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(4100 words) Prologue:

An Encounter

I never hide how to vent my dissatisfaction.

I'm only nice to those I like, and mean to those I don't.

I've been working overtime for a whole month now. It should be 6 PM when I get off work, but I'm still endlessly working on floor plans at my desk.

I'm a junior employee at a global chain sales company. Like everyone else, I have a regular 9-to-5 job, without much achievement or pressure. I believe in the philosophy of "being content with little" and live a simple life.

But the recent overtime has been tormenting me. To meet the company's year-end project, the entire department stayed to work until the city lights were on, close to 8 PM, before leaving the office.

The company's office building is located in a prime downtown area, and it takes almost an hour to get home. Exhausted, I had to eat dinner at a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant near the company.

"I'm starving. Everyone says employees at big companies have it easy, but it's all the same, we're all being tortured..." I grumbled to myself while browsing the news on my iPad.

"Robin, is that you?" A voice suddenly rang in my ears. I looked around blankly;
it must be a colleague who had been working overtime with me and was also hungry, coming to get something to eat. The face that appeared before me was very familiar—a girl around 25 years old, dressed in a Korean style, with burgundy hair, heavily drawn purple eyeliner, thick powder, a Korean-style dress, black stockings, and high heels. Was she a fan of Japanese or Korean fashion? I couldn't tell for a moment. But I was certain she wasn't a colleague from the company; the company wouldn't allow this kind of attire.

"Don't you recognize me?" The girl sat opposite me, not angry, but looking at me strangely. "No way, our young master Yun, you've even forgotten me?"

"Oh, little kitty, what a coincidence, running into you here."

I finally pulled her image from my memory. The girl was my girlfriend from 7-8 years ago. At that time, I was just over 20, had been working for a short time, and realized my education level was too low, so I went to night school, where I met her. The girl's name was Huihui. We dated for about three years. I always called her "Little Kitty." Later, I met my next girlfriend, and I felt she was too immature, so we broke up. I heard she's married and has a child

now. I didn't expect to run into her here today; she's dressed even more daringly than before. Yun is my name. Back then, it was fun, and my friends would call me Young Master Yun. Hearing that name again after so many years feels like a lifetime ago. "Finally remembered me! Where are you doing now?" Huihui asked while sipping her milk tea.
"Just a regular job," I replied, glancing around. I guessed she'd have a boyfriend who looked like a gangster. I'm past the days of chasing after women for sex; I don't indulge in flirting with all sorts of women anymore.
"Relax, I'm alone. Just got off work. What's up? Who were you looking for?"

"Nothing. You're off work so late too? I heard you're married and have a child?"

Huihui suddenly paused. "Yeah, I'm divorced. My son lives with me."

I wasn't surprised. It would be strange if a girl like that wasn't divorced. Trying hard to recall our past relationship, the impressions left in my mind weren't so clear or profound. I only vaguely remembered her as a girl who was good at exaggerating and lived in her own fantasy world.

"Have you eaten? Want to join me?" I asked politely.

"I've eaten, but could you buy me another coffee? You know that's my favorite."
Huihui had always been a girl who dreamed of living a refined life and had always worked hard for it. Until she realized that even the life she wanted was difficult to achieve.

"Okay, sure. Mocha, please. You love desserts, and look how fat you are. You haven't changed, have you?" I teased deliberately, finally starting to revel in the familiarity of the past. "

Robin, are you kidding me? I don't even weigh 100 pounds. Saying I'm fat just shows you have no taste." Huihui
pressed the bell to call the waiter to order coffee while asking, "Are there any booths available?"

"Yes, the booths are on the second floor," the waiter greeted her warmly.

"I just finished my night shift. Let's grab something to eat and go home. I'm exhausted." I was really sleepy.

"No way, it's a rare opportunity to run into her, perfect for keeping me company." Huihui grabbed my bag and headed straight
for the second floor. "Ugh," I cursed inwardly at my regressive, youthful heart as I made my way up.

I rarely go to Hong Kong-style tea restaurants; when dating girls, I prefer lively cafes, like Starbucks, or even a movie theater. The tea restaurant's booths were on the second floor, each with a curtain separating it from the others, a row stretching along the wall. Inside, there was a small table covered with a long tablecloth, two small sofas facing each other,

and candles lit on the small table. "Ugh, I've never been this romantic with my girlfriend," I muttered to myself. We'd just sat down when the waiter brought our coffee and dessert. I ate my steak set meal while reminiscing about our past romance. Suddenly, Huihui sat down next to me, snatched my iPad, and said, "What movie are you watching?
Let me see if your taste has improved!" Huihui unceremoniously opened my iPad and started playing by herself.

Ugh, just like back then, I was too lazy to discuss it and just ate my food.

After I finished dinner and asked the waiter to clear the table, I looked at her again. She was engrossed in the American drama on my iPad. It was "The Walking Dead," which had just finished its season. She was ordering a pineapple bun from the screen. "I'll have this one."

Perhaps afraid of being discovered, Huihui didn't dare to move too much, not even shaking her head to swallow. She just took my entire penis in her mouth and licked it with her tongue. Although it wasn't very stimulating, it felt indescribably comfortable.
"Okay, coming right away." The waiter wrote down the order and left, lowering the curtain.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sexually frustrated?" I asked under the table.

"A little bit, actually. I haven't been with a man in a long time. I only have one girlfriend now." Huihui peeked out, quickly swallowed a few times, stood up, sat next to me, and rubbed my penis as she answered.
"You're just talking nonsense. I know you too well." Since I had broken the ambiguity, I wasn't going to be a pushover. I grabbed her breasts and started massaging them.

"Comfortable," she breathed out softly, letting out a slight moan.

"Come on, that's an overreaction, not that big of a reaction," I protested, my hand gradually sliding down to her stockings.
And so, we continued our erotic exchange, except for a brief moment when the waiter brought in the pineapple bun and she adjusted her clothes slightly; her hands and mouth never left my penis.

Suddenly, a soft melody drifted from the private room, and her phone rang.

"Your husband's calling?" I asked mockingly.

"No, didn't I tell you we're divorced?" She got up, went to the small sofa opposite her, picked up her handbag, took out her phone, checked the caller ID, and stood up to answer the phone.

"Honey, where are you?" A woman's voice could be faintly heard on the other end. "I was just shopping for clothes, now I'm sitting down for a drink. What's up

, missing me?" Huihui answered softly.

"What nice clothes did you buy? You didn't even call me when you went shopping. Where did you get drinks? Who were you with?" The voice on the phone came from afar, sweet and coquettish.

"Haha, you'd never guess! It's a friend I haven't seen in years! I just ran into her on Taishan Road. I really like the clothes. I'm asking my friend if they look good." As she spoke, Huihui turned her back to me, lifted her dress, bent over, and her huge buttocks were sticking out in front of me. She was wearing a black thong that was deeply embedded in the cleft of her buttocks, and the straps were almost invisible from behind.

"Young Master Yun, my friend asked you if the clothes I bought today look good," she actually asked me in a serious tone. At this moment, I felt my abdomen getting hot again. Thongs are my favorite; they always excite me when I see them, especially in such a lewd position.

"Of course they look good, very sexy," I said into the phone.

Huihui seemed to sense my desire. While still on the phone with her friend, she stood up, moved closer to my sofa, and slowly sat on me with her back to me. Using the hand that wasn't on the phone, she pulled out my penis and rubbed it against her vulva. I watched her seductive movements, enjoying myself to the fullest, and couldn't hear what she was saying to her friend.

Suddenly, Huihui handed me the phone, saying, "My friend wants to ask you a few questions, don't embarrass me."
I took the phone, puzzled, and said "Hello." A coquettish voice came from the other end, "Young Master Yun, you're Huihui's ex-boyfriend, right? I've always heard him say he's very handsome."

"Oh, not really, just average..." I started to be polite, but Huihui suddenly sat down forcefully, her vagina instantly accommodating my penis, inserting it straight into her vagina. A warm, soft sensation immediately enveloped my penis, and I made a soft "hmm" sound without warning.

The person on the other end seemed to have anticipated this, suddenly letting out a laugh, followed by a low voice, "Has she put it on?" I was speechless, unsure how to answer. Then, Huihui actually started moving her hips up and down, swallowing and releasing my penis. I could see the entire contact, feeling all sorts of stimulation.

The voice on the phone rang again, "Is Huihui's pussy tight?" I really didn't know a woman could start a conversation with a stranger with just three sentences.

Huihui seemed to hear the question, straightened up, lay in my arms, and whispered in my ear, "Don't embarrass me."

To be honest, I wasn't exactly a model student either; after experiencing all that, I breathed a sigh of relief and answered directly, "Of course it's tight, Huihui's pussy is the hottest and tightest." With my answer, Huihui and the person on the other end of the phone both let out a gasp.
"Where are you? I want to come too," the person on the other end asked anxiously.

I asked Huihui what she meant, and she put the phone on speakerphone, placed it on the table, and while moving around, seemed to deliberately make some comfortable sounds. "Just doing this isn't enough, you have to be sincere."

"Oh, what does sincerity mean? You have to get a handsome guy to propose before I'll agree," another laugh came from the other end of the phone.
I didn't understand Huihui's meaning for a moment, and couldn't join their conversation, so I focused on enjoying Huihui's warm vagina.

Huihui laughed, and suddenly whispered a few sentences in my ear.

"Is it okay?" I looked at Huihui doubtfully and mouthed the question.

Huihui smiled mischievously and nodded.

Without further hesitation, I looked down and whispered into the speakerphone, "You have to wear a miniskirt, no underwear... and you'll have a vibrator inserted in your vagina."

(The End)

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