Plum Rain

Bai Mei was once a quintessential career woman. Graduating from Shandong University at twenty-two, her impressive resume during her university years impressed Jack, the interviewer. Jack glanced at Bai Mei's resume and found nothing particularly special. But just as he was about to close it, he noticed something glaringly obvious.

In her personal introduction, Bai Mei had deliberately added: "I've had breast augmentation."

Jack immediately called his secretary and specifically asked Bai Mei to come in for an interview. He couldn't believe that in China, there were girls so openly daring to write such things on their resumes. While waiting, Jack repeatedly reviewed Bai Mei's resume.

When Bai Mei entered, Jack was still carefully examining her. He couldn't help but smile, and when he looked up, he saw a petite and charming girl standing before him. Jack quickly coughed, composed himself, and gave Bai Mei a polite opening remark.

Listening to Bai Mei's story, Jack couldn't help but scrutinize her figure. She wore a typical office lady suit, a white shirt with a small crease at the collar. Watching Bai Mei's eloquent self-introduction, her bright red lips parted slightly, arousing Jack's desire.

After a brief exchange, Jack immediately decided to hire Bai Mei. He had vaguely heard of the university buddy system mentioned in her resume, especially the part about the "black guy with a question mark" expression.

In the days that followed, Bai Mei worked hard while simultaneously dealing with Jack's relentless advances, quickly progressing to sharing a bed.

Jack suddenly realized that his understanding of Bai Mei was still limited. This seemingly shy girl possessed the beauty of a traditional Chinese woman in her words and actions, but she was, after all, a modern person. In this rapidly changing tide of globalization, for survival and for her future, she willingly followed the school's arrangements, willingly mingling with foreigners and engaging in in-depth Sino-foreign exchanges. Unlike some other Chinese women who blindly worship foreign things, she possessed independent thought and a unique perspective on love; the idea of lifelong fidelity was practically nonexistent in her.

Soon, Bai Mei frankly stated her desire to end the relationship. Jack tried to win her back several times without success and attempted to use his power to force her into submission. However, Bai Mei was clearly a woman who responded better to gentle persuasion than force.

Not long after, Jack was transferred back to headquarters. Upon leaving, remembering their past relationship (oops, glorifying foreigners and making more Chinese women think foreigners are better. Actually, there are good and bad people everywhere. Oh well.), Jack gave her a big gift, promoting her to sales director.

Bai Mei was furious upon hearing this. She didn't want to climb the ladder through such connections, so she refused to accept it and immediately resigned, jumping ship to another company. From then on, Bai Mei interacted daily with various elites. Needless to say, she was capable and incredibly charming, attracting countless admirers. It's understandable; a woman who shines in every way naturally has high aspirations.

Early summer in Beijing lacks the gentle romance of Jiangnan, but this year was different. June weather was always shrouded in drizzle, inevitably stirring a restless, itchy feeling. Bai Mei was no exception; even in this rainy season, she hoped something would happen. And at this time, Han Yu, who was in Beijing for a work report from the Shenzhen branch, appeared before her. Bai Mei was frantically working on a report at her computer, accidentally spilling coffee all over the table. Just as she was in a flurry of activity, a slender, fair hand reached out to her: "Hello, I'm Han Yu, nice to meet you."

At that moment, Bai Mei felt a certain fondness for this young man with his fair complexion and bright eyes. His demeanor revealed his refinement and experience, and more importantly, a humble heart. To be honest, compared to the elites Bai Mei had encountered, Han Yu, though not as outstanding, possessed a pure and innocent aura that drew Bai Mei closer. Accustomed to the cutthroat interpersonal relationships of large corporations, this sudden breath of fresh air was incredibly refreshing. Moreover, they weren't in the same department, so there was no conflict of interest.

After that, Han Yu would come to Beijing twice a month, staying for several days each time, as he needed to gather information about client headquarters. Each time he was in Beijing, he would spend the day seriously discussing business plans with Bai Mei's department in the office, and then send her a message near dinnertime: "Can I treat you to dinner tonight? You choose where." At this time, Bai Mei always felt a secret joy and pride. Eating with someone she didn't dislike was quite pleasant, wasn't it?

Han Yu would drive his rented luxury car, taking Bai Mei through the neon lights of Beijing at dusk, searching for hidden culinary gems in this city of desire. He always told her to choose where to eat, but in the end, Han Yu always made the final decision.

It was then that she realized that he seemed to understand Beijing better than she, someone who lived there. He knew exactly where to eat and what to eat.

Bai Mei enjoyed being admired. Han Yu's attentive and unassuming care made her feel comfortable. From bustling Guijie Street to elegant Lao Mo Restaurant, from street-side barbecue stalls to private restaurants in courtyard houses, in that humid and lingering early summer in Beijing, a joyful and refreshing atmosphere permeated everything. Bai Mei always liked to play beautiful waltzes in her car, as if she might stop at any moment and pull a passerby into a dance.

Strangely enough, although Han Yu's attentiveness never diminished, it was always limited to meals and visits to bars, with chatting being the only topic. There was no confession, not even a hint. He was even so proper that he always took her back to her apartment before midnight, and always left after she had entered her room and turned on the lights. Privately, Bai Mei had also subtly inquired with her colleagues in Shenzhen, and she hadn't heard that Han Yu was unmarried or had a girlfriend. However, given Bai Mei's personality, she would never speak first, not even to test the waters. She always believed that in relationships, the man should always take the initiative. Time slipped away like water, and soon it was early winter in Beijing.

That day, Han Yu arrived in Beijing as usual. He said to Bai Mei, "It's getting cold, let's go eat lamb spine

hot pot." Bai Mei didn't really like that stuff; in fact, Southerners generally don't enjoy large chunks of meat. But she didn't refuse. This time, Han Yu found a lamb spine hot pot restaurant on a small street in Xizhimen. Upon entering, the air was thick with smoke, whether from the broth or the smoke itself, everyone was intently devouring the lamb spine in front of them. Han Yu noticed Bai Mei's lack of interest and smiled, saying, "This restaurant is very famous in Beijing. Why don't you try something else?" After they sat down, he suddenly said to her casually, "I'd like to drink some Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor). If you'd like, you can have some with me."

Having known each other for so long, Han Yu had always been a gentleman, never offering her strong liquor. This time, however, was an exception. Bai Mei poured herself a glass without comment. Whether it was the warm atmosphere of the lamb spine hotpot restaurant or the unique taste of the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), Han Yu downed several glasses by himself, then said, as if talking to himself, "Do you know why I brought you here to eat lamb spine hotpot today? Because my father loved it most when he was alive."

Hearing this, Bai Mei didn't know what to say. After all, it was the past, and trying to comfort him might only make him more upset. She could only softly say "Oh." Han Yu seemed very different today, and continued, "When I was little, my father was in business. We were quite well-off as children, but in my senior year of high school, his business failed, and he borrowed money from loan sharks. In the end, he couldn't pay it back, and in despair, he committed suicide."

Bai Mei was stunned. She never expected that the seemingly sunny and innocent Han Yu would have such a painful past. She gently advised, "It's all in the past, you have to look forward." Han Yu sighed, suddenly stopped drinking, and stared intently at her. "That year I took the college entrance exam. Loan sharks were blocking my door, the walls were covered in blood-red graffiti, and they were banging on the door. My mother and I huddled together inside, trembling uncontrollably. No one helped us." He took a big gulp of wine, looked at her meaningfully, and said slowly, "You wouldn't understand."

That night, Bai Mei didn't press Han Yu about how his family got through it, feeling she shouldn't ask. They continued discussing work gossip, even laughing heartily. When Han Yu's eyes met hers, his heart skipped a beat. As Bai Mei bent down and leaned on his shoulder, her cleavage was only a few centimeters from his eyes. He could clearly see her round breasts so alluringly close to him.

At that moment, Bai Mei vaguely felt that something was amiss, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Late that night, when Han Yu took her home, he suddenly leaned in and said, "Goodnight." Bai Mei was touched. Han Yu didn't seem like a man with ulterior motives. Bai Mei replied, "Can you stay with me tonight?"

It was a plea, yet also an invitation. Bai Mei suddenly realized that Han Yu's gaze was fixed on her chest as he turned away, and her face flushed slightly. The atmosphere between them was incredibly ambiguous. Time seemed to stand still. Soon, her soft body pressed against Han Yu's chest.

Han Yu could feel Bai Mei's burning cheek gently brushing against his arm. His hands searched haphazardly for Bai Mei's arm, touching her soft breasts several times, even feeling a physical change within himself. Bai Mei quietly looked at Han Yu, a shy look in her eyes, and she even closed her eyes.

Han Yu suddenly felt an irresistible urge. Her lips were like flowers, so vibrant, waiting for him to taste them. He was somewhat intoxicated and unconsciously lowered his head. Just as their lips were about to meet, Bai Mei took the initiative and pressed her lips to his, her fiery red tongue entwining around his lips, prying open his teeth, and slipping inside.

Han Yu trembled involuntarily at Bai Mei's initiative, his face beaming with immense joy. Then he remembered the rumors circulating at the company about Bai Mei—rumors that she had climbed the social ladder through her body and had even been actively pursuing foreigners during her university years.

A chill ran down Han Yu's spine. He jolted awake, realizing how ridiculous his own outdated thoughts were. After all, they were all adults; who belonged to whom, and who didn't belong to whom? Wasn't that right?

That night, Bai Mei's initiative further confirmed Han Yu's suspicions. On the bed, Bai Mei was incredibly passionate, reaching down to Han Yu's crotch, slipping her hand inside his pants, and squeezing and rubbing his limp penis. Han Yu's breathing quickened. He lifted Bai Mei's sharp chin with his left hand, raising it to meet his lips, and kissed her fiercely.

"Bai Mei, I'm telling you, Chinese people are not weak!"

"Heh heh, really? I don't believe it. I think foreigners' penises are so long and big, they make me feel so good and comfortable. I've never tried the penises of my fellow countrymen. Can you prove to me whether Chinese people are weak or not?"

Hearing Bai Mei's words, Han Yu was instantly enraged. His penis, as if possessed, suddenly became rock hard, erect and bulging, making his underwear stand out. Seeing this, Bai Mei quickened her pace. She couldn't resist any longer and pulled off his pants, throwing them off the bed.

Han Yu's penis, erect and drooping, seemed to be a great poet deep in thought, reciting verses. Han Yu's penis was extremely ugly, purplish-black, with prominent veins, making it appear even more ferocious and full of fighting spirit.

Bai Mei was completely captivated. This man before her was her true love. Looking at the swollen, almost bursting hot dog in her hand, she wanted nothing more than to put it in her mouth. Despite the stench, Bai Mei licked it relentlessly.

She loved Han Yu's penis as if it were her first time licking a foreigner's penis, finding it anything but novel. The constant moistening of her saliva made the purplish-black hot dog seem even more vivid, so fresh, and still incredibly delicious.

Bai Mei was unaware that her behavior was actually a subconscious morbid obsession, an absolute craving for male genitalia spreading through her. She even fantasized about how wonderful it would be to be able to eat men of different ages.

This was absolutely insane!

She had to admit, Bai Mei was horrified by her own thoughts.

Bai Mei felt ashamed of her inappropriate and morbid thoughts, but just thinking about the penis in her mouth being held by other foreign men made her heart pound violently. She even longed to serve men, willing to be their sex slave.

At this moment, Han Yu stood up and lewdly grinned at Bai Mei, who was licking his crotch: "Is mine bigger or yours, the black guy's?

" "It's the same, the black guy's was long and big, and you, you only have a harder one," Bai Mei replied with a grin.

"What?" Han Yu was furious upon hearing Bai Mei's words. He pressed the back of her head down and forcefully shoved his penis into her.

After a brief resistance, Bai Mei adapted and continued licking Han Yu's penis, even deliberately teasing the glans with her tongue, almost causing him to ejaculate.

Seeing Bai Mei licking with increasing enthusiasm, Han Yu decided to focus on the glans. This was unacceptable to him. He refused, panting heavily as he pleaded with Bai Mei, "Amei, I can't hold back anymore. Come on, let me fuck your cunt."

Bai Mei, engrossed in licking, let out a soft moan and reluctantly spat out the hot dog. The hot dog looked as if it had been washed, shiny and clean; the smegma and yellow residue under the foreskin were nowhere to be seen.

Han Yu watched Bai Mei assume his favorite doggy-style position, his penis swelling even more. He squeezed Bai Mei's drooping breasts, his crotch pressed tightly against her groin, watching his penis thrust in and out of her honeyed hole, feeling immense pleasure.

Han Yu found it exhilarating to watch, and even more so to do it himself. He felt the overflowing, lustful fluids of her body splashing around him, eliciting intermittent, seductive moans from Bai Mei. She actively cooperated, twisting her waist and shaking her hips, making it seem as if she were playing with Han Yu's penis, her narrow vagina gripping it.

Each thrust left numerous marks of love on her body. The penis moved slowly and steadily, Bai Mei tossed her head, her hair flowing, occasionally glancing back at her beloved man, watching him passionately fuck her. Few women dislike being fucked, especially by the man they love; it's an immense happiness.

Six months later, Bai Mei caused a stir at the Beijing headquarters for resisting sexual harassment by a senior executive. In fact, everyone in the company knew about the executive's intentions, but Bai Mei had always pretended not to know. The extent of the eventual explosion was something she hadn't anticipated. However, to quell the controversy, the company subtly suggested she resign. Without saying much, and without lingering, she left after negotiating her severance pay with the company. As she walked out of the building, she felt a strange sense of relief.

After resigning, she received a call from Han Yu back in her hometown. The conversation was relaxed, a casual, aimless chatter, full of laughter. Finally, he casually asked, "Will you come back to Beijing?" Without hesitation, she replied, "I'm tired." After politely ending the call, Han Yu completely disappeared from her life, as if he had never existed.

Over the next ten years, she married through a blind date. Her husband was a simple, honest man, and they occasionally argued; life was uneventful. Until one early summer, while on a business trip in Beijing, she unintentionally ran into a former colleague. Bai Mei seemingly casually mentioned Han Yu, and the colleague cautiously said, "You don't know, do you? He was later transferred to the Beijing headquarters to be an assistant to that scoundrel of an executive, and now he's doing very well."

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