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Adultery

Author: btu777 Words: 54771 Published on 2013/12/6 on: sis

Chongqing is so hot in July.

I said into the phone, "Didn't we agree that it would only be us bidding? How come there's another company? Mr. Liu, are you kidding me?"

"Of course not! We've been working together for so long, don't you know me? This company was nominated by the client, saying they've worked with us before, so there's nothing I can do. Besides, it's not good for me to always have only one company bidding. You should consider my perspective."

"Why are you worried about it always being just us? Didn't I tell you? If there's a problem, I'll just find two other companies to submit bids. Look at the mess now, that company is in equipment, we're in systems. How are we going to compete on price?"

"Don't worry, I'll have them do their best with the technology, what are you afraid of?"

"Alright, alright, I'm almost there. Keep an eye on me during the technical Q&A session, you know I'm in business."

"Director Deng is in charge of the bidding, you two know each other well."

I chuckled twice, chatted for a while longer, and then hung up.

It was so hot. I hummed a song, wiping away sweat as I entered the building. I arrived 15 minutes early. I went out again to buy a bottle of water at the small shop next door and have a cigarette.

There was a woman at the shop entrance, dressed in a business suit: a black short-sleeved blazer, a white crew-neck sweatshirt underneath, a black tight-fitting mini-skirt, and flesh-colored stockings. She wore black round-toed leather shoes. She wasn't very old, but had a good figure. She was carrying a suitcase, enjoying the fan, drinking water, and looking at documents.

As I got closer, I saw that the girl was pretty, with big eyes, arched eyebrows, a small mouth, and a full bust. Since the invention of bra padding, women's breasts can no longer be seen from the outside; they're too much bigger underneath. Why don't they target this when cracking down on fakes?

The girl was engrossed in her book. I glanced down at her at a 45-degree angle. Those breasts must be real; the bra under the white sweatshirt was thin, fitting snugly without any gaps. I glanced at what she was reading out of the corner of my eye.

Damn it… a competitor!

The girl kept looking at her documents and didn't notice me. I went back into the building and waited at the corner of the entrance. This damn old building has no air conditioning in the hallways; it's unbearably hot. Through the door, I saw the girl approaching. I deliberately walked quickly and bumped into her. The girl was carrying documents in one hand and a suitcase in the other, heading up the steps. I bumped into her; she didn't fall, but the documents and suitcase dropped to the ground.

I quickly apologized, helping her pick up the documents while simultaneously dusting them off and glancing at their contents. Quite a high-end setup…hehe. Mr. Liu hadn't lied to me.

Looking up, I saw the girl bending over to adjust her suitcase. A high-necked top, quite a bit of her breasts were on display. Full and white, the rosy nipples peeked out with her movements, indistinct and alluring.

The girl was sensitive; she immediately noticed my peeping. She covered her neckline with her hand, quickly adjusted her travel bag, snatched the documents from my hand, and called me a "pervert." She looked up and left.

My image was ruined, but I'd seen what I wanted to see, and unexpectedly, I'd seen what I wanted to see too.

Arriving at the third-floor conference room, the girl was already seated. Mr. Liu was pouring her water. Why wasn't he as enthusiastic towards me? Sure enough, Engineer Liu's eyes were darting downwards.

When Engineer Liu saw me, he came over: "Are you Engineer Hu from XX Company?"

I nodded and shook his hand, saying, "You must be Engineer Liu?"

"Yes, please sit here for a while. The leaders will be here shortly." Engineer Liu led me to the seat opposite the girl. I saw that the girl's gaze was fierce and ruthless, yet confident.

A little while later, Director Deng arrived with several people and introduced the girl, Wang Sifei.

The technical exchange went smoothly. Looking at both sides' technical documents, Engineer Liu asked me a few trivial questions. He then asked the girl a few tricky questions. Surprisingly, the girl answered them all, but it didn't feel as good; her smile seemed a little stiff. I thought, "Little rascal, still green." But I was quite impressed with the girl's professional knowledge. I actually learned something from her. Learning is endless!

"Now that both sides have standardized their technologies, please expedite any necessary configuration modifications. The price list will be opened tomorrow at 4 PM. Finally, thank you for your company's support; we look forward to cooperating with you." Director Deng gave his concluding remarks, his eyes blazing as he looked at the girl. The girl happily shook hands with Director Deng.

I went up to shake hands with Director Deng and said goodbye.

The girl watched from the side, saw her boss off, then rolled her eyes at me and arrogantly went downstairs. Heh heh, thinking she's so great just because the client introduced her? This is a general contracting project; the client's connections are important, but not decisive. Still observing from the sidelines? What's there to observe? I followed her downstairs and asked, "Why didn't Old Li come this time?"

The girl replied after a while, "He's busy and couldn't come."

I replied, "Say hello to him for me when you have time," and then strode away. As I passed her, I heard her softly hum.

Nothing more was said that night, and the price was clarified the next afternoon. Having connections is great. They can arrange things, they can postpone the price. They can find fault, they can find fault even in the smallest things.

My bid was 25,000 less than hers. This difference of less than one percent put pressure on Wang Sifei. Lower is lower; in a market economy, the lowest bidder wins, and nobody can say anything about it. Moreover, the subsequent clarification made Wang Sifei uneasy. We made a small adjustment. They simply said, "Your configuration adjustments are too drastic; we have to consider operational safety." Immediately afterward, they demanded the revised plan, with a final bid in fifteen minutes. I laughed. Fifteen minutes? Their plan required significant adjustments, price inquiries, verification, calculations, and a bid—how could they possibly have the time? Making mistakes could result in disqualification, leaving no chance at all.

Wang Sifei pleaded, saying it was based on yesterday's technical requirements, but Engineer Liu objected: "Our technical parameters were sent out long ago; you're showing a complete lack of attention." Wang Sifei realized her words had hurt Engineer Liu, so she requested that, for the sake of seriousness, the second round of bidding could be postponed until tomorrow. Director Zheng remained noncommittal, but Engineer Liu insisted it must be completed today. I watched coldly from the sidelines. I thought to myself, "Little brat, so arrogant yesterday, let's see how haughty he is then."

Director Zheng is indeed Director Zheng, damn it, his words are always so sophisticated: "To maintain the principles of fairness, openness, and impartiality in the bidding process, let's ask Manager Hu's opinion."

Damn it! Why did they drag me into this? Looking at Wang Sifei's eyes, I saw anger, disappointment, and pleading, perhaps even sadness; she realized she was a loser. I blurted out, almost without thinking, "Our proposal also needs adjustment. I agree to a second bid tomorrow."

Then I shook hands and said goodbye. Engineer Liu's eyes were full of suspicion, while Director Zheng's eyes held a hint of ambiguity.

I went back to the hotel, which was nearby, a ten-minute walk. In my room, I took off all my clothes (I'm used to being naked alone in my room), took a shower, turned on my computer, and went on QQ to chat with a few newly added beauties from Chongqing. The phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number. But I knew who it was.

"Hello~~~~ Is this Manager Hu?"

"Yes, who is this?" "

Hello Manager Hu, this is Xiao Wang, Wang Sifei." The voice on the phone was very friendly.

"Oh, it's you. What can I do for you?"

"Manager Hu, I've heard so much about you during my time at the company. I was wondering if I could invite you to dinner tonight. Please do me the honor."

"Dinner?" I glanced at the time. It was past six, so I said, "I just ate on my way back to my place."

"Then could we meet and chat tonight? I really admire you." She seemed a little anxious.

"Um..." I replied to my QQ friend. Then I said, "Okay then. Where?"

"Where do you mean?"

Seriously, could I say in bed? "Then let's meet at the Starbucks on XX Road...yes, near the bidding site...okay, see you in an hour."

I chatted with my QQ friend for a couple more minutes, then logged off and got dressed. Although I tried to act nonchalant, meeting a girl like her always made me excited. The Starbucks was on the first floor of the hotel. I arrived five minutes early, but she wasn't there yet. I ordered two Frappuccinos and found a place to sit. Before I even drank them, I saw her arrive. Very punctual, I thought to myself.

I waved her over and said, "I ordered this for you, is that alright?"

She quickly replied, "Sure, sure, I invited you, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

I smiled and said, "It's nothing, what can I do for you?"

She started to subtly chat with me, "Manager Hu, when did you arrive in Chongqing? You seem very familiar with Chongqing."

"I arrived the day before yesterday. I've been to Chongqing a few times, so please stop calling me Manager Hu. We're friends now. If you'd like, call me brother, or if you don't like that, you can call me Little Hu."

She said, "Oh dear, I wouldn't dare call you Little Hu. How old are you, Manager Hu?"

"Thirty-four."

"Ah~~~~ You're not lying to me, are you? You seem younger than me."

"Hehe, are you saying I'm getting younger as I get older?" I said with a laugh.

She laughed too: "It's not age, it's appearance. You look like you're in your early twenties."

I laughed: "I'm old, unlike you guys who are so energetic. Why didn't Lao Li come this time? I've never seen you before. How long have you been with the company?"

"Only a few months. Lao Li doesn't mention him anymore, afraid you'll be upset."

"Go ahead, it's okay."

"Lao Li demanded a change of area, saying you're hogging the space here, and he can't stand it. But no one wanted to take over, so they reorganized the areas and crammed me, the newbie, here." Her big, watery eyes showed a pitiful look.

That expression is quite powerful, especially on pretty girls. I took a sip of my Frappuccino and said, "Old Li used to call me brother, just say what's on your mind, why are you doing this?"

"Well, what do you think of this project..."

I coughed twice, "Business is business, business is business."

She said, "Brother Hu, how about this, um... give me this project, we'll give you 60,000, okay? I can go get the money right now and give you half. Please help me, okay?" The last sentence was said in such a coquettish way.

I said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's go get something to eat." I picked up my drink and went into the Chinese restaurant next door. She followed behind, carrying her bag and drink.

Hehe, you're so arrogant, huh? I'll make you feel inferior. You're so noble, huh? I'll make you feel cheap.

We found a seat and ordered food. She continued her persuasion, "Brother Hu, what do you think of this?"

I chuckled and said, "You know how much Old Li promised me before, right?"

"Hmm... the money is a bit little, but... can I make a call first?"

I nodded, and she picked up her bag and went out. The food arrived, but she didn't come; I was actually a little hungry. But I still maintained my composure. She didn't return for quite a while. She had just called out, "Brother Hu," when I interrupted her, "The food's getting cold. You must be starving. Come on, start eating, we'll talk after we finish."

I don't drink, so I ordered two bottles of Wanglaoji herbal tea, saying, "Sichuan food is spicy, have some herbal tea to cool down. Where are you from, miss?"

"Hunan."

Wow, another place known for its spicy food. "What a great place! The people are outstanding, no wonder you're so beautiful."

I chatted about all sorts of things, and she got a little anxious: "I just talked to the boss, and he promised to give you 80,000. I only have a little over 30,000 in my own account. If you agree, I'll go and withdraw it for you right now. Or we can discuss any conditions. How about we cooperate on the next project?"

I smiled and looked at her, saying, "You're not in sales, are you?"

She was taken aback and asked, "Why?"

"If you were in sales, why would you call the boss? Your boss, Mr. Cai, is in charge of sales."

"I'm a technician at the company."

"Oh~~~ Then why did you come alone? No business people with you." I'm quite a gossip.

“Everything I said before is true. I’ve been with the company for over half a year and have worked on several proposals for Sichuan and Chongqing. The sales staff all came back saying my proposals weren’t good enough. The technical scores were too low, and one bid was even rejected. Later, they redefined the locations, and Sichuan and Chongqing became public areas, open to anyone. This time, when they heard your company was involved, they were all unhappy to come. I was indignant, so I came alone. General Manager Cai even went to the client’s office specifically for this, which is how we got the opportunity to join.” Her eyes reddened as she spoke.

I handed her a tissue and said, "Sorry, did I upset you? I remember once at a party, I handed a girl a napkin, but I said 'Here's a sanitary napkin.' I was so embarrassed."

She laughed and asked, "And then what happened?"

"Well, then that girl was embarrassed too. She really did get her period that day. A few days later, she quietly asked me how I knew she got her period that day. I said I didn't know, I misspoke. Then I knew when her period started." "And

what happened after you found out?"

"She let me know such a private thing, and then... well, you know. " "

What do you mean by 'you know'?"

"I mean, sex."

She rolled her eyes at me and said, "Vulgar." But she didn't seem angry, and lowered her head to eat.

I chuckled dryly and ate too. During our conversation, I learned she was twenty-four years old and had graduated from university a year ago. After graduation, she broke up with her boyfriend. Her ex-boyfriend was a graduate student and was currently single.

After we finished eating, she offered to pay, saying again that she had invited me to dinner, so whether it went well or not, it was her responsibility to pay. I knew their company's policy: if a deal wasn't successful, a portion of the commission would be deducted. She was in technical roles, so I didn't know how it was calculated, but I figured she'd have to bear a portion. I thought to myself, this girl is quite generous and principled.

I'm not used to girls paying, so I just told her to put the meal cost on the room bill. She looked a little disappointed, but didn't mention the project again. I thought to myself, "She's a sensitive and intelligent girl."

"Come sit in my place for a while," I said, walking ahead, her following behind.

I bought two popsicles, one for each of us, and we sat in the room chatting. Her hostility towards me noticeably lessened, and she hesitated several times before speaking. I asked her, "Do you know why I bumped into you yesterday?"

She said, "Because you're a pervert."

"You really think I'm a pervert?"

She looked at me and said, "You're definitely a pervert, but not quite a 'pervert'."

I laughed and said, "Knowing I'm a pervert and still coming to my room. Actually, I'm even more perverted than a pervert."

She said, "Then I'm the hunter."

I thought to myself, "Quite confident." Then I mentioned their company's staff.

Her face froze instantly: "How did you know?"

"I saw this while I was helping you gather documents,"

she said, pointing at me. "You stole trade secrets."

I grabbed her hand and asked, "Do you still want to do this project?"

She looked at me, didn't speak, and lowered her head. Her face turned red. Heh, a girl blushing means she's thinking about her husband. I thought to myself.

After a long while, she nodded slightly. I confirmed, "You know what conditions I'm adding."

She didn't speak or move. Her face just turned even redder.

I just looked at her. At first glance, I didn't think she was particularly beautiful. But she was very attractive, and the more I looked, the more beautiful she became. She had a baby face, and even when calm, she would show a slight smile.

I knew she was struggling with her thoughts, and I was struggling with mine too. I even analyzed her personality specifically for this.

I felt really wicked. I knew that if I just waited, I would win. The place she was in told me that she had actually accepted it. She just couldn't get over the hurdle of morality and self-respect.

I said, "Forget it~~~~~~~~" She looked up at me, wanted to speak, but held back. "I don't want any additional conditions." I gave her a helpless smile.

Her eyes really spoke volumes. From disappointment, desolation, resentment, to doubt, confusion. Finally, joy and gratitude.

She stood up and said, "I'll get you the money right now."

I said, "No rush, I trust you."

She said, "That's what we agreed on." Then she left.

I called my boss: "Boss, I just had dinner with Director Zheng. He said we should let go of this project... um... it's always been us, it's not easy for him... Yes, I agreed to him, this project isn't very big. The next one is definitely ours... I know that occupied territory can be taken away again... Okay. Bye-bye."

After hanging up, I took a shower to extinguish my lust. I mentally calculated the success rate of my strategic retreat. After thinking it over, I figured it was less than 50%, so I cursed myself for being an idiot and pretending to be a good person (it wasn't the first time I'd been an idiot). But then I thought, if someone's being forced into it, they'd be like a lump of meat, which wouldn't be fun. Lost in these thoughts, I hadn't finished showering when the doorbell rang. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to open the door. Wang Sifei came in and was startled to see me like this.

I said, "I was having impure thoughts earlier, so I went to shower. I haven't cleaned myself up yet, and you're back. It's okay, I'm usually quite carefree when I'm alone. Don't mind me," I said, going to get my clothes from the bed.

She said, "It's alright." She took out three stacks of money from her bag and asked me to count them.

I put the money back in my bag and said, "You've already counted them, why should I count them again?"

She wiped her sweat, looked at me, and was speechless for a moment. My lower body started to get restless. I quickly sat down and said, "You sit too."

She laughed, clearly noticing my change. She said, "You're not behaving yourself."

I chuckled dryly and said, "It's not that I'm not behaving myself, it's just that you're too beautiful and too tempting." "

I habitually crossed my legs, and her eyes glanced down. I quickly closed my legs and tucked the towel in, but I couldn't cover that high bulge. Either don't do it at all, or go all the way. That's always been my thought. If you're going to play the good guy

, you have to play it all the way. I felt her eyes were a little dazed when the phone rang. I quickly answered it; it was asking if I needed any services. I said yes. Then I looked at her, meaning I had something to do later.

She asked, 'Is this a lady?'

I nodded.

She smiled and said, 'Brother, I've never seen a lady before, can I take a look?'

What could I say? I waited. A moment later, the doorbell rang. I went to open the door, and the lady at the door asked, 'Sir, is this the service you requested?' Wang Sifei peeked out from behind me. The lady immediately said, 'Sorry, wrong room.' She turned and left.

I turned back to her and said, 'What are you doing? Can't you wait for her to come in and see? Now look at this…'

She said, 'I was just curious.'

'Okay, you saw it. '" She

sat back on the sofa. Silence. After a while, the phone rang again. I was about to answer it when she asked, "Brother, am I prettier than the one before?"

I didn't answer her, but answered the phone, saying, "Isn't there already one? Why are you calling again?" Then I dialed the call-to-do list. I looked at her.

She said, "What did you just say... I'm not a prostitute." She seemed about to cry.

I quickly said, "I was just talking nonsense, my mouth is so loose, I didn't mean that."

"Do you think I'm prettier than the one before?"

"You're prettier." That was the truth.

She said, "Do you think I'm very proactive, very cheap?"

"No, no," that was also the truth.

"Then why..." She lowered her head.

I suddenly felt I should be very noble, and said, "I want women to listen to me during sex."

She softly hummed in agreement.

Ugh, I said, "I want any position during sex."

She still softly hummed in agreement.

Ugh, "I'm very crazy during sex."

She looked up at me and said, "I want to try."

I asked curiously, "Why?"

After a long pause, she whispered, "The one before only knew one thing..." She almost fainted. "

I want oral and anal sex."

She said timidly, "I don't know how..."

"Didn't we agree we wouldn't do that?"

she said. "I want it."

"Why?"

"I just want... Actually, you know I just agreed." She stood up, walked up to me, and asked, "Did you see everything that day?"

I casually hummed in agreement, then quickly denied it: "No, no."

She bent down: "And now?" "

Alright, let my noble soul save this lonely girl."

I hugged her and kissed her. Her tongue was soft. I sucked wildly. Her body began to heat up, and low moans escaped her nostrils.

My hands began to roam over her body, unbuttoning her coat. I grabbed her breast and kneaded it. Through the thin fabric of her sweatshirt and bra, I couldn't feel the warmth of her flesh. I released her mouth, looked at her, and then slowly reached into her neckline, slipped inside her bra, and grasped it firmly.

She didn't avoid my gaze, looking at me, feeling my hand, her face flushed, a look of satisfaction on her face.

I exclaimed, "Your nipples are so small."

Her face turned even redder: "I don't know why, is this bad?"

"No!"

"Why?"

"When your son drinks milk, it's easy for it to slip off."

She slapped me and said, "Nonsense, how do you know?"

"Let's try it if you don't believe me. " She

looked at me suspiciously. I took off her hoodie and unhooked her bra. The moment the bra slipped down, she instinctively covered her chest.

I pulled her hand away, and a pair of beautiful breasts appeared before my eyes. Full and firm, her breasts were flawless, white, without areolas, only a faint pink, small and perky.

(Her nipples seemed only a third of the normal size. I'd encountered people with very thin, pale pink nipples before, but those people's nipples were of normal length; they looked strangely long and thin. They weren't as cute and pretty as Wang Sifei's.)

I played with her nipples, the small ones bouncing playfully. Then I took one into my mouth, pulled it out, took it in again, and sucked it in again.

She let out a soft moan. Low and rapid.

After playing with her nipples for a while—this was so rare—she gently held my head. I looked up and said, "See? I told you it would slip off easily."

She slapped me, calling me naughty, then suddenly pressed my head against her breast, saying, "This way it won't slip off."

A young girl is a young girl (in my opinion, anyone under 30 who isn't married or pregnant is a young girl). Her breasts, untouched by breast milk, were so firm and elastic. Her delicate skin was so smooth and supple. I kissed every corner of her breasts. My hands naturally weren't idle; one wandered over her breasts, teasing her nipples with my fingertips. The other moved down to her knees, then up again, slipping under her skirt. Her panties were thick, but that didn't prevent me from feeling the fullness of her genitals.

She began to stir with arousal from my teasing. She held my head, pulled it up, and then kissed me. Her kissing technique wasn't great. Under my guidance, our tongues began to meet. I couldn't help but ask, "Did you always kiss like this before?"

She nodded. I asked curiously, "Haven't you ever watched adult films or anything? Even regular movies have kissing scenes."

She said, "He's only interested in his studies, he doesn't care about anything else."

"A bookworm, how did you end up with him?"

"We're from the same village, we played together when we were kids. He's four years older than me. We met again in college and became very close, we often hung out together. He'd never been in a relationship before and wanted to, so we got together."

"Wow~~~, you're so pretty, don't other guys ever pursue you?"

Her expression was strange, like she was insecure. I looked at her strangely too. She pulled away from my embrace and started taking off her skirt. The skirt was tight, and she swayed as she took it off, without any deliberate movements, yet it had a unique allure, making my blood boil.

Underneath were pantyhose, and under that were flesh-colored safety shorts. I was stunned, no wonder the underwear felt so thick. She had her back to me, peeling off her clothes layer by layer. I was stunned; underneath her safety shorts, there was a pair of lace shorts. I wondered if she was like the shorts—cold on the outside, hot on the inside.

The lace shorts slipped off her fair buttocks, revealing her round, full breasts. She turned around and looked at me. Her hands covered her genitals; clearly, she had made up her mind, and slowly separated them.

I couldn't faint anymore; the sight was too beautiful. She said, "You won't dislike me, will you?"

I asked, "Why would I dislike you?"

She said, "I'm different from other girls. People laughed at me when I showered in college."

"You're not exactly a 'white tiger,' and besides, so what if you're a 'white tiger'? A lot of girls shave their pubic hair these days." As I said this, I pulled her into my arms. I kissed her, caressed her, her whole body.

She seemed very excited, trying to return my kisses, her hands stroking my back. After the passionate kiss, I put her on the bed. She seemed a little nervous and helpless, crossing her arms over her chest, then lowering them. Her eyes darted around, but she didn't dare look at me.

Under the lamplight, I beheld a beauty: her skin as white as jade, her hair as black as ink. A rosy face, red lips, a slender neck, and fragrant shoulders. On her slightly parted breasts were two tiny red nipples. A gentle touch caused them to tremble. Her belly was bare, her waist slender, and below, her mons pubis rose like a small hill. A tuft of soft hair grew on it. No, just a small strip. Like newly sprouted hair, breaking through the soil. Smoothly against her lower abdomen, loose and slightly yellowish. The end of the hair was a cleft, completely exposed, extending down to between her legs. How can I describe this beauty? A high mons pubis, soft hair, a secluded cleft, long legs.

I stroked that hair; it was soft and delicate. Gently tucking it between my fingers, each hair was short and fine, no more than two centimeters long. Around these hairs was a ring of even finer downy hair, like baby hair. I couldn't feel the hair when I touched it; her skin was so soft and smooth.

It was naturally grown, unlike the manicured and processed hair—a gift from heaven.

Touching the hair, savoring the sensation, a surge of tenderness welled up inside me. Humans are strange; at that moment, I thought of my son. It was like holding him for the first time, touching his soft skin. I carefully stroked her mons pubis. She seemed to sense my affection, rubbing my back with her hand.

I picked up her pubic hair one by one, counting: "One, two, three, four..."

She slapped me and said, "You're so naughty, making fun of me." Saying this, she bent her legs, tightened her abdomen, and hid the tuft of hair between her legs.

I looked up at her; my eyes were filled with her flushed face, passionate eyes, and full breasts. Maturity and innocence, charm and naivety, were portrayed so harmoniously and naturally in her.

I took her hand and placed it on my penis; her hand trembled upon contact, then she released it. I didn't care about anything else, I plunged my head into her breasts, biting gently, sucking heavily. (Once I'm aroused, I like to bite and suck. It's human nature, isn't it?) My hands roughly explored her genitals, abusing her. I ravaged her pubic hair, kneaded her legs, and pressed her vulva.

She was ignited by my passion and began to breathe like a dream. I loosened my grip and then gripped her again, stroking her, squeezing tightly. It hurt a little, but it was very pleasurable.

I released her mouth, lifted my head, and her closed eyes opened, looking at me shyly. I kissed her lips and turned my gaze to her hands. Her hands stopped stroking, and she asked shyly, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

I said, "I want you to use your mouth and hands together."

She slapped my penis: "You bad boy~~, I really haven't done this before." My penis trembled and tapped against the back of her hand.

I didn't insist, my hands caressing her face, her breasts, her abdomen. To her vulva. I wanted to explore the beauty of her secret valley. I parted her legs, and she resisted, persisting but not resolutely. As her legs parted, I sighed. Even with her legs apart, I still saw a slit. The slit originated from the high, protruding mound halfway up the hillside. With her legs open, the contours of the mound changed. The once protruding mound, now a graceful arc, disappeared between her legs. It became steeper. In the middle of the vertical white wall, the skin abruptly stopped, sunken, and pressed together, forming that beauty. Like a narrow slit, yet not oppressive. At the beginning of the slit, there were some fleshy folds, like tiny Y-shapes. A few dewdrops hung on the slit, glistening and playful.

Seeing me looking closely, she said, "Is it beautiful? Don't stare like that, it's embarrassing."

I sighed softly, "Beautiful~~~ The secluded wall has long been deserted, the fragrant grass grows lonely and hard. Wanting to explore the deep valley, I gently knock on the gatekeeper." After saying this, I gently tapped her genitals.

She giggled and said, "The door wasn't locked... I've let the wolf in. Now that things are like this, you can't just do whatever you want."

I gagged and howled like a wolf, saying, "Pretty Sheep, you can't escape this time, can you?"

She laughed and pretended to be scared, saying, "You're Grey Wolf! Happy Sheep, come save me!"

I said seriously, "Wrong, I'm not Grey Wolf, I'm Perverted Wolf. Today you'd better let me eat you." After saying that, I laughed too.

She laughed and punched my chest, saying, "I'll beat you to death, you pervert! I'll beat you to death, you pervert!"

Suddenly, we both stopped laughing. She looked at me resolutely and said, "Eat me, I want you to eat me."

We kissed passionately again, and I caressed her entire body. Her body was hot and trembling slightly. My hand touched her genitals, and she suddenly tightened her legs, rubbing them back and forth. She was so tight that my hand couldn't move; I could only press down hard on her vulva. Her hand touched my penis, and she suddenly released her legs, guiding my penis towards her lower body.

I thought to myself, "The valley is not yet fully explored; how can I grant your wish?"

I kissed my way down, and when I looked at the valley again, the dew was gone, replaced by a pool of water. I lightly touched it, wetting my fingers, and pressed them into the valley, gently separating them. The tender labia were revealed. The flesh was slightly red, thick and delicate. I gently touched them, and the wind swayed the leaves.

I straddled her, thrusting my hips forward, and said, "Kiss it." As I lowered my hips, I sensed something was wrong. Stealing a glance, I saw her head tilted to the side, my glans pressed against her face. She was just stroking it repeatedly with her hand.

I smiled secretly and continued exploring. Below was a pink cave, layered and flowing with nectar. My fingers gently probed inside, feeling its tightness, smoothness, warmth, and moisture. Her panting grew more rapid, slowly turning into moans. My other hand moved upwards along her tender labia, parting the layers of resistance, but I couldn't find her clitoris. Undeterred, I used both hands, searching and manipulating, but still nothing. Failure. Her moans grew louder as I worked them. Reluctantly, I inserted my fingers again, gently stirring and touching her G-spot. Each time I touched it, her body arched. It was a satisfying sight. When I pulled my fingers out, it was already wet.

Now, her opening was no longer closed; the entrance was slightly parted, and her labia were peeking out. It was too tempting. I couldn't resist burying my head in her mouth, kissing and sucking, my tongue teasing and probing.

She cried out, "No! Stop licking... Ahhh... It's dirty there!" She swayed back and forth. Seeing I didn't react, she let me continue. After a while, she said again, "Stop licking... It hurts... Stop! Licking... It's dirty there... Ahh..."

Ignoring her, I licked for a long time, it was so addictive. The flesh was fresh and tender, the juices pungent and arousing.

I got up to kiss her, at first she wouldn't let my tongue enter her mouth. After a moment of resistance, she gave up and began sucking on my tongue.

I asked her, "Why did you say it's dirty here?"

Her face flushed, her expression was so beautiful. After a while, she said, "It's where you pee."

I shook my head and said, "I don't think it's dirty at all, I just think it's beautiful."

She hesitated, and when I asked her, she wouldn't answer. So I tickled her, and she couldn't resist, saying, "Stop tickling me... hehehe... I'll tell you."

"Don't make up something to tell me,"

I said, holding her close as I listened, my hand on her waist as a threat.

She whispered in my ear, "You said it's beautiful there? Just now, when you were kissing me, I suddenly needed to pee, I was dying to hold it in."

Hearing these words from such a simple, shy girl... I felt so proud. I looked up at her, and she was stunned by my gaze. She asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

I shook my head and said, "You're so cute. Next time, just pee if you want to."

"Pervert, your mouth is still there."

"That's not pee, that's..." I thought for a moment and said, "Fairy water."

"What fairy water?"

I laughed and said, "Water flowing from the fairy cave, that's fairy water." As I spoke, I thrust my finger into the fairy cave.

As my finger went in, she let out a groan. After regaining her senses, she scolded me coquettishly, "You're doing it again." Her face was as red as blood as she asked, "Is that my... vaginal fluid?"

I couldn't help but kiss her, then I knelt up, put my penis next to her face, and looked at her.

She looked at me shyly, then suddenly turned her head, kissed the head of my penis, and turned back, shyly lowering her eyes, not daring to look at me.

Seeing that I hadn't moved for a while, she looked up at me again: "What's wrong?"

I said, "It feels so good. I want more."

She said, "You bad boy," and quickly kissed me again.

I said, "Not enough."

She said, "What else do you want?" and kissed me again.

I said, "Suck it in your mouth." She refused. I used force to subdue her. It didn't take much effort, and she half-heartedly took

my penis in her mouth. I moved it back and forth a bit, but her technique was too poor, and my teeth scraped painfully. So I gave her pointers. She cooperated very well. I even asked her to use her hand to stroke my penis, to suck my testicles, and to lick my scrotum with her tongue, and she did it. I had a sudden impulse to have her lick my anus. But then I thought it was better not to rush things.

She spat out my testicles and asked, "This is..."

I said seriously, "Oral sex."

She asked, "Is it good?"

Her technique was too clumsy, so I said, "Very satisfying." I asked, "I was just giving you oral sex too."

She nodded as if she understood, and I guessed she thought I said "satisfied" instead of "good." It'll give her something to look forward to next time.

I asked again, "Is it comfortable?"

She hummed in affirmation, clearly understanding what comfort meant.

I probed her vagina, and she played with my penis, panting softly, her body twisting like a snake.

I said, "You want it inside."

She was so shy, but after a while, she still softly hummed in affirmation.

She wouldn't answer, I wouldn't move; the moment she answered, I would immediately move. I was impatient, I was dying to hold it in.

I knelt between her legs, which had already opened automatically for me. I placed her buttocks on my knees, rubbing my penis back and forth between her folds, the glans glistening with fluid. She tilted her head, her eyes closed, breathing softly, her face full of surrender. Yet she stopped me, saying, "Put...put that on."

Such a beauty, such a virtuous woman, how could I use a condom? That would be like scratching an itch through my boots, like taking a bath in a raincoat.

I said, "Don't worry, I had a vasectomy."

I quickly slid down and inserted it.

She first let out a hesitant "Ah," but before she could finish, a louder, long moan followed. She turned and looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of pain and longing. Her hands pressed against my abdomen as she said, "Slower...it hurts."

I knew I had to be gentle. I leaned down, pressing myself against her. One hand supported me, the other kneading her breast, which I had squeezed open, and I looked at her with the deepest, most affectionate gaze I could muster. My lower body moved slowly, like a folk dance, five steps forward, three steps back. Her secret cave enveloped me tightly; it felt so good. I wanted to thrust all the way in.

She bit her lower lip, trying not to make a sound, but her nose emitted "Mmm~ Mmm~" sounds with each thrust. Her expression was a mix of pain, joy, anticipation, and satisfaction…

I couldn't resist any longer and thrust the remaining two-fifths of my penis in.

She let out another long "Ah~~~."

I felt it was more of a pain in her voice, so I stopped moving. I just held on tightly. I gently bit her earlobe.

I was particularly interested in her earlobes. I sucked, licked, and bit them.

After a while, she said softly, "You're done moving."

I asked, "Does it still hurt?"

She said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, you can move now."

I feigned concern and said, "I'm afraid it will hurt you," and then went back to playing with her earlobe.

She got angry and said aggrievedly, "You just know how to torment me. I want you to move."

I looked at her seriously and said, "Why do you want me to move?"

She hesitated for a long time before saying, "Don't torment me... I feel uncomfortable inside... I want you to move. Move." After saying that, she closed her eyes and started to twist her waist.

I just pressed myself against her tightly, my lower body thrusting, my glans throbbing inside her vagina, hitting the walls everywhere.

With the throbbing of my glans, she started to moan. Seeing that I didn't make any further moves, she opened her eyes and said, "You're bad."

I said, "I moved."

She said, "Not like this."

"Then how should I move?" I asked like an innocent child.

She said, "I want you to move back and forth."

"What's with the vulgar talk?"

she asked. "I want you to make love to me."

I said, "I mean, to poke your pussy."

She abandoned all her inhibitions and said, "Poke my pussy...poke my pussy hard...my pussy is so itchy...poke it quickly...hurry up~~~." She even shook my body as she spoke.

I was also aroused, like a soldier awaiting a bugle call, and I launched my attack.

Her vagina felt like it had countless fleshy buds, rubbing against me back and forth with each thrust—it felt so good~~~ After only a few dozen thrusts, I realized something was amiss. I quickly recalled the Tang poems I had learned. "The bright moonlight before my bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground." No, that's not appropriate. "Stopping the carriage to admire the maple forest at dusk." That's also wrong, it's ambiguous. "The bright moonlight on the Twenty-Four Bridges, where is the jade maiden teaching the flute?" Looking at her mouth, it was even more wrong. Suddenly, a quatrain came to mind, not only fitting the occasion but also expressing a higher pursuit. (Guess which poem it is; no prize for guessing correctly. Not an adaptation of Tang poetry; it shouldn't be hard to guess.)

My lower back was a little sore, so I straightened up, one hand on her bent knee, the other on her vulva. I didn't care if she had a clitoris or not; I rubbed it for a while while continuing my vigorous thrusting.

She was beneath me, her head swaying back and forth, her eyes closed, moaning softly. Suddenly she looked at me and said, "Hmm~~~ Stop~~ Stop for a moment~~~ I want to~~~ Ah~~~ I want to~~~~ Oh~~~ I pee~~~ Ah."

I didn't say anything. This wasn't telling me to stop; it was adding fuel to the fire, encouraging me. I kept going, going really hard.

She said, "I can't take it anymore~~~ Ah~ I really can't take it anymore… Hmm… I can't hold it in… Ah~~~ I pee~~~ I'm going to pee… I pee… I pee…"

Good position, good indeed. I moved my gaze from her admiring expression down, and saw that with each thrust, water splashed everywhere. Her legs were soaked, my pubic hair was wet, and the water was plentiful, even flowing down the base of my penis towards my scrotum. My scrotum tightened abruptly from the splash, and now the water felt tingling and numb. My testicles contracted, and I lost control. My glans, already tingling and throbbing from the water, was now aroused. I quickly withdrew my penis and pulled her hand to it. Her limbs were limp, just hanging there helplessly. I could only hold her hand and stroke it back and forth.

A torrent of semen gushed out, so satisfying. It was so much, so far! While others might pee three feet against the wind, I was unleashing a torrent. It flowed freely, dripping and trickling, starting from her lower abdomen and all the way to the top of her head.

She snapped out of her daze after my ejaculation. She said, "How did you get it everywhere?" and tried to wipe the semen from her mouth.

How could I let her wipe it? I quickly stopped her, saying, "It's my fault, I'll clean it up." I grabbed a napkin and started wiping the semen off her body.

She said, "It's all over my hair, how am I supposed to clean it?"

I said, "You'll be fine after a shower." I wiped her face, but hesitated to touch her lips.

She looked at me and said, "You're being naughty again."

"Am I naughty? I'm helping you mature." I said, scraping the semen with my fingers and putting it in her mouth.

She spat it out. I didn't care anymore and leaned down for a deep, long kiss. My tongue, saliva, and semen mingled and kept being pushed into her mouth.

She gagged and hit me, saying, "You're so bad, always bullying me." Then she got up and put on her clothes.

I tried to hug her, but she pushed my hands away. I said, "Are you just going to leave like this? There's still some in your hair."

She threw off her clothes, pounded my chest, and said, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault."

I said, "Go wash it."

She turned and went to the bathroom, and I followed, saying

, "You can't wash your hair clean by yourself. I'll help you wash it." She pushed me away

, saying, "I don't need you, you just know how to bully me." I said, "I'll take responsibility for my actions. I said I'd help you clean it, so I have to keep my word. Don't worry, I'll only

wash your hair." I shamelessly went into the bathroom. I took my Pantene shampoo (not an ad, I just like Pantene, especially after that Hunan girl, I like it even more). I carefully and

properly washed her hair. She said, "Okay, your hair is washed, you can go now."

I said, "You weren't clean enough, I said I'd take responsibility for my actions." So I squeezed out a lot of shower gel and rubbed it on her. She dodged, the bathroom is so small, I'm blocking the door, where can you hide? Watch out for my breast-grabbing claws! I wiped her breasts, smeared it on her lower abdomen, and even pinched her butt, leaving her covered in bubbles. She resisted fiercely, her eyes reddening, but she held back her tears, saying, "You just bully me." Then she stood up straight and said, "Bully me all you want, do whatever you want with me." Letting me do whatever I wanted.

This wasn't right, so I ignored her. "Oh dear, we're out of shower gel. Oh well, we're all about being eco-friendly these days, let's shower together and save water." I said, then snuggled into her arms. My body wiggled like an eel, and I deliberately got bubbles all over my face and head.

She chuckled and said

, "Okay, stop pretending." I said playfully, "You look so pretty when you smile, smile again."

She kept a straight face and didn't smile, so I tickled her. She giggled and dodged my hands, her breasts bouncing around, so alluring.

We washed and rinsed each other clean, and I dried her off, leaving myself with only a bathrobe as a towel. There was also a bath towel... lying on the floor. I carried her to the room; it was already past one. She wanted to get dressed and go back. I said, "Sleep here tonight."

She said, "I have to submit a bid tomorrow, I need to go back and adjust it."

I smiled and pulled her to the bed, saying, "Adjusting that only takes an hour. How about this, you stay here tonight, and I'll take you back early tomorrow morning. The bidding doesn't start until the afternoon, it won't be a problem. Or you can check out of the room tomorrow and stay here. It's close to the bidding location. See, how about I change your room to a single room tomorrow?"

She gently slapped my penis and said, "You didn't mean any harm."

My penis had already become aroused during the later part of the shower, watching her bouncing breasts. I hugged her and kissed her lightly, saying, "I noticed you were a little swollen down there. I didn't want to hurt you."

She looked at me affectionately, and I quickly turned off the light and pulled the covers up.

In the darkness, I asked, "Was it comfortable just now?"

She hummed and said, "I've never felt so comfortable before, I didn't like this before."

I said, "Why?"

She hit me, calling me bad, and then told me that her ex was a bookworm who would just take his pants off and do it, only touching me a couple of times for caresses. Plus, his penis wasn't big, and he didn't last long. He'd be done in three minutes and then go back to his studies. They probably only did it twice a month. Her hometown is conservative, so she didn't think anything of it, but now she understands the beauty of it.

I feel sorry for that guy; a gift from heaven, taken without knowing its value, he deserves divine retribution.

I then asked if she'd ever had a boyfriend. She said yes. I asked how long it had been since the breakup, and she said over a year.

I said, "You haven't thought about that for over a year?" She said

, "It's hard to think about it. It wasn't comfortable before, but sometimes I felt restless and uneasy."

I asked her when she fell for him and why she agreed.

She said, "I don't know, maybe because you're older than me. I like older men; my ex was four years older than me. And today I'm feeling restless again."

I laughed and said, "I'm so lucky! I'm ten years older than you."

She said, "Four and ten sound similar." "

I asked, 'Do you regret it?'

She thought for a moment and said, '

Yes, I regret it.' I hummed in agreement and looked at her. In the darkness, I couldn't see clearly, only the faint outline of her face and the shadow of her hair.

She continued, 'I regret it. I should have been more proactive.'

I hugged her tenderly. My hand gently caressed her genitals and I asked, 'Does it hurt?'

She said, 'It's okay now. There's always a price to pay for an affair.'

Her words made me shudder. Her hand then touched my penis. We groped each other in the darkness, and she gradually began to pant again. She said, 'Don't touch me anymore, it hurts a little.'

I moved my hand to her back and asked, 'Is it just that it hurts?'

After a while, she said shyly, 'I want it again.'

'Want what?'

She hit me, called me bad, and then whispered in my ear, 'I want you to poke my pussy.'

Hearing this made my penis jump. I said, 'No, you're injured and need to rest.'

Her hand caressed my penis and asked, 'What will you do?'"

I moved her body around, placed my penis between her legs, and said, "This is good, I can do it whenever I want. " "She swayed her body twice as she spoke.

She giggled, then hugged me tightly.

The night passed in silence, I slept soundly, embracing her fragrant feet, wishing the night were longer and our love more intense. (I wrote this as a casual remark that day. Not today. Looks like something's up.)

The next morning, I woke up to find Wang Sifei still fast asleep; she must have been really tired last night. I quietly got up, and ironically, my morning erection was still between her legs. I ordered two breakfasts, telling the waiter not to ring the doorbell, just a gentle knock. I watched her sleep. She was a restless sleeper, her lower body exposed. Afraid she'd get cold, I turned up the air conditioning. I slightly opened the curtains to let in the morning light. I admired her long legs and alluring lower abdomen. A knock sounded. I put on my bathrobe and went to open the door. Bringing in breakfast, I found her awake, hiding under the covers watching me.

I smiled and said, 'Did I wake you? Did you sleep well last night?'" I put down my breakfast, pulled back half of the curtains, and opened the window a little. I came out from behind the sheer curtain. She looked at me without saying a word.

I went over and kissed her, asking, "What's wrong?"

"You just opened the door like that?" she said, slapping my exposed manhood.

How embarrassing! I was just thinking about getting my things quickly so I could come back and admire the beautiful woman sleeping in the morning; I didn't notice anything amiss. Luckily, the waitress was well-mannered and didn't seem to notice anything. Could it be that she...? Thinking about what she looked like, she wasn't bad-looking. Men, how can you always be eating what's in your bowl while eyeing what's in the pot? There's a saying :

"Why not pick the wildflowers by the roadside?" I was lost in thought. "Will you take me home later?" she asked again when she saw me lost in

thought. Her words pulled me back to reality, and I said, "No. But I want to pick you up."

She smiled and said, "Don't be ashamed, I didn't say I was going to stay here... What were you thinking about just now? You were lost in thought." "

I said, 'Thinking of you sleeping, I drooled all over my pillow.'

She threw the pillow at me and said, 'You're talking nonsense, you're the one drooling.'

I caught the pillow and threw it back. 'I did drool, seeing someone sleeping so restlessly, thighs, pussy, all exposed.' I licked my lips and said, 'So tempting!'

She yelled, 'You pervert!'

I took off my bathrobe, threw it aside, and sang, 'Early morning, the air is so fresh, let's exercise together.'" "Singing, I pounced on

her like a hungry wolf. She hid under the covers, curled up, and I howled like a wolf as I pulled the covers over her.

I threw the covers off the bed, and there she was, lying on her jade-like body, offering only weak resistance. This only fueled my animalistic desires.

I pinned her down, and she breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling. A deep kiss, and when I touched her, she was already a wet stream. Quickly. In and out slowly. Nine dips and one deep. Her juices flowed like a torrent, and I ejaculated a torrent. But this time, she helped me, lowering my penis and shooting onto her belly. I originally wanted her to use her mouth, but she refused. Knowing she was conservative, I didn't force her. Let's take it slow.

When I ejaculated, I said, 'Say it.'

She didn't understand and asked suspiciously, 'Want more?'

I laughed and kissed her passionately, and we had another deep, passionate lovemaking session, until both beds were soaked.

The second time, at her insistence, I used a condom. She said, 'That way, I won't have to worry about you having any bad ideas.'" "

I asked, 'What mischief am I thinking?'

She replied, 'I don't know where you want to ejaculate on me?'

I chuckled awkwardly, feeling helpless.

We played in the water together, and after breakfast, it was already past ten. I took her home and picked her up. I wanted to go alone, but she refused. When I asked her why, she replied, 'The tide is coming, and something is inauspicious; a husband shouldn't touch it.' I was

so angry! If I had known this, I should have ejaculated inside her. I started planning what to do tonight. I asked her with concern if her period was regular and if there were any abnormalities. She replied, 'Good.'

I was so angry I rubbed my thighs.

Women are strange; their bodies are like their everything. Especially if you can satisfy their bodies. Later, she asked me to help her with the quote, saying it was a business secret. She didn't hide anything from me. We finished the quote in half an hour. She asked me, 'Is this okay? This price…'

I confidently said, 'Yes.'" "

I casually adjusted the price, and the afternoon's bid opening was a sealed bid. We waited outside. Director Deng sent me a string of question marks. I replied: 'Let's follow the procedure. It's always just us winning the bid. You guys are under a lot of pressure.' I guess that old dog was cursing me when he saw the message.

The result was self-evident. I congratulated Wang Sifei and expressed my regret to Director Deng and Engineer Liu. Director Deng said there would be opportunities to cooperate next time.

After leaving the building, I waited for Wang Sifei at the corner. Just as I took out a cigarette, Director Deng called: 'That girl is good, you acted quickly.'

I replied: 'Nothing, don't talk nonsense, you're tarnishing my reputation. I'm a married man.'

He said: 'Come on, even the way she walks has changed. You're ruthless. This girl looks really good, if you have the chance, help me matchmake.'

I thought to myself: 'Bullshit, it really wasn't me, I didn't even notice how she walked, I don't know who she was with, was it you?'

We both laughed."

After hanging up with Director Deng, Engineer Liu's call came in.

"Oh, Engineer Liu, I was just on the phone with Director Deng... What?" I saw Wang Sifei come out, glanced at the building, then darted deeper inside, saying, "Didn't you say you were under a lot of pressure? I gave up the bid, and you blamed me... Okay, okay, don't worry... Hmm... Okay, next time I'll definitely withstand your pressure... Alright... Hmm, bye-bye."

Looking at Wang Sifei, her face beaming, her steps light. Nothing seemed amiss. Was the old man lying to me?

I asked Wang Sifei, "Does it hurt down there?"

Wang Sifei cried out, "I was afraid you'd be waiting, so I walked fast and didn't notice. Now that you mention it, it really hurts a little."

The old man's eyes are sharp...

That night, we enjoyed ourselves immensely, and I finally ejaculated inside her.

Postscript: Wang Sifei left the contract and agreement unmentioned. Two days later, I met with Director Deng. During the meal, Director Deng brought up the old matter again, which I laughed off. After a satisfying meal, we went to a karaoke bar for some fun. The girls seemed rather ordinary. Deng was very pleased. He slipped me 10,000 RMB, which I accepted with a smile. I returned home drunk that night; the beauty was still awake. We bathed together, embraced, and slept. I regretted not meeting her sooner. Another day, I met Engineer Liu. We drank and chatted. We went to the sauna again. He offered me money. I refused, saying, "The matter is not yet settled." I dared not accept it. He said, "You have worked hard; we'll meet again later." I accepted it politely. Returning home, the beauty was also still awake. I embraced her and smelled her fragrance. I asked, "Why do you smell so good?" I replied, "Shower gel." The beauty was suspicious, sat on the bed, and wept. I was angry, took off my clothes, and said, "Such a vigorous man, how could it be weak after a second time, or exhausted after a third?" The beauty felt ashamed, tears still in her eyes, and finally, I gave her oral sex. She wanted me to swallow, but I couldn't, and she vomited for a long time. I

originally wanted to give 30,000 RMB to Wang Sifei, but she ultimately refused to accept it. I bought her a necklace. Engraved inside: Love Chain.

(The End)

Aside: This story is basically true. Names have been changed; please do not assume any connection to real people.

Several years have passed since the affair, but we've maintained contact. The girl is still unmarried. It gives me a headache. But she's never brought it up with me. I feel both reluctant and guilty towards her. We're stuck in this tangled web of emotions.

A few days ago, while on a business trip, I saw a girl who looked remarkably like her from the side, which inspired this piece. The other night, I was trying to send an email, but the internet was down, and I couldn't get it to go through. I suspected many people were downloading porn. So I went to an internet cafe, sent the email, and then, feeling bored back at the hotel, started writing this. Before I knew it, it was past 1 AM. The internet cafe was quiet and sparsely populated. I'd found a seat further inside, hoping for some peace and quiet. But I noticed only one girl across from me, a girl in her early twenties, with average looks. Her arm was moving. I quietly slid down under the table. She was using her bag to cover herself, but the place where her hand was touching was very discreet. I chuckled to myself. I quietly left my seat and watched from a distance. She was watching a Western film, right in the middle of a passionate scene. When I returned to my seat, the girl saw me, her face flushed, and her hands stiffened. I smiled at her kindly. Then I tried to concentrate on writing again, but I couldn't. So I took out a pen and paper and wrote: "Just scratching the surface isn't enough. We hope to meet again someday. Could I have your QQ number?" I handed it to her. It was an impulsive decision. Later, I wondered what if the girl thought I was a pervert. The girl didn't move for a long time, and I didn't know what she meant. I looked at her, and she was looking at me too. When she saw me looking at her, she quickly looked down. I couldn't figure it out. Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I passed the pen back. A moment later, the pen and paper were returned. It felt like passing notes in school. I won't go into the rest. This incident has been making me restless for the past two days. I should have finished writing this much earlier. The later part is a bit disorganized. Please forgive me.

Also, I've met a girl with small breasts and little hair before. She was introduced by a familiar bathhouse owner. He said she was new and really average-looking. I wanted to change, but the boss said, "You'll know once you're inside." I didn't understand what he meant at first. So I took her into the room. After she took off her clothes, I realized what he meant. This girl also had big breasts. It's just that her nipples were thin and long, which was a bit disproportionate. Her genitals were also different from hers. It was a small tuft of hair, not a line. It was also a "bun-shaped" vagina. Only after I actually penetrated her did I understand what the boss meant. So I ask you fellow wolves: Have you ever encountered someone with thin nipples? Are all women with thin nipples "bun-shaped" vaginas? (Page 1) (Page 2) (Page 3) The Adulterous Wife of an Official

My job requires frequent business trips, and most of the time I'm alone. Two years ago, I went to Hunan for a large state-owned enterprise project. I went with a colleague that time. I was in business, and he was in technology. That was the first time I went to negotiate.

The project team had just been established and had recruited many new people, so the whole project department seemed chaotic. Before storming into the meeting room, I glanced at the person in front of me. It was a newly recruited woman, who looked to be in her early twenties. The Hunan girl was pretty and didn't stop us. We just looked.

Meetings and negotiations started, business first, then technology.

Anyone in business knows that if you do your job behind the scenes, you're just going through the motions on stage. Soon I came out with my bag. It was the tech team's turn to go in and continue their negotiation.

I came out, greeted everyone, and everyone was busy. I walked out with a cigarette in my mouth. The receptionist called me: "You can smoke here."

Her Mandarin wasn't perfect, but her voice was really nice. I pretended not to understand and asked, "What did you say?"

My heart skipped a beat. "Can someone with this kind of Mandarin work as a receptionist?"

she repeated. I leaned against the counter and lit a cigarette. I glanced at her computer. She was playing a game called "Happy Farm," which seemed empty. My professional instincts kicked in again; I hadn't had enough fun earlier, but now I had a target. Time to keep chatting.

"New here, beautiful?" I said, handing her a business card. "I'll need your help with calls and documents from now on."

The girl took the card, glanced at it, and asked, "Are you getting your equipment ready? Sorry, my business cards aren't printed yet."

"Not yet, this is just my first time here."

After hearing my words, the girl tossed the card into the bottom drawer with a "plop." This won't do. I smiled and said, "You play 'Happy Farm' too?"

She absentmindedly hummed in agreement and continued playing. I said, "I play too, let's add each other, it's more fun when we're all playing together."

The girl seemed interested, added me as a friend on Kaixin.com, and asked for my QQ number. I wrote my QQ number on my business card and gave it to her; this time she put it in the keyboard drawer. I chatted with the girl while watching her play. A little while later, my colleague came out. I said goodbye to the girl and left.

That evening, I had arranged to meet him for shopping and dinner. After a few drinks and some pleasantries, I subtly inquired about the receptionist: "What's up with that receptionist? How can she do the job with such poor Mandarin?"...

Li Li, 26 years old, married for four years, has a three-year-old son whose mother-in-law helps out. Her husband is a civil servant, a section chief. His father is a deputy bureau chief. After four years of being idle, she got bored and asked her father-in-law to find her a job—the receptionist. No

one dares to boss her around. This is the information I gathered over three days.

Well, another public relations target.

Back at the hotel, I opened Kaixin.com and found a friend request—it was Li Li. Someone added me on QQ—it was Li Li.

From then on, every time I visited them, I would bring Li Li a small gift. Using company money to do personal favors. We often played games like "Happy Farm" and used QQ, and we became quite familiar.

For a while, I was busy and didn't use Kaixin.com much. That time I visited them again, and when I got back that night, I saw a message on QQ from her, asking why I hadn't been playing "Happy Farm" lately. "

I logged onto Kaixin.com and found my virtual garden thriving. Looking at the records, I realized Li Li had been looking after it for me.

I messaged her on QQ, 'It's all because of that project of yours.' There were three companies competing fiercely at the time.

She replied shortly after, 'What's wrong?'

I checked the time; it was only a little past seven. I asked, 'Is it convenient? Let's chat tonight; I've been so depressed these past few days.'

It took her a while to reply, 'Okay.'

We arranged a time and place. I took a shower, changed my clothes (it was early October, and it was hot), and went out."

She was punctual. I ordered some barbecue and two bottles of beer, one each. I'm allergic to alcohol, so two bottles is my limit. And I turn completely red after just one drink. I complained to her while we drank, and she didn't say anything. Seeing that she was listening, I started chatting with her about all sorts of things. I don't know why I asked if her husband minded her going out at night.

She didn't answer, but her expression wasn't good. I cursed myself for being an idiot. Her husband is a high-ranking official with connections; of course he's busy.

Can he compare to someone like me who just loafs around? I quickly changed the subject. After talking for a while, I realized she wasn't angry about my question. Well, it seems their relationship isn't great. That day I drank one and a half bottles, and she drank four. As a man, I felt ashamed, but I still had to take her home.

Nothing happened that night. I took her home around 11 PM, and no one was home.

After that, Li Li and I had more and more contact, and we ate together several times and went to karaoke. But it was all based on feelings, not reason.

The following summer, I went to Hunan more and more frequently; the project was in its final sprint. Everything that needed to be done—from sending gifts to making arrangements—was done properly. The project was secured smoothly. Most importantly, the price was excellent. I knew Li Li had helped.

The contract was signed, and Li Li attended the celebration banquet that evening. I tried everything, vomiting twice, but still collapsed. The key was that my starting point was too low. The boss took them to a karaoke bar, and naturally, Li Li couldn't go. She offered to take me home. Others naturally refused, but although I couldn't stand, my mind was still clear. I said, "I'll rest for a bit. You guys go have fun first, I'll get there by myself later." Everyone dispersed.

I lay there for a while, and Li Li returned, asking if I was alright.

I smiled and said, "I'm fine." But my legs wouldn't obey. She came over to help me. Although I'm not tall, I'm quite heavy, and she couldn't support me very well, so she let me lean on her. This was the first physical contact between us in so long.

She drove me directly back to the hotel. By the time the car reached the hotel, I was much better. I usually sober up easily when I'm out in the wind.

But at that moment, I couldn't bear to see her leave. I knew her husband had gone on an inspection tour; he's now a deputy director. I stumbled as soon as I

got out of the car—it was so realistic! I bumped my head on a telephone pole. Damn it, I was just pretending to hug the pole, but my head went in first.

With a clang, Li Li was terrified and quickly got out of the car to support me, looking at my forehead.

Seeing her anxious expression, I quickly said, "I'm fine, you go back first." I tried to stand up, but I couldn't. My head was a little dizzy from the impact.

She told me to hug the telephone pole, then got back into the car. I cursed myself for trying to be a hero. But if I was going to pretend, I'd go all the way. I tried to go back by myself, but I was a little unsteady, so I had to hug the pole to steady myself.

Li Li got out of the car, picked up her bag, and closed the door. She looked at my forehead again and said, "What a big bump." I saw her eyes were wet.

"It's okay, I'll put some ice water on it when I get back. You should go back quickly; you've been drinking, drive carefully." She had already turned off the engine.

“I’ll take you home first.” She pulled my hand, wrapped it around her neck, and took my weight.

My left hand hung naturally over her chest, swinging back and forth with my steps. Occasionally, it brushed against her chest. She noticed, but didn’t react. My head rested against hers, smelling her hair. It was Pantene. I use it too.

Back in the room, she made me lie down, took a can of drink from the refrigerator, wrapped it in a towel, and rolled it back and forth on my forehead.

Seeing her distressed expression, I hugged her tightly. She resisted, but not fiercely. I held her in my arms. Her body trembled slightly.

With a clatter, the can of drink rolled to the floor.

She seemed to wake up suddenly and struggled violently. I didn’t let go, the burgeoning life in my lower body making her blush.

She tapped my forehead with her finger. I cried out in pain, and my hand loosened.

She stood up and stepped back. Looking at me.

I sat up and looked at her. Staring straight at her, without blinking. At that moment, we both needed courage. I showed her my resolve with my eyes, giving her courage.

She gave in, lowered her head, and asked, "When did you sober up?"

"In the car," I didn't lie to her.

"Then why did you hit the lamppost?" she asked.

"I didn't want you to leave."

"Why?"

"I didn't want you to go back alone and be lonely."

"Have you thought about what I would have to endure if you did that?"

I didn't know how to answer. I wanted to say: endure my love. But I couldn't say it.

I was silent. She cried, her shoulders heaving.

I went up and hugged her, but she pulled away.

I said, "You go back alone and be lonely, or we'll be lonely together, you choose."

She just stood there crying.

"Then I'll help you choose." I hugged her again.

She didn't move, like the lamppost. Crying.

Slowly, she rested her head on my shoulder and cried.

I touched her hair, I wanted to kiss her neck, but I couldn't reach it. I wanted her to look up and kiss her, but she didn't move. For a long time.

I was anxious, and in a small struggle, my forehead hit the lamppost again.

It hurt terribly, and tears welled up in my eyes.

She panicked, clutching my head, wanting to touch me but hesitant. She turned to open the refrigerator again.

I grabbed her hand and said, "A kiss will make it stop hurting."

She slapped me and kissed my forehead. The kiss still hurt.

"Let's not go back, okay?"

She looked at me for a moment. She stood up, walked to the door, and looked back at me. I didn't move, just looked at her.

My heart sank to the bottom. Disappointment and despair filled my face.

She raised her hand, but instead of opening the door, she pressed a switch in the hallway. I knew that switch controlled the bathroom and hallway lights, and there was also a "Do Not Disturb" switch.

I ran over and kissed her. She was excited and nervous, her body trembling. I'm not tall, she's not short, only five centimeters shorter. But I could pull her completely into my arms.

After the passionate kiss, I said to her, "You must be tired from helping me, all sweaty. Shake off first?"

She said she wasn't used to the hotel towels, so I quickly took out my towel, shampoo, shower gel, and a small bottle of Pantene. The bottle still looked new despite being refilled multiple times.

She said I was a man, and it wasn't right for a woman to wash a man's towel that had been washed by her. I offered to wash together, but she disagreed.

I took off my clothes in front of her, and she watched, looking both shy and expectant.

Five minutes later, I came out soaking wet and naked. During that time, I sang two songs in the bathroom, "Ask"

and "Intimate Lover." The order couldn't be wrong; I was afraid she'd overthink things and lose what seemed like a sure thing.

She was listening to me sing, and when she saw me come out, she was surprised by my speed and said I wasn't clean. I asked her to help me wash, so she went back in alone. The door wasn't locked.

I didn't go in; I took out my phone and called the boss.

"Boss, I'm back at the hotel. I'm feeling really dizzy, so I won't be coming over."

"Okay, I know. Take it easy. I just sent Xiao Zhu and Xiao Li (the technician) over first."

"Thank you for your concern, boss." I didn't dare pretend to be drunk.

"I'm here. I need to take a shower later, so we won't be going back tonight. Don't worry."

I put down my phone, turned on my computer, and played some soothing music. She finally came out after a while, fully dressed.

She wanted me to help her undress. I hugged her, kissed her, and made her feel soft and melt, making it easier to remove her clothes.

I neatly laid her clothes on the bed; her clothes weren't cheap.

I like admiring women's naked bodies, but she was shy and wouldn't let me. She kept snuggling into my arms. I could only stroke her. Her back was smooth and fleshy. She said she had a small frame but was actually quite plump. I said, "I like plump women; I like sleeping with a pillow."

She hit me, and I touched her. Her hand landed on my erect penis.

She said I lied to her twice today. I scratched my head, confused. I said the head-banging was a lie. She said I told her on QQ that I couldn't get an erection after drinking. I said that's because you're too beautiful.

I pressed her down beneath me, kissing her nipples, which were a darker color. Her breasts were soft and full. I felt like I could drown there. I knew it was because she had been breastfeeding for over a year. Her navel was round, deep, and clean. Her abdomen was taut, with faint stretch marks. Her baby weighed 7 pounds 6 ounces at birth; I hadn't expected her to recover so well. Further down, there was...

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