Hotel raped

This post was last edited by jkk5056 on 2021-5-4 23:20.

This is something that happened to me recently, and it's still very upsetting to talk about, but it's better to say it than to keep it bottled up inside.

I worked as a private secretary for two years. My boss valued me highly. His business was quite large, and he often had to travel abroad to attend exhibitions or business meetings. His family was also in Canada, so he didn't spend much time in Hong Kong. I forgot to mention that I'm a Hong Kong woman.

I'm efficient and responsible, so my boss trusted me to manage the Hong Kong business. My title was secretary, but in reality, I was the general manager of the Hong Kong company, responsible for all company operations.

My work involved not only paperwork, management, and finance, but also negotiating business, meeting clients, and finding new clients. The incident happened during a business meeting...

I always met clients alone, mostly in the cafes or lounges of large hotels. This client was from Taiwan. Our company highly values clients outside of Hong Kong, especially those from China and Taiwan, as we're planning to expand our business in those regions. Therefore, I try my best to meet the needs of these clients.

This deal was worth over three million Hong Kong dollars, so I dared not be negligent. Even though they requested to discuss business in their hotel room, I didn't say much; it was just business, and I didn't think much of it.

There were three people in the room: the boss, the manager, and the assistant. The boss looked to be in his forties; although he had some wrinkles, his features were still quite handsome, though his gaze always had a slightly sleazy quality. The manager was in his thirties, not bad-looking, but with a cunning and malicious expression. The assistant was in his twenties, very handsome, and at first glance, even resembled the singer Eric Suen. He had a kind face and quite captivating eyes.

The four of us sat down, drinking and chatting—it's part of socializing, and we couldn't just sit down and talk business. Most of the conversation revolved around women, and it was often risqué.

We were all sitting on the bed. They assigned me to sit in the middle, the boss to my left, the manager to my right, and the assistant in front of me. That was fine; at least I could look directly at the handsome man, better than those two lewd-looking men.

During our conversation, the boss and manager would casually touch my breasts and thighs. Because I was wearing a formal suit skirt, they made me take off my jacket, leaving me only in a thin, sheer white long-sleeved shirt. My light pink, slightly lace bra was completely visible.

I'm 170cm tall, with 42-inch legs, and measurements of 32D-23-34. With my smooth, fair skin, long, straight, jet-black hair reaching my waist, and my beautiful appearance, many friends say I resemble Sun Jiajun. So when I took off my coat, the boss and manager's eyes were all scanning my body, making me very uncomfortable.
My skirt was very short; when I was standing, the hem only reached halfway up my thighs. Now, sitting on the bed with one leg bent, the skirt had shortened considerably, almost exposing my entire thighs to them. Because I have good skin, I rarely wear stockings, which makes it easier for them to take advantage of me.

However, I'm used to it. Often when negotiating business, clients will make unwanted advances, but it's just touching and groping. I don't stop them; these are things that inevitably happen in business, and you get used to it after a while.

During our conversation, I noticed that my assistant often looked down at my thighs. At first, I didn't think much of it, but the more he looked, the more obvious it became. The boss and manager also noticed and leaned over to look at me.

Then the two men burst into laughter. The boss said, "Wow! So your underwear and bra are a set, they're both very pretty!"

I quickly pressed my skirt, my face turning red. So that's how it is. I kept blaming myself for being careless. The three of them were still laughing when suddenly the boss pulled me into his arms and said, "You're really cute! You should work with me!" I slowly pushed him away, smiling as I changed the subject. We chatted and laughed, discussing business. The four of us had already finished a bottle of red wine and half a bottle of whiskey, though I probably drank the most. They took turns toasting me, and I drank at least half a bottle of red wine and half a glass of whiskey.

I consider myself a good drinker; I was only slightly tipsy, but my face was burning red. So I went to the restroom to stop, to avoid them trying to get me to drink more. When

I came out of the restroom, we formally discussed business. Everything went very smoothly, and it was completed in just a few minutes. Just as I was about to ask them to sign the contract, the boss brought me a full glass of red wine, wanting a toast to a pleasant collaboration.

I thought, everything's done, just need the signature, and it's just a glass of red wine, I won't get drunk, so I'll down it. I handed over the documents, but the boss said, "Don't rush, you said you'd sign, so you will. Let's chat a little longer! Are you going to abandon us after the business is done?"

I couldn't refuse, so I continued chatting with them. At this point, perhaps everyone was a little tipsy, their speech became less restrained, the topics more open, and many risqué jokes were told. The boss and manager became even more unrestrained, touching me

all over. Although I didn't like it, I hadn't signed yet, so I let them be. Somehow, my body grew hotter and hotter, as if I were on fire. My mind was hazy, and my hands felt light and weak. Without realizing it, the boss and manager's hands were directly rubbing my breasts through my clothes, and I couldn't push them away.

When they touched my nipples and gently pinched them, waves of pleasure surged through my body. I understood! The drink was spiked. They drugged it while I was in the restroom. Thinking about this, I was furious, but also terrified.

I said, "You drugged my drink!"

The boss leered, "You're a smart girl, you figured it out so quickly. These drugs were originally meant for the girls at nightclubs to make them more unrestrained. But seeing how pretty you are, I couldn't bear to miss this opportunity, so I used them."

I stood up angrily, but lost my balance and fell back onto the bed.

The boss continued, "The effects of the drugs won't wear off so quickly, and... I haven't signed the contract yet. How will you explain this to the company if you leave?"

I stared blankly at the contract, thinking of my boss's confidence in me and the two years of training he had given me. How could I go back empty-handed?

He said, "You've figured it out, haven't you? Don't be afraid. After the excitement comes a contract worth over three million, and there will be opportunities to continue working together in the future."

I thought about it. Yes, what he said was true, but how could I sell myself?

As I was thinking this, he didn't allow me to resist and began to undress me. After they stripped me naked, they made me stand there for them to admire. They admired and praised me as they did so. I know I'm beautiful: D-cup breasts, a slender figure, long, beautiful legs, large, round, firm, and elastic breasts with light pink areolas and tiny nipples smaller than red beans—truly enviable.

They all stripped naked, and the boss immediately pushed me onto the bed, kneading my breasts and sucking on my nipples, occasionally licking them with his tongue or gently biting them with his teeth. Perhaps due to the drugs, I experienced wave after wave of pleasure.

I hated my feelings. Was this date rape? Was it rape? Why was I excited? Why was I experiencing pleasure? I felt ashamed of myself, attributing it all to the aphrodisiacs!

The boss reached one hand down to my lower abdomen, touching my pubic hair, saying, "Even your pubic hair is so smooth and silky, truly exquisite!"

Of course, I had applied conditioner to my pubic hair, making it shiny and soft.

He touched lower, caressing my pearl, and I trembled. He then used a finger to linger outside my vulva, making me feel all tingly. The assistant came over, embraced my head, and kissed me. His kiss was so lingering and gentle, his breathing rapid. I fantasized that it was him touching me, not this old man.

I stared at the handsome assistant with my eyes open, and with this fantasy, the pleasure intensified. The manager turned on the TV, playing some adult content, and then came over and vigorously rubbed my breasts, sucking my nipples desperately.
The boss continued to focus on playing with my genitals. He switched to using his mouth and tongue to stimulate my clitoris, saying, "I've never played with such a pink and lovely vulva before, I love it so much! Even the nectar is so sweet, I love you to death!"

The boss's tongue kept stimulating my clitoris, and he used his fingers to wander outside my vulva, sometimes inserting them deeply and sometimes shallowly.

The assistant continued kissing me, while also caressing one of my breasts. Watching him rub my breast out of shape, and hearing the moans coming from the TV, my excitement intensified.

The assistant gripped my breast tightly, squeezing my nipple high, then sucked on it, licking, twisting, and biting. I still fantasized that he was caressing the rest of my body as well. Suddenly, a wave of tingling, numbness surged up from my lower abdomen, and I couldn't help but moan softly.

I tried to push away the head buried between my legs with my legs, but I felt powerless. As wave after wave of pleasure surged through me, I moaned louder. Oh! I finally came, and the boss immediately thrust his hard penis into my vagina.

"Wow~~ Your vagina is so tight, it grips my penis so tightly!"

He pushed my legs up, pressing them against my chest, and he clearly watched his penis go in and out of my vagina. The assistant and the manager each touched one of my breasts, watching the boss's performance.

For some reason, not only was I drugged and raped, but I was also watched having sex. Although I felt ashamed, I was also filled with pleasure and excitement; I had never experienced such a stimulating feeling before.

The boss's penis wasn't long; even with his forceful thrusts, it seemed he couldn't reach the end of my vagina. I moaned; he could arouse my desire, but he couldn't satisfy me. My juices flowed continuously, but I didn't experience another orgasm.

The boss finished quickly and sat to the side, watching the manager's performance. The manager pulled my legs up, spread them wide, and immediately inserted his penis.

His penis was thicker than the boss's, feeling much fuller, but it still wasn't long enough to reach the end of my vagina. He kept thrusting, looking at his penis going in and out, then at my violently shaking breasts—this scene, and soon he finished again.

Then came the assistant. His gentleness vanished. He pushed me around, making me turn over and support myself on my hands like a puppy, my legs spread wide, and ordered me to stick my buttocks high.

He spread my vulva, inserted his fingers and circled them a few times, then told me to spread my legs wider and raise my buttocks even higher. Suddenly, a huge iron rod was thrust into my vagina, filling it completely. He thrust it all the way in, reaching my clitoris, and I cried out!

He gripped my buttocks and began to rock my body. I felt incredibly full; every thrust was exhilarating, stimulating every cell!

The boss and manager moved to either side of me, putting their heads under my violently swaying breasts, letting their tongues glide over my nipples.

I was so excited I forgot I was being raped, enjoying the waves of pleasure emanating from my lower body. The assistant reached down to my chest, grasped one of my breasts, squeezed and rubbed it forcefully, and even pulled on my nipple. The thrusts from behind intensified, increasing in speed and force, and I groaned wildly . "Ahhhhh, harder, harder , faster

... Finally, the boss finished again. The manager gave me a glass of water, which I drank without hesitation. Then I picked up my clothes and went into the bathroom to shower. When I came out, the contract was already signed. I looked it over to make sure I understood. I was about to leave when they asked me to stay and wait for them to shower so they could go to dinner together. I wanted to leave quickly, as it would be awkward to stay with them, but they insisted, so I had no choice but to obey. We left the hotel; it was already dark. I said I needed to return the documents to the company first, hoping to leave early, but they took me back to the company. After putting down the documents, I had no choice but to go to dinner with them. For some reason, that feeling of excitement was still there, even stronger than in the afternoon. Seeing that I was unsteady on my feet, the boss put his arm around my shoulder and whispered in my ear, breathing hot air into it. I felt a burning sensation all over my body again, and I felt arousal flowing from my genitals. How come this drug lasts so long? And it's getting stronger? I got into their car. The assistant drove, and the boss and manager sat on either side of me, constantly teasing me. Sometimes they would stroke my breasts, sometimes my thighs, and they would even put their hands inside my panties, kneading my clitoris and gently inserting them into my vagina. They made me wet. "Oh my, you're really something, still wet. Aren't you excited?" the boss said, increasing the force of his thrusts.

"Boss, please... please stop! I can't take it anymore!" I pleaded, my breathing quickening, the indescribable excitement spreading through my body, almost painfully.

"You know what? Actually, the water I gave you earlier had a very strong aphrodisiac in it, a different kind. Soon, you'll be burning up, and you'll want to take your clothes off..."

The manager's words startled me. I retorted, "I won't take them off! I still have my senses! You're so cunning! Didn't you already take full advantage of me? Why do you want to do it again?"

The boss laughed, "Such a rare opportunity, plus such a precious beauty, and only one afternoon for us to play with? How can that be enough?"

I was furious, but with that anger, my body grew hotter and hotter. Their hands continued to tease me, igniting my desire. Oh! Really, I even had the urge to take my clothes off! I was going crazy with heat!

The boss continued, "Are you hot? Don't worry, I've prepared a very cool outfit for you." The manager then handed me a garment and told me to change into it immediately.

"Change in the car? How can I?"

"If you don't change now, I won't change you later."

Thinking it was really hot, I didn't care anymore and decided to change in front of them! Luckily, the car was on the highway, so I wasn't worried about being seen.

After putting on the new clothes, I did feel a little cooler, but it also startled me! It was incredibly sexy; I'd never worn anything so sexy before!

A thin, almost transparent white short-sleeved top, very form-fitting, tightly covering my upper body, with a low neckline that hugged the top of my bra, exposing most of my breasts. I could also clearly see the style of my bra.

The bottom was a low-waisted, super-short mini skirt of the same material. It barely covered my buttocks, and my tiny thong was clearly visible. Because my underwear was very thin lace, I could vaguely see my dark pubic hair. Because the top was short, exposing my navel, and the skirt was low-waisted, my slender waist was on full display.

I objected to wearing this outfit on the street, but they had already packed away my suit skirt, so I had no choice.

They went to a fancy restaurant for dinner, and quite a few people had been watching me along the way. Seeing their gazes, I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear into a hole. Yet, I also felt a strange kind of pleasure; the feeling of being seen through by those people actually excited me.

It must be the effect of those drugs! I suppressed my shame and savored the pleasure. At dinner, they ordered another glass of red wine, and I was forced to drink two glasses. I felt hot all over, and the owner kept slipping his hand under the table into my underwear, extremely arousing me.

After leaving the restaurant, they strolled around the mall, and every man along the way stared at me, some even whistling, making me feel both embarrassed and ashamed.

Then they asked me to go into a men's clothing store, which also sold some men's shoes, and they wanted me to sit next to them and help them try on shoes. The shop owner told me to spread my legs wider, not to close them tightly.

While the male salesman was helping the owner try on shoes, he kept stealing glances at my underwear. I never imagined this day would come!

Leaving the clothing store, they strolled onto the street. More passersby stared at me, and I became increasingly excited; my body temperature continued to rise, and I really wanted to take off all my clothes! Some people deliberately walked up to me, blatantly staring at my breasts, and some even deliberately bumped into me.

After walking around for a while, they drove off elsewhere. I asked, "Can you please stop playing with me? Haven't you had enough?"

"No! How could it be so fast? Your drug hasn't worn off yet; the real fun is about to begin..." The shop owner stroked my breasts, and the manager teased my clitoris. I was burning up... "It's so hot~ It's so hot~~~"

"Hot? Then take off your bra too! It'll cool you down a lot."

The boss said, pulling down my shirt and taking off my bra. Then he and the manager started rubbing and sucking my breasts. I looked out of the car window. It was a red light. Another car was parked next to me. There was a man in the car. He was watching our performance. I felt very ashamed.

Until the car started moving, I saw that his eyes were full of reluctance. After parking, they took me to a fairly large bar. Because I had taken off my bra, the people along the way were even more excited. My nipples were fully exposed, protruding even more. My full, round, and firm breasts were covered by a nearly transparent low-cut dress, which was even sexier than being naked.
Walking into the bar, most of the people inside were men. When they saw me, their eyes lit up. So many eyes were looking at me, and the whole bar was almost entirely male. This atmosphere made me very nervous. Besides nervousness, I was also very excited.

We sat at a table near the stage, where guests took turns singing. The waiter gave us some sheets of paper to choose songs and write them down for the DJ.

The boss wanted me to choose a few songs to sing, but I refused. Dressed like this, all the men on stage would stare at me; how could I possibly sing? But the boss insisted, threatening to make me take off my clothes in front of everyone if I didn't. I had no choice but to agree.

When I went on stage, a cacophony of cheers, whistles, and shouts erupted from below. I sat on the chair on the stage; it was quite high, requiring my feet to be placed on the footrest. I knew that sitting like this would expose my underwear. Because when I sat down, the skirt shortened, exposing my entire thigh and the side of my buttocks.

Moreover, the bar used ultraviolet lighting, making my all-white outfit appear completely transparent, as if I were naked. As I sang, my juices flowed continuously. Despite the shame, the excitement kept increasing. After I

finished singing, the applause from the audience erupted. I walked shakily back to my table and sat down. The boss told me to go to the restroom and take off my underwear. Of course, I refused, but he had his assistant and manager hold me hostage, and I was forced to do it.

When I came out of the restroom, I looked down and saw that I was practically naked, my pubic hair even more clearly displayed to everyone. All the men were watching me come out, and seeing me like this, they kept shouting and cheering. Some of the bolder ones even reached out and pinched my buttocks, making me extremely embarrassed.

When I returned to my table, I found three strangers there. I looked at the boss, and he said, "They said they wanted to sit down and play with us."

So I sat between two of them, and they made no attempt to hide their admiring gazes at my body.

The owner said, "You can touch it if you like, it's the real deal!"

The strangers laughed and said, "Great! Then you can do whatever you want tonight, drink and play as much as you want, it'll all be on our bill!"

I stared at the owner in astonishment. He just smiled, and by then, several hands were already roaming over and caressing my body.

"No! Don't touch me!" I couldn't help but cry out, but my voice was barely audible.

"Don't be afraid, miss, we'll be very gentle!"

I looked around. All the other men were looking at our table. My seat was directly facing them, and all the men in the bar seemed to be watching a pornographic film.

I looked down at the three men groping me, and my self-esteem shattered... I thought about how I had always been so chaste. Even though I had many suitors, I would never let anyone touch me unless they were men I deeply loved. I had only ever had one boyfriend, and I had lost my virginity to him. No other man had ever touched me since.

Now, not only have I been drugged and raped by my boss and his gang, but I'm also being subjected to a public sex show, and I've been molested by three unknown men. My dignity has been completely shattered!

Then it was my turn to sing. I broke free and walked onto the stage, but they followed me and stood beside me. As I sang, they groped me, completely ignoring the countless eyes watching from below.

They spread my legs apart, one on each side, and the third one pulled up my skirt. I couldn't sing anymore, and the audience cheered loudly. Suddenly, a beam of light shone on our position, and I saw my genitals completely exposed to everyone. I was devastated!

The audience only dared to look, not to come up. When my legs were spread apart, the lights shone on us. Clearly, these three men were the owners of the bar, or were there to keep watch.

I didn't want to continue performing like this. I wanted to leave, but they held me tightly. I looked towards the bar entrance, and they seemed to understand, saying, "We'll have someone guarding the door; no one will come in or out, don't worry, miss!"

I knew I couldn't escape this time. The chair had a backrest. They pressed me down and then took off my shirt. The cheers from below were deafening. Then they pulled my skirt up to my waist, spreading my legs wide so that my entire body was completely exposed to the audience.

I had no strength to resist them; the drug made me weak all over, and it also masked my shame. Being humiliated like this, I was actually aroused to the point of leaking fluids! I realized I was truly breaking down!

They took turns caressing every sensitive part of me. They kneaded my clitoris, inserted their fingers in and out of my vagina, rubbed my breasts, and sucked on my nipples. I watched, watching them touch me, violate me, and watching the audience excitedly enjoy my performance.

My desire was ignited, and I began to moan. I knew I shouldn't moan, that the audience would think I couldn't resist the stimulation. But it was so exciting, my whole body felt like it was on fire, waves of excitement washing over every part of me, even penetrating every cell.
I could still hear whistles and shouts from the audience, and I even saw someone masturbating. I couldn't take it anymore! I was so excited! Everyone was looking at me. What was shame? What was modesty? I forgot it all!

I was just overwhelmed with excitement. I moaned wantonly, expressing my excitement and my needs!

"Miss, your figure is truly perfect, beautiful beyond compare! Your moans are so beautiful they're unforgettable!" one of the three men said. Hearing their praise made me even more carried away.

"You don't seem like you have much sexual experience. How dare you come out and have fun? Did you suffer a heartbreak?" one of them asked me.

"No—it was them! They secretly put aphrodisiacs in my drink. That's why I was too weak to resist them and let them do whatever they wanted."

"So despicable! Don't worry, we'll get revenge for you, and we absolutely won't let them take you away from here."

"Thank you, I didn't expect you to be so chivalrous."

"Don't say that. We're just disgusted by their behavior. It's too much for them to treat a perfectly good girl like this!"

"Then why are you still humiliating me?"

"They said you were a prostitute, that they paid you to let them play with you all night. But judging from your physical reaction just now, it wasn't normal excitement. We're just here for fun, how could we not tell you were drugged?" "

And look at your body, so tender and untouched, and your aura, even in your vulgar clothes, can't hide your unique charm."

"So what? I'm still being played with by you! There are dozens of eyes watching from below. How can I face anyone after this?"

"Don't worry, no one will recognize you. They'll only recognize your body. Besides, we've already gotten you on stage. It'll be hard to explain if we don't continue. And we're all excited, we can't just stop."

"Also, if you don't do it, the drug's effects won't wear off for a long time. You'll feel terrible for a long time. If you run into the street later, your fate will be even worse than it is now!"

I understood what they meant. Since we've already started, it doesn't matter! Besides, I can't control myself anymore; my juices are flowing uncontrollably. While we were talking, they kept teasing me, so the people below probably didn't notice or even hear their conversation.

Thinking about this, that tingling feeling came back. I watched one of their fingers circling and teasing my clitoris, and another finger hovering outside my vagina. The tingling feeling intensified, and then my lower abdomen contracted, and a large amount of juices gushed out, flowing onto the ground.

Reaching orgasm in front of so many people, and flowing so much juice in front of everyone, brought back my shame, but hearing the cheers and seeing how engrossed they were, my excitement grew even stronger.

Then one of them took out his penis and thrust it in. The feeling of my vagina being filled again was wonderful! They turned the chairs around so that the side of us making love faced the audience, making it clear for them to see.

Making love like this greatly increased the stimulation, doubling the pleasure and excitement. I enjoyed it so much!

Then another one asked me to stand up, face the audience, support myself with my hands on the chair, and then penetrate me from behind. Ah! It was so wonderful!

My breasts were shaking violently. I watched the expressions of everyone in the audience, and the more I looked, the more excited I became. Seeing some people masturbating, I moaned even more wantonly. The microphone that Gaofeng had been using was right next to me and hadn't been turned off, so my moans were broadcast throughout the entire bar through every speaker.

I could hear my own moans; they sounded so beautiful. The thrusts intensified, each impact hitting my G-spot. My juices gushed out wildly, and then I had my second orgasm. My juices gushed out like a burst dam. The man finished as my orgasm came.

The third man sat down in the chair, telling me to sit facing him. I spread my legs wide, letting them cross over his, and he pressed me down forcefully, his entire penis plunging into my vagina.

I rocked my body vigorously against the chair's footrests, and he supported my slender waist, pushing me up and down, sometimes rotating, sometimes thrusting.

He admired the swaying of my breasts, then took one into his mouth, biting and nibbling at my nipple, while his other hand continuously kneaded my other breast. I actively moved my lower body, letting his penis circle inside me, my vaginal fluids soaking his pubic hair.

Then he told me to stand up again, to sit with my back to him. Facing the audience, I spread one leg and straddled his. He moved his penis, pressed me down forcefully, and I was wrapped around his penis again.

This position seemed even better than before; as soon as I sat down, his penis hit my G-spot, hitting it precisely with every thrust, bringing me to a climax, incredibly excited!

I looked down and saw his penis going in and out of my vagina, saw my juices flowing down, saw my breasts shaking violently, saw the audience watching with fervor, and heard my own wanton moans—all of this drove me wild with excitement.

He reached forward with one hand and grabbed one of my breasts, squeezing it forcefully, shaping it differently. He then pinched and played with my nipple with his fingers, pulling and twisting it, making it long and slender, the slight stinging sensation intensifying my pleasure.

Finally, under his relentless thrusting into my G-spot, I came again! Water splashed everywhere; I looked at the ground—several puddles had merged, soaking the entire floor.

Satisfied, I leaned against the man's chest. He held me, gently kissing my neck, then my earlobe, then my side, and finally my lips.

His tongue swirled inside my mouth, and he sucked on it passionately. I was intoxicated by his kiss until my breath became rapid again, at which point he stopped. Only then did I get a clear look at his face, and he looked seven parts like my ex-boyfriend.

Then applause erupted again from the audience. Another man handed me a long robe, which I put on. The man who had kissed me led me into the back of the bar, where there was a room and a bathroom.

I understood what he meant. When I came out of the shower, he sat on a chair and pointed to the table in front of him—my bag of clothes!

I put on the clothes in front of him, and shame finally welled up again. Besides shame, there was also shyness. How could I be shy?

Then his voice rang out: "We told them we had our eye on you and wanted you to stay and serve us for another night. They were initially unwilling, but they eventually agreed and have left now."

"Thank you so much! I really don't know how to express my gratitude!"

At that moment, the other two men came in and said, "What gratitude? We took advantage of you, made you perform in public, and ruined your reputation. And you expect us to thank us?"

I remembered what had just happened, and my face turned red. I was too ashamed to speak. By then, the effects of the drug had clearly worn off, and my reason returned. I really didn't know what to say.

"Lift your head! Don't be shy, just pretend it's a dream, forget about it!"

I raised my head and smiled bitterly at them.

"Judging from your outfit, do you work in an office? Who are those people? How come you were controlled by them?"

So I told them the whole story. The more they listened, the more indignant they became, wishing they could find them and beat them up.

"You look really good like this, it really suits your temperament, you're like a completely different person."

"Having done this so many times today, is it tiring? Have you ever tried this before?"

"I... I've only had one boyfriend, and we only did it a few times, and we broke up several years ago..." I said timidly.

"Wow~ so beautiful, only one boyfriend, no wonder your body smells so good, and your vagina is so tight, why don't you have more boyfriends? You must have a lot of suitors, right?"

When he mentioned my body, remembering the situation just now, I lowered my head again. He knew he had said the wrong thing and quickly apologized.

"I don't love those people, and after being deceived by my ex-boyfriend, I've lost faith in love. I'd rather immerse myself in work."

"Such a good girl, corrupted by them! We did the same thing just now, it's really awful!" The man who kissed me finally spoke, blaming himself.

"Don't blame yourself anymore, it was the circumstances that forced you into this, it's all in the past..." I didn't know how to comfort him, because I needed comfort too.

Suddenly, the man who kissed me hugged me and begged for my forgiveness. Of course, I forgave him, and we became friends. Although it was quite awkward at first, it got better over time, and we sometimes even joked about it.

The man who kissed me started pursuing me, but after everything that had happened, I couldn't process it all, even though I also had feelings for him. I'll tell you the rest of the story another time!

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