asked.

"I... well... it's almost the same as if I really violated you. Let's not talk about it anymore."

My hatred for myself churned endlessly, and I said softly but heavily.

"No! Come here!"

Fang Jing said coldly. "I can't let you violate me like this without my knowledge. I need to know the whole truth."

I turned around. Fang Jing was still sitting on the floor, the sheet wrapped tightly around her. I walked over and knelt down in front of her again, one knee almost touching the floor.

"I... I don't know how to say it. I really..."

I stammered, my words hesitant and unfinished.

"Start from the beginning. Tell me how you touched me,"

Fang Jing said sternly, ignoring my hesitation.

I looked at her, her gaze cold. It seemed this could go on forever.

I organized my thoughts and decided to tell her everything without hiding anything.

"Today, I went to that restaurant with a friend. When I went to the restroom..."

I began to recount what happened that night, trying to be as calm as possible, without any exaggeration.

I recounted in detail how I encountered her in the bathroom, saw her being beaten by her husband, how I rushed over, how the hotel staff stopped me as I was about to leave, how I brought her home, how she vomited, how I couldn't resist the temptation, and how I masturbated to her while I was about to assault her.

Fang Jing listened quietly without saying a word. When she heard that I saw her husband callously kick her and leave her heartlessly after she fell, her face turned ashen with despair, and a trace of sorrow and determination flashed in her eyes. When she heard that her private parts were exposed in the taxi, but I didn't do anything inappropriate, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. When she heard that she vomited violently, spraying me all over, she actually smiled slightly. Then, when she heard that I was repeatedly tempted and almost couldn't control myself, but ultimately only masturbated to her body, her face turned bright red, and she looked incredulous.

"That's what happened. Everything I've said is true. If there's any concealment or falsehood, I'm willing to be struck by lightning the moment I step out of this house tomorrow. I'm sorry, I couldn't resist temptation, I committed an unforgivable sin. I'm willing to accept any punishment you give me."

To dispel her doubts, I spoke to her in the most sincere tone.

I didn't want her to have any lingering resentment or regret because of me. Since things had come to this, I could only try my best to erase it, even though I didn't know if I could, but I did it anyway.

For a long time, Fang Jing remained silent. The room suddenly became very quiet.

"I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me. I can only say I'm very sorry. I have to go."

I stood up and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Fang Jing called me back, saying, "Are you just going to leave like this?"

"I haven't punished you yet. You can't just leave like this,"

Fang Jing added.

I remained silent, waiting for her next words.

"Come here, pick me up,"

Fang Jing said, her voice surprisingly gentle.

I froze, unable to believe my ears.

"I said, can't you hear me? Come here and pick me up,"

Fang Jing said again, her voice urgent and slightly reproachful.

Ugh. What...what...what's going on?

I turned to look at Fang Jing, and saw a pleading look in her eyes. I went over, knelt down, and lifted her from the floor. Her arms wrapped around my neck. I slowly walked to the bedside, placed her on it, pulled the blanket under her, and covered her with it, smoothing the blanket over her.

She kept looking at me. I didn't have any impure thoughts; I just wanted this woman to feel better.

She reminded me of Xinran, and a strange melancholy welled up inside me.

"Can you tell me about yourself?"

Fang Jing asked.

"Me? What should I say? I have nothing to say. I'm just very sorry."

I didn't understand what she meant.

"No. You and I are the same, you must have had a sad experience. Can you tell me? I want to hear it."

Fang Jing looked at me and said again.

I was silent.

"Don't want to talk? Then don't. I just want to talk to someone right now. It's just you now, can you talk to me?"

Fang Jing said again.

"It's not that I don't want to talk, it's just that it's all in the past, there's no point in talking about it."

I said.

"I want to drink, go to the wine cabinet and get a bottle of red wine. And two glasses."

Fang Jing said again.

"You can't drink anymore. You just woke up."

"Just go when I tell you to, don't be so nagging. Go now!"

I had no choice but to take a bottle of red wine and two glasses from the wine cabinet in the living room, pour her a glass, and pour myself a glass, and sat on the edge of the bed.

I took a sip of red wine, it was a little bitter. Fang Jing, however, downed her wine in one gulp, poured herself another glass, and was about to drink it when I grabbed her hand holding the glass and stopped her.

"Don't drink anymore. You'll get drunk again and it'll hurt your health,"

I said.

"Don't worry about me. It's better to be drunk, better to be drunk forever. That way I won't think about that heartless guy. Not only does he cheat on me with other women, but he also wants a divorce."

Fang Jing said, pulling her hand away from mine and downing her drink again.

This woman in front of me was so much like me. Back then, I would get myself drunk as soon as I woke up, just to make myself numb, so I wouldn't be heartbroken or in pain. Even experiencing that excruciating pain for a minute would suffocate me.

Fang Jing drank two more large glasses of red wine. Her face, which had been pale when she sobered up, was now flushed again.

"If you don't drink anymore, I'll tell you what's going on,"

I said.

Fang Jing put her wine glass back on the bedside table, her eyes fixed on me.

I finished my drink and put the glass on the bedside table as well. I began to recount my and Xinran's painful past, but strangely, I found myself not as heartbroken as I had expected. It was as if I were telling someone else's sad story, with only a faint sense of melancholy from an observer.

"I went to look for her, but I couldn't find her. Actually, it's better not to find her. What difference would it make if I did find her? I couldn't give her what she wanted, so I could only choose to forget her,"

I said, looking at Fang Jing. "The world keeps turning even without anyone, and life goes on. Don't be too sad. Try to think more positively."

"You two loved each other so passionately, and it ended like this?"

Fang Jing asked, somewhat unwillingly.

"It ended. It's very helpless, isn't it?"

I said softly.

"It ended for me too, but I'm not resigned to it. Is marriage destined to be the grave of love?"

Fang Jing looked away and sighed.

Perhaps being together with two people wounded by love, sharing a similar pain, would bring their hearts closer, offering each other some comfort. Fang Jing was no longer as agitated and heartbroken as before.

"Without marriage, love will die without a burial place,"

I said. "Like me, a relationship leaves me with nothing but wounds, not even a way to mourn."

"You're quite the talker. Well said, without marriage, love will die without a burial place,"

Fang Jing said, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me.

"Am I pretty?"

Fang Jing asked abruptly.

"Pretty. Very pretty, not just ordinary pretty,"

I said, looking at her.

"I want a complete end, both emotionally and physically,"

Fang Jing said, her eyes filled with determination, yet tinged with tenderness.

Her words felt strangely familiar, and her desperate yet resolute gaze softened my heart.

Chapter 12 A Night of Ecstasy

"Kiss me,"

Fang Jing said, her tone like that of a child who had just been comforted after being wronged.

I was stunned, looking at Fang Jing for a while. Her eyes held a hint of ambiguity, a hint of hope. No words were needed. My lips moved closer, and Fang Jing closed her eyes. My lips landed on Fang Jing's soft, red lips. Then, things spiraled out of control. She responded passionately, her breath ragged. Her hand hooked around my head, and I could feel her lips ignite like flames.

I gently placed my hands on her shoulders, our heads twisting as we mouthed the words to each other. Her tongue darted in, soft, wet, and hot. My penis hardened instantly, reaching full climax, my glans throbbing slightly.

Her tongue teased my mouth; my masculine energy must have intoxicated her. She thrust her tongue in wild passion, almost completely inside me. She leaned forward, nearly pinning me to the bed. The blanket fell from her upper body, revealing her breasts, which gleamed like jewels under the light. My hand touched them; smooth and soft, my desire surged to a fever pitch.

I was pinned to the bed, and she pressed herself against me, our lips still locked in a passionate kiss. She tightly sucked on my tongue, which had slipped into her mouth, while one hand frantically unbuttoned my shirt, reaching inside to caress my fairly muscular chest. Her breathing became more disordered, and she bit me passionately, making my lips and tongue ache, which only fueled my desire.

I wrapped my arms around her armpits, holding her tightly, and continued our entwined kiss, my whole being energized. And so our lips intertwined, swirling, biting, and sucking, our saliva mingling, filling the air with a sweet fragrance, as if we were lovers who had been together for a long time, passionate and tender.

When Fang Jing's lips left mine, she looked at me closely, then kissed me twice more. Next, she straightened up, took off her belt and skirt, and threw them aside. In a few swift movements, she stripped me naked. I knelt on the bed, my hard penis erect in front of her.

She reached up with her small hand, pushed the foreskin back, exposing the glans. Without hesitation, she took it into her mouth, her lips reaching the middle of the shaft, then slowly pulling back. Her sucking made her cheeks sink in, a tingling sensation making me moan, "Ah, that feels fucking good."

One hand rapidly stroked the shaft, her mouth passionately sucking and holding me, making me feel like I was floating. She would sometimes suck on the glans, sometimes stick out her pink tongue and lick the tip of my penis, and occasionally press my entire penis against her stomach, licking from the scrotum to the glans, then taking the glans into her mouth and twisting and sucking it. This woman's oral sex skills were really good.

Her skillful oral sex made my penis as hard as it could get. She lay down on the bed, looking at me, opened her legs, touched her vagina with one hand, spread her labia with two fingers, and said to me, "Fuck me, fuck me hard. I won't be a widow for that guy anymore, come on! Quick! Fuck me!"

I pounced on her without hesitation, inserting my monstrous penis into her overflowing honey hole. The folds of flesh rolled, a stream of hot liquid enveloped me, and the glans went straight to the deepest point without any resistance. It stubbornly throbbed inside, seemingly growing even larger, and my penis became so hard it hurt. Fang Jing let out a sound, a sound that seemed to be both painful and extremely pleasurable.

I began thrusting rapidly, the air and vaginal fluids inside her being squeezed together, making a squelching sound. I wrapped my arms around her back, pressing her tightly against me, and thrust my hips with all my might, pumping wildly. I was now fucking the cunt of my usually aloof female boss, and this feeling gave me an indescribable sense of satisfaction and excitement.

Soon, Fang Jing's moans turned into extremely excited moans, her two stockinged feet dangling from my back, swinging back and forth. One hand was tightly wrapped around my neck, while the other hand gripped the sheets tightly, crumpling them into a ball.

I thrust in and out with all my might, as if that vagina was something special, making me instinctively move my penis at high speed. Soon I felt Fang Jing's vagina contract rapidly. Her face was flushed, her eyes were tightly closed, and her small mouth was slightly open, wanting to cry out but unable to. With two slightly paused "ahhh" sounds, her body stiffened, and the hand around my neck pressed hard against my neck. She was as still as if suffocating, as if she had experienced a powerful orgasm.

I gently put Fang Jing down, letting her rest comfortably on the pillow. I slightly raised my upper body, stopped thrusting, and simply inserted my penis as deeply as possible, trying to make it as erect as possible to match her orgasm. At the same time, I carefully felt the various changes in her vagina, whether it was contracting, tightening, or rolling. My glans felt like it was in the center of a suction cup, surrounded by warm folds of flesh sucking it in. The wonderful feeling was something you couldn't understand without experiencing it yourself. It was so wonderful that I couldn't describe it. The intense stimulation and pleasure made me let out a long sigh of relief, and sweat appeared on my forehead.

After a long while, Fang Jing opened her eyes, looked at me with a slight smile, and exhaled contentedly, saying, "Wow! The feeling of an orgasm is so wonderful. How long has it been since I felt like this? A year? No, more than a year. I'm so pathetic. I shouldn't have wasted so much time. You're really amazing!"

I smiled at her without saying anything. I continued to thrust my hips, penetrating and withdrawing deeply. The feeling of her wet, fleshy vagina was incredibly pleasurable. She leaned her head against me, cupped my face in her hands, and kissed my lips, biting, kissing, and sucking on me passionately. Her wet tongue darted out, licking my face and wetting my nose. I could smell the hot, moist breath from her tongue, spicy and fragrant.

The thrusting continued, and soon Fang Jing had another orgasm. She groaned, wrapping her limbs tightly around me. A fine layer of sweat covered her body, making her already smooth skin even more slippery. Her nipples, hard and erect, pressed against my chest, squeezing forcefully against my pectoral muscles, which felt incredibly stimulating. Her breathing was short and heavy, each exhale accompanied by a soft moan of "oh" as her body convulsed, sounding like a clear nightingale's song. I had never heard such a cry of climax before; it was utterly intoxicating. Fang Jing

's body gradually softened, and she drifted back from another climax. Suddenly, she tightened her grip on my genitals, her hands gripping my shoulders, forcefully turning my body over. I followed suit, turning back onto the bed, so that Fang Jing was on top and I was on the bottom, but my genitals remained attached.

Fang Jing rode my penis, her hands pressing against my pectoral muscles, thrusting her body up and down forcefully, penetrating deeply. Her breasts were tossed high into the air and then dropped high, a sight that made me both ecstatic and enjoying myself. This resentful woman was really having a good time.

"I haven't felt this good in a long time. Making love feels so good. It makes me forget everything. Thank you so much, Zhao Bo! You make me feel like a woman again, full of energy. Hehe!"

Fang Jing said in a coquettish voice, her face charming and alluring.

"Do you like me? Is it good to make love with me, my dear Zhao Bo?" Fang Jing asked, staring at me with a teasing look on her face. "Look, oh, someone's embarrassed."

Damn, this little slut doesn't seem like a normal person. She's a complete whore in bed. This contrast gives me another surge of excitement.

"I'll fuck you to death tonight. If you can still walk tomorrow, I'll change my name."

I replied irritably.

"Come on, if your thing can still stand up tonight, I'll take your surname tomorrow. Hehe."

Fang Jing laughed lewdly, her lower body thrusting even faster. The pleasure in my penis was endless, and I was about to ejaculate. I groaned several times in pain and extreme pleasure, which made her giggle again.

After laughing, Fang Jing stood on tiptoe, leaned forward slightly, and supported herself on the bed with her hands. She then violently swung her hips, just enough to lift the head of my penis from her vaginal opening. She then thrust down, pounding my penis with maximum force. This frenzied thrusting gave me immense pleasure, but it also made me a little worried. I worried that if she wasn't careful, she might not align her vagina with my penis properly, and it would break. I had to support her hips with both hands, carefully assisting her thrusts so that her vagina perfectly enveloped my penis each time.

A lot of vaginal fluid flowed from Fang Jing's vagina, wetting her pubic hair, forming several wet clumps hanging outside her vaginal opening, still dripping. My pubic hair was also wet, a few strands clinging to the shaft of my penis, entering her vagina with each thrust. This made me feel incredibly lewd. This woman must not have been with a man in a long time; so much vaginal fluid showed how thirsty she was.

Fang Jing not only thrust her hips in and out of my penis for the longest distance, but also occasionally sat down at the base of my penis, twisting her hips forcefully and grinding her penis hard. I could feel my testicles throbbing with the pressure. My penis was being rubbed in all four directions, back and forth, and it felt incredibly good. This woman is pretty good in bed; I wonder how her husband can bear to give her up.

With Fang Jing's twisting and grinding, my penis felt extremely comfortable, and waves of pleasure washed over my nerves. I couldn't help but moan loudly, my eyes fixed on Fang Jing's face. On her extremely pretty face was a satisfied yet lewd smile, and her two large eyes shone with a wolfish light.

While grinding, she leaned down and gave me a passionate, wet kiss on the lips, licking my chin, nose, and forehead twice with her long tongue. Then she straightened up, propped herself up on her heels, and continued to thrust her hips up and down violently again and again. My penis became harder and harder, and waves of pleasure surged from the glans. All the fluid in my scrotum gathered at the glans.

Just as my eyes widened and my penis completed its final, ultimate erection, Fang Jing sensed the change in my penis. She immediately dismounted, lowered her head, and stared intently at my penis. With one hand, she gripped the base of my penis tightly with all her might, and I let out a scream.

Thick streams of semen splattered out. Fang Jing opened her small mouth to block the flow of semen, and her small hand pressed forcefully from the base of my penis upwards to the glans. Once, twice, and again, each upward push caused my semen to gush out of the urethral opening. Damn, does this slut think she's making juice? She's really playing me to death.

When the last two drops of semen were squeezed onto her long, protruding tongue, she curled her tongue and swallowed the semen in her mouth. Then she shook my still-empty penis a couple of times, and her small mouth tightened around the glans, swallowing it deeply to the base. Then she pulled my penis out and continuously sucked and licked the glans, cleaning up the remaining semen. I let out two moans of pleasure, my whole body reaching a peak of ecstasy. This slut is truly a top-notch sex machine.

"Let's see if it can still stand up. You're too green to play with me! Haha."

Fang Jing said with a smug laugh, gently shaking my slowly softening penis.

"You win, I'm scared of you, you're really horny!"

I replied with a laugh.

Fang Jing smiled and pouted her lips again. I sat up on the bed and kissed her again. Damn, my mouth was full of the taste of semen. This shrew, once she lets loose, even a god couldn't stop her.

We kissed for a while before parting our lips, panting heavily.

"Pick me up!"

Fang Jing said coquettishly in my arms.

"You slut, what tricks are you going to play now? I'm a little tired. Let's rest for a bit."

I lay back down on the bed.

"I'm going to take a shower. Don't want to come with me? Fine."

Fang Jing pretended to be angry, her expression extremely seductive.

"Yes! Yes! Of course I'm willing!"

I said quickly, jumping off the bed and scooping Fang Jing's soft body up in my arms. She giggled in my arms, playfully punching my chest twice with her small fists.

"You naughty thing, you got off easy tonight. You made me all sweaty and smelly, look at your sweat, it stinks! You don't want to take a shower? You'll have to sleep on the floor later!"

Fang Jing said with a hint of reproach, her voice incredibly sweet. My bones melted, and my legs went weak, almost causing me to fall.

Damn, so sexy, so sweet, so adorable, I love her to death, she's the best! Hehe, I was secretly delighted.

I carried Fang Jing into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with hot water, and we washed together, cuddling and embracing. She playfully threw soap at me, not stopping until my head and face were covered in it. How could I let her go? I grabbed her and started tickling her waist, ribs, and armpits with my fingers until she was laughing so hard she could barely breathe, begging for mercy. For a moment, the small bathroom was filled with our playful laughter, a scene of sensual, intimate, and utterly intoxicating pleasure.

We took a long, stimulating bath together, until our fingers were wrinkled and white from being soaked in water. Before I could even leave the bathroom door, Fang Jing blocked my mouth with hers. After a brief entanglement, her mouth moved down to my penis, making it large and hard, and another ecstatic sexual encounter began right there at the bathroom door.

After she had finished oral sex, I hoisted one of her legs onto my shoulder, her hands braced against the doorframe, and I entered her from behind. She quickly began moaning wantonly again, repeatedly crying out, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my rotten cunt, oh, yes, harder, oh, so good, so amazing! Fuck me, fuck me to death! Oh, I'm coming!"

Such lewd moans and cries, rising and falling, their wanton and exquisite sounds, invigorated me, and even the pleasure I felt was different from usual. Soon, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her vagina, streams of semen powerfully shooting into the deepest part of her vagina, so powerfully that I could almost feel the droplets splashing back against the vaginal walls.

After Fang Jing scooped out all the semen from her vagina and swallowed it, she stroked my slowly softening penis, humming, "So boring, you shrank back after just a little while."

She looked up at me, gave me a smile, then slapped my limp penis twice with her four fingers together, saying, "Coward. Coward. Let's see if you're still so tough, let's see if you're still so fierce. Hehe, what a cute little brother."

Her playful words actually made my penis immediately aroused, almost becoming erect again, a tingling sensation spreading through it. Damn, this slut really played me to death.

Thankfully, Fang Jing let me go. She went to the bedside table, picked up a wine bottle, poured two glasses of red wine, turned around, and handed one to me, who was right behind her.

She said, "Cheers! To our new life!" She downed her glass in one gulp, put it down, and laughed heartily. I finished my drink too, raised my glass, and laughed with her.

"You rascal, you're lucky. The second man in my life. Not bad, quite tall and strong. His...things, so-so!"

Fang Jing put down her glass, her eyes full of provocation as she said to me.

"You little slut, I'm not a man if I don't knock you out!"

I said, throwing down the glass and lunging at her.

Fang Jing giggled, dodging my grabs. She dodged and weaved, repeatedly escaping my grasp. Then, at the other end of the bedroom, she jumped and danced, humming triumphantly, "Come on, come on, catch me! If you want to do it, come and catch me! Don't tell me your legs are weak and you can't catch me, you're a grown man!"

She then made a face at me, spread her legs, and wiggled her hips. Damn, I couldn't resist such teasing and stimulation; my penis immediately became erect. I pounced on her like a tiger, and although she dodged twice with a laugh, I caught her.

I forced her to kneel on the ground and entered her from behind. She panted and giggled, sticking her little butt out to meet my penis. I inserted it into her vagina, which was already overflowing with fluids again.

"I'll fuck you to death! You dare provoke me? I'll fuck you to death, you slut! I'll fuck your thing to pieces, and see if you dare to do it again!"

I shouted as I brutally pounded into Fang Jing, my movements so rough they were almost deformed.

"Aww—oh—so good, aww—so intense, aww—aww—I'm going to die. Aww—you're going to break me! Aww—slow down! Aww—" Fang Jing screamed loudly, her cries of agony echoing.

"Scream my foot, let's see if you dare to provoke me again."

I ignored her screams, continuing to thrust and pound relentlessly, my penis moving at an extreme frequency, hot and hard like a red-hot iron rod, relentlessly ramming and pounding inside her tender vagina.

Fang Jing started by screaming loudly, then turned into incoherent moans, and finally into a faint, dying groan.

I don't know how long the thrusting lasted, but when Fang Jing stopped making a sound, my penis reached its ejaculation point. Just as the semen was about to gush out, I pulled out my penis, quickly went to Fang Jing, and without hesitation, ejaculated all my semen onto her face, which was resting on her arm. Soon, her face was covered with a large pool of white semen.

Fang Jing's eyes were slightly open, looking at me with a dazed expression, immersed in the orgasm brought on by the brutal fucking.

I triumphantly swung my penis around and laughed, "Can't jump anymore, huh? Let's see if you can still jump. I've finally knocked you down. How was that?"

Fang Jing glared at me, her other hand peeking out from beside one of her breasts, pointing a middle finger at me. Damn, still putting on a brave face? I immediately went over, flipped her over, and was about to insert my still-erect penis back into her vagina.

"Okay, okay, I surrender, okay? Are you really going to fuck me to death? You idiot, I was just playing with you! You don't even care about me. Look how swollen it is down there. If you ruin it, you'll have to pay me back,"

Fang Jing said coquettishly, while shoveling the semen off her face into her mouth.

Hearing her say that, I finally stopped.

After Fang Jing finished collecting and swallowing the semen, she nestled into my arms, resting her head on my chest, and said softly, "Thank you for making me a normal woman again. You're amazing, I'm scared of you."

She then punched my chest twice. Then she said, "I'm tired, hold me. Let's sleep, okay? We can be together anytime you need me, okay?"

I hugged her tightly and said lewdly, "Okay, as long as you don't mind, I'll be there whenever you call. I'm so happy!"

"You're so lucky! You're really getting off easy. Sigh—it seems I can't escape this big pervert, this lecherous scoundrel,"

Fang Jing said to me with a hint of annoyance.

I gently picked Fang Jing up. Her two jade-like hands wrapped around my neck, looking like a little bird nestled against me, making me both love and delighted. Conquering such a woman gave me a real sense of accomplishment. So beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. 12-01

Chapter 13 Boss Asks Me Out

I gently placed Fang Jing on the bed. Fang Jing curled up at the other end of the bed. I pulled the blanket over her and glanced at her exquisite and graceful body, her flawless white back and slightly protruding, alluring spine, which made my heart flutter again. I pulled the covers up and crawled into bed, hugging Fang Jing from behind, my lower body resting against her firm, round buttocks. Her smooth skin almost made my penis erect again.

Soon, Fang Jing's even breathing filled the air; she had fallen asleep. I, who should have fallen asleep immediately, couldn't. The passion I'd shared with Fang Jing reminded me of a saying: marriage is a breeding ground for resentful women, and resentful women are potential factories for producing cuckolds. And today, I had become a catalyst for a cuckold's horns, placing one high on a man's head. I don't know why, but this immoral act somehow thrilled and delighted me. Humans, oh humans, don't want to wear a cuckold's horns themselves, yet they're happy to help others wear them.

Why is that? I can't understand. Perhaps human nature is inherently selfish and cruel.

Fang Jing turned over, her head resting on the shoulder blade of my arm, one leg wrapped around my slightly turned waist, her small hands clasped together on my chest. She was completely relaxed, her face as still as a baby's, her long, dark eyelashes beneath her drooping eyelids, her slightly pouting red lips, and her peaceful, serene sleeping posture all stirred my heart and filled me with tenderness.

No matter how aloof or unapproachable she might seem on a daily basis, like a ship weathered by storms, constantly battling raging waves, she ultimately needed a tranquil harbor. For women, marriage is simply about stability, about having someone to rely on. Yet, many married men fail to understand this, and being cuckolded becomes almost inevitable.

Don't expect a one-night stand with your female boss to bring about a better life for you. Since that night, my life has been like a glass of lukewarm water, occasionally a grain of sugar falling in. For a moment, you can see the sugar dissolve, and it might taste slightly sweet when you drink it, but once the sugar is gone, the lukewarm water is still lukewarm water, and life remains just as bland.

Fang Jing continues to display her strong, independent woman persona at the company, ambitiously pursuing her goal of becoming the company's vice president. I remain an ordinary repairman in the maintenance department. We both have an unspoken understanding, an understanding bordering on estrangement, tacitly avoiding mentioning anything about that night. As for the words spoken during our passionate encounter, perhaps she has forgotten them, or perhaps she regrets them—who knows?

However, when Fang Jing displays her sexy, stockinged feet in her office, intentionally or unintentionally exchanging them without regard for the red, white, or black silk panties she wears, I feel that she hasn't forgotten anything, that she remembers everything. But I have never been to her office alone, nor have I ever spoken to her about anything outside of work. If you develop an unusual relationship with your boss, never believe it's real. You'll only hurt yourself. You and she aren't on the same level, unless she's willing to remove her heavy weight, or you can add an equal weight to yours.

A toad can only eat swan meat if the swan doesn't look down on you, especially when she's weak or needs you. But if you think that swan is yours after one try, and you can eat her again and again, you're being incredibly naive. All you can do is avoid getting involved and quietly wait for the next opportunity. Those who relentlessly pursue and chase after love will end up either heartbroken or completely ruined—it's the most tasteless and foolish thing to do.

Days passed, and the weather grew colder. It was another weekend. When I returned home from the office, I smelled the aroma of sweet and sour pork ribs as soon as I entered the door. No doubt, Sun Qian had arrived. I saw her come out of the kitchen carrying a steaming bowl of soup, carefully placing it on the table. Seeing me, she rubbed her hands together, a happy smile spreading across her face, and said excitedly, "You're back! Come on, dinner's ready. I was just about to call you. I'll go get the bowl."

This morning, Sun Qian called to say she was coming over, but I'd been so busy I'd forgotten. Luckily, a colleague invited me to lunch, but I declined because I wasn't interested. Otherwise, I would have stood Sun Qian up again.

Sun Qian's frequent visits have made the neighbors in the compound think I have a new girlfriend. Sometimes when we go out together, older women ask, "Oh, a new girlfriend?" and I feel awkward, but Sun Qian seems unfazed, even holding my hand tighter.

According to Sun Qian, "Since you don't have a girlfriend right now, I'll sacrifice myself to save face for you." I said, "If you don't find a boyfriend and just keep hanging around here, who will want you in the future?" She replied, "I'm still so young, there's no rush to find a boyfriend, I want to enjoy myself for a few more years." She turned around and advised me, "You should worry about yourself. You should find someone new sooner rather than later. Don't just stare out the window all day without taking the initiative. Do you think a perfect woman will fall from the sky for you?" She added, "If no woman is willing to take you in, I might consider it. Men won't miss you."

I really can't understand some of the things this new generation of girls does, but I quite admire their directness—their willingness to love and hate, their pursuit of what they like, and their abandonment of what they don't, without regard for traditional societal norms, even though it often brings a lot of destruction. As the saying goes, "No destruction, no construction," perhaps a bright future will be paved out because of this.

Sun Qian placed a bowl of soup in front of me. I picked up the spoon, blew on it, and took a loud sip.

"Is it good?"

"Yes, it's good."

I stirred the soup a couple of times with the spoon, then picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, letting out a satisfied "ah."

"Drink slowly, or you'll burn yourself,"

Sun Qian said as she placed a bowl of rice in front of me.

"How about we go clubbing tonight? It's a bit chilly, it'll be better to get some exercise,"

Sun Qian said, taking a bite of her rice.

"Okay. I'll call Lu Youxian, that kid's been gone a long time, I wonder what kind of mischief he's up to now,"

I said, chewing on a piece of pork rib as I reached for my phone.

"How about just the two of us tonight? It's always Lu You, Lu You. I can't stand that lecherous guy,"

Sun Qian said.

"That's just how he is, he can't stand pretty girls. You've been hanging out with him for so long, don't you know? It's okay, that's just his hobby, he doesn't use force to pick up girls. With him around, it'll be more lively, and someone will pay the bill."

As I spoke, I dialed Lu You's number, about to call.

Just then, my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID: Shangguan Yunqing. She was calling me.

I answered. I laughed and said first, "Haha, beautiful lady, are you lonely? Missing me again? Do you want me to come over and keep you company? I won't charge you."

Although I hadn't seen Shangguan Yunqing for a while, we often talked on the phone. Besides asking about Xin Xin, we also chatted about other things. Not seeing each other made me more relaxed, and I didn't hold back anymore. I said all sorts of things, telling jokes, trying to make her happy, and that was a common occurrence. This became the lubricant that helped me get closer to her.

"You damn Zhao Bo, you have no respect for your elder sister! Last time you saw me, you were like a mouse before a cat. Now you've got some nerve! Be careful, I'll tell your boss tomorrow that you don't respect clients enough. One word from me and you'll be in big trouble!"

Shangguan Yunqing replied with a laugh.

"Alright, alright, I won't do it again. If someone as boss-level as you comes to our company and tries to cause trouble, I'll be fired. So, what's up?"

I said, my laughter subsiding.

"Good to know. Are you free tonight?"

"I was just thinking of going out with some friends tonight."

"Oh, is that so? Is everything planned? If possible, I'd like to meet you tonight. Xin Xin will be free when she comes back from her studies in a few days. We can discuss it tonight, you see..." "

Oh, it's nothing serious. We haven't decided on the outing yet. Your business is more important. Name a place, and I'll come over." "

Okay, 8:30, Cloud Top Cafe."

"Okay. I'll come over after I finish eating."

"I'll pick you up. Don't drive that old car of yours. It's cold; you might catch a cold."

"No need. I'll just take a taxi. You'll waste a lot of your time going back and forth."

"That's fine too. I also need to pick up a friend. See you tonight."

"Okay, see you tonight."

I hung up the phone and saw Sun Qian eating her meal as if nothing was wrong.

"You have something to do tonight?"

Sun Qian said.

"Yeah. A client from a company needs to talk to me about something. Tonight I might..."

I said apologetically.

"It's okay, you go about your business. I'll just watch some DVDs here. It's cold outside, I'd better not go out."

Sun Qian took a sip of soup, swallowed it along with her rice, and said.

After dinner, I took a shower, put on my coat, and was about to go out. Sun Qian, who was eating potato chips and watching DVDs on the sofa, jumped off the sofa and ran to me.

She smiled, grabbed my hand, pulled it through the hem of her knitted wool skirt, and pressed it against her crotch. Through the thin black pantyhose, a full, hot vulva entered me easily, and I immediately became aroused. I was about to speak when Sun Qian said triumphantly

, "Guess what's missing." "You're not wearing underwear. You don't like wearing underwear anyway, why do you need to guess? You little slut, are you itchy again?" I said, suppressing my impulse. "You... sigh... I'm not playing with you anymore." Sun Qian let go of my hand, walked back to the sofa, and sat down, very angry that I had misunderstood. I suddenly remembered that when Sun Qian came last week, I was about to take her down in the kitchen when I touched my genitals and the presence of a sanitary napkin dampened my libido by half. "Oh, I know. Right, a sanitary napkin, there aren't any. I guessed right, didn't I?" I said with a sudden realization. "Get lost, don't touch me when you come back tonight, you'll suffocate!" Sun Qian retorted irritably, but a smile involuntarily appeared on her face. "You wait, wait for me after you've washed up, I'll be right back when I'm done, I'm going to fuck all three of your holes tonight. After a week of being a monk, tonight is my first time. Haha," I said with a laugh as I slowly closed the door. Sun Qian, her elbows resting on the armrest of the sofa, was comfortably eating potato chips, her shapely figure swaying back and forth with her stockinged legs, gradually disappearing from my sight as the door closed. Chapter 14 Gong Feihua arrived at the Cloud Top Cafe. I checked my watch, it was 8:25. Luckily, there was traffic on the way, but I wasn't late. The Cloud Top Café is on the top floor of the Jin Mao Tower, a place usually frequented by the wealthy; a regular cup of coffee costs over a hundred yuan. People there aren't just drinking coffee, they're enjoying the atmosphere. I glanced around and quickly spotted Shangguan Yunqing drinking coffee in a window booth. I straightened my collar, took a breath, and walked over. Beside her sat a stylish woman, very beautiful, exuding charm. She seemed a bit older, but upon closer inspection, she didn't appear so. Wearing a white rhinestone-studded halter top, her face, though weathered, possessed a certain elegance and was well-maintained, radiant, and exuding a sense of experience. "Come on in. Have a seat," Shangguan Yunqing said, putting down her teacup. I sat down opposite them. Shangguan Yunqing got up to pour me coffee, leaning forward to bring it to me. Her enormous breasts were pushed right in front of me, the white silk blouse covering them so thin that I could see the outline of a pale white lace bra underneath. Those breasts were truly huge and incredibly elastic; even the slightest movement made them sway. I swallowed hard several times. Big, big, fucking big! Would my hand snap back if I touched them? When I looked away, I noticed the beautiful woman next to Shangguan Yunqing was staring at me. Ugh, she noticed. "This is my good friend, Gong Feihua. She owns a record company and also sells cosmetics," Shangguan Yunqing said, pointing to the woman, adding, as if afraid of not getting my attention, "She's been my friend since childhood." Then, pointing to me, she said, "This is Zhao Bo, a friend I just met. He works at a computer company." The woman and I nodded to each other. Her opening line startled me: "Yunqing often calls you in front of me, and they chat for ages. She's all smiles, like she's drunk honey. Anyone who doesn't know better would think you two are dating. Seeing her so happy makes me a little jealous." She said with a laugh, her voice bright and her pace slow and deliberate, reminiscent of a crow putting on airs in public. "No way, she just talks nonsense. Don't pay her any mind," Shangguan Yunqing said, feigning indifference, her face slightly flushed. "It's all because of a friend, so we've been talking a lot, and for a while," I blurted out, only to realize I'd said the wrong thing. "Oh dear, you haven't even met yet, and you're already calling her a friend. You're quite cunning," Gong Feihua said, clearly caught off guard.

"But you really are just like Xiao Liang. Maybe you'll not only be friends in the future, but also the beginning of a beautiful marriage."

She snapped a cigarette off her lips, lit it with the mouthpiece of a long-stemmed cigarette,

and exhaled a puff. Her words made me feel embarrassed. I was bothered by the fact that I resembled someone. Normally, whether I resembled someone or not wouldn't matter to me; I would just be myself. But that day I was a little out of my mind, and I was moved by the story. Plus, the super boss's seduction was too much for me to handle.

"Alright, alright. Fei Hua, look at what you're saying, you've scared her."

Shangguan Yunqing glared at Gong Fei Hua and said.

"Yunqing didn't tell you I was coming tonight. Didn't she tell you about me?"

She stared intently at me, as if trying to see right through me. She was carefully observing my subtle changes. She continued, "I used to be a madam. Then someone molested me, so I clung to him. He married me, then died, leaving behind a large fortune. Now I live a very happy life."

I tried to calm myself and took a big gulp of coffee. I nodded at her. I'd never met anyone who spoke like that from the start. Her words still surprised me. So she really was an old hag! Now she was a genuine rich woman. That worldly air came from the world of courtesans. Her sharp, piercing eyes, compared to Shangguan Yunqing's wisdom and brightness, were more unsettling, carrying a cold, dark, and sinister aura. Damn, why was she looking at me like she was picking out meat at the market?

"I've seen plenty of men and women. You, I think, are quite the ladies' man. But many women like your type—masculine, seemingly upright, but actually quite cunning. Looks like quite a few beauties have fallen for you."

Gong Feihua bluntly defined me, the naive girl in her eyes. Damn, one barrage after another, and all I can do is listen; I can't really refute it.

"But I think only someone like you can handle Xin Xin."

She exhaled another puff of smoke, then turned to Shangguan Yunqing and said, "I have no objections. This guy is pretty good; it all depends on Xin Xin's fate. I was a little worried before, but not anymore."

I'm dizzy. I came here tonight to be inspected, wearing clothes but being seen naked.

"Look at you. You made me uncomfortable as soon as you arrived. Come on, have some coffee. Let's chat slowly."

Shangguan Yunqing licked the coffee from my cup.

Just then, Gong Feihua's phone rang next to her coffee cup. She picked it up and answered, switching to a very flirtatious tone, saying, "Playing mahjong! Playing for money is no fun. How about taking your clothes off? I'm outside having coffee with friends right now. You guys take your clothes off first, and I'll help you put them back on when we get back."

She giggled, her face full of lewdness, her two large breasts trembling, almost bursting out. So slutty, so incredibly slutty.

"It was a group of my friends calling,"

she said, hanging up the phone. "These guys are having a wild time, saying they're going to strip me naked and take nude photos. I have no interest in those old men. Young men these days are much better—they're good at talking and they're strong enough."

She noticed my embarrassment and laughed, "Okay, okay, I was just kidding. Look, Zhao Bo's face is all red. Oh, he's still such a naive guy."

I felt a little awkward and annoyed by Gong Feihua's frankness, my face burning. I really didn't know what to say. In my heart, I cursed, "Damn, what a shameless woman! Whether she's mature or not is debatable, but she's definitely got that flirtatious edge. She dares to say anything. I'll find a chance to teach her a lesson someday, then let's see if she still calls me innocent."

"You're quite handsome; every woman likes you,"

Gong Feihua said, staring at me again. "Not only are you masculine, but you also have a touch of aloofness, a melancholic air in your eyes, but that can't hide your mischievous nature—those are killer moves for beauties. You're not the same type as Xiao Liang."

"Why do you keep bringing up Xiao Liang? Honestly, he's someone else. What's the point of comparing?"

Shangguan Yunqing said, somewhat annoyed.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. Next time, bring Xin Xin to my shop to get some cosmetics for her; every girl likes them. I recently spent over a million on renovations; the environment is very nice."

She said it calmly, without any boasting.

"By the way, Zhao Bo, I'm going shopping tomorrow; let's go together,"

Shangguan Yunqing said, looking at me.

"Shopping? It's inconvenient for a grown man like me to go with you,"

I said, somewhat surprised.

"What do you mean 'inconvenient'? Let's go have some fun together. It'll keep my older sister company and help her relax,"

Shangguan Yunqing said, her eyes sparkling with charm. "Why don't you want to? You kept saying on the phone that you'd come with me, and now you're hesitating?"

"Okay. I'll go with you tomorrow,"

I said. Every minute I could spend with such a beautiful woman was precious.

"And me too! What do you mean? We're the ones who really put Zhao Bo on our toes, how could we leave me out?"

Gong Feihua said with a smile.

"Look at you. You just said you were busy, but you changed your mind as soon as you saw him. Is it because Zhao Bo is handsome that you want to interfere? I'm warning you, no way!"

Shangguan Yunqing said, pointing at Gong Feihua.

"So what if I like him? These days it's all about mutual consent. As long as two people are willing, even the Emperor himself can't stop them..."

I couldn't hear the rest of what they were saying.

I realized they weren't really shopping for themselves; their real target was me. My entire outfit—suit, trousers, belt, underwear, and smelly socks—cost less than a few dollars. It was truly pathetic for a date with a girl. But if I really wanted to splurge, my wallet would be empty, and even that wouldn't be enough. I felt a little embarrassed.

"Tomorrow, I'm going on a big shopping spree. Of course, it's also for Zhao Bo. Since he promised to do the work I gave him, he needs to act like he's doing his job. I'll cover everything,"

Shangguan Yunqing said loudly, clearly seeing my predicament.

"No need, I'll buy a better suit myself tomorrow. I can afford it,"

I quickly replied.

"How can you not? You're accepting a job, so of course you have to follow my instructions. We agreed last time; you can't go back on your word,"

Shangguan Yunqing said enthusiastically, as if she were begging me.

I had no choice but to remain silent.

The three of us chatted casually, and gradually I relaxed, flirting, telling dirty jokes, and sharing some of my friends' embarrassing stories. Watching the two beautiful women laugh so hard they were breathless made me happy too. Gong Feihua's unbelievable antics were quite an eye-opener. This woman wasn't very old, but she was like a thick book, very worth reading. The charm she exuded in her words and actions was comparable to Shangguan Yunqing's, and she possessed a unique allure born from experience.

Our chat ended with another phone call from Gong Feihua's friend urging us to leave. Shangguan Yunqing paid the bill, and he and Gong Feihua put on their coats. Then the three of us headed to the elevator.

Midway, Shangguan Yunqing said she needed to use the restroom and told Gong Feihua and me to go down first. Gong Feihua said she would go with her, so I stood idly by the elevator. After two minutes, I also felt the need to use the restroom and went over. As I passed the women's restroom, I heard Shangguan Yunqing and Gong Feihua talking inside.

I slowed my pace.

"...He has no problem in that area. That day at dinner with me, I deliberately gave him a little treat, and you saw his tent, it was really high. He kept going to the bathroom, it was hilarious,"

Shangguan Yunqing said with a laugh.

Oh my god, was she talking about me? So she can see through all my dirty secrets! I was so careful that day, I even deliberately put the menu on my crotch, but she still found out. Ugh, I'm so embarrassed!

"A beauty like you, when it comes to seduction, I don't think any man in the world can resist, except for one person, Xiao Liang. Back then, you were utterly smitten with Xiao Liang, but unfortunately, you were only interested in him, and he was indifferent. Like Wu Song, no matter how Pan Jinlian tempted him, he remained unmoved; truly a man of principle. Now a second Xiao Liang has appeared, I don't believe you have no feelings,"

I heard Gong Feihua say.

"What are you talking about? He and Xiao Liang aren't the same type of person. Besides, I'm engaged, so it's impossible. I just want Xin Xin to be normal now, otherwise I'll never have peace of mind for the rest of my life."

"If you hadn't considered Xin Xin's feelings back then, I don't think it would have been impossible for you and Xiao Liang to be together. You just silently tried to matchmake them, watching them be happy while secretly shedding tears yourself. Don't even mention your current engagement; I don't think it's a good match at all. Think about it, Zhao Sanqiang and you only got together because of your parents' wishes. Putting aside the foundation of your relationship, he's currently alone on the other side of the ocean, studying for a PhD for two more years. He's young, handsome, and from a wealthy family. Can he really suppress his desires for two years?"

"What's wrong with two years? If I can do it, he should be able to too. Doesn't he come back every year during his holidays?"

"What's the use of him coming back? You still won't give him up; no man could stand that. You really don't understand men at all. You're not young anymore; I advise you to take advantage of these last two years and find someone you love to have a good time. Life is short! Even if you remain chaste for him, he won't thank you."

"You're getting more and more absurd. Don't assume everyone is like you just because of your own bleak marriage. Doesn't true love and lifelong commitment exist in this world?"

Shangguan Yunqing argued, her voice lacking confidence.

"Oh dear, you really are just a donkey that only knows how to work hard, you don't even know when you've been sold out. Men like women like you. They indulge in debauchery themselves, but can't stand seeing their women cheat on them. Never mind what I said, you'll understand later,"

Gong Feihua said somewhat anxiously.

"I think Zhao Bo is pretty good, much more interesting than Xiao Liang. If Xin Xin doesn't feel anything for him, then you should go for it. What does it matter if you're well-matched in terms of social status or your parents' opinions? Are those things more important than your own happiness? You should weigh it yourself. Don't say I can't tell, every time you talk to him on the phone, you quietly savor the memory for a long time afterward. Since Xiao Liang, I haven't seen you get this close to any other man. His lame dirty jokes make you so happy. Before, you wouldn't even listen to them,"

Gong Feihua said, reverting to her previous tone.

"You... Ugh, I'm not talking to you anymore. You keep trying to instill these kinds of ideas in me, and if you say another word, I'll get angry!"

Shangguan Yunqing said, both angry and anxious. "And you, don't you ever think about yourself? You always see men as so bad. Is there really no one you can truly trust? It must be pretty boring for a woman to be like this."

"Oh, you're bringing this on me again. Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. Look, you're lecturing me again. I don't care anymore, figure it out yourself. I'm doing this for your happiness, after all,"

Gong Feihua said irritably.

So the super boss has such a hidden past. He actually... has feelings for me? This... how could this be? How is this possible? I was so engrossed in listening that I forgot to go to the bathroom.

When Shangguan Yunqing and Gong Feihua appeared at the bathroom door at the same time, I snapped out of my daze. Seeing their slightly surprised expressions, I acted as if I had just arrived, deliberately remaining calm as I said, "I noticed you two haven't come out for a while. I was in a hurry to pee, so I came to use the restroom too. I'll be done soon, you can go down first."

Without daring to look back, I quickly walked into the restroom.

After using the restroom, I took the elevator downstairs, where Shangguan Yunqing had already parked her car. I got in and sat down, and she slowly drove onto the driveway. The flickering streetlights cast shadows on her face as she stared thoughtfully at the road ahead, focused on driving. I was also thinking about what I had just heard, and remained silent.

In the ensuing silence, the car stopped downstairs at my building. We said goodbye, and to show that I hadn't changed much, I made a few jokes. Seeing her smile as always, I finally felt relieved.

Watching her drive away from the gate of the courtyard, I went upstairs.

I opened the door; the lights were off, and my phone showed it was already past 1 a.m. I groped my way into the bedroom; Sun Qian was already fast asleep. I quietly stripped down to my underwear, got into bed, and slipped under the covers. Damn, this girl really does sleep naked every time! Her smooth skin stirred me again, and my lower body immediately reacted, but I held back. Sun Qian sensed my return, snuggled into my arms, glanced at me sleepily, and mumbled, "Why are you so late… I'm so sleepy…" before falling back asleep.

Whether intentional or unintentional, real or fake, Shangguan Yunqing definitely has feelings for me, or at least doesn't dislike me. If this beauty really became my wife, wow, I can't even imagine the happiness. But is that really possible? Will such a wonderful thing really happen to me? Those huge, bouncy breasts, those sheer, sexy stockings, those incredibly alluring panties—my god, just looking at them makes me so happy I could die! If I actually had them, I'd be drowning in a sugar pot!

In a mix of fear and sweetness, I fell asleep, even in my dreams feeling a smile on my face.

When I put on my socks in the morning, I laughed at my thoughts from yesterday; they seemed so far away.

Like a smelly sock that could never be placed next to a high-fashion outfit. People might see me, but they might be thinking of someone else entirely.

Sun Qian and I finished breakfast at a dumpling shop. Sun Qian said there was a sports meet at school today and insisted I go with her. I said I had important things to do and was busy all day. "I knew you wouldn't have time. Well, I won't stop you from picking up girls; I'll find a handsome guy to go with me,"

Sun Qian said and left. Sigh, how did this girl know I was going to meet a beauty today?

Back in my room. It was still early, so I idly glanced at the news. I saw that when Hillary Clinton went to meet her lover Sarkozy, she even lost her shoes on the steps. That old woman's black-stockinged feet were quite nice; her husband was an intern, and she was the president—at least on a higher level. Actually, countries are connected by sexual relationships; it's not a matter of you having sex with me or me having sex with you. The only difference is who commits the rape or is raped. Some rapes are silent, while some victims shout that they enjoyed it.

Chapter 15: An Unpleasant Shopping Trip

When Shangguan Yunqing and I arrived at the most bustling and fashionable shopping street, Gong Feihua was already waiting there wearing huge sunglasses. When I saw the two women, who usually wore high heels, wearing flats, I was overwhelmed. It seemed I had to prepare for a long and arduous journey.

After a few polite words, the two women happily started shopping, like fish diving into the sea. However, after visiting countless shops, they just looked around, picked up items, and put them down again, without buying anything. They didn't even ask for my opinion; compared to the dazzling array of goods, I became invisible.

Always find something to do. The key to shopping without getting tired is to let your mind wander. Every time I enter a store, I first scan the sales staff. If they're pretty, I look closely, appreciating their individual charms. If the staff aren't pretty, I count the stockinged feet of the women walking in. This is a pair of stockinged feet wearing boots, that's a pair of stockinged feet in seven-inch heels—those heels will kill you! Compared to

other parts of the body, looking at feet is safer; don't say I didn't teach you. I was staring at a swaying, fat buttock, swallowing hard, when someone turned around and yelled, "What are you looking at? Go home and look at your mother's to your heart's content!" I looked up and saw a yellow-toothed, long-faced old dinosaur—I almost threw up.

After two hours of shopping, these two women still hadn't bought anything. Following them, I wandered around until we reached a relatively quiet, exquisitely decorated shop. I didn't even look at the signs on the door; I just went inside. The store was huge, with several floors, including a VIP room on the second floor, but business was terrible; there were only a handful of people.

"President Gong, General Manager Shangguan. Long time no see! Please come upstairs! We have a new batch of products arriving recently, come and take a look."

A young woman, clearly different from the ordinary shop assistants, with striking good looks, greeted Shangguan Yunqing and Gong Feihua with a beaming smile. She must be the store manager.

"Zhao Bo, you can look around downstairs first, and take whatever you like. I'll go upstairs to discuss some things, and I'll come down later to look around with you,"

Shangguan Yunqing said to me.

"Oh, go ahead. You didn't buy what you wanted, did you? Go ahead, don't worry about me,"

I said. I was thinking they were going to buy lingerie, and they wouldn't let me come along.

Shangguan Yunqing and Gong Feihua followed the woman upstairs with smiles on their faces. I heard the female manager in front say, "...I was just planning to go over and talk to you two about the endorsement matter last time, and it's a coincidence that you two are here today..."

So it really was some business. I wandered aimlessly downstairs, looking around. When I reached the men's clothing section, behind a cluster of clothes, I saw a familiar figure. Looking closer, it was Fang Jing. She was also buying clothes, men's clothes, too. Strange, had she reconciled with her husband?

"Miss, could you help me buy a men's suit? I don't know what styles are popular now, could you give me some advice?"

Fang Jing said to a saleswoman in front of her.

"What age is it for? Formal or casual?"

the saleswoman asked with a smile.

"Around twenty-five or twenty-six. Something casual, I guess,"

Fang Jing replied.

"Oh, how about this one? A Versace suit, with smooth lines and exquisite details. I think the man you mentioned would look very dashing in it. And this style is very unique."

The saleswoman picked up a camel-hair suit and held it up in front of Fang Jing.

"This one is not bad, but is it a bit too flashy?"

Fang Jing said.

"No, look at this color, it's quite understated. The style and cut are mainly designed to showcase a man's masculinity; it will definitely make you look very rugged and manly,"

the saleswoman continued.

Fang Jing turned to look at another row of men's clothing, hoping to find something even better. She quickly spotted me.

"Zhao Bo?"

Fang Jing's expression was surprised, somewhat embarrassed and flustered, but she tried her best to hide it.

"You... what are you doing here?"

Fang Jing said, her voice trembling with panic, like a child caught doing something wrong.

Is it really necessary? Why is she so nervous about seeing me? It's just a chance encounter.

"Manager Fang, what a coincidence! I came to buy things with a friend. She went upstairs, and I just happened to run into you while browsing downstairs,"

I said. My gaze swept over Fang Jing's slender figure, her complexion rosy, her lips red; it seemed she was in a good mood lately.

"Oh, you've come at the right time. Come here for a moment,"

Fang Jing said, her tone returning to normal.

I walked over. She immediately held up the suit she'd just worn to me.

"Try this suit on and let me see,"

Fang Jing said, a happy smile on her face.

"I..."

I was puzzled. "Is this for your husband? Why didn't you ask him to come along?"

Fang Jing looked a little embarrassed. Her expression changed slightly, and she said angrily, "Just try it on! What does that jerk have to do with this? Don't mention him in front of me again."

"Ah... oh, I'll try it on, but I'm afraid my figure won't fit the person you're buying it for."

I felt a surge of resentment. She and her husband had already made such a fuss, and I had to bring it up again. My ability to read people is really terrible.

"Hurry up, stop nagging. If it fits you, it'll fit him too,"

Fang Jing urged.

"Okay."

I didn't say anything more, took the suit into the fitting room, but I was wondering why it fit me but he did.

I quickly changed into the suit, looked in the mirror, and oh my god. Is that me in the mirror? Looking quite presentable, actually rather handsome! This nobody has suddenly become several levels above me, looking both energetic and stylish. When I have money, I'll get a few sets to wear too; these clothes are really nice.

I was starting to adore the clothes, but then I looked at the tag—holy crap, 26,800 yuan! These few pieces of fabric are worth that much? Isn't this a rip-off? I wanted to buy it, but even if I didn't eat or drink for a year, I couldn't afford it.

I felt a huge blow to my confidence.

With a sigh, I adjusted my collar, checked it over, and seeing no problems, I walked out of the fitting room.

Fang Jing was already standing gracefully at the door, waiting there. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and

after looking me up and down, a satisfied smile spread across her face. She happily said, "I'll take this one. Zhao Bo, does it fit you well? Is it too tight or too loose?" She came over and adjusted my collar, sleeves, and shoulders, carefully examining the clothes for any flaws. She was so close, and I smelled that familiar woman's scent again. My heart fluttered, and her delicate, nail-painted fingers roamed over my body, making me feel hot and restless. I was so intoxicated that I almost stopped breathing.

"Not too tight, not too loose, just right. If the person you're buying this for is about the same size as me, it should fit them well,"

I said to Fang Jing with a smile, trying to distract myself.

"Very good, it fits you perfectly, it brings out your spirit and energy. Okay, I'll take this one. Please wrap it up for me, miss,"

Fang Jing said with satisfaction.

She bought a suit worth over 20,000 yuan without batting an eye. But for her, who earns millions a year, it's like us spending a hundred or two.

I went into the fitting room, changed, and came out. I handed the suit to the sales assistant, asking her to wrap it up. Fang Jing took out a card and handed it to the sales assistant, asking her to swipe it.

Fang Jing's gaze remained fixed on me, making me a little uncomfortable. I could only look at the shelves full of clothes that I couldn't afford at all.

"Did you come with your girlfriend?"

Fang Jing asked casually,

"What? I don't have a girlfriend right now. It's just a friend I recently met."

I didn't dare say it was Shangguan Yunqing. Shangguan has business dealings with our company, and Fang Jing should know her. If she asked, it would be a hassle to explain.

Fang Jing wanted to press further. Just then, the saleswoman brought over the suit in a delicate bag and handed it to her.

"Zhao Bo. Come here,"

Fang Jing said with a smile.

I walked over. I smiled back and said to her, "Manager Fang, is there anything else? I still have time if you want to try on more."

"No. This suit is a gift for you. Take it."

Fang Jing looked at me gently, her face slightly flushed, and handed me the suit.

I was momentarily stunned. What was going on? Fang Jing was giving me a suit? I said somewhat flusteredly, "No need, I...I...how could I accept such an expensive gift? I can't accept something I haven't done right, I'd feel uneasy."

"Who said you haven't done anything right? Last time I threw up all over you in my room, so I'm buying you a suit as compensation for that one. I haven't even apologized to you personally yet! You took me home when I was drunk, and I haven't properly thanked you. Take it, thank you for your help last time,"

Fang Jing said with a smile, her eyes shining brightly.

"Didn't you have the logistics department send me a new uniform the next day? I really can't accept it, it's too expensive, I..."

I continued to decline.

"Just take it, don't let my good intentions go to waste. I just wanted to thank you. This is the first time I've gone to such lengths to choose something for a man, don't disappoint me,"

Fang Jing said, raising her voice and shoving the suit into my hands.

Then, she approached me and whispered in my ear, "If you don't accept it, believe me, I'll make things difficult for you. Zhao Bo, just give in to me, I'll be very happy."

The first half of her sentence carried a hint of sternness, half-serious, while the second half was tender and ambiguous to the extreme.

I was stunned, my heart pounding wildly. A work uniform worth a few dozen yuan, exchanged for a suit worth tens of thousands of yuan—unless… could it be… oh my god, things have gotten out of hand?

I would never have accepted the suit, but Fang Jing's gentle expression and ambiguous tone easily melted my heart, leaving me feeling weak and languid, as if in a dream. I stupidly accepted the suit. She was being so kind, I couldn't be ungrateful, so I decided to take it.

Seeing that I no longer refused, Fang Jing smiled happily, which seemed a little too happy to me.

Fang Jing said she wanted to invite me to dinner, but I didn't have time. So she said goodbye with some disappointment and went home by herself.

I walked Fang Jing to the store entrance. Just then, a man and a woman entered through the door, embracing. The man was Fang Jing's husband. The woman was young, with a seductive, foxy look, quite attractive, and heavily made up.

But it was obvious she was an ill-mannered woman; her emotions were readily apparent. Upon seeing Fang Jing and me, her eyes blazed with hatred. She jumped in front of Fang Jing, pointing and shouting, "Oh, who do you think it is? Did I step in dog poop? So you're that bitch who won't let Jianhua go! Openly flirting with that pretty boy in broad daylight! No wonder Jianhua dumped you. Keeping a gigolo and still clinging to Jianhua, are you in a hurry to find someone to take you in, you slut? There's no woman as shameless as you!"

Hearing this, I saw Fang Jing's face flush with anger, tears welling in her eyes, but she forced them back. Fang Jing retorted angrily, not to be outdone, "Who are you calling a whore? Who are you calling a slut? Everyone in the world can call me a whore, but not you. You slutty vixen, you seduced my husband, and now you're turning around and biting me! I've never seen such a shameless person. You slut, you whore!" "

Who are you calling a whore, you whore? I'll tear you apart today! You rotten woman, you're ruining my and Jianhua's happy life!"

Hearing Fang Jing dare to fight back, the woman became enraged, broke free from Fang Jing's husband's arm, and lunged at Fang Jing, her hand raised high in the air.

Damn, this woman isn't that hot-tempered, is she? She's about to hit someone after only three words.

I rushed in front of Fang Jing, reached out a hand, firmly grabbed the woman's arm, glared at her fiercely, and forcefully pushed her away. The woman stumbled, almost falling. Fang Jing's husband caught her.

"I'm warning you, show some respect. Don't act like a shrew, cursing in the street. You have no manners."

I was furious when I saw she dared to hit Fang Jing.

"You...you pretty boy, how dare you push me? What's your relationship with Fang Jing? You're so young. There are plenty of women in the world. It's not worth it for a 'second-hand' woman like that."

The woman stood still and continued to glare at me angrily.

"What's wrong with a 'second-hand' woman? I like 'second-hand' women. She's a hundred times, a million times prettier than you in my eyes. Look at your slutty face, your face looks like a monkey's butt. It disgusts me."

I said loudly. I knew that to deal with a shrew like this, I had to overpower them with my presence and not give them any chance.

"Right, my future wife? No matter how long you hang around with that guy, I'll wait for you."

I deliberately put my arm around Fang Jing's waist intimately and stood very close to her. Then, facing the woman who was practically jumping up and down in anger, I continued firmly, "I'm going to marry Fang Jing! You'd better watch your mouth from now on, or don't blame me for being impolite." "

And you, if you ever dare to lay a hand on Fang Jing again, I won't be polite to you either."

I went all in, even warning Fang Jing's husband.

I saw Fang Jing's husband's face turn red and then white. The woman pointed at me, almost speechless, managing only a forced groan, "...You...you, Fang Jing, you've got a powerful backer now, huh? I won't let you get away with

this..." Her momentum clearly weakened, and she was dragged away by Fang Jing's husband. At this moment, Fang Jing's body went limp and she collapsed into my arms. I had to hand the bag I was carrying to the female shop assistant who was standing nearby, and then help Fang Jing out the door. Turning a corner, beside Fang Jing's car, Fang Jing hugged me tightly, tears streaming down her face, sobbing in my arms. I gently stroked her hair and patted her back, trying to comfort her.

After a while, Fang Jing finally raised her head, left my embrace, wiped away her tears, composed herself, and said to me, "Thank you, thank you for helping me so much. Thank you for giving me a warm shoulder when I needed it most. I'm leaving now."

She opened the car door, got in, started the car, and drove off, disappearing into the traffic.

I walked back into the store and saw Shangguan Yunqing, Gong Feihua, and the store manager already sitting on the sofa at the entrance. It seemed the commotion had attracted them. Shangguan Yunqing and Gong Feihua looked somewhat unfriendly, not as relaxed as before. Had they seen what I had done? My heart tightened, but I forced myself to go over.

"Zhao Bo, let's go upstairs,"

Shangguan Yunqing said.

I followed Shangguan Yunqing and Gong Feihua up to a VIP room on the second floor. Gong Feihua dismissed two female employees, leaving just the three of us in the VIP room. We sat around a small round glass table.

"Yunqing is too shy to ask, so I'll explain."

Gong Feihua said, "We all saw and heard what you said just now. We want to know what your relationship is with your boss, Fang Jing."

Sure enough, they had seen what happened in the store, and they were now in a real bind. Explaining this was going to be a real headache.

"We're still just boss and subordinate,"

I said.

"Boss and subordinate? I don't think so. We heard everything you said just now,"

Gong Feihua said again.

"You all saw it too, Fang Jing's husband and his lover bullying her like that. Seeing her boss almost beaten up, she was so angry she was about to cry. I only did that to vent her anger. We're really not like that. Fang Jing may not take what I said seriously, and she shouldn't take it seriously,"

I said.

"Are you and Fang Jing really just in a normal boss and subordinate relationship? Then how do you explain the suit she bought for you? A boss giving a subordinate clothes worth tens of thousands of yuan, I don't think it's that simple,"

Gong Feihua stared at me, a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

So the shop assistants had told them about Fang Jing giving me the suit too.

"It's like this, Fang Jing felt she owed me a favor. Although I didn't think it was anything special, she bought me a suit as a thank you. It's that simple,"

I said, but I was annoyed and frustrated by Gong Feihua's persistent questioning. Damn it, who do you think you are to ask me this?

"Can you tell me what kind of favor made her treat you like this?"

Gong Feihua continued, swinging her legs and tapping her fingers on the glass tabletop.

I was getting angry and said, "I'm sorry, this involves my personal privacy, please forgive me for not being able to tell you."

"That means you and Fang Jing have an unusual relationship."

Gong Feihua stopped tapping her fingers and stared at me as she continued.

"Think what you want."

I said.

"Alright, Feihua, stop making things difficult for her. If she doesn't want to talk about it, then don't ask anymore."

Shangguan Yunqing stopped Gong Feihua from the side.

"Yunqing, it's better to ask some things clearly. You should just leave it alone."

Gong Feihua ignored Shangguan Yunqing and continued to say to me, "Zhao Bo, you know why we're asking you. Right now, your relationship with your boss is ambiguous, and we want to get to the bottom of things. I don't want Xinxin to get entangled in a bunch of messy matters."

I was even angrier, but I chose to remain silent.

"Alright, I'd like to have you sign an agreement that during your relationship with Xin Xin, you won't have any ambiguous relationships with other women."

Gong Feihua stared intently at me, then slowly continued, "If you agree, you won't lose out. I'll give you 1 million as compensation."

My temper flared up instantly. I stood up and said to Gong Feihua, "I'm sorry, President Gong, I'm not so lowly as to sell myself. I've never even met this Xin Xin you're talking about. I offered to help her out of respect for Yun Qing and for the family of a martyr. I didn't want anything from her. But I won't sell myself to help her. Perhaps you don't approve of my valuing of my feelings, but that's my business, and you have no right to interfere. I'm sorry, you should find someone else."

With that, I turned and walked towards the door. Shangguan Yun Qing got up to pull me back, but Gong Feihua stopped her. Just then, I heard Gong Feihua's voice behind me: "Zhao Bo, aren't you going to reconsider? Maybe Xin Xin will be just as unable to accept you as other men, even after just one meeting. Then you'll get a million just by meeting her once."

I stopped, turned my head, and coldly glanced at Gong Feihua out of the corner of my eye, saying, "Then go ahead and throw that million at her. Maybe Xin Xin's illness will be cured. Don't waste it on a nobody like me who doesn't know what's good for her. I'm not going to serve you anymore."

I swallowed my anger, ignored them, and hurriedly walked out of the shop. The street was bustling with people, and the noisy commotion helped to dissipate my depressed mood somewhat. I took a few deep breaths to clear my head. That atmosphere just now almost suffocated me.

Damn it, Gong Feihua, who does she think she is? Does money make her a boss? I'm not giving a damn about her. Will Shangguan Yunqing stop talking to me because of this? Forget it, it had nothing to do with her anyway. Even if we're like strangers now, I haven't lost anything. December 1st,
Chapter 16: The Climax Under the Bald Willow

. My phone rang several times, all from Shangguan Yunqing, but I didn't answer.

I wandered aimlessly through the streets. I thought nothing would happen, that this matter would soon fade from my mind. But I was wrong. I kept avoiding it, kept shifting my attention, but Gong Fei's 1 million still deeply hurt me, like a sharp knife stabbing into my chest. She reminded me of Xinran's 300,000. I didn't have 300,000, so Xinran left, leaving without a second thought. Today, someone offered 1 million to buy me, which I refused. I so desperately crave money, so desperately want to be bombarded with bundles of RMB one day. Because money once meant love to me, but when a pile of money was placed before me, I gave it up for my pride. Is my pride more important than love?

I don't know, I don't know what's wrong with me. I suddenly felt an urge to cry, but I couldn't. I squatted on the pedestrian overpass, burying my face in my hands, making a crying gesture, but no sound came out, no tears fell, my throat was dry, and I only managed a barely audible sob.

In the eyes of the hurried passersby, I was just another nameless fool in this city.

I thought I was normal, but in reality, I was deeply numb without even realizing it. I could admire women, feel lust for them, and even have sex with them, but I couldn't make myself fall in love with them. Even women like Shangguan Yunqing, and the subtle affection I felt for Fang Jing, couldn't truly move me. I always refused to think about these things; as soon as such a thought appeared, I would nip it in the bud without hesitation. My love had taken deep root in Xinran's tree, and with her departure, it was uprooted, leaving not a trace of soil behind.

That night, when I returned to my dormitory, I realized I had walked through many streets and alleys, completely forgetting to eat. I found two expired instant noodles in the cupboard, mixed them with hot water, and ate them haphazardly. The steaming noodles left me with terrible breath and a churning stomach. I drank some alcohol to wash away the taste, pulled the covers over myself, and tried to fall asleep. Sleepiness started to appear, then quickly amplified until I lost consciousness and drifted off.

When the memory of Gong Fei spending that million yuan, which had hurt me, became a shameful mark etched in my mind,

I decided to stop fantasizing and live my life honestly. I didn't go back to get the suit Fang Jing had given me, and my contact with her remained within normal boundaries. One day, Sun Qian came to find me at the company entrance. We happily hailed a taxi. After getting in, I looked towards the company building entrance and saw Fang Jing slowly walking out, her gaze following our taxi, her face thoughtful and slightly dazed.

I didn't answer Shangguan Yunqing's calls until she came to the company to find me. I declined her invitation to dinner; it wasn't her fault, really, no one was at fault, and there was no need for endless apologies. I saw her departing figure, somewhat lonely, with a hint of disappointment, surrounded by a group of stunned colleagues. Perhaps Shangguan Yunqing didn't understand why I refused; I didn't know myself either. It was just an instinctive rejection of something not on my level. I felt inferior. Anything or anyone that sparked unrealistic fantasies hurt me, and connected me to Xinran. My heart was fragile, teetering on the brink of collapse.

That afternoon, at my workbench, I carefully erased the gold contacts of a memory stick with an eraser. As I erased, the oxide layer thinned until the golden metal was revealed. I blew away the remaining eraser residue and rubbed it with my hand. I noticed a colleague beside me; his surprised gaze lingered behind me. I turned around and saw Gong Feihua, dressed in a black business suit, her hair pulled back high, her makeup perfectly applied, her slender, almost excessively white neck highlighting her noble and dazzling beauty. The air was thick with the unpleasant smell of electrical appliances; a colleague's soldering iron was pressed against rosin, its scent mingling with the rising smoke, but unable to mask the fragrance emanating from Gong Feihua.

She looked at me and said, "Could you give me a few minutes?"

I silently put down the memory stick I was holding and followed her out of the repair shop. Outside the company gate, across the street, we sat down facing each other in a coffee shop across the street. Gong Feihua ordered two coffees, which were quickly brought to us.

She silently watched me, hoping to glean something from my indifferent expression. She took a sip of coffee, placed the cup on the saucer, and said, "I came today to talk to you about what happened last time..."

"No need to say anything more,"

I interrupted Gong Feihua. "You're right, I did have an ambiguous relationship with Fang Jing, and I didn't tell the truth that day. It wasn't appropriate for me to see Xue Xinxin, and you had your reasons for doing so. Let's leave it at that." With

that, I stood up, picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, put the cup down, and said, "Thank you for the coffee. I have work to do, so I'll go back now."

I turned and left. Under Gong Feihua's somewhat surprised gaze, I left the coffee shop.

My days returned to their mundane routine, so mundane that I felt empty, so empty that even my casual affair with Sun Qian couldn't resist.

I was bored, bored with everything, utterly bored, my diary filled with meaningless sentences. This mental state made me uneasy; I always felt I needed to find something to do, or that something was about to happen.

Lu You's current girlfriend, Zhao Li, because of Lu You, was becoming very close to one of Lu You's friends, Da Liu. Lu You and Da Liu were close mainly because neither of them had a job and spent their days idly. The only difference was that Lu You had money to spend, while Da Liu had none and didn't even have a girlfriend. By hanging out with Lu You, Da Liu could at least get some free meals and drinks.

Da Liu's real name was Liu Fei. I wasn't particularly close to him, and I didn't know much about his background. I heard he used to be the guitarist in a band, and after a disagreement, he fired the other band members and the company. His head was several sizes larger than average, and he had long, flowing hair

. Whenever he had free time, he would play a Fender electric guitar, and his skill level seemed decent to me, at least better than mine, even though I was a prominent figure playing electric bass in college. Zhao Li's close relationship with Da Liu directly led to her frequenting underground rock music venues. The sound of those chaotic noises would excite her like she was having an orgasm. During their climaxes, when she overheard that Lu You played drums and I played electric bass, her face flushed, and she jumped up excitedly. Without even touching her, I knew she was soaking wet down there. Lu You told me this; he said that when he's messing around with her, playing Beyond's cover of "Let It Be," he gets incredibly wet.

Zhao Li started encouraging us to form a band and perform on underground rock stages. Lu You scoffed at this, completely dismissing it. He was like a fish that'd rather dry on the shore than swim back into the lake if he wasn't interested.

Zhao Li persisted, while Lu You retreated cautiously. Finally, one early morning, under a bare old willow tree in a park, Lu You's penis reached its climax inside Zhao Li's wide vagina. Before the afterglow of ejaculation had subsided, Zhao Li brought up the band again. Lu You's eyes widened, he turned his head, and looked at me behind him, still thrusting into Sun Qian's vagina, asking, "Dude, what do you think?"

I panted, pulled out my penis, and ejaculated streams of semen onto Sun Qian's face. A gust of wind blew, making my genitals feel cool. Sun Qian wiped her penis a couple of times. I pulled up my pants, which had fallen to my ankles, swallowed, and moistened my dry mouth, saying, "I'm fine with it, I have nothing else to do anyway."

Zhao Li excitedly went to find Da Liu. Da Liu said, "I won't do it without a keyboardist."

This statement dealt a heavy blow to Zhao Li, leaving her depressed for several days. Just when Lu You was secretly pleased, thinking the affair was about to fall through, one late weekend afternoon, while Zhao Li was still being fucked, she received a phone call during her climax. Afterwards, she excitedly ignored Lu You, who hadn't yet ejaculated. A boy was brought downstairs, which startled Sun Qian and me, who were still messing around in the living room. We panicked and hid in the bathroom. It was a struggle for my penis to go from shrinking to becoming erect again, to experiencing intense pleasure, and finally ejaculating. Sun Qian and I appeared in the living room, fully dressed.

The boy had an oval face, big eyes, long hair that reached his ears, and wore black-rimmed glasses with lenses as thick as bricks. At first glance, he looked a lot like Liu Qian, but he was much thinner and more shy.

The boy had already set up a Yamaha synthesizer he'd brought and was rapidly playing a short piece. Lu You and I exchanged bewildered glances. Lu You had to call Da Liu.

As soon as Da Liu entered and saw the thin, shy boy, he tried to turn back, but Zhao Li stopped him. "Can you play 'The One I Love'?"

Da Liu asked. The boy nodded. "Play that little sub-melody."

The boy adjusted the tone, his fingers flying across the keyboard in a frenzied manner. He then repeated it several times using different techniques. Just as he was about to continue his frenzied finger-flying, Da Liu stopped him, saying, "That's him."

According to Zhao Li, this boy's name was Fang Dan, a freshman in their school's music department. I don't know how Zhao Li got him here. His usual shyness and his frenzied keyboard-flying were completely different people; his split personality reminded me of Van Gogh, who cut off his own ear—a very vivid image. Next

, the band members were assigned roles. Because I could write some songs, I was recommended to be the lead singer and bassist. Lu You played the drums, the newcomer Fang Dan played the keyboard, and Da Liu was the lead guitarist and band leader, responsible for all external affairs. Sun Qian, with her sweet voice, was responsible for the band's harmonies. As for Zhao Li, whose singing voice sounded like a cat's meow, Lu You appointed her as the band's logistics manager, responsible for serving tea and water, cooking late-night snacks, and all sorts of miscellaneous tasks. Zhao Li looked distressed. Lu You said, "Then I'll switch with you; you can play the drums." Zhao Li fell silent.

I took out the long-forgotten electric bass from under the bed, changed a few strings, and played a few notes—the sound was pretty good.

When we arrived at Lu You's woodshed with him, Lu You immediately boasted, "My drum is a Yamaha! It cost tens of thousands to buy; the sound is top-notch!" Everyone laughed when they entered the woodshed. In one corner, a dilapidated drum set was crammed together, the metal frame twisted together like a pretzel, the drumhead riddled with holes. "Damn it, who broke my drums?"

Lu You exclaimed in surprise.

"This is your woodshed,"

Sun Qian reminded him.

Without a drum, the band's enthusiastic first performance fell apart. Amidst Lu You's grumbling, we arrived at Zhongshan Road's snack street for hot pot. Midway, we bumped into Zhang, who was rushing along, looking all cocky. I pulled an unopened pack of soft yellow plum cigarettes from my pocket, tore off one side of the foil, flicked the other side with my finger, revealing filters of varying lengths, and handed it to him. This guy didn't use his hands; he just stuck his head in, grabbed the longest filter with his mouth, and lit it himself with a lighter. I took one out for myself, and he lit mine by covering the lighter with his hand.

"What are you busy with?"

I asked, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Watching the show," Zhang answered loudly, with pride, giving the impression that he was doing something great. This guy was an orphan, raised by his grandmother. His full name is Zhang Yuantian. When he introduces himself, he often pronounces "Tian" as "Dian," which reflects his erratic and reckless behavior, earning him the nickname "Dian Zhang" (meaning "Crazy Zhang"). He cherishes this nickname. He currently works as a security guard at a nightclub.

"Let's go together,"

I invited him to eat hot pot. "It's been a while since I've had a few drinks with my brothers. I was just thinking of grabbing a bite by myself,"

Dian Zhang said, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes half-closed, his hands in his pockets, revealing a dark shirt with a bubbly collar.

We randomly picked a decent-looking hot pot restaurant, and the group sat around a small stall with two square tables pushed together, bustling around.

During the meal, the most frequent topic of conversation was the band's name. Lu You suggested "Broken Drum Set," implying that since their multi-thousand-dollar drum set was broken, they should at least offer some compensation, but we all unanimously rejected it. Da Liu suggested "Cthulhu," and we all stared at him in silence. "That's the most famous god in Lovecraftian mythology. You know Saya no Uta? You've played that game, right? It's a Cthulhu-style allegory."

Da Liu continued his cryptic pronouncements, smugly watching our bewildered expressions. Amidst a chorus of "What the hell? Playing hard to get! We're just roughnecks!"

, Da Liu downed two beers, and we dismissed that awful name.

In the end, we still hadn't decided on a name.

We continued our smoky, chaotic dinner, playing drinking games, smoking, and drinking. Finally, Zhao Li, quite drunk, mumbled as she slumped onto the table to sleep, "...you bunch of lousy men, can't even think of a name. I think it should be 'Orgasm Under the Bald Willow'..." and

then fell fast asleep. To Da Liu's bewilderment, Lu You, Sun Qian, and I approved the name as if it were a priceless treasure.

The confirmation of the band's name marked the birth of a great band. Like a ray of sunshine, it shone into my winter heart, warming it and adding a touch of color to the grayness of people and things.

Chapter 17: The Revenge of a Stunning Beauty

. After eating and drinking our fill, we checked the time—it was only a little past eight. We looked at each other, exchanging glances. Finally, at Dian Zhang's enthusiastic invitation, everyone decided to move to his place to continue drinking. Zhao Li was carried like a dead pig and placed in the back seat of Lu You's Beijing Jeep. Sun Qian took care of her, while Da Liu sat in the front. Dian Zhang, Fang Dan, and I shared a taxi.

The nightclub Dian Zhang had chosen was called Ruyu Nightclub; it was trendy and luxurious, a place frequented by the so-called upper class. We, without exception, sat near the entrance. Zhang changed into his security guard uniform and went to work. Sun Qian, Da Liu, and Lu You were dancing in the dance floor, while Fang Dan and I were drinking heavily at our seats. This guy looked thin and didn't drink much, but his drinking skills were top-notch. I suspected he possessed some special ability, like Duan Yu and Qiao Feng, to expel alcohol from his body using the Six Meridian Divine Sword technique. I couldn't take him down for a while, but I was starting to feel lightheaded and unsteady.

I had to put up a truce sign, my dazed eyes looking around. I saw a young man in a suit drinking alone on a high platform not far behind Sun Qian's dance. I recognized him, but I couldn't remember his name. I stared at him for a while, racking my brains. The man saw me too and waved excitedly. I remembered, Guo Ming, my good friend from freshman year. He was only in my class for one semester before going to university in the US because of family connections. I think he went to Yale, or some other prestigious school.

I went over and hugged him. It had been so many years since we'd last seen each other; the unexpected reunion made us both very excited.

He eagerly invited me to sit down, poured me a glass of red wine, and we chatted happily. After talking with him, I learned that he studied law in the US and had originally planned to work there, but his mother's health deteriorated, so he recently returned and decided not to go back. He now works at a well-known law firm. He asked how I was doing, and I said I was just drifting along, not as successful as him, just enough to support myself.

As I finished speaking, a slightly blurry glimpse from the corner of my eye told me that a stunningly beautiful woman was walking towards me diagonally across from me.

She walked very slowly, then stopped, her gaze fixed on me. Strange, why was she looking at me? Am I that handsome? Would a beautiful woman really try to seduce me? No way! But lately, I haven't been particularly attracted to supermodels. If you really tried to seduce me, you'd be in big trouble, I thought to myself.

She was still looking. Emboldened by the alcohol, I looked over too, and our eyes met. The woman paused slightly, clearly surprised that I was so blatantly staring at her with lustful eyes, and even consciously giving her a once-over. She was so beautiful, so stunning, that I couldn't help but feel a wolfish glint in my eyes. She wore a two-piece outfit: a pink silk inner layer over a light purple, sheer, double-sleeved short dress, black knee-high stiletto boots, and flesh-colored stockings. Her figure was absolutely perfect—a devil, a devil, truly a devil. If the master who created Venus were alive, he would definitely use her as a model, tearing down and rebuilding the Venus sculpture entirely.

The woman's stunning face was expressionless, yet her excessively red lips burned like fire—a mixture of ice and fire, flames surging beneath a thin layer of ice, half fire, half sea. I truly couldn't find the right words to describe it, and I was amazed at how two completely different auras could be so perfectly embodied in one person. She was alluring yet distant, seemingly cold and unapproachable, yet incredibly alluringly close. For a moment, I was stunned, as if I'd had a stroke; all sound and image vanished, and in my vibrant world, only that goddess floated by. When

I came to my senses, I felt a sense of déjà vu about the woman, as if I'd seen her somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place her. Drinking too much always makes me dizzy! I gave her a slight smile, trying to be as friendly and nonchalant as possible.

The woman's face initially remained somber, then slowly melted away, a faint smile appearing on her lips as she gracefully walked towards my seat. Wow, she was seducing me, really seducing me! My heart leaped with joy.

The woman approached her seat, and Guo Ming, who had his back to her, saw her. He immediately jumped down and greeted her warmly, "Youlan, you're here! Please sit down. I've been waiting for you."

Damn, so I knew Guo Ming! I thought I'd been seduced by a beautiful woman. My pounding excitement vanished instantly.

"Youlan, you don't recognize me, do you?"

Guo Ming said, pointing at me with his palm. "This is my friend from university in China, Zhao Bo."

He then pointed to the woman, "This is Xu Youlan, a colleague at my firm, and also my junior from university in the US. She just returned a few months ago."

With that, Guo Ming poured a glass of red wine and placed it in front of her.

The woman sat half-reclined, staring intently at me. After the introduction, she gently pinched the bottom of the wine glass in front of her, swirled it slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips. She tilted the glass, took an elegant sip, paused for a moment facing me, then placed the glass back on the table. A faint vermilion lip print was clearly visible on the rim of the glass. I was captivated again. As if extremely thirsty, I channeled my excitement into my drinking, downing the red wine in my glass in one gulp, showing her the bottom of my glass in a gesture of farewell.

The woman shifted her hips slightly, crossing her legs, causing her skirt to ride up considerably. Her thighs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, trembled slightly, revealing a large expanse of flesh that shimmered with an alluring, pale sheen. Her stylish, form-fitting thigh-high boots, with their pointed toes and slender heels, accentuated the shapely curves of her feet, making them appear even more alluring and slender, breathtakingly sexy. Even through the smooth leather, I could almost smell the fresh scent of her stockings, the aroma of her flesh. Taking another breath would have terrified me; I feared my heart would stop and I'd die on the spot.

Oh, this girl, she's absolutely irresistible.

"Zhao Bo? Is your name really Zhao Bo?"

Xu Youlan asked with a cryptic smile. "You really resemble someone."

"Don't worry, that person is a hero. Not some despicable, shameless bastard."

Xu Youlan deliberately emphasized the latter part of her sentence. I was completely baffled. Was he referring to Xiao Liang? How come everyone in the world knew him?

"Miss Youlan, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'd like to propose a toast

." I raised my glass and said with a smile.

"I'm so glad to see you. You'd better keep a close eye on me and remember me, remember my name is Xu Youlan."

Xu Youlan also slowly raised her glass, clinking it against mine. When she downed her glass of red wine, I saw a hint of annoyance, anger, and a deep-seated hatred in her eyes. Had I offended her? But when she put down her glass, she regained her charming and alluring smile.

"Youlan, the group of classmates who came back from America tonight said they're having an all-night bonfire party at White Mirror Lake. They're supposed to be there at 10:30. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

Guo Ming's eyes hadn't left Xu Youlan since she arrived, but Xu Youlan's eyes hadn't left me. He had no choice but to strike up a conversation.

"I haven't forgotten, there's still time. No rush. Didn't we agree to relax here first, and then go together?"

Xu Youlan said, still staring at me intently, as if trying to see right through me, or perhaps wanting to devour me. It made me suspect something was going on, but my head was spinning, and I couldn't think of anything. Why was this woman so interested in me?

When Xu Youlan's gaze shifted away from me, the three of us continued chatting for a while. After a while, I got up to say goodbye and head back to my seat.

"Mr. Zhao, let's go to our bonfire party tonight. I cordially invite you,"

Xu Youlan said enthusiastically, her captivating eyes making my heart flutter.

"This...this might not be appropriate. I only know Guo Ming; I won't join your class reunion,"

I replied, my heart wavering, but still maintaining a normal tone.

"You'll get to know them when you get there. Those classmates will definitely be happy to meet you. Don't you think so, Guo Ming?"

Xu Youlan said, looking at Guo Ming.

"Zhao Bo is a good friend of mine. He's straightforward and loyal, and I'm sure they'll be happy to see him. Plus, he's a good drinker, so he'll be a good opponent for them,"

Guo Ming said

, looking at me. "No thanks. Look, I have five or six friends waiting for me,"

I said, pointing to Sun Qian and the others still dancing on the dance floor. I didn't want Lu You to say I'd forgotten my friends for the sake of a pretty girl, giving them something to gossip about for a long time to come.

"Invite them along. It's more fun with more people, especially you. I'll have a lot of fun with you,"

Xu Youlan said, seemingly implying something. Perhaps she felt it was a bit too obvious, so she added, "I mean, you're a friend Guo Ming hasn't seen in a long time. Take advantage of this gathering to have a good chat."

I was a little confused and bewildered. Why was Xu Youlan being so enthusiastic towards me? It didn't make sense, but it would be really impolite not to go. Oh well, what's a grown man like me afraid of? I'll just have to accept.

"Okay, I'll go ask them. If they go, I'll go too. Let's have a blast tonight,"

I said, my eyes slightly red, before swaying back to my seat.

Just then, Lu You and the others returned from the dance floor. Hearing there was another party, I pointed towards Xu Youlan. Everyone looked over, and Xu Youlan was raising her glass in a toast to them. Then I saw several of Lu You and the others gape, their mouths agape as Xu Youlan raised and lowered her glass, letting out an "Oh—" of astonishment. I could almost hear their eyeballs popping into their glasses. Amidst the gasps of surprise, they turned their predatory gazes to me, saying in unison, "Brother, we'll help you, we'll go!"

Hearing this, I nearly tripped and fell under the table. Oh dear, what were these guys thinking?

I swayed back to Xu Youlan and replied. Xu Youlan smiled with satisfaction and said, "Then let's not delay, let's go. You didn't drive here, did you?"

"No?"

I said.

"Mr. Zhao, then come with me in my car, I want to hear about Guo Ming's embarrassing stories from his university days in China!"

Xu Youlan said in a clear voice, directly expressing her intention to come with me. Her eyes sparkled, and her fiery red lips were incredibly sexy and alluring. Oh my god, she really likes me? It's too crowded at the nightclub to hook up? Let's hook up in the car in a private world? Wow, so enchanting, so enchanting.

I felt hot all over and looked blankly at Guo Ming, wanting to hear his opinion. He shrugged and made a helpless gesture, saying, "I have no opinion, say whatever you want. Just don't make me look too bad."

I had no choice but to follow Xu Youlan out of the nightclub. The temperature outside suddenly dropped, a gust of wind blew by, and I couldn't help but turn up the collar of my coat and shrink my neck. Seeing that Lu You had already driven up and was waiting, the car was packed with men and women, laughing and joking at me; there was no room for me at all. "These people," I cursed inwardly.

Just then, a red Ferrari 550 pulled up in front of me. Xu Youlan rolled down the window, put a coat from the front seat in the back, and waved to me. I got in. Guo Ming led the way, Lu You's Jeep followed, and Xu Youlan and I trailed behind.

Xu Youlan drove slowly, not in a hurry to catch up with the cars in front, letting Lu You's car drive further and further away until it disappeared. Xu Youlan and I chatted casually, occasionally laughing at my and Guo Ming's embarrassing college stories. Everything seemed normal; I didn't detect any conspiracy or scheming in their laughter. My head was still throbbing, and I was still dizzy.

The small space of the sports car was filled with the scent of Xu Youlan's perfume. The fragrance was a blend of rose, orchid, and jasmine, with a subtle hint of mint. It was so intoxicating that I kept inhaling, almost able to smell her warm body heat. A beautiful car, a beautiful woman, and a warm, spring-like interior—it was breathtakingly beautiful!

Soon, the car began its winding journey along a mountain road, meandering through the darkness. Baijing Lake was located south of N City, a dozen kilometers from the city center. The entire route was through high mountains, and the lake was surrounded by dense primeval forests. I really couldn't understand why Xu Youlan's friends would think of holding a bonfire party in such a place; to those who have embraced Western ideas, it seemed insane.

The deep mountains were pitch black at night, the wind was strong, and visibility was less than five meters. The road was narrow, with sharp bends, and towering cliffs rose menacingly on both sides. Xu Youlan drove carefully. The fact that she dared to drive to Baijing Lake at night like this made me admire her courage. The car kept turning, which made my stomach very uncomfortable.

I'd only been to Baijing Lake once or twice, both times during the day. This was my first time coming at night. The car drove around for ages, finally ending up on a muddy fork in the road. I was completely disoriented, unsure of which way to go, and didn't offer any opinions, letting Xu Youlan drive. Xu Youlan kept glancing at my reactions, her eyes seeming to hold a hint of cunning and smugness. The alcohol was kicking in, and I felt nauseous, no longer able to discern Xu Youlan's intentions.

Soon, the car screeched to a halt in front of a thicket of bushes taller than a person. Xu Youlan said, "We're here." I was dizzy, my stomach churning, a strong urge to vomit overwhelming me. I opened the door and got out. Xu Youlan behind me said she'd back up first. I couldn't take it anymore and walked towards the bushes, then suddenly burst into vomiting. My stomach churned violently; everything I'd eaten and drunk that evening came right back up.

I vomited violently, and when I was almost done, I put my hands on my knees, hunched over, panting, and looked back at Xu Youlan. She was already five or six meters away, having turned her car around. The engine was still running, and she was still in the car, the window rolled down, looking at me with a smug, triumphant smile.

This girl, she doesn't need to be so happy to see me get away with this.

"Hey, why aren't you getting out of the car? Why aren't you helping me? Where's Guo Ming's car?"

I said, panting.

"You really don't remember me? You bastard, you did something bad and don't even remember it! I've been thinking about you day and night, and you dare to forget me? What a ruthless bastard!"

Xu Youlan's expression suddenly changed as she said to me.

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. I stared intently at that stunningly beautiful face, and suddenly an image flashed through my mind like lightning: the girl in the bar, the girl from the one-night stand bar, the girl I'd bumped into. The thought sent a chill down my spine, and I lunged forward a few steps.

But Xu Youlan had already started the car and sped off a few meters away. Rumbling the gas pedal, she continued shouting at me, "Zhao Liang, you shameless bastard, you absolute scoundrel! You'll stay here in this deep forest tonight. Although it still doesn't quell my anger, now that I know you, just wait and see how I torture you. Tonight is just the beginning. I'll be your eternal nightmare. I'll make you regret what you did to me. Bye-bye, have a nice night!"

She blew me a kiss, her smugness overflowing.

This was bad! I wanted to chase after her, but my legs were weak from vomiting. Even if this wasn't true, how could I possibly catch up with a powerful Ferrari? The Ferrari roared away and quickly disappeared from my sight. Oh my god, this girl tricked me! I'm doomed.

It was pitch black all around, the mountain wind was strong, and I was completely alone. I quickly turned on my phone—damn, no signal! I'm so confused. It seems Xu Youlan has been plotting revenge ever since she saw me, coming up with such a despicable method. Oh my god, how did I get involved with this thorny woman?

I looked around; there was no one there, only the howls of wild animals rising and falling. The surface of White Mirror Lake was still a long way off; going forward was almost impossible. Turning back was just as far. I'm so confused; this is really going to kill me. This heartless girl, she's really ruthless. My drunkenness has subsided. I kicked a large tree twice in frustration. I'd better get back to the main road and see if any cars are passing by.

I rubbed my icy hands, turned my collar up high, and used the dim light of my phone to walk slowly back. I'd only been walking for a few minutes when the sky suddenly changed dramatically. A strong wind picked up, a few drops of liquid landed on my face, and then a steady drizzle began to fall

. Damn it, when it rains, it pours! This is killing me! In this freezing weather, in this desolate wilderness, God, you have to give me rain? I was furious.

I took shelter under a big tree, but I quickly got soaked. My body grew colder and colder. I looked up at the sky, the icy rain hitting my face, seeping into the corners of my mouth, salty and icy, showing no sign of stopping.

No, I had to keep going. I stepped out of the big tree and started running as fast as I could, ignoring the bumpy road. I ran and ran, falling several times, my whole body soaked in mud. My elbows and knees were scraped, and there were cuts on my face, throbbing with pain. I felt a surge of hatred for Xu Youlan. That slut! Our feud was really serious this time. I might actually freeze to death on this mountain.

I kept running and running, trying to warm myself up. The rain was getting heavier, and the wind whipped my face with the rain, stinging my skin.

Later, I couldn't run anymore. I kept running and stopping, panting heavily. My body temperature was slowly dropping, and my hands and feet felt numb from the cold. Was I really going to freeze to death here? This was really going to happen! Xu Youlan, all I did was pee in your private parts! You didn't have to treat me like this! If I peed in your private parts, couldn't you pee in me back? I wouldn't fight back! My God!

My thoughts raced, I gritted my teeth, and endured the bone-chilling cold, staggering along, stopping and starting. I was too exhausted to run anymore. I kept rubbing my face, hands, and thighs to keep myself from becoming too numb to move. I gritted my teeth and persevered. If I could get out of here alive, I swore I would kill Xu Youlan, that bastard who messed with me. But my will seemed to be frozen by the cold. My whole body trembled, and my consciousness began to blur. I couldn't fall, I couldn't fall, or I wouldn't be able to get up.

I stubbornly continued walking forward, my legs feeling like lead, slowing me down more and more. My willpower was no longer enough to resist the waves of icy cold. My whole body was numb with cold, and just as I was about to collapse, after rounding a sharp bend, I saw a red Ferrari parked in front of me.

It was Xu Youlan's car, that damned slut's car. I wondered what she was doing here. Was she waiting for me?

My eyes were fixed on the Ferrari parked in the rain. I bent over, gasping for breath, and staggered over. I flung open the car door, grabbed Xu Youlan's arm with my last ounce of strength, and pulled her, trembling with fear, out of the car. I yelled at her, "You...you vicious woman, are you really...really going to kill me? Damn it, I'm freezing!"

Xu Youlan clearly hadn't expected me to catch her. She looked panicked, both shocked and furious. She raised her other hand to slap me in the face, but I caught it with my other hand. I held both her hands tightly, took a step forward, and pressed myself against her. Xu Youlan was still in shock, her breath ragged, her breasts heaving. She kept crying out, "Let me go, let me go, you bastard, let me go!"

"I won't let you go. I'll make you taste what it's like to be soaked in the rain."

I stared at her fiercely, close to her face. Her eyes were filled with rage. The rain quickly soaked her clothes, her hair was drenched, and her thin dress clung tightly to her body, highlighting her two full, round breasts, which swayed incessantly with her struggles. I felt no pity for her, only hatred in my eyes.

Xu Youlan quickly regained her senses, her beautiful eyes no longer filled with fear as she stared at me, and she warned me loudly, "Let me go! If you don't, I'll hit you!"

"I won't let go, let's see what you can do. Tonight I'll play you to death, let's see what you can do..."

Before I could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through my groin. Xu Youlan delivered a knee strike, hitting my groin directly. I let out a scream of "Ouch—!" and pressed my hands down on my groin. Then, Xu Youlan delivered a swift kick, striking my chin hard. I flew through the air and landed in a patch of mud. Damn, this girl knows some moves.

I writhed in the mud, two heavy blows leaving me unable to stand for a long time. Enraged, I struggled to my feet and lunged at Xu Youlan. She swiftly kicked me again, sending me sprawling to the ground, too weak to rise. The cold and excruciating pain nearly made me faint. I heard Xu Youlan say, "Don't try to fight back. You can't beat me. I'm the university's Taekwondo champion. You can't hurt me. Last time you just happened to be lucky."

I struggled desperately, trying to get up several times but still couldn't. A wave of exhaustion and a rapid chill washed over me. My consciousness blurred, and through my hazy vision, I saw a pair of high-heeled boots standing before me. I struggled to lift my head, taking one last look upwards. A glimpse of full white lace caught my eye, descending ever closer. My head grew heavier and heavier, drooping limply. A voice came from a great distance: "Hey, how are you... Hey, don't scare me... How come this guy is so weak... Is he dead?... "

I couldn't hear anything after that. I lost all consciousness and passed out.

Chapter 18 Throwing Myself into Their Arms

I don't know how much time passed before my consciousness slowly returned. My head was throbbing with pain, as if it were about to split open. My eyelids were so heavy I couldn't open them. I seemed to be lying flat in some unknown place, my body frozen stiff. Except for my head, I couldn't feel any other part of my body. I couldn't move. I heard a loud slam of a car door closing, followed by a distant female voice and heavy breathing, "...This guy is so heavy, I'm exhausted... This... Damn bastard, it took me so much effort... to get him into the car. I just wanted to freeze him to death."

It was Xu Youlan's voice.

"Ugh... I'm freezing, I'm freezing... This bastard got me all soaked, what am I going to do? The car's wrecked, the air conditioning's broken, there's no heating, and it's raining so hard. My revenge attempt backfired, and this guy dragged me down with me."

I heard Xu Youlan's shivering voice, and the sound of her pounding on the steering wheel. "Ugh, I'm so angry! How did I run into such a jerk... What am I going to do?"

I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled open, and I tried desperately to open my eyes. My eyelid twitched, then slowly moved again, and I managed to open it a crack. The interior light shone in, blinding me and making me close my eyes again. I tried again, and finally managed to open it a crack. What I saw was a dark night sky outside the windshield, the rain was still heavy, splashing large sprays of water against the hood. The front of the car was blurry, as if something huge was blocking it—a rock or a large tree?

I shifted my gaze to the left, where the car's overhead light shone brightly. I continued to look, and saw Xu Youlan slumped in her seat, her thighs raised high, revealing a patch of snow-white skin on the inside. One boot and stocking were off, her delicate white foot dangling from the steering wheel, her big toenail a vibrant red, and a thin silver toe ring adorning her little toe.

Xu Youlan unzipped the other boot, grasped the ankle, and forcefully pulled her foot away, revealing a small foot encased in a wet, flesh-colored stocking. She reached out her jade-like hand, painted with red nail polish, and encircled the stockinged ankle, twisting it several times. As the foot spun, Xu Youlan exclaimed, "I'm exhausted!"

and let out a comfortable hum.

Then, she pinched my toes with her fingers and twisted them backward with force, stretching my ankle as much as possible. I heard a crisp sound as the joints were compressed, and my slender, silk-stockinged foot bounced into a perfect arc. The alluring arch of my foot, encased in flesh-colored stockings, shimmered under the light, incredibly tempting. But I couldn't feel anything at all; my head just felt a little hot.

Xu Youlan kneaded the delicate silk-stockinged foot for a while before stretching out her leg and placing her foot above the dashboard. She slipped her two thumbs into the lace top of the flesh-colored stockings, her fingers gently resting on the stockings as she slowly pushed them forward. The sheer stockings bunched and wrinkled, revealing a deeper shade of flesh, revealing a jade-like leg as smooth as white porcelain. She slightly bent her knee and pulled the stockings down to her ankle, her thumbs slipping under her heel. As she gently withdrew her foot, her hand continued to move forward, until a small, exquisite foot was completely exposed, pink and tender, with fine, branching blue hairs clearly visible at the arch. Those jade-like legs were perfect, alluring, and captivatingly curved; even the slightest movement felt like drinking deadly poison.

Xu Youlan's two jade-like feet were slightly arched inwards, hanging on the top of the steering wheel. She leaned forward slightly, using her hands to push forward on her smooth thighs, one by one, past her knees, calves, insteps, arches, and toes, drying off the rainwater. Then she leaned back in her seat, her small feet arched and crossed, rubbing them vigorously.

"My feet are numb, I'm freezing. This damn bastard is still not awake,"

Xu Youlan said, glancing at me. In her eyes, I was still unconscious.

"I know you're awake. Get up now, or I'll smash your face!"

Xu Youlan shouted, suddenly kneeling on the seat, leaning forward towards me, grabbing one of my collars, and shaking me forcefully.

She was testing me. I dared not react at all, even closing the slit in my eye. Xu Youlan shook me again, but I still didn't move.

She sighed deeply and said, "This guy isn't really dead, is he? Looks like he won't wake up anytime soon."

As she spoke, she reached out a slender, delicate finger and touched my nose. I smelled a delicate, perfumed scent, like orchids and musk.

When she withdrew her finger, I opened my eyes a crack and saw Xu Youlan grab the wet hem of her skirt, pull it up to her chest, raise her hands, shrug her shoulders, pull her hands away, and duck her head, removing the two-piece skirt. Her breasts, encased in a white lace bra, drooped down as the skirt was removed, swaying slightly to the sides. Between her breasts was a jade rabbit, inlaid with silver, hanging on a platinum chain. My mind went blank again.

Without hesitation, she hooked her arms behind her back, unhooked her bra, and pulled it off, revealing two round, firm breasts, like peeled boiled eggs, gleaming with a jade-like luster under the light. The areolas were light pink, and the nipples, pinkish-red, were pert and adorably erect. Xu Youlan stretched out her fingers, grasped the breasts, squeezed them a few times, and lifted them up, finding them incredibly elastic. She wiped the raindrops from her breasts with her palms. Then she gently patted the lower edges of her breasts, watching them tremble, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

After admiring her beautiful breasts, Xu Youlan sat sideways on the seat, leaning back against the car door on her side. As she lay down, her ample breasts spread out on her chest, swaying like dewdrops on lotus leaves. She stretched her legs out, straddling my thighs, her feet braced against the car window on my side. She slightly raised her hips, hooked her thumbs onto the two straps of her thong, and pushed them forward to mid-thigh. Pulling her legs back, she coordinated with her hand movements, and the thin white lace panties were pulled off. With a flick of her wrist, the panties hung on the dashboard opposite me.

Xu Youlan continued to brace her feet against the window, her thighs arched and spread wide, her hands reaching towards her groin. Her jade-like hands moved forward, caressing the thick, dark pubic hair, touching the wet, deep, watery cave. After a few gentle kneading and rubbing, Xu Youlan let out a soft moan. Her palms lightly patted the full, fleshy opening twice, making a soft "plop" sound. Then, she straightened her four fingers, pressing her fingertips into the center of her pink labia, rubbing them vigorously. The folds of flesh rippled, and the pubic hair swayed—a scene of extreme lewdness.

After she had finished stimulating her vagina, letting out a trembling sound of intense pleasure, she scratched her perineum a couple of times with her fingers, wiped away a few drops of rainwater from around her pink anus, and gently pressed and massaged her anus with one finger. The folds of her anus opened slightly and then closed tightly again. Then she inserted one finger and teased it a few times inside.

"It's been soaked in rainwater down there, it's so itchy, I need to wash it properly when I get back,"

Xu Youlan muttered to herself.

Xu Youlan brazenly displayed her boundless beauty before my eyes, and my eyes widened in disbelief. Warmth surged from my abdomen, flowing down to my lower body. Although my genitals couldn't react yet, the warm sensation was incredibly pleasurable, and my body gradually began to feel something. However, my mind was filled with lewd thoughts, intertwined with the lingering pain in my head, making me feel both frantic and extremely depressed.

I had seen countless naked women in adult films, but compared to Xu Youlan, they were all trash.

Her body was like the most beautiful spirit on earth, pure and flawless, smooth and delicate, without a single blemish—the greatest masterpiece God had ever given to humankind.

Xu Youlan's hand continued to rub her vagina, the pubic hair rustling as it was turned. Her eyes were wide open, carefully examining my face with a puzzled yet focused expression. She said to herself, "This bastard actually peed here, and now I'm completely naked in front of him. Is this all destined?"

"...This guy's still not awake, still wearing wet clothes. Looks like I'll have to take them off,"

Xu Youlan said. She pulled her foot back, stood up, and touched my forehead. "Oh dear, I really messed with this guy. He's so cold, his mouth and fingers are all frozen purple. I hope he got a concussion from that kick... How could I be worried about him? Sigh..."

Xu Youlan suddenly leaned forward and reached her hand behind her. One of her huge breasts pressed against my face. The soft, fleshy breast was pressed into my nose, the nipple almost burrowing into my nostril. A strong, alluring scent of flesh rushed into my nostrils, and my limbs felt rejuvenated. The ecstasy almost made me faint from the extreme excitement and pain. Thankfully, the breast quickly moved away, and Xu Youlan took a thin, silver-gray coat from the back seat and put it on. "I'm freezing. This coat is a bit thin, but it'll do."

Xu Youlan said.

"…This guy got off easy. Ugh, really."

Xu Youlan said. She immediately started unzipping my wet jacket. I didn't dare breathe, letting her do as she pleased. She unbuttoned my shirt as well, forcefully lifting my upper body and pulling and ripping off both my jacket and shirt, exposing my bare upper body.

I saw Xu Youlan staring intently at me, her chest muscles bearing several bruises from the fall. "This guy's chest muscles are quite developed, how come he's so fragile?"

Xu Youlan muttered, wiping the water from my chest. "This guy must be freezing, his body is so cold."

Her hand then touched my forehead, her palm and the back of her hand brushing against mine, reminding me of my mother's hands when I had a fever as a child.

"No, if this continues, even if he doesn't freeze to death, he'll get sick."

Xu Youlan said, her brow furrowed slightly. The rain outside continued to pound against the roof of the car.

Xu Youlan lifted my legs and quickly took off both my shoes and socks. Was this girl going to take me all off? Before I could react, she started unbuckling my belt and pulling down my jeans, exposing my bulging crotch. Xu Youlan was staring intently at that spot, her eyes darting around, her expression shifting several times in an instant, her face slightly flushed with a hint of shyness.

But quickly, she closed her eyes, pulled down my wet underwear, and tossed it under the car seat. I was completely naked, my penis exposed to the cold air. I almost cried out, but I held my breath, suppressing the urge. I couldn't make a sound, I couldn't move. I was too cold; if I wasn't careful, she'd push me out of the car again, and I'd be in big trouble.

Suddenly, I heard Xu Youlan exclaim, "Wow, so this thing down there is really ugly!" Then she said, "This thing is so ugly... This... This thing... It's so big! It's a huge lump, no wonder it peed so much, it soaked me... Ugh, it's so ugly, it makes me so angry."

I saw that Xu Youlan's face was already red, her eyes filled with surprise, anger, rage, and shyness, along with a strong curiosity. Sometimes she stared intently, sometimes she frowned and closed her eyes shyly, turning her face away, her expression of wanting to look but not daring to look was so cute, so captivating.

"I guess I'm unlucky today, but I'll still help him rub it. This guy is an invincible, super jerk. Invincible to the extreme,"

Xu Youlan said again.

After saying that, she bent down and began to rub my soles with her small hands. She rubbed very hard, and a little warmth came through, and my feet slowly regained some feeling. Xu Youlan rubbed my toes while sniffing her hands. "Oh dear, these feet stink so bad... What... they're covered in dirt... How long has it been since I washed my feet?"

She placed her hands on her underwear, which she had tossed onto the hood of the car, rubbed it to absorb some water, wiped it on her coat, and sniffed again. Seeing the smell was gone, she took my hand and began rubbing my fingers.

My hand slowly regained some feeling, but I could only see; I couldn't move it. Xu Youlan rubbed it carefully, her expression focused. It seemed she truly didn't want anything to happen to me. A feeling of goodwill towards her welled up within me, even though she was the cause of all this. I no longer harbored any resentment towards her.

However, the cold weather seemed to be working against us, growing even colder. Large raindrops pounded heavily on the car, making a louder sound than before.

Although Xu Youlan kept rubbing, I felt even colder, my body temperature was still slowly dropping. Xu Youlan pulled her coat tightly against herself, and I saw her small mouth gradually turning purple from the cold. Due to the continuous effort, she was slightly out of breath, and her small hands were becoming weak. Finally, she sighed, "I'm freezing to death, rubbing like this isn't working... What should I do... What should I do..."

Xu Youlan's bright, clear eyes flashed quickly a few times, and the solution she came up with stunned me.

Xu Youlan reached down to my genitals with her two jade-like hands and grabbed my heirloom, my manhood. Her cheeks flushed red, she was extremely embarrassed, and she gently stroked and manipulated my penis, even straightening it up, holding it between her palms and rubbing it back and forth in circles. As the speed increased, my penis warmed up, but it still couldn't get erect. Xu Youlan continued rubbing a few more times, but it still had no effect.

"Oh dear, this thing won't get up, is it going to die soon?"

Xu Youlan said anxiously and angrily. "I don't care... Oh dear, I'm freezing to death myself, this thing won't... Oh well... Oh well, I'm just unlucky."

Xu Youlan looked at my shrunken penis again and again, hesitating.

Suddenly, she grabbed the base of my penis and kissed it with her small mouth. The foreskin was pushed back with her lips, and the glans was taken into Xu Youlan's warm mouth. She moved her head and sucked continuously. Every now and then, she would look at my face to see if I would react. She sucked and twisted carefully, her movements were very awkward, it seemed to be her first time?

My penis still wouldn't get erect. Every time she released the glans and let go, my penis would go limp and hang down. She repeatedly sucked and licked it, her tongue teasing and stroking it, her delicate hands moving rapidly, and she kept breathing on it. I could feel waves of tingling pleasure in my glans, but my body simply didn't have enough heat to maintain the erection. Normally, I would have ejaculated long ago. A woman this enchanting giving you oral sex—the stimulation is extraordinary. I hated being frozen, unable to fully enjoy it, but if I weren't frozen, would I have had this opportunity?

Xu Youlan failed time and time again, finally giving up. Frustrated and extremely annoyed, she said, "This guy, is he impotent? In porn, he gets rock hard the moment it's in his mouth, rock hard as can be! Am I doing something wrong? I really don't know how those actresses do it, ugh, I'm so angry! I've done this to him, what more does he want from me?"

"Hey, are you awake? Get up, did you hear me? You bastard, don't think I don't know you're awake."

Xu Youlan continued to probe me, "If you don't get up, I...I...I'll cut your...hey, did you hear me?"

I heard her, but I couldn't move, nor did I want to. Her angry and anxious look was incredibly cute, warming my heart.

Xu Youlan glanced out the dark car window, then looked at me, sighed, and said, "It's true what they say, enemies are destined to meet. Am I really going to be with this man for the rest of my life...I...I don't dare to think about it. Is this really God's arrangement? Why him? Why am I alone with him on a night like this? Why...sigh, really..."

Xu

Youlan slowly unbuckled her coat, unbuttoned it, and the coat opened, revealing her enchanting and perfect body once again before my eyes. Her whole body shone with a jewel-like luster, her breasts trembled, and her nipples shone like two bright rubies.

Xu Youlan gently tapped one knee on the seat beside me, then stepped over it, resting her knee on the edge of the seat. She leaned down, embracing me tightly. She placed my hands on her back, then pushed her coat under me, pressing it down to cover me. The warmth emanating from her body was overwhelming, and her fragrance filled the air. I was intoxicated by this unknown tenderness, my heart pounding, a strange emotion spreading rapidly within me like vines.

To keep me from freezing to death, Xu Youlan had actually offered herself to me, and just moments ago I was her sworn enemy. I was speechless, shocked, my heart pounding violently.

Xu Youlan's head was pressed tightly against my face, her ample breasts pressed firmly against my chest; her smooth, silky pubic hair mingled haphazardly with mine; her warm vagina was slightly open, her labia enveloping my limp penis, and I could feel the fine, warm breaths escaping from within.

My penis, enveloped in warmth, slowly began to feel something, and I urged my will to make it swell.

I couldn't see Xu Youlan's expression, but her faint fragrance and smooth skin filled me with inexplicable desire and a myriad of emotions.

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