The Encounter of a Message in a Bottle

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Whoosh… a bottle traced an arc and fell into the sea. A box popped up on the screen—"Your directional bottle has drifted far away." Then, one second later, the screen displayed—"Your bottle has drifted 10 kilometers away." Late at night, I sat in front of my computer, staring at the message "You've used up all your bottles for today…" on the screen. I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled forcefully. Closing my eyes, I seemed to see Xiao Sun's innocent, silly smile. She was the only ordinary worker I ever worked for in Shenzhen, the first girl I met through a message in a bottle. "Ordinary worker" refers to a regular production line worker—a common term used in domestic manufacturing companies. Ordinary workers have very low base salaries and generally rely on overtime to increase their income. Shenzhen is a city made up of factories, attracting many girls from other places seeking employment. Unless they have high levels of education, most have experience as factory workers. Shenzhen is very hot, and at night, large shopping malls often see groups of beautiful women, some of whom are factory workers. It's fair to say that many girls come to Shenzhen to work as factory workers, and many lose their virginity there. Factory workers have become an indispensable part of the city, unknowingly becoming an integral part of urban life. My own work experience has never intersected with factory work, because I wasn't directly involved in production; I've always worked in sales and management. Since the administrative office building was far from the factory, I rarely had the opportunity to meet the factory workers in my company. During my time as a senior executive, I only had contact with them during the annual company party, when the production department would send some to participate in the departmental performances at the final banquet. Sometimes, when factory girls performed modern dances, looking at their slender waists, I would occasionally think, "These girls look pretty good," but since I was already immersed in white-collar life, I never considered sleeping with factory girls. Every time I went to the factory on business, I saw female factory workers. They were all busy in their work uniforms. Because the uniforms were quite loose, their figures were hidden. Some of them even had beads of sweat on their faces, which wasn't very attractive and didn't arouse any interest in me. I know that factory workers work very hard and don't have time to dress up or the money to buy themselves nice clothes. That's why, before meeting Xiao Sun, I had zero experience with female factory workers. One day, I was receiving a file via QQ email and noticed a few words in the list below—"Message in a Bottle!" So I clicked on it and found that I could throw a bottle to make a wish or send blessings. There was even a type of bottle called "Same City Bottle," which made me a little fascinated. If I could throw a bottle and a girl from the same city actually caught it, and then something happened, wouldn't that be romantic? So I started throwing "Same City Bottles." At first, I wrote, "Throw a bottle, hit a wife!" I threw it three times. Why did I write that? Because in Shenzhen, countless women are slept with and dumped by many men, then slept with again, and dumped again, their vaginas practically ruined, so they desperately want to find someone to marry quickly. If you wrote "give me a wife" in the message, I figured many non-virgins would be interested. That's what I thought at the time. But only one person replied, and it was a man. His reply was—"Get lost..." I was incredibly frustrated, and my enthusiasm for playing the message in a bottle dwindled. So, because I had no hope for the message in a bottle and was too lazy to play it seriously, I would only send a few when I felt like it. The content of the bottles was just copied directly from the system's friendly reminders on the bottle, like "A gentle greeting is worth a thousand words," etc. Because I was too lazy to type, of course, not many people replied to me, and my points slowly increased. One day, I suddenly realized I could throw and retrieve six bottles at a time, because I'd leveled up. I had to justify my efforts, just like in online games, when you level up and need new equipment, you start diligently grinding dungeons for gear. I also started figuring out how to make the most of these six opportunities. As the saying goes, men are driven by sex first, then love; while women are driven by love first, then sex. These women in Shenzhen, after being slept with and dumped, definitely miss the attentiveness the men showed them before. Plus, they still have some dreamy aspirations for the future. Therefore, you must use a single sentence to touch their hearts and resonate with them to pique their interest in getting to know you. I'm reminded of a line from Nalan Xingde: "If life were only as beautiful as the first encounter." This classic Nalan quote means, "If being with your loved one could be as beautiful and serene as when you first met, without later resentment or bitterness, then everything would remain as beautiful as the first meeting—how wonderful that would be." This phrase perfectly captures the feelings of women who have been slept with and dumped, so I sent it out in a bottle. In less than half an hour, I received replies from four girls, mostly expressing sentiments like, "Yeah, if only we could go back to the beginning," and "I really want to go back to the beginning." I chuckled to myself; these non-virgins had their innermost desires stirred, and sure enough, they were all surfacing. I'll assess and choose my next target later. Everything is proceeding as planned. There are many types of women in these bottles. Some like to use a pretty girl's picture; clicking on it leads to a private section. Some even post their own photos, which is helpful for assessing their character. I like those who post photos because these girls are generally confident enough to share their pictures. If you compliment them, they'll usually be overjoyed; vanity is their weakness. Of course, I prefer those who post full-body photos in the Secret Garden, because you can see their waist and legs. If they post photos of them wearing pants, you can even judge from the photo whether their vagina is bulging (visually, whether it's raised). Generally, if the vagina looks bulging, the opening of the vagina will be slightly upturned during sex, making penetration feel very comfortable. I once slept with a receptionist girl at a Sichuan hotel; her vagina was bulging, very raised, and upturned, giving me a unique feeling of being gripped when my penis went in, which I still remember vividly. Of course, I've also been fooled by photos. Once, a woman's photo showed a very bulging vagina, but it wasn't bulging at all when I touched it, and it wasn't upturned either. After I finished, I said, "Your vagina looks very bulging in the photo, but it doesn't feel bulging to the touch." She laughed and said, "I was on my period when the photo was taken, so I wore a panty liner..." I burst into tears. Some women on the Message in a Bottle list don't have profile pictures or photos. These women are also very short-lived; sometimes they say a few words and then never reply. You can basically not count on these women, because they might also be men. There are also some who use a beautiful girl as their profile picture, but don't post any photos in their private chat. They spend all their time posting things like, "It's my birthday today, who can celebrate with me?" Because these women are inexperienced, clicking on their profile picture reveals their daily posts (they accidentally selected and uploaded/shared the messages from those bottles). I thought, "How can this woman celebrate her birthday almost every day of the month?" So, without a doubt, these women are basically bar girls. A wolf's mindset is always unique, so when I look at these female bottle friends' profiles, I mainly look at one key indicator: the bottle points! I ignore anyone with over 1000 points, because these women are experienced in bottle-related activities and have seen it all. My focus is always on female bottle friends with less than 50 points. These women are new to bottle-related activities and still full of dreams, making them easy targets. So, I carefully studied the female netizens who replied to my bottle. I found that the girls who replied earlier either had high points or had photos posted in their private gardens that were unattractive, making them unappealing to me. So, I continued to wait. Unexpectedly, Xiao Sun, an ordinary worker with 15 points in the bottle, unfortunately ended up with me just because she replied to my bottle. On the same night I sent that bottle with the message "If only life were as beautiful as our first meeting," I received another reply. There was no profile picture, and it said "Intellectual Mature Woman," with 15 points. Her reply was: "I also really want to go back to the beginning, but I may never have the chance again in this lifetime." After looking at her points and reply, I felt I should try to get this girl's QQ number to assess her quality. Since her points were low, she was probably still somewhat naive. So, I opened the bottle and started chatting with her. I said, "Why are you so sad? Girls should be more cheerful, shouldn't they?" The anonymous friend replied, "I'm an old woman, not a girl anymore." I was slightly disappointed. A wolf's greatest characteristic is patience, so before seeing her true colors and making a judgment, I ignored these minor distractions. I said, "I feel you're still a girl, just a wounded one, because I can tell from your conversation that you still yearn for love." The anonymous friend replied, "You like Nalan?"I said, "I don't idolize anyone, but I like this line from Nalan Xingde because it resonates with me." An anonymous friend replied, "Have you been hurt by love too?" I said, "My ex-girlfriend dumped me. She thought my salary was too low and ran off with a rich guy. You tell me, I earn 400,000 a year, and I still couldn't keep her. I was devastated." (Note: This line, meant to deceive girls, contains several key points. First, it shows I'm the victim, not unfaithful. Second, it subtly reveals my financial situation. This way, if the girl is focused on feelings, she'll be attracted to me; if she's focused on money, it also meets her expectations—killing two birds with one stone.) An anonymous friend replied, "Then your girlfriend must have some issues. Her standards are too high, aren't they?" I said, "I don't have a girlfriend now, so please don't use the word 'girlfriend' anymore, thank you." An anonymous friend replied, "Do you still think about her?" I said, "That was two years ago, it's all in the past, haha." An anonymous friend replied, "Then you're better off than me. Even though I broke up with my boyfriend, I still think about him often." I said, "I feel you might be too closed off. Do you have many friends in your life?" The anonymous friend replied, "After the breakup, I rarely contacted my old friends. I don't have many friends in my life." I said, "I feel you should have more friends. I also feel I lack friends in that area." The anonymous friend replied, "Yes, I should make more friends in my life and move on sooner." I said, "Count me in. My QQ number is *******. Add me. My surname is Zhang. What's your surname, little sister?" The anonymous friend replied, "My surname is Sun." I said, "Little Sun, I think you're someone worth being friends with. Add me on QQ and let's be friends." (After this series of moves, I'm done.) Little Sun hesitated for a long time, probably because she was quite indecisive. A small speaker icon appeared on my QQ profile picture in the lower right corner of my computer. She added me as a friend. First battle won. Later, through chatting and video calls, I learned that she was from Hunan, 27 years old, and worked as a factory worker in Shenzhen. She was fairly attractive, but a bit short at 1.61 meters. I was a little disappointed because I've never been a fan of girls who neglect their appearance; they lack natural scent, their clothes lack style, and their hair isn't smooth or shiny. But I thought, since I'd gotten to know her, even if I didn't sleep with her, I could at least help her improve her image. So one weekend, I suggested buying her some clothes to cheer her up (actually, I wanted to improve my mood by enhancing her appearance). Unexpectedly, she refused, saying, "I don't need you to buy me clothes. I can earn my own money; I'll buy them myself if I need them." Her answer caught my eye. Pure, independent—girls detached from materialism are so rare. I couldn't help but admire her, and that admiration turned into attraction, and then I started thinking about sleeping with her. After some thought, I decided to treat her to dinner first, and then, depending on the situation, find a place to have sex with her. Because we'd gotten quite familiar with each other through chatting, and it happened to be a Sunday when she wasn't working overtime, I asked her out for dinner. She hesitated for a moment, then agreed. I initially wanted to go to a nice, expensive hotel, but she refused, saying she preferred street food. To please her, I accompanied her to a roadside stall and we ate spicy hot pot. After finishing, I asked her, "So, what else should we do?" I stared at her intently. She understood what I meant and whispered, "You decide." I understood, so we found a nearby business hotel, booked a deluxe single room, and took her to the room. Since we both knew what was going on, I immediately hugged her and started kissing her. At the same time, I slipped my hands inside her clothes and caressed her breasts. Her breasts were soft, and her nipples were large. I pulled off her top and took her breast into my mouth, then we both fell onto the bed. My hand began to caress her vulva. Her pubic hair was sparse, but her vulva was full and soft. The curve of her vulva was wonderful when my whole hand was placed on it. I gently stroked her vulva with my middle finger and found that the opening below was not loose, but rather quite tight. With just a light touch, she groaned. At this moment, her vulva was obviously wetter than before. After caressing her for a while, I quickly pulled down half of my pants, took out my penis, and inserted it. My penis went in smoothly and felt very warm. I began to thrust rhythmically, and she also let out soft moans. While I was fucking her, I looked at her face. She kept her eyes closed and her lips pursed, which aroused my desire to conquer her and make her stop pursing her lips. So I lifted my body slightly, and my penis went from being inserted straight in to being inserted at an angle, close to her clitoris. Sure enough, in this position, with each thrust, my penis would pass over her clitoris. She stopped pursing her lips and started moaning with her mouth open. I lowered my head, and she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, found my mouth with her little mouth, and moved her little tongue back and forth in my mouth. With my penis inside her and her tongue moving in my mouth, this girl was quite wanton when she was fucking good. After fucking her like this for about 10 minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and pulled out my penis, ejaculating on her belly. She quickly turned her face away, closed her eyes, and looked very shy. This shyness aroused me. After resting for a while, I fucked her again. Later, she said she needed to go home to sleep that night because she couldn't sleep outside and might have to work overtime at the factory the next day. So I let her go home, telling her, "I'll ask you out again sometime!" She nodded and left. That night, she sent me a text message asking if I was just playing around with her. Seeing this message, I felt this girl was getting a little emotional, and I had to deal with her cleanly and decisively, otherwise she'd get entangled. So I replied, "Sex between men and women is a feeling. If you feel it, continue; if you don't, stop. You can't force feelings!" She didn't reply. Because I felt that if I continued to ask her out, things would get complicated, I didn't ask her out again. A dialog box popped up in the lower right corner of my computer desktop: "Same as always, spending it alone." I knew it was my friends in the bottle answering my question—how are you planning to spend the weekend? Looking at this answer, I laughed, a very wicked laugh. As I laughed, I couldn't help but think of Xiao Sun. Thinking of her, I felt she was just an ordinary worker, and a girl who didn't care about money. I realized that my actions of using a message in a bottle to trick her were truly unfair to her. Thinking of this, I felt guilty, and I even recalled Nalan's words—"If only life were as beautiful as our first meeting." [The End]She refused, saying, "I don't need you to buy me clothes. I can earn my own money, and I'll buy clothes myself if I need them." Her answer caught my eye; she was pure, independent, and detached from materialism—such girls are rare indeed. I couldn't help but admire her, and that admiration turned into attraction, and that attraction led me to want to sleep with her. After some thought, I decided to take her out to dinner first, and then, depending on the situation, find a place to "take care" of her. Since we'd been chatting quite a bit, and it happened to be a Sunday when she wasn't working, I asked her out for dinner. She hesitated for a moment, then agreed. I initially wanted to go to a nice, expensive restaurant, but she refused, saying she preferred street food. To please her, I accompanied her to a small roadside stall and we ate spicy hot pot. After we finished our snacks, I asked her, "So, what other activities are planned?" I stared at her intently. She understood what I meant and whispered, "You can arrange it." I understood, so I found a nearby business hotel, booked a deluxe single room, and took her inside. Because we both knew what was going on, I immediately hugged her and started kissing her. At the same time, I reached inside her clothes and began caressing her breasts. Her breasts were soft, and her nipples were large. I pulled off her top and took her breast into my mouth, then we both fell onto the bed. My hand began to caress her vulva. Her pubic hair was sparse, but her vulva was full and soft. The curve of her vulva was wonderful when my whole hand was placed on it. I gently stroked her vulva with my middle finger and found that the opening below was not loose, but rather quite tight. With just a light touch, she groaned. At this moment, her vulva was obviously wetter than before. After caressing her for a while, I quickly pulled down half of my pants, took out my penis, and inserted it. My penis went in smoothly and felt very warm. I began to thrust rhythmically, and she also let out soft moans. While I was fucking her, I looked at her face. She kept her eyes closed and her lips pursed, which aroused my desire to conquer her and make her stop pursing her lips. So I lifted my body slightly, and my penis went from being inserted straight in to being inserted at an angle, close to her clitoris. Sure enough, in this position, with each thrust, my penis would pass over her clitoris. She stopped pursing her lips and started moaning with her mouth open. I lowered my head, and she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, found my mouth with her little mouth, and moved her little tongue back and forth in my mouth. With my penis inside her and her tongue moving in my mouth, this girl was quite wanton when she was fucking good. After fucking her like this for about 10 minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and pulled out my penis, ejaculating on her belly. She quickly turned her face away, closed her eyes, and looked very shy. This shyness aroused me. After resting for a while, I fucked her again. Later, she said she needed to go home to sleep that night because she couldn't sleep outside and might have to work overtime at the factory the next day. So I let her go home, telling her, "I'll ask you out again sometime!" She nodded and left. That night, she sent me a text message asking if I was just playing around with her. Seeing this message, I felt this girl was getting a little emotional, and I had to deal with her cleanly and decisively, otherwise she'd get entangled. So I replied, "Sex between men and women is a feeling. If you feel it, continue; if you don't, stop. You can't force feelings!" She didn't reply. Because I felt that if I continued to ask her out, things would get complicated, I didn't ask her out again. A dialog box popped up in the lower right corner of my computer desktop: "Same as always, spending it alone." I knew it was my friends in the bottle answering my question—how are you planning to spend the weekend? Looking at this answer, I laughed, a very wicked laugh. As I laughed, I couldn't help but think of Xiao Sun. Thinking of her, I felt she was just an ordinary worker, and a girl who didn't care about money. I realized that my actions of using a message in a bottle to trick her were truly unfair to her. Thinking of this, I felt guilty, and I even recalled Nalan's words—"If only life were as beautiful as our first meeting." [The End]She refused, saying, "I don't need you to buy me clothes. I can earn my own money, and I'll buy clothes myself if I need them." Her answer caught my eye; she was pure, independent, and detached from materialism—such girls are rare indeed. I couldn't help but admire her, and that admiration turned into attraction, and that attraction led me to want to sleep with her. After some thought, I decided to take her out to dinner first, and then, depending on the situation, find a place to "take care" of her. Since we'd been chatting quite a bit, and it happened to be a Sunday when she wasn't working, I asked her out for dinner. She hesitated for a moment, then agreed. I initially wanted to go to a nice, expensive restaurant, but she refused, saying she preferred street food. To please her, I accompanied her to a small roadside stall and we ate spicy hot pot. After we finished our snacks, I asked her, "So, what other activities are planned?" I stared at her intently. She understood what I meant and whispered, "You can arrange it." I understood, so I found a nearby business hotel, booked a deluxe single room, and took her inside. Because we both knew what was going on, I immediately hugged her and started kissing her. At the same time, I reached inside her clothes and began caressing her breasts. Her breasts were soft, and her nipples were large. I pulled off her top and took her breast into my mouth, then we both fell onto the bed. My hand began to caress her vulva. Her pubic hair was sparse, but her vulva was full and soft. The curve of her vulva was wonderful when my whole hand was placed on it. I gently stroked her vulva with my middle finger and found that the opening below was not loose, but rather quite tight. With just a light touch, she groaned. At this moment, her vulva was obviously wetter than before. After caressing her for a while, I quickly pulled down half of my pants, took out my penis, and inserted it. My penis went in smoothly and felt very warm. I began to thrust rhythmically, and she also let out soft moans. While I was fucking her, I looked at her face. She kept her eyes closed and her lips pursed, which aroused my desire to conquer her and make her stop pursing her lips. So I lifted my body slightly, and my penis went from being inserted straight in to being inserted at an angle, close to her clitoris. Sure enough, in this position, with each thrust, my penis would pass over her clitoris. She stopped pursing her lips and started moaning with her mouth open. I lowered my head, and she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, found my mouth with her little mouth, and moved her little tongue back and forth in my mouth. With my penis inside her and her tongue moving in my mouth, this girl was quite wanton when she was fucking good. After fucking her like this for about 10 minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and pulled out my penis, ejaculating on her belly. She quickly turned her face away, closed her eyes, and looked very shy. This shyness aroused me. After resting for a while, I fucked her again. Later, she said she needed to go home to sleep that night because she couldn't sleep outside and might have to work overtime at the factory the next day. So I let her go home, telling her, "I'll ask you out again sometime!" She nodded and left. That night, she sent me a text message asking if I was just playing around with her. Seeing this message, I felt this girl was getting a little emotional, and I had to deal with her cleanly and decisively, otherwise she'd get entangled. So I replied, "Sex between men and women is a feeling. If you feel it, continue; if you don't, stop. You can't force feelings!" She didn't reply. Because I felt that if I continued to ask her out, things would get complicated, I didn't ask her out again. A dialog box popped up in the lower right corner of my computer desktop: "Same as always, spending it alone." I knew it was my friends in the bottle answering my question—how are you planning to spend the weekend? Looking at this answer, I laughed, a very wicked laugh. As I laughed, I couldn't help but think of Xiao Sun. Thinking of her, I felt she was just an ordinary worker, and a girl who didn't care about money. I realized that my actions of using a message in a bottle to trick her were truly unfair to her. Thinking of this, I felt guilty, and I even recalled Nalan's words—"If only life were as beautiful as our first meeting." [The End]

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