Enchanted City

As night falls, the city sky becomes intoxicating, captivating anyone who beholds this beautiful city.

The restaurant's lights are dim and warm, with red wine and lovingly prepared food still laid out on the table. Ting and Sheng have been married for three years; in fact, counting from their meeting in their junior year of college, their love story has spanned six years, still sweet and passionate. On days when they don't work overtime, they spend almost every night like this, simple yet romantic.

The bedroom light is soft and soothing, a delicate fragrance silently filling the air. Ting values this class reunion. She wears a plain white sundress, standing in front of the mirror, admiring her full figure, seemingly quite satisfied. The only thing she feels is that her ample bosom is too conspicuous. After putting on a cardigan, she finally smiles, her dimples deepening on her rosy cheeks. Ting asked her husband with a smug look, "Honey, what do you think of this outfit? Does it look good?" "It looks good."

Sheng's expression was calm, but his gaze never left the TV screen, a faint trace of melancholy flickering in his eyes.

"What? You haven't even looked at it and you say it looks good? Xiaoli and I picked it out together at Henglong Plaza. Two women have different tastes, you know. Look at it first." Sheng finally turned his head, his pale eyes instantly brightened by the beauty before him. "Hmm, the style is quite light and elegant, and quite ladylike." "I am a lady, after all~" "The skirt is nice too, but my hips are a bit too big." "What do you mean? I'm just a little plump, don't you like it?" "Look at you, I'm just telling the truth."

"It seems... a little bulging?"

"Hmm."

In the end, Sheng simply answered, his face almost stiff throughout, his calmness unsettling. Ting walked over and sat beside him, her tone even gentler.

"What's wrong? You look so listless. Are you angry because I didn't take you to the party?" "No..."

"I knew you were upset... I told you, this party is mostly with my high school best friends, and most of them are girls. Everyone agreed not to bring their spouses. Do you expect them to grow horns?" "I said no! Your husband isn't that petty!"

"Then what is it? You look so worried. The loan is almost paid off, the house price has gone up, what's on your mind? You look awful. Smile! I like your smile!" "..."

Ting said ambiguously. She really wanted to know what was affecting her husband, but Sheng hesitated. After a long while, he managed a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Nothing, really nothing. Maybe I'm just a little tired.

" "..."

Whenever things got awkward, Ting would always find a new topic, and this time, she seemed so serious.

"Honey."

"Hmm?"

"Let's have a baby."

"..."

The room fell silent, a silence that was almost eerie. Sheng stared at his wife, astonished. They had been married for three years, and these words had actually come from her mouth. It was truly unexpected. Sheng was a software engineer at a telecommunications electronics group, while his wife worked at a foreign bank. Their comfortable income meant that raising children wouldn't be a burden for them. However, Ting had never considered having children. She loved to have fun and was constantly learning new skills to advance her career, her life packed full. Even with their parents urging them, nothing had come of it.

At this moment, Sheng wondered if he had misheard, but his wife's expression was anything but joking.

"Ting, what did you say?"

"Honey, let's have a baby."

"Haven't you always...aren't you worried about your figure going out of shape? Don't you want to play around for a few more years?" "But, they're all mothers now, even Xiaoli, who just got married this year, went for a checkup last week and said she's already over two months pregnant...Besides, besides, haven't your parents always wanted a grandson?" "..."

Ting's tender gaze was so serious. Logically, her words should have made Sheng jump for joy, but Sheng still forced a smile, as if the pressure had increased even more. That day, the manager said, "During this period of competitive crisis, the group had to make this decision. Wang Sheng, you are outstanding, and the company has always had high hopes for you, but you are indeed not on this evaluation list. I am very sorry, but the company will subsidize you with five months' salary. I hope you understand my good intentions." Since starting work, Sheng had been doing well in a Fortune 500 company like Molin, thanks to his education and family connections. But now, the manager's words had made everything clear, and his uncle had already retired. Finding such a high-paying position in the IT industry was harder than climbing to heaven. And his wife wanted a child at this time.

That night, the two had sex. After each period, Ting would have an unusually strong urge. She changed into a strapless, low-cut lace slip dress that exposed her buttocks. The dress was light pink, and the bow at the back made her bare, snow-white buttocks even more alluring. Over the years, Ting had learned how to arouse a man's desire. Wearing this lingerie, she tucked the bra into her nipples, deliberately exposing her ample breasts and areolas. She walked to her husband, turned around, and slowly pulled her panties down from her exposed vulva. Ting loved seeing her husband's uncontrollable reaction in those moments of lust. During sex, she preferred to ride on top of him, holding him tightly and kissing him, using both her upper and lower lips. Once she reached orgasm, the feeling was indescribable.

Ting didn't suppress her cries; to avoid disturbing the neighbors, they would always close all the doors and windows first.

This time, although Sheng Yiran was still depressed because of that incident, his wife's initiative slowly brought out his true masculine nature. With the help of the DuPont wet wipes, he managed to maintain his composure, bringing his wife to orgasm three times in total.

The fast-paced life in the city can be suffocating for young men and women. Evenings are their new beginning, and Shanghai's nightclubs are the most dazzling and vibrant. Su Zhe Hui's cuisine isn't as nationwide as one might imagine, nor is its flavor as innovative as Hong Kong Cafe's, but for some reason, it has long been a favorite among high-ranking officials and nobles. No matter which branch, it's always packed during peak hours; to get a table, you need to book at least a week in advance. At the suggestion of the initiator, the classmate reunion was held at Su Zhe Hui's flagship store in Hong Kong Plaza on Huaihai Road, the largest one in the area.

As night fell on Huaihai Road, the dazzling neon lights painted the sky red. A taxi stopped in front of the main entrance of Hong Kong Plaza. As the door opened, a flawless, jade-like leg emerged, two straps crossed and tied around her slender, white ankle. Ting had anticipated drinking that evening and hadn't driven. After getting out of the car, she habitually tossed her flowing hair and strode towards the center of the plaza. Unintentionally, her voluptuous and elegant figure had already attracted many lustful gazes.

Ting was simply the epitome of womanhood. Her carefully chosen plain white halter-neck dress was ladylike enough, yet it still clung tightly to her curvaceous body. Her full breasts were restlessly constricted inside, the straps tightly binding them, trembling slightly as if they might burst out at any moment! Fortunately, the pink shawl managed to conceal the large expanse of flesh on her chest. The serene pink and white combination was juxtaposed with her ample, round buttocks, which still caused the lace floral skirt to flare out dramatically. The alluring curves followed her two slender, glistening legs down to a pair of sexy beige stilettos! Ting only wanted to dress fashionably and innocently, but no matter what she wore, her striking curves were impossible to hide. Her smooth, firm skin was so fair and rosy, flawlessly clean. Her bright almond-shaped eyes, high-bridged nose, and slightly upturned lips required no embellishment; she was already impeccably elegant and refined. It was the comfortable life of a middle-class woman that had made Ting such a woman among women. Even at thirty, her mature charm still held a captivating allure, no wonder the men along the way couldn't resist her gaze.

Although a little nervous, Ting quickened her pace towards the enormous 18-seat VIP room. The moment she awkwardly stood at the door, the room's clamor vanished instantly. Ting's appearance made all the other beauties in the room pale in comparison.

Feeling the warm yet admiring gazes, Ting blushed, a touch of shyness rising within her. She smiled at them, unsure what to say. The class monitor broke the small awkward silence. Known for her loudmouthing back in school, she grabbed Ting and exclaimed, "Ah, our school beauty, this heavyweight stunner, has finally appeared! Welcome, welcome!" The tense atmosphere instantly dissipated. The girls swarmed around their long-lost classmate, incredibly enthusiastic, and without any restraint, directly asked Ting for her beauty secrets, humbly treating her like a beauty ambassador. The boys, now dressed in suits and ties, have all shed their mischievous appearances and greet the glamorous beauties with smiles. They all envy the man who will become her husband when they see the diamond ring on Ting's hand.

Xiao Gang, the mischievous and clever boy in the class, blurted out, "Hehe, Zhou Ting, you're not only prettier now, but you're also so voluptuous it's unbearable, huh?" Ting's face flushed instantly. Luckily, the people around her were all her classmates from her youth; otherwise, this seemingly complimentary remark would have made the situation truly awkward. After a pause, Ting replied, "What? I didn't expect you to still be so careless with your words. Be careful your wife finds out, or she'll make you kneel on a washboard when you get home." Ting said jokingly, but the girls got excited and started gossiping and teasing Xiao Gang on the spot, as if they had caught a rare opportunity to jointly judge the villain. In fact, this kind of thing happened often when they were in school, and everyone was already used to it. Xiao Gang just had this kind of hobby, and he enjoyed it, liking to "ask for trouble" in front of girls.

The atmosphere was comfortingly pleasant. Surrounded by this group, Ting felt like she was back in the past. She gradually relaxed, no longer feeling restrained, and before the meal officially began, she was already shaking hands with each of the boys present.

However, this feeling didn't last long. After circling the table almost once, a man unexpectedly appeared in Ting's line of sight. His silence had kept him from being noticed.

Jun had changed. Standing at a full 1.85 meters tall, his imposing physique would make many women's hearts flutter. His thin, bearded face bore the marks of time. He gazed at Ting, his lips slightly pursed, appearing so composed, so reserved, as if he were no longer the arrogant, ignorant, mischievous boy he once was.

Ting was somewhat stunned. After all, Jun was the man who had pursued her for three years during her youthful days, and she had also had feelings for him. It was his stubbornness and selfishness that led her to choose Wang Sheng.

When the atmosphere became tense, Jun extended his hand, his smile still gentle.

"Long time no see."

Jun's gentle voice was full of masculine charm, and the people around fell silent. In fact, everyone knew about this dramatic past, but they all kept it to themselves. Ting's heart was pounding, but her long career had taught her how to adjust herself. After relaxing her expression, she smiled and resolutely extended her hand, adorned with her wedding ring, to Jun. She shook hands with him demurely and then returned to her seat.

Outside the door was a different scene. All the staff were busy, except for Victor, who stood there dumbfounded. Actually, from the beginning, the young man had already locked his fantasies firmly on Ting. When Ting shook hands with the men, this scene floated into his mind: in the room, the most beautiful and voluptuous woman was simultaneously possessing all the men! On the sofa in the corner, she was naked, her breasts exposed, surrounded by a heavy mass of large, hard penises. Her mouth, hands, vagina were all busy, and even her anus was not idle!

Moans, shouts, slapping sounds, and the sounds of impacts rose and fell, so lewd and intense that they made one's blood boil. With each of her climaxes, the men, in perfect unison, became even more vigorous. As her juices splattered, she was in ecstasy. In this moment of extreme debauchery, the other women could only watch with envy, resorting to masturbation to soothe

their own desires. Ting was such a woman who easily stirred the imagination, but fantasies are just fantasies. At the class monitor's suggestion, the banquet officially began. The sounds of bottles being opened, glasses clinking, and celebratory shouts filled the room. The old classmates laughed and chatted, drinking heartily, talking about everything under the sun, sharing beautiful memories and heartbreaking stories. When they talked about their present, sharing their hardships and successes, they were filled with passion. Ting was a gentle and virtuous wife at home, and a strong-willed woman outside. A little vanity made her speak with such pride when mentioning her and her husband's professions. Facing a table full of relatives, she no longer restrained herself, drinking three glasses of red wine in succession.

In her tipsy state, she no longer paid attention to the presence of certain people. All good things must come to an end. For the sake of their respective families, almost everyone decided not to continue the gathering, feeling that one meal was enough. Ting had promised her husband she wouldn't come home too late, and naturally, she shared their sentiments. After saying goodbye to everyone, Ting went to the street to hail a taxi home.

Huaihai Road was much quieter. The cool night breeze felt pleasant on her hot skin. Ting wasn't drunk, just a little dizzy. There were almost no empty taxis passing by. She waited quietly. Suddenly, a gleaming black X6 stopped in front of Ting, and a dashing man stepped out.

"It's hard to get a taxi now, let me give you a ride."

"No need. Thank you."

Ting answered readily to Jun's sincerity. Actually, from the moment she left the table, Ting hadn't considered meeting this man at all. Ting knew Jun already had a family, but regardless of what the real purpose of this man not on the list was in attending the party, Ting absolutely didn't want her happy marriage to be disturbed because of him, not even the slightest threat that might not even exist. At this moment, besides refusing, Ting didn't want to say anything more. Jun, however, showed no intention of leaving, asking a question completely unrelated to the previous topic.

"Are you doing well?"

"What?...

"Is he good to you?"

"...Of course, Sheng loves me very much, and I love him very much too."

Ting emphasized her words, deliberately trying to express something. It's understandable; in this situation, perhaps any woman would do the same. An empty car appeared, and Ting stepped into it. Jun followed behind. As Ting opened the back door, he handed her his business card, saying, "If you need anything, I hope you'll think of me. We'll always be friends, right?" "Okay. Goodbye," Ting replied casually and got into the car.

The car turned around and headed straight for the tunnel. Ting sat in the back seat, finally letting out a sigh of relief, her eyes slightly rolling back as if she had been freed from something. The business card was still in her hand. Ting glanced at it, and when she saw the words, her sleepy eyes immediately brightened. During dinner, Jun had only briefly mentioned that he worked as a manager in a foreign company, but the business card read: Guo Jun, Chairman of the Board of Directors of Kelly Group.

Working at a foreign bank, Ting was very familiar with Fortune 500 companies. Of course, she had heard of this famous company, a recognized international leader. In just a few years, Jun had risen to such an unattainable position. Ting was still somewhat surprised by this fact.

The business card was placed on the back seat of the car. When the car arrived at Century Avenue, Ting called home to tell her husband she was almost home and asked him to prepare so she could enjoy a relaxing bubble bath as soon as she got there.

Before bed, the two made love again. After their intimacy, Ting lay happily in Sheng's arms and told him about the night's events, except for the matter with Jun.

For the next few days, they made love almost every day. Ting truly wanted to fulfill her promise from that night. Knowing that it would be difficult to conceive in the days following her period, she still let Sheng ejaculate inside her each time. Whether it was for warm-up or just to test the waters, at least she felt at ease. She believed that the birth of a child would make their family even more perfect. Because of this, the amount of birth control pills in the house was never reduced.

However, Sheng continued to sink into despair, seemingly ignoring the happiness that many men desperately crave. He spent his days flipping through the calendar, counting down his final days at the company. Eventually, the situation deteriorated to the point where the couple could only muster a semblance of passion in bed, and their once-happy home began to fade.

One day, Ting rushed home after work, wanting to have a serious talk with her husband and find the root of the problem. She quickly prepared a table full of his favorite dishes, waiting for his return.

However, Sheng appeared late at night. He staggered unsteadily at the door, reeking of alcohol. Ting was furious; she had never been so angry since they got married. She wanted to scold him: "If you're not coming home, you should at least have said so!" But she held back. She helped him into the house, tenderly serving him tea and water, showing him extra care. Little did he know, Sheng was a completely different person. The moment he sat down on the sofa, he inexplicably threw a tantrum, eventually resorting to violence, slapping Ting to the ground with a resounding blow!

Ting, pampered and spoiled since childhood, no matter how understanding she was, couldn't bear such humiliation; she finally broke down. Before dawn, Ting spent the long night alone in the guest room, sobbing. Before leaving, she packed her bags. Whether it was punishment or venting, she never wanted to see Sheng again and went back to her parents' home. Their

happy home was shattered, perhaps only temporarily, but a man who was usually so measured and rational experienced a sense of impending doom. Facing the imminent loss of his job, and with his wife abandoning him, life lost all color and purpose. He spent every day alone in the empty house, his only companion the warm smile of his wife in photographs. Numerous sweet photos filled the living room and bedroom; only they made Sheng feel that this was still a home. Sheng was filled with remorse and regret. He called his wife several times, begging for her forgiveness, but was met with indifference each time. Finally, one day, he couldn't bear it any longer and told her everything.

Ting cried. Ting deeply loved her husband, unwaveringly. She had been unhappy during their separation; she missed Sheng's laughter and his scent. But upon learning the truth, her fragile heart melted. She knew Sheng too well; his career was practically everything to him. Ting planned to return to her husband the next day. On the phone, she didn't tell him; she wanted to surprise him.

That night was still long, but it finally passed. Early the next morning, the dawn filled the city with vitality. A spotless white BMW slowly drove into the underground parking garage of the Jinmao Tower. A beautiful woman in a uniform, her hair flowing down her shoulders, sat in the driver's seat.

Usually, after parking, Ting would rush to the elevator to start her day. But now, the engine had been silent for a long time, and the car doors remained tightly shut. Sitting listlessly in her seat, she seemed lost in thought, a faint melancholy flickering in her captivating eyes.

Ting wasn't worried about Sheng losing his job; she feared he would become despondent, knowing her husband's fragile nature all too well.

Finally, she got out of the car, her face lifeless as she slowly walked towards the elevator. Just then, a familiar figure appeared—a lean, athletic man—walking towards her. It was Jun.

Jun was dressed casually, a clean golf shirt hanging on his physique, looking light and agile. His waxed hair shone brightly even in the dim parking garage, giving him a completely new, effeminate look. Sheng stared intently at Ting, his voice filled with concern: "What's wrong? This doesn't seem like you." "What?"

Ting felt abruptly taken aback, but continued walking. Jun followed, maintaining a distance, yet always able to catch a whiff of her elegant fragrance.

"My car happened to be parked next to you at the intersection while we were waiting at the light. You seemed distracted while driving, so I followed you here. What's wrong?" "I guess I didn't sleep well." "Really

?"

"Yeah."

Ting replied simply as she walked, all she could do in response to this familiar solicitation was to give a perfunctory reply.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the elevator. When Ting realized the elevator was on a higher floor, her smile became even more strained. She really didn't want to spend another second with this man, whose encounter was definitely not accidental.

"I have to rush to work. You can go ahead. I'm really fine." "Oh, okay."

Jun turned and left without a trace of embarrassment, as calmly as if his appearance was merely to greet the woman in front of him. It was precisely his calmness that made Ting uneasy. After all, they were classmates. If Jun's appearance was simply out of concern for his close friend, Ting felt that she had indeed gone too far.

The elevator descended floor by floor, but Ting no longer paid attention to the traffic lights. Her gaze lingered on Sheng, who was gradually disappearing into the distance. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. The names of two top-ranking companies kept swirling in her mind. She felt that if Kelly and Morin had a business relationship, and if Guo Jun were to intervene, there was likely still hope for her husband's situation.

Without hesitation, Ting called out his name. Jun returned, his expression still calm, as if he had known from the beginning that the woman before him wouldn't let him leave so easily.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes, it's like this, Guo Jun, I wanted to ask, do you, your company, and the Morin Group, the German-owned company, have any business dealings?" "Yes, we regularly place orders for communication device motherboards with their subsidiary. We've been cooperating for almost three years. Why?" Jun answered crisply and in detail. He had noticed that as he spoke, Ting's brows were gradually relaxing, like someone who hadn't eaten for three days suddenly hearing about food.

"Actually, if that's the case, I, I hope..." Ting had already gotten to the point in a few sentences, speaking frankly. She was naturally impatient, and at this moment, nothing was more important or urgent than helping her husband. Jun laughed, a hearty laugh. Although he didn't finish his sentence, his expression had already given Ting the answer.

The elevator arrived, empty, and went up again. Jun invited Ting to his office to discuss the details further. Ting, finding it hard to refuse his invitation, called her secretary to tell her she would return to the bank after meeting with the client. In the blink of an eye, the two figures sped towards the X6 not far away.

The car door opened smoothly, and Ting resolutely sat in the back seat. While talking to Jun, she maintained the same reserved and measured demeanor as she would with any other man besides her husband, but for now, she had temporarily let her guard down around this man in the car.

With an elegant engine start, a dazzling red taillight slowly disappeared at the bend leading to the ground. The X6 was gone, but Ting's BMW remained quietly parked. On the clean center console, the glass of the photo frame was bathed in the morning light filtering through the terrace. The photo was clear and natural; in the center, two smiling faces were pressed together, slightly distorted, yet incredibly heartwarming—a masterpiece of selfies taken by Ting and her husband on their honeymoon on the beach in Hawaii.

After crossing several streets, the X6 smoothly entered another large underground parking garage of significantly different size. Ting then realized that Jun's company was located in the Shanghai International Finance Center, another skyscraper not far from the Jin Mao Tower, a walk of no more than 10 minutes.

The bright and comfortable sightseeing elevator rapidly ascended to new heights, floor by floor, and everything in the distance seemed to shrink noticeably. When the two stepped out of the elevator, Ting was somewhat stunned. She had seen her share of the world, but she had never imagined that Shanghai could have such a luxurious and large-scale office space. In this unique, towering building, an entire floor belonged to one company. Behind the gilded, massive doorway, the long reception desk alone was entirely marble-faced, surrounded by countless small diamonds. Eight formally dressed and strikingly beautiful receptionists sat side by side. While not as voluptuous as Ting, they were undoubtedly all highly educated young beauties.

Behind the giant water wall emblazoned with the logo, another magnificent scene unfolded. The bright and spacious open-plan hall was so large it was difficult to count the number of people. Several tables and a few employees were present, yet despite the immense size of the office, there was not a sound. Everyone was busy with their own tasks, except for the constant ringing of countless telephones and fax machines.

Years of experience in the workplace had made Ting no longer feel awkward in such a high-class setting, but before taking a step, she still couldn't help but glance at her breasts. Whenever she wore her uniform, she always worried that if a button broke, even just one, everything would be unpredictable.

Feeling the unfamiliar gazes directed at her, Ting followed Jun towards the CEO's office. In fact, everyone had stopped to nod respectfully to Jun and the woman behind him, but after passing by, their gazes lingered, unable to return to their original focus. When they all converged on the woman's curvaceous back, they seemed even more strange.

After what felt like an eternity, the two finally reached the end of the corridor. Two teak doors were tightly shut, and a sign clearly read "President's Office" in English.

Indeed, the room's grandeur and elegance were awe-inspiring. The nearly 50-square-meter room featured all-natural marble walls, except for the curved exterior made of glass. Large, neatly arranged sheer white curtains concealed the interior, yet the light still permeated the space, allowing a glimpse of the outside. A massive table stood imposingly in the center, seemingly embodying the essence of a successful man. A short distance away, a black leather sofa displayed exquisite lines. On the other side of the room was a huge wine cabinet, neatly displaying expensive wines from around the world—a veritable treasure trove. Even more striking was a jade statue of Nass standing gracefully beside the cabinet. Ting, unfamiliar with interior design, recognized the exquisitely crafted Italian armchair behind the table; it alone was worth over 300,000 yuan.

At Jun's enthusiastic invitation, Ting entered the house and sat down on the sofa. She sat with her chest out, knees together, and only half her buttocks touching the ground – a very elegant posture she always adopted in unfamiliar situations. Soon, her secretary had brought her coffee, which she sipped carefully.

Everything made Ting feel that her husband's matter was likely settled. Sure enough, Jun searched through his contacts for a while and dialed a number called "President Xiao." Ting immediately guessed his identity: the chief director of Mo Lin's group. The name Xiao Wen was already very familiar to Ting, as Sheng's wife.

Watching Jun talk on the phone with such ease, Ting sat quietly, her fingers interlaced, her heart still pounding. After all, until the answer was revealed, everything was still uncertain.

However, what ultimately disappointed Ting was not Xiao Wen's attitude. Throughout the entire call, Jun only discussed cooperation matters and never mentioned Wang Sheng once! After hanging up, when his gaze returned, his smile clearly contained a cold, unsettling light.

"You've seen my relationship with President Xiao. This kind of small matter is something I can handle in a second. But now, I'm helping that good-for-nothing Wang Sheng. Heh, well, that depends on your sincerity." Jun seemed like a completely different person; his hints were so blatant. Ting smiled, a stiff smile. In that moment of sudden realization, she regretted being so naive as to accompany him, so naively hoping for a simple helping hand. "You have

n't changed at all!"

With that, Ting slung her bag over her shoulder, stood up, and walked towards the door, not wanting to waste any more time. Jun panicked and quickly caught up, his tone softening instantly. "You're wrong! I can change anything, except my heart for you! Ting, I ask for nothing more, I just want..." "..."

"I just want to hold you, kiss you, that's all!"

"..."

"With such a small request, can you bear to watch Wang Sheng sink deeper into despair?... Ting, think about it!" Jun pleaded, his words utterly repulsive. Ting's hand was firmly on the doorknob, ready to leave at any moment, but her feet seemed glued to the door, hesitant to step out. In life, she could face anything with composure, but at this moment, she was in turmoil. It wasn't pity for the man behind her, but the scene from the past few days was still haunting her mind—her husband's pale and weak face, the events of that night so unbearable to recall. She suddenly felt that perhaps everything would truly become unpleasant because of that job.

When Ting turned around, Jun was already standing in front of her, so composed as if he had known from the beginning that she was hesitant. He continued, "I just want to hold you, kiss you! That's enough." "Is that meaningful?"

Ting asked, but her voice was weak and powerless. At that very moment, Jun said nothing more, stepped forward, and pulled Ting into his arms. His thirsty mouth roamed over her face, her ears, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and her lips, like a hungry wolf that had been waiting for days and finally got its prey, tearing and biting at her smooth, fragrant cheeks.

Ting didn't flinch, didn't resist, she just stood there motionless. She was enduring, waiting, waiting for the rainbow to appear after the storm. At this moment, she seemed to understand, feeling that this sacrifice for her husband was worthwhile!

She also thought that her coldness would slowly make the man in front of her give up.

Indeed, as Jun intensified his kisses, Ting pursed her lips tightly and kept her eyes open. But as a sensitive woman, a woman who hadn't been intimate with her husband for several days, how could her body not react instinctively at this moment? Despite her restraint, the feeling eventually came. In the blink of an eye, her cheeks were flushed, and even with the churning in her lower abdomen, her nipples felt a continuous swelling! If she hadn't been holding back, she might have already moaned.

Jun, being an experienced hand, noticed the subtle change in Ting's expression and immediately began to use his hands, passionately caressing her soft back and cheeks, his touch spreading outwards. He asked her, "On your wedding day, when you and Wang Sheng kissed in public on stage, do you know how much my heart ached? Hmm?" "..."

"When you and he were in your bridal chamber, do you know how much torment I endured?" "..."

"And now, you still treat me like this!" "

...Don't say anymore..."

"You only came to me because of him." "

...Don't say any more!"

"Isn't that right? Hmm?"

Jun's tone grew increasingly forceful, and he grabbed Ting's buttocks, which were tightly wrapped in her skirt, and greedily caressed them. Everything made Ting realize that this man wouldn't give up easily. But trying to break free was now even more difficult; the shameless itch of desire continued to spread uncontrollably. When she felt the bulging hardness of his penis still inside her, Ting noticed that her sanitary pad was already wet.

Her vagina was already wet! What would happen if this continued? Ting used her last bit of brute force, this shameful signal completely igniting her. Finally, the beastly man was pushed away.

Outside the window, the sun was still shining brightly. Ting stood there, suppressing her burning desire, frantically tugging at her slightly wrinkled skirt. Even now, she couldn't let go of that matter, but no matter the outcome, she wanted to leave first.

Her phone rang then. The ringtone was familiar; it was from home. Jun was standing beside her, his crotch clearly bulging—Ting saw it! But her conflicted emotions and instinctive guilt made her answer without hesitation.

"Hello." "

..."

"Hello? Is this Sheng?"

"Where are you?"

"I...I'm out taking care of some things."

"Heh, no wonder no one answered your landline."

"Is something wrong, Sheng?"

Ting lied, and kept calling her husband "Sheng" on the phone. She'd gotten used to this since the affair was exposed, but now, in front of Jun, she desperately wanted to call out those two familiar words into the microphone, yet the guilt of lying prevented her from doing so. Besides, she could still clearly feel the dampness in her panty.

"Is something wrong, Sheng?"

"What else would I want from you? When are you finally coming back?" "..."

"I already said it wasn't intentional that night. Living separately from me, are you really that happy? Hmm?" "Sheng!..."

"Enough! Stop talking! If you don't come back tonight, don't come back at all!" (Slap!...)

"..."

Clearly, Sheng had been drinking again; his tone was so dejected, so extreme. Just as Ting was about to explain her decision to him, the phone went dead, the sound so sharp that Jun heard it too.

The call ended just like that. Ting stared blankly at her phone, her heart bleeding. She was the kind of woman who would cry even while watching a Korean drama; how could she bear such a blow again? It was as if she could see her husband from that night again. It was one wave after another. Finally, crystal tears welled up in her eyes, sliding down her stiff cheeks, gathering at her chin, and dripping onto the diamond chain between her ample breasts, slowly soaking her cleavage.

The spacious room fell silent instantly, save for the sound of sobbing. What did this mean for Jun, who had witnessed the entire call? A wicked glint flashed in his eyes again. He knew better than anyone that a wounded woman was easier to conquer. He acted immediately, without even wiping away the fragile woman's tears.

Their bodies touched again and never separated. Ting seemed possessed; in this moment, faced with Jun's recklessness, she seemed to have lost herself, her former fierceness vanished.

Being kissed fiercely and passionately by the man before her, her body felt relaxed. Whether it was enjoyment and comfort or catharsis, at least for this moment she slowly let go of something. As her tears dried, the muscles in her face relaxed in ecstasy. When her reserved lips slowly parted, feeling his experienced tongue again, her heart completely melted. Ting closed her beautiful eyes in ecstasy, her husband's face flashing through her mind, guilt welling up, yet the rekindled desire was irresistible. She murmured, "No, no…," but her hands unconsciously wrapped around his waist and back.

"Is it comfortable?... Hmm?~" "...We each...have our own families now...why do this?" "It seems...you like it when I kiss you like this...hmm?~" "...No...I'll feel guilty towards him..." "It's good that you're comfortable...I'll make you even more comfortable...I'll take care of his matter for you." "...You know...I love him so much..."

This was the first time Ting had spoken to Jun so gently. As she leaned forward slightly, her alluring slender heels left the ground and didn't fall back down. The sounds of their passionate kisses and heavy breathing filled the room in an instant. Jun understood too well. He proceeded with the woman, layer by layer, invading her little by little. Every word, every glance, he controlled with perfect precision, drawing her deeper and deeper into a stolen pleasure. But soon, he made a move that caught her completely off guard.

Just as Ting's eyes were becoming increasingly lustful at the handsome face before her, she suddenly felt as if her breasts had been completely released, becoming full and swollen. A chill rushed over her, and she involuntarily screamed, "Ah!~" But it was all too late.

Her breasts shamelessly burst out, instantly covering her collar. She ripped off the seemingly thin lace bra, and, caught off guard, was completely overwhelmed. Ting's breasts were so large they seemed to split open, so smooth and flawless, so full and alluring, as if overflowing with abundant milk. Her two pearly areolas, so provocatively set in place of her nipples, swollen and delicate, as if milk might burst forth at any moment. No wonder she looked so voluptuous in anything she wore; it was clearly the result of a woman with naturally alluring curves, nurtured and cared for over time.

The air in the room instantly warmed because of those unrestrained yet incredibly shy breasts. Ting was stunned. The part of her body that had just been exposed to her husband was now completely visible to another man. She desperately tried to cover herself, but Jun had already pounced on her, sucking on one nipple and grabbing the other. Her breasts were busy trying to keep up, a feeling of shame, yet her nipples were swollen with pleasure. Ting seemed to be struggling to break free, but her expression revealed a lewdness she herself couldn't imagine.

What was she doing? If Sheng knew, would he forgive her? She couldn't face the question, and a moan still escaped her lips.

"...No, don't do this...I can't do this to him..."

"It's okay...he won't know..." "

...If this continues...I won't be able to take it..."

"Is that so...hmm? Your nipples are so hard..."

"...Don't do this..."

Jun understood women so well. As he said this, he was already standing to Ting's side, not only able to kiss her but also to let her large breasts be completely unrestrained, giving him more space to torment them. He loved this process of conquest, occasionally slapping those two snow-white, soft flesh, then alternately stimulating her nipples, pulling them, stretching her breasts into an olive shape, and then suddenly letting them bounce back.

"Still pretending... Look at these breasts... How lewd they are, how many men have played with them? Hmm?~" ("Hmm?~" is a lewd question used by men to humiliate women, with a strong aphrodisiac effect.) "...Oh..." Ting felt both pain and lewdness at the same time, and the sanitary pad was getting wetter and wetter. When she closed her beautiful eyes, the man's gaze turned wicked again. With a "rip..." the zipper head slid across the taut hem of her skirt, and in the blink of an eye, another patch of alluring flesh-colored flesh appeared in the office!

Even with another seductive cry, "Ah~", Ting knelt down to cover herself, but the parted hem of her skirt still slipped down to below her knees. On her shapely, snow-white lower body, there was a pair of panties made of only a small piece of cloth and straps, just covering her pubic hair. This was specially made for her husband by Ting. Before she could react, Jun had already untied the straps and ripped it off!

"Ah~ No!"

The air thickened with the sudden glimpse of spring's beauty. Jun hadn't expected that this woman he'd longed for would have such alluringly plump buttocks, and skin so fair, smooth, and flawless, perfectly complementing her face and breasts. Few men could resist her. And then there was her full, rounded belly, another sight to behold, a tuft of pubic hair nestled beneath, its swollen shape suggesting it had been yearning for comfort for a long time. At that moment, Jun was still clutching those worn-out panties, the soaked pad still stuck to his crotch. He was completely enraged. He swung his hand and slapped her shyly closed buttocks hard!

"Ah!~~~" The crisp, solid sound brought out a seductive scream. As she leaned forward, Ting's breasts trembled, pain and lust mingling on her brows—a complex expression, all piled on her face. Only then did she realize what was happening.

"You… what do you want to do!"

"Wearing such shameless underwear, you're obviously trying to seduce men, huh?~" "Guo Jun, you're shameless!" "Heh, you're all wet like this, tell me, how many days has it been since you and he did it? Huh?~" "What's it to you?" "Is that so?"

At this moment, Ting's "angry roar" no longer posed a threat to Jun; on the contrary, it made him even more audacious. At that time, only a foot away from the door, Jun grabbed Ting's chin with one hand, locked the door with the other, and went straight back to her alluring, snowy buttocks. While touching her, his fingers deliberately touched the folds of her anus peeking out from the cleft of her buttocks. Slowly, slowly, suddenly another slap! (Slap!... "Ahhhhhh!" "Do you want it?"

"Impossible!..."

Ting tried to break free, but her naked, wanton buttocks became her Achilles' heel. With each groping and abuse, she shamelessly swayed.

"Your body has betrayed you."

"Disgusting! You…"

"Ha, only disgusting people can sit in this position."

(Slap!…)

"Ah!~ No!"

"If it weren't lewd, how could you women like it..."

Jun got excited, repeatedly breathing lewd breath on Ting's face, his hand making the same motion over and over again. With each slap, he could see the undisguised lewd bitterness in her rejecting eyes; he was deliberately torturing her.

Gradually, her naked, alluring buttocks finally stopped clenching, the two snowy lips parted, and her anus was also wet and glistening. The folds were so delicate and tender, so incredibly shy. Yet, her lustful labia were wide open, like two ripe wood ear mushrooms filled with pink flesh, glistening with moisture.

Jun was completely "fired up." After spreading her legs, he gave her a satisfying rub, and then... *Slap!* (Smack!... Instantly, a clear wet mark of fingers was left on the side of her wanton, seductive buttocks.

A woman is a woman after all. When their upper lips met again, Ting no longer knew how to refuse. Her slender heels slowly emerged from under her skirt on the ground. Soon, her breasts, swollen with lust, began to work again. Her hard, gritty nipples had just been grabbed when her lower lip felt the warmth of another hand. The lewd fingers, however, refused to penetrate, instead teasing and rubbing back and forth between her labia. What woman in the world could endure such teasing? Ting felt like she was about to explode with pleasure. In her heart, she cursed herself fiercely, but she could no longer reverse this shameless situation.

"Don't you want to?... "

"...Please...let me go..."

"You can leave, or you can choose to stay, but his decision is entirely up to you." "...Do you really want to ruin even our friendship?... "

As she spoke, a warm trickle of water slowly slid down between her legs. Jun didn't want to waste any more time, so he grabbed the woman's arm and led her to the window. The CEO's office was decorated with such elegance and refinement, yet that trembling, alluring snow-white buttocks still stole the show. Venus remained standing by the wine cabinet, calmly observing this unsightly scene.

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