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The young woman bought breakfast with money. 

I'm an ordinary bank employee, living a regular nine-to-five life. I ride my motorcycle to work every day, and when I pass through the East District, I always stop near a breakfast cart at the corner of an alley and buy breakfast. The breakfast from the cart tastes pretty good, but what catches the eye the most is the owner of the breakfast cart.
I remember the first time I bought her breakfast, I thought she looked ordinary. But after buying from her a few more times, I gradually found her more and more pleasing to the eye. She was in her early twenties, with dark, bright eyes, her hair tied in a ponytail, and her skin, though not fair, had a healthy glow. Perhaps for convenience when making rice balls and pancakes, she always wore tight-fitting shirts, always the same few styles. The inexpensive clothes covered her young body, and her breasts were obviously naturally firm. It was hard to imagine that someone her age, a college student, would be willing to do such hard work. Was she helping to support her family? After buying from her a few more times, when she handed me the rice ball, I would always deliberately touch her hand, feeling that gentle touch for less than a second. I've always wanted to tell her that I have a stable income, and that she should date me, promising to make me happy, but I just can't muster the courage.
One day, when I went to buy breakfast, I saw a rather handsome man helping her deliver breakfast to customers, and a little boy of about six or seven years old was following her around, calling her "Mommy." My heart shattered instantly; my fantasies of the past few months were finally destroyed. That day, I hurriedly bought breakfast and went to the bank where I worked, but I couldn't calm down. It felt like I was back in the days of my first love. A few days later, I went to buy breakfast again and watched her frying egg pancakes in the morning sunlight, her skin glistening with fine beads of sweat. I felt so sorry for her and made up my mind to see if I could help her so she wouldn't have to work so hard in public. As I waited, it just so happened that the weather was bad that morning, so she probably closed up shop early and came to our bank to do some business. I saw her walking over with her husband from a distance. She was wearing a blue plaid skinny shirt and well-fitting jeans, and her figure was still so well-proportioned.
On a whim, I quickly asked the receptionist to come to my office to get the documents. I stood at the counter and waited for her to come and meet me. It turned out she was there to open an account.
At our bank, you have to go to the counter on the second floor to open an account. I led the couple upstairs and found an L-shaped sofa for them to fill out the forms. They seemed a little embarrassed to sit down because they had just closed up shop and were covered in oil stains. I told them it was alright and asked them to sit down, and they reluctantly sat on the edge of the sofa. I looked at them thoughtfully and thought they were truly happy.
After reviewing their forms, I learned that the woman's name was Fan Jiang Yi Mei, a rare compound surname, but her given name was quite ordinary. She was from Hualien and currently resided in a remote area. Judging from her well-proportioned figure, she might have some aboriginal ancestry. They brought 5,000 NT dollars to open an account. I told them that 100 NT dollars would suffice, but they insisted on using the full 5,000 NT dollars. I accepted the neatly arranged but slightly greasy banknotes and asked the clerk to take them to the counter for processing. At this moment, I heard the man say, "Yi-mei, Xiao-yong will be starting elementary school soon. We can't afford his education expenses. These days, elementary school textbooks, tutoring fees, after-school care, equipment, etc., all cost a lot. We also have to rent a place and send money back home. What will we do if we don't have enough money?"
Yi-mei said, "It's okay, we can get up a little earlier to sell breakfast and try to raise money. After noon, we can go and help people clean the building."
The man said, "I'm so sorry, bringing you out here didn't bring you happiness, but instead made you suffer."
Yi-mei said, "It's okay, I'll do as much as I can."
I thought to myself, they are such an optimistic couple. The next day I went to buy breakfast again, this time I deliberately didn't wear a helmet. She recognized me immediately as the friendly bank manager from yesterday, and greeted me with a big smile. I smiled back. When she handed me the egg pancake, I had a sudden thought. I pretended I had forgotten to bring any money, apologized to her, and was about to turn and leave when she said, "It's okay, you can pay next time."
I told her, "How could I possibly accept that? Why don't you come to our bank after you close up shop? I'll treat you to a cup of tea and, while I'm at it, I'll help you with your employee discount deposit account, which offers higher interest rates."
Upon hearing about the preferential interest rate, she immediately agreed. Turning to her husband, she said, "Brother, you can pack up your stall after you're done. I have some things to take care of at the bank, but I'll be right back to help you."
After I nodded to her husband, he recognized me as the assistant manager from yesterday and smiled and nodded as well. So I went back to the office to wait for Yi-mei. About 30 minutes later, Yi-mei came to the assistant manager's office on the second floor and knocked on the door. I invited her in and sat down. She was still wearing the kitchen apron she used for making pancakes, which was a little greasy, but her breasts were full, and her youthful figure was still obvious at a glance. She tossed her hair and listened to me explain the preferential interest rate. Halfway through my explanation, I said, "Oh, right, I haven't given you your breakfast money yet."
I opened my purse to return the money I'd given her for breakfast that morning. When she saw my wallet stuffed with neatly arranged, shiny thousand-dollar bills, her eyes filled with envy. After chatting for a while, she asked, "How much do you earn a month?"
I felt like I finally had a plan, so I replied, "Around 200,000!"
She heard a soft exclamation: "So many!"
I said, "Yes!"
Then I turned and opened the safe behind my desk. Inside were nearly 3 million yuan in cash, which made her even more envious. Seeing that the time was right, I said to her, "If you need money, I can give it to you, but..."
I paused briefly, looking into her eyes, my gaze slowly wandering over her entire body: her full breasts, her shapely waist, her long, slightly fleshy thighs, and that alluring area in between. Her face flushed slightly, as if she were thinking about something; she seemed a little angry, and a little hesitant. A pang of panic shot through me, and I quickly said, "Just kidding, I can lend you money if you need it."
She paused for a moment, then said in a very soft voice, "Is it the kind of loan where I don't have to pay it back?"
I didn't understand at first and asked, "Huh?"
She lowered her head slightly, then looked up at my face and said, "Can I not pay it back? You can have it, but you don't have to pay me back, right?"
I understood what she meant and quickly said, "Is 100,000 yuan per time okay? I want it right now!"
She slowly nodded and said, "Okay~ but hurry up, I still need to go back and pack up my stall."
Then she took off her outer clothes and pants, but not her underwear, seemingly still considering something. I quickly took out 100,000 yuan and placed it on her clothes, saying, "Is this okay?"
She nodded slowly, gave a soft "hmm," and took off her bra. I asked her to lean against the wall by the door, kneel down, and sniff her private area. A faint, alluring scent stirred my blood, and my breathing seemed to quicken. With patience, I gently pulled off her panties, stood up, unzipped my pants, and began to move on her. After about three minutes, she looked at me with a slightly anxious, regretful, and impatient expression. I knew she had to rush back to help, so I told her, "It'll be done soon."
She nodded, her eyes fixed on the floor beside her. I continued moving on top of her until I finally finished… She quickly put on her clothes and said to me, “Well… thank you.”
Then she put the 100,000 yuan away, wrapped it in her apron, and went downstairs to leave. I watched her retreating figure, smelled a faint odor of cooking oil on her, and thought, "If only I had met her a little earlier than her husband."

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