Having sex with a girl born in the 90s is like a dream.

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I'm the manager of a small company with a small staff, and the age gap isn't too big—the oldest is 24, the youngest is 16. We all share a common hobby: picking up girls. We've all agreed that whoever gets a girl has to bring her to the company, and she has to bring her friends. (I don't need to explain why we have to bring friends, right?) Xiao Wei, who's new to the company and the youngest, is quite dedicated and honest—maybe that's just how he is since he's new. Let me tell you something privately: I was the one who decided to hire him after his interview. I didn't mind his age or lack of experience, nor did I care about his educational background. Our company is unique; everyone starts from scratch. Frankly, as long as you're a person, can write a few words, and have ambition, that's enough. The reason I decided to hire him was because he's handsome. (I'm not gay, and I'm not interested in him. I just guessed that since he's handsome, many women would come knocking on his door, and then... hehe.) I thought my plan was pretty good, but unfortunately, that's not how it works. Two months have passed, and there's still no sign of him. At least he hasn't caused us any trouble at work, so I secretly comforted myself, "Oh well, Xiao Wei is a reliable worker; after all, he's here to work. Let it go."

One day, around one or two in the afternoon, two pretty young women came to our company. As they walked in, I thought to myself, given their age, it probably wasn't business-related; they must be looking for someone. I walked over with a lewd grin—oh, I didn't miswrite, I meant a smile—and said to one of the girls, "What can I do for you?" The girl replied shyly, "We're looking for Xiao Wei. Oh, Xiao Wei isn't here." "Do you know where he went?" the other girl asked. "A client had a small problem, so they sent Xiao Wei out to resolve it." "Please have a seat; he'll probably be back soon," I said, gesturing for them to sit in the meeting room. "Okay, thank you for your help," mm said. They sat down, I poured them tea, and then went back to my desk. I felt really bad, because Xiao Wei wouldn't be back for a while, and I wanted to keep them there for a bit. Even if nothing came of it, it wouldn't hurt to have a good look and chat, right? My eyes hadn't left them since they came in. They looked like they were born in the 90s, young, but very well-developed—perfectly proportioned, round and perky. Their breasts weren't the super-sized type; I estimated that if I grabbed one with my hand, it would be just the right size, no more, no less. I noticed them whispering and seemed about to leave. But that wouldn't do; I hadn't seen enough. I went over and deliberately asked, "Why isn't Xiaowei back yet?" They said, "Maybe something's holding him up. We'll go now and won't wait for him." I said, "Sit down for a bit. He'll probably be back soon. It's hot outside, and I don't have anything to do, so don't worry about causing us any trouble." One of the girls looked out at the hot weather and said, "Thank you, we'll wait for him." I secretly rejoiced. "Wait," I thought, "I hope I can get you into bed with me." I asked, feigning gentlemanly politeness, "What are your names?" "My surname is Xu, just call me Qin'er. Her name is Ma Li. You can call her by her name or Xiao Li. Qin'er, Xiao Li—these names evoke sexual fantasies." "My name is Zhou Yu. You can call me brother, or by my name. If you think I'm too old, call me uncle." "How old are you? Calling you uncle? You're only three or four years older than us," Ma Li said with a smile. "Three or four years old? I've got the looks to be an uncle!" Qin'er couldn't hold back any longer, pouting, and said, "Look at you, you're not even that old yet, and you're already acting like an old man. Many of my friends have boyfriends your age." I asked why, and she said, "They're experienced, they make me feel safe." I don't know if she meant experience in bed, but that's how I understood it. We chatted a lot and exchanged QQ and phone numbers. I learned they were freshmen in college and had been classmates with Xiaowei in high school. They came to ask Xiaowei why he hadn't gone to school. Qin'er had always liked Xiaowei, and he knew it, but their relationship had always been very ordinary; they'd never even held hands. I even cursed at Xiaowei, "You son of a bitch, do you even have a thing? You're so pathetic!" Xiaowei's response was: "Not interested." Although I had their QQ numbers, their QQ avatars remained grayed out for half a month. The beauties didn't seem to be online often. Several times I considered calling them, but then I thought, "I can't. Calling a girl I'm not very familiar with would easily expose my wolfish nature."

One day, I was drawing when a non-mainstream QQ icon flashed in the lower right corner of my computer screen. Excited, it was her, Qin'er. She messaged me, "Hey, what are you doing? Busy?" I replied, "Busy, busy watching a movie." She replied with "...", saying, "I need to talk to you about something, I hope you can help." I replied, "Go ahead, as long as it's not murder, arson, or breaking the law, I'll do my best." It turned out she was on summer vacation and wanted to work for me for free; her purpose was definitely for Xiaowei. I knew this well—free labor and seeing beautiful women every day, why not? I readily agreed. She started working the day after I agreed, and I arranged for another female colleague to mentor her. Xiao Wei was surprised to see her and coldly asked, "Why are you here?" Qin replied, "I came to see you. Aren't you welcome?" Xiao Wei, his expression unchanged, coldly said, "Oh, whatever." I quickly intervened, "Welcome, welcome! Working with a beautiful woman, how could I not welcome her?" I then asked another colleague to take her away, afraid that Xiao Wei, that idiot, would drive Qin away. Two or three days passed, and Xiao Wei became less willing to talk to her. They hadn't exchanged more than ten words in those few days. I sensed things weren't going well; if this continued, the beautiful woman would leave. So, I told Qin that I was willing to help her and suggested we have dinner together that evening, creating an opportunity for them. Qin was very grateful and thanked me. Of course, I'm not a good person; helping her was also partly my intention. I estimated he would bring Ma Li that evening, and I could. I'm Xiao Wei's boss, and he can't disobey me. So, that evening, he obediently went with me to meet Qin. As soon as we entered, Qin'er waved to me. Someone else was sitting next to her; it must be Marila. Haha, this time my plan worked. I asked with concern, "Have you ordered yet?" "Not yet, we'll order together when you come," Qin'er said with a smile. During that time, Marila and I chatted and laughed, while they remained silent, occasionally offering a forced expression in response to our conversation. To be honest, the atmosphere was very awkward. Marila's phone suddenly rang; it seemed her friend needed to contact her urgently. She said goodbye and left quickly. I felt a pang of disappointment. Damn it, another failure. Facing the awkward atmosphere, I was about to leave when Xiao Wei stood up. "I'm full, I have to go." Qin'er seemed about to explode, but calmly said, "Can't you stay a little longer with me?" Xiao Wei still said, "I have to go," and left. Qin'er was left alone. She stared blankly out the window, called a waiter, and ordered a bottle of red wine. I hate alcohol because it always gets me drunk at social gatherings. But today, I find it particularly endearing; it might just knock out this girl in front of me. After the waiter opened the bottle, put down his glass, and left, a surprising scene unfolded before my eyes: Qin'er was pouring the entire bottle down her throat. This world is crazy... When she had drunk about three-quarters of it, I feigned indifference, snatched the bottle from her, and said, "Are you crazy? Why are you hurting yourself like this?" She replied, "Leave me alone, let me drink." After saying that, she buried her face in her arms on the table and started crying for about ten minutes. Maybe the alcohol was taking effect; she seemed drunk. I helped her up and asked, "Where do you live? I'll take you home." She ignored me, probably because she didn't want her family to see her like this. So I carried her on my back. Holding her thighs, I felt her skin was so smooth. Her breasts pressed against my back, making my mind wander. I carried her to the front desk and got a room, room number 5252. Damn, even the room they booked was so interesting. When we got to the room, I put her on the bed and closed the doors and windows.

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