Should I ride my friend's wife? (15)

My friend's wife, should I ride her or not?
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It turns out that taking a drunk guy home in the middle of the night is so tiring. The cold wind seemed to have sobered him up a bit, and Liu Chong seemed to be clearing up a little too. I thought about it all the way home and decided that a short pain was better than a long one, so I told him, "Chong, I saw Xiao Wei at your house today..." "
She, what happened to her? My wife, nothing to say, she's the love of my life, she..."
He mumbled a few words, then leaned against me and fell asleep again, still muttering something, but I suspect it was prehistoric language; I couldn't understand a word.
Finally, we managed to hail a taxi. Liu Chong was completely unconscious. Four pitchers of beer wasn't a small amount for someone like me with such a low alcohol tolerance. I finally carried him home.
His house was an ordinary two-bedroom apartment. In the "Love Sea" forum, I'd read so many articles about wealthy people, but we were just ordinary folks. Luxury apartments in the West District and luxury villas in the suburbs were simply out of our reach.
Back then, Liu Chong had steeled himself to get married. He sold a famous painting his father left him. Once, after drinking too much, he came over to me, his eyes red, and said, "You know, that painting was the only thing my father left me. I sold it to get married. Looking at it is like seeing my father. I'm so unfilial, sob sob..."
But his girlfriend is really great. She's 1.68 meters tall, with long, flowing hair. Her features are ordinary, but together they're absolutely perfect. She also has the surname Liu, and we guys jokingly called Liu Chong a same-sex couple. After marriage, she treated him incredibly well, making everyone envious. He's so happy, he can't stop smiling.
Yesterday, after watching the NBA regular season game, Yao Ming played really well, even getting a triple-double! I can't even describe it. We friends drink when we're in a good mood, and we drink when we're in a bad mood. I got so drunk I couldn't even go home. Thinking about it, Wang Chong's house was the closest, and without considering they were newlyweds, I just went to his house to sleep. I have a bad habit: I throw up as soon as I drink. Well, I threw up my brand new clothes almost like a volcanic eruption.
The next day, when I sobered up, I felt terrible. Liu Chong looked at me and laughed. "If you can't drink, don't drink! Good grief, now how are you going to go out?" After teasing me, he gave me a set of his clothes to wear, saying his wife would have them dry-cleaned so my parents wouldn't feel bad seeing them. That
evening, another buddy of mine, Zhao Dong, a police officer from the Chengdong Police Station, was celebrating his son's one-month birthday. I knew I had to go with all
my buddies. As we drank, the conversation turned to my clothes. Those guys, full of tricks, started making it up that I'd gone to a brothel yesterday without money, and the brothel had confiscated my clothes—a story they made up quite convincingly. After downing half a jin of Jinliufu cigarettes, I was red-faced and arguing with them. That Liu Chong guy was so shameless; he knew perfectly well his wife had taken the clothes to wash, but he just joined in the commotion. This made me so angry that I grabbed Liu Chong's keys, insisting on going to his house to get the clothes and wear them so everyone could see
Zhao Dong could pull it off. "Hey Liu Chong, can you really trust her? Your wife, that beautiful woman, is home. You're really letting him go up there?" Thinking about it, he was right. It was already past eight o'clock; if I went up there, his wife would be home. I couldn't go. I was stuck, not knowing whether to stand, sit, or leave. My face was burning red.
"Whatever, haha, it's okay. My wife's on the night shift today, she's not home."
"Haha, we thought you were so generous, letting that pervert go upstairs even when your wife's home alone. He's the kind of guy who passed notes to the prettiest girl in elementary school." Everyone was still teasing him.
Luckily, the small restaurant wasn't far from his building. Oh, and let me clarify something: not every cop is rich, corrupt, or can afford to eat and drink at fancy restaurants and hotels. However, about a third of the cops are corrupt, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they're all bad. Actually, many cops are quite good.
He lives on the sixth floor. Think about it, the building developers in our area are bastards. The regulations say that buildings above the eighth floor need elevators, but all his are on the seventh floor... Sixth floor, I still had to climb step by step. When I got to the third floor, I heard someone talking upstairs
, "Yeah, I switched shifts with someone else. He went out to dinner with his buddies today. Yeah, one of their buddies is having his baby's one-month
celebration today, so he won't be back tonight. I'm in the hallway now. Yeah, hurry up, I've been missing you." Then I heard the door open. Damn it, another pair of adulterers. I cursed inwardly. They're having an affair while their husbands are away. But if it were me, I'd be pretty lucky. Now that the internet is so convenient, I don't see any of that Chinese internet construction or information superhighway. It seems like it's just made having affairs easier, making it harder for prostitutes to work now. Liu Chong, that kid, seems to have made a little money recently. He even got a used computer for home, and I suspect his motives aren't pure.
I quickened my pace, wanting to see who this woman was. When I got to the fifth floor
, I spotted her. Her door had just closed, and I instantly sobered up. I picked up my phone to dial, but then thought better of it. Knowing his temper, if I said anything now, he might cause a scene while drunk. I decided to put it off and started smoking on the fifth floor. After
about ten minutes, a man came up. The hallway was dark, so I couldn't see his face clearly, but he seemed about my height, though thinner. He knocked on Liu Chong's door. "Sis, are you home? I've come to see you."
The door opened, and Liu Chong's wife saw me. "Brother's here! Come in, come in!"
She closed the door and immediately followed me up. I pressed my ear to the door and heard someone inside say, "There was a man smoking on the fifth floor earlier, and I was a little hesitant to come up."
"It's okay, nobody in this building knows us. Why are you so late?"
"It's alright, I missed you so much."
"Wait, take a shower first. They could drink all night and still not finish, we have enough time."
After a while, I heard some noise inside, but it was quite far from the bedroom, so I couldn't make out what it was. But I was sure those two were having sex. I was outside thinking hard but couldn't figure out what to do. Then I thought, no, I have to go in no matter what. I walked to the door and knocked hard.
"Who is it?" The voice inside sounded nervous
. "It's me. Open the door, I've come to get my clothes."
About a minute later, Liu Wei opened the door for me wearing a pink nightgown, her nipples clearly showing two protrusions. I looked her over carefully. Her breathing was rapid, and her face was still flushed. She seemed hesitant to meet my gaze.
"Xiao Gang's here. Your clothes are in the room. I'll get them after the dry cleaning. I'll bring them to you." I stood at the doorway, not moving. I looked around the living room; that kid's things weren't there. He hid them really fast.
She took the clothes out from the inner room, her head bowed. "You guys' drinking session ended so quickly today. Why isn't my Liu Chong back yet?"
"Not yet. But those guys keep saying I stole my clothes from the young lady. I have to get my face back."
Hearing me say this, she let out a long sigh. "You guys, all you do is drink. You've ruined your health. Tell my Liu Chong to come back early."
"Liquor is the essence of grain. The more you drink, the younger you get. You can't not drink. I guess we'll go to karaoke after this meal. He won't be back until around six tomorrow morning."
"None of you listen to your wives, and you too. You should just settle down already. Oh, and tell Liu Chong that Xiao Qin has something to do at home tomorrow night, so we're switching shifts today."
"Okay, I'll tell him later that his wife wants him to go home early. I'm off." She deliberately bumped into the door as she turned.
"Did you break anything?"
"It's fine. I can handle a pound of Jinliufu without any problems." Hearing this, a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips, but I still noticed it.
Sorry
, there's no explicit content in this section. I originally wanted to rewrite "Adultery" following the style of C600, but this author hasn't updated it, and I don't know how to change the characters. It's okay, just make it more original. I hope to hear everyone's opinions on how the story develops. Also, some of the language here is in Northeastern dialect, so friends from the South might not understand it. Please forgive me. Also, it took me an hour and eleven minutes to type this, so my typing speed seems pretty good, haha.
(Part Two)
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First of all, I would like to express my gratitude to all the authors and administrators. This is my first time writing a story, and I am truly grateful for everyone's approval.
Let's call the protagonist Liu Chong, since I have a friend with that name, haha, even if he also joined the army. Secondly, I've read quite a bit of explicit content, but when it comes to actually writing it down, I realize how little I know, given my limited education (only equivalent to a second-year junior high school student). The following content contains some explicit material, but I personally think too much explicit content
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difficult to format.
Please help, administrator. Thank you. The ID "gfuucel" still can't log in; I'll
use this one for now. **************** ... Although we're good buddies, I can't let your family troubles bother me. I didn't sleep with your wife. Thinking this, I kicked Liu Chong. The guy grunted a couple of times but didn't react much.
Luckily, he had internet access at home, so I decided to kill some time online. I turned on my computer and went straight to the website, which is a good habit of mine. Although it's not as magical as watching porn to relieve pain, reading erotic novels always helps me relax. Wow, there's a new novel. The title is, um, "The Neighboring Couple." I'll take a look. Wow, this protagonist is really something. He can remain unmoved even with a beautiful woman in front of him. He's really strong. If it were me, I would have already taken him down. Surveillance camera? Good idea
. Right, let me briefly introduce myself. I'm Zhang Xiaogang, male, 29 years old. I currently work as a custodian at a security company. I'm about 1.75 meters tall, and handsome... well, not really, but not ugly either. I'm the kind of guy who could slap you and disappear into a crowd. I'm currently single, without a girlfriend, and have never had sex. I think finding someone like me these days is a little harder than finding a Martian. Without further ado, I went downstairs to the company. It took me twenty minutes to get the security guard to open the gate. I was about to curse, but then I thought, oh well, it's 2 AM. Even though security guards can't sleep, they're still human, so I swallowed my anger and went inside
to start looking. I initially considered the most basic wired type, but that wouldn't work either. First, it's too much work, and second, I have nowhere to monitor. Then I remembered the company got a new Sony wireless camera, about the size of a button. But I hate Japanese cameras the most. I wondered if there were any others. Damn, the Japanese ones are perfect! What to do? Finally, out of options, I tore off the Sony logo. Out of sight, out of mind
. Oh right, how much does this thing cost? I'll have to check. When I saw the price, I was stunned—over six thousand! Even as a custodian, I couldn't just take it without paying. If the boss found out, not only would I be fired, but he might even consider sending me to the police station. Dude, six thousand yuan... after thinking about it for a while, it seems like I'm worth a little more. But I'm also wondering if this thing would still be worth more if it cost over ten thousand. I'll bring the money to work tomorrow; if no one checks, I can use it for now. If someone checks, I'll pay the money back. It shouldn't be a problem.
I checked the instructions: it uses Bluetooth 8 standard, supports 512-bit encryption, and can cover up to five kilometers in open plains. The built-in button lithium battery can last for six months. My house is about three kilometers from Liu Chong's. Even if there are buildings or something in between, it shouldn't be a problem, right? I immediately took a taxi back to Liu Chong's house.
As I entered the house, I suddenly remembered—where's his wife? Did she sneak off? A note was left on the table in the living room. It read, "Honey, Xiaoyu from my brother's family is sick. I went to the hospital. There's some food in the fridge; heat it up when you get back. Love, your wife." Looking at the words on that note, what a loving couple! If I hadn't overheard those things a few hours earlier, I would never have believed she was the kind of woman who would cheat on her husband. These days, people seem to have gone mad. I
went inside and saw my husband still lying on the bed like a dead pig. Never mind him for now, I need to figure out where to put the camera. If money were an option, one in each room would be best, but I'm not that rich. Even one camera would be too expensive. Bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom—where to put it? After thinking it over, I decided to put it in the living room. It's discreet and has a direct view into the bedroom. Without further ado
, I picked up a stool and was about to place the camera on the plaque above the door. This plaque, which read "A Hundred Years of Harmony," was a gift from me, but now… I sighed. I'm not God, how can I manage so much? But if I really were God, the first thing I'd do is kill that stupid little wolf, make sure it can never rise again.
Once that's done, I need to get some sleep. Sleeping in a bed is so much more comfortable than sleeping on a sofa. I slept on the sofa when I stayed at his house last time. Getting the evidence will make things easier later, but what should I do with the evidence? After a while of random thoughts, I fell asleep.
"Get up, get up!" I squinted and looked at the clock; it seemed to be 6:40. My mom shouldn't be waking me like that. Oh, right, I slept at Liu Chong's house yesterday.
"Damn, what time is it? Let me sleep a little longer." He slept like a log yesterday, while I was busy half the night. I grabbed the blanket to pull it back over my head.
"Take a good look at the time. It's almost nine o'clock. If you don't want to get fired, get up now."
A hand grabbed the blanket and tried to pull it off.
"Almost nine o'clock?" I sprang up instantly, about the same speed I used to have during emergency drills in the army. Within two minutes, I was dressed and washed up. I looked at the clock; it was 8:37. I grabbed my clothes and ran downstairs.
What a close call! The boss was late today. I didn't get to the company until 9:20. Even though there was traffic, I managed to get in a minute early, ahead of her.
Our boss is usually a nice person; in her thirties, always dressed in a business suit, she's still quite attractive. She used to be a very good person, but after her husband's car accident last year, she became neurotic. After a group discussion, we, her good colleagues, unanimously concluded that it was due to premature menopause caused by this sudden event. "Xiao Gang, do you know why the boss is late today?" It was Xiao Wang who called me. He's not as old as me, but he arrived a few months earlier and always calls me Xiao Gang, he's so arrogant.
"How should I know?" I rolled my eyes at him. "It's menopausal syndrome, and also, I'm older than you. Next time, call me Brother Gang."
"Let's not talk about that. I saw the boss outside the midnight bar yesterday." The guy said mysteriously. "Impossible!" The midnight bar is a very famous place in our area. The girls are all very beautiful, but just having girls doesn't make it famous, because it also produces male prostitutes. Not Peking duck, and certainly not those fancy ducks, but male prostitutes in all their rightful place. Although I've never been inside, I've seen a few chatting outside when I passed by. They're all got great physiques and good looks, definitely much better than that singer who got stabbed a few times for selling his ass back then.
"Why would I lie to you? I didn't see it and I wouldn't believe it. You're only in your thirties, yet you're as eager as a wolf. But why look there? The company has some pretty good ones, like me." Looking at this guy's smug expression made me want to vomit
. "Alright, alright, get to work. I don't want the boss to fire me." I pushed him out. These guys are always stirring up trouble. Maybe it's just because they look alike, but if that's really the case, it's possible. Forget it, stop worrying about the ancients. Where am I going to get my six thousand? That's the real issue.
I asked our equipment department manager for leave (a small company with less than thirty people and so many departments, I'm dizzy!), went to the bank and withdrew seven thousand from my card. Seeing my money about to disappear, I really felt like crying.
Normally, this kind of payment should go to finance, but since we internal staff buy things ourselves, it has to go to the boss. Although the boss is sometimes too demanding, he's not really stingy with money; strictly speaking, he's quite generous. The boss's
manager's office is a suite. I was just about to... I knocked on the door and suddenly heard strange noises coming from inside, "Ah...ah..." The third floor is rarely used; clients usually handle their business on the first floor. The employees on the second floor are generally afraid of the boss and rarely come up without permission. They're too busy avoiding him. Besides, there's only one restroom and one manager's office on the third floor, and most people in the company use the public restroom outside.
Don't think I don't know what those sounds are just because I'm inexperienced. I've seen it all, even if I haven't eaten pork. Should I go in or not? After thinking for a moment, I steeled myself and quietly went in, without making a sound. I slowly pushed open the door. There was no one in the outer room. I quickly closed the door again
. Oh my god, what luck! There was still a gap of about 0.005 meters in the inner room door. If the manager wasn't usually so stern and hadn't specifically asked me to come up today, I would have thought it was a temptation. It was the perfect space for peeping!
Wait, where is he? I glanced to the right, but there was nothing there. Only some women's clothes on the floor, including black pantyhose and a pink pair of sexy lingerie. To the left? Oh my god! The boss was sitting on the table, her legs raised high, a black dildo moving in and out of her vagina. With each thrust, streams of vaginal fluid flowed out, dripping from the table onto the floor. Because it was so viscous, only a single drop fell. It was unbelievable that the boss, in her thirties, still had pink labia majora, and her clitoris was about the size of a soybean. I was truly grateful to my dear parents for giving me such good eyesight. If the author were reading this, I guarantee he wouldn't see anything.
The boss was leaning against the bookshelf to the right of her desk, her rosy lips opening and closing like a fish's mouth out of water. Please forgive me, but that's exactly how I saw it; my eyes were very unfocused. Wait, she's not wearing her glasses. Great! She definitely can't see me because she's very nearsighted. Her small breasts trembled rhythmically with the movement of the hand below.
"Husband...husband...I miss you so much...Yesterday...I went to the midnight...bar, I...really...couldn't hold on anymore...but...I didn't betray you...I even...paid the money...but we still didn't do it..." Her other hand kept kneading her breasts, which deformed from the force. "Ah...ah...harder...harder...ah...husband...husband...I'm coming..."
With a long "ah," the hand below stopped moving. Her head, which had been raised, also lowered. This is so frustrating. I had just gotten hard, and it was over already.
"I'm sorry, husband. On the day you had that accident, I swore I would only ever be your woman. It's only been half a year, and I can't hold back anymore. Don't blame me. Maybe I really am a slutty woman." She said to a picture frame on the table.
Although I couldn't see what the picture was from my angle, I could guess it was a picture of her ex-husband or a picture of the two of them together. Sigh, sometimes feelings are truly a strange thing. The body clearly needs it, but the heart can restrain it. Wait, why is she dressed? Oh no, I'll be discovered now.
But this kind of thing is no problem for me. I immediately stood up, walked to the door, knocked a few times, then opened the door, jumped outside, and poked my head in, pretending to look around.
"Boss, are you there? Hmm, no one's here. She probably went out. The door wasn't locked. I'll close it for her."
After saying this, I went downstairs with an uncontrollable smile on my face.
(Part 3)
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Last night, I drank heavily with my friends. I think it was three glasses of baijiu and two bottles of beer. I don't know how much you all can drink, but I was definitely dizzy. (Three glasses of baijiu equals 2.8 * 3 liang (150ml) of 50 proof alcohol.) Although I could drink a little more without much problem, I would definitely be fooling everyone if I posted this in this state, so I'm posting it a day late. Also, my wife will be back from Shanghai on Saturday. The kids need a bath tonight, and as for my wife, well, I still have to do my dues. So my posting speed will definitely be slower than it has been in recent days. I hope everyone will understand.
First, someone asked when Yao Ming ever got a triple-double. To be honest, I don't know. I think he's never done it yet. However, it seems that Loongson IV and Bluetooth 8 standards don't exist yet; they're just my hope. Second, the name "gfuucel" is actually just my name. I won't go into why, since there are many people who like erotica in China, but few who actually dare to praise it
. Third, a friend asked which line refers to an ordinary person. What does the surname mean? Because I'm just an ordinary person. Although I like cars, the best car I've ever seen is a Mercedes S600. I've only seen real luxury cars in books. As for other fashionable items, I've only heard about them, let alone actually used them. I have no right to comment on things like pants or shoes that cost tens of thousands of
yuan if I haven't actually seen them. Maybe not all the big shots on Coastline are rich. Fourth, as for the author, it's absolutely true. My combined myopia easily exceeds 1,000 degrees. Even if I had a chance to peep, I probably wouldn't see anything important. Hehe, well, I guess I was exhausted from copying "A Girl's Heart" back in '86.
Honestly, what I really want isn't the coastline; the most important thing is to reclaim the Outer Manchuria and Zengmu Reef. Compared to Zengmu Reef at 4 degrees north latitude, the Diaoyu Islands are really insignificant. It seems Vietnam has already claimed sovereignty over Zengmu Reef. Who knows if Zengmu Reef, nearly 2,000 nautical miles from Hainan Island, should really belong to Malaysia or some other country, which is less than 200 nautical miles away? But I still like China's strength. I'm not a great power chauvinist, by the way. Finally, let's shout a slogan: Down with Japanese imperialism! Long live the Chinese people!
Also, if C600 sees this, I hope he can release the next chapter of the affair as soon as possible. I'm dying of impatience! But I digress. Let's read the
sequel first. If there's anything you don't like, feel free to modify it without my permission, hehe .
**************** ... If the opportunity really comes, I should actually consider mature women, haha. But I can't think about that now; Liu Chong's matter is the most important. I quickly took out the installation disk and installed the driver. Although my laptop is pretty basic, using a Loongson IVI CPU and only supporting Bluetooth 6, normal network transmission should still be possible. Wait, something's not working correctly! I'm so confused; I completely forgot to plug in the hardware! I quickly looked for the packaging box again, and after rummaging around for a while, I finally found the receiver.

It's called a receiver, but to me it looks more like an earpiece. Seeing this, I'm starting to doubt whether my 6,000+ yuan was actually spent properly. Luckily, I didn't pay. If it doesn't work out, I'll retrieve it before the keys are returned. If the money goes badly, I'll be in big trouble.
Although I hate the Japanese, their stuff is pretty good. I calculated the distance; my company is about three kilometers from Liu Chong's house, with several tall buildings in between, yet the impact isn't significant. The image resolution is 2400*1450, so it's still quite clear. But there's no one in Liu Chong's house right now.
Although I just wanted to help a friend, the camera is installed. Even if I get evidence of Liu Wei's infidelity, what good will it do? I really can't say. Whatever. I just don't know if it will still work at night. The manual says it supports infrared cameras, but in my opinion, the manual is just a disguised advertisement. It would be perfect if it worked well even with the lights off.
Also, this thing is sometimes too sensitive; sometimes it even intercepts cell phone signals. Nothing happened at Liu Chong's house, but I did overhear a few other people's phone calls. Judging from their tone, there seem to be quite a few unhappy married couples these days. No wonder there are so many cases of infidelity. Given the current situation, it seems I was right not to get married, otherwise I might end up in the military again
. Although I don't have much to do at the company, being able to leave work is truly liberating. Haha, life without anyone bothering me is so wonderful. My parents went to my sister's house in Fuzhou, and now I'm all alone, able to do whatever I want. I shouted "Hooray!" and was about to go downstairs when the boss pushed open the door and walked in. "Xiao Zhang, did you get your driver's license?"
"I got it." Speaking of this, I'm really impressed by the Chinese system. Driving schools that can graduate in three days take two months to get a license. Maybe the driving school's boss is too embarrassed to charge me several thousand yuan for three days. Anyway, that's what I think.
"Come with me to the Heaven on Earth nightclub to talk to that Japanese businessman about the business we took on the day before yesterday." Don't get me wrong, it's not the Heaven on Earth in Beijing, just a nightclub with the same name. I heard the girls there are very beautiful, but firstly, I don't have that kind of interest, and secondly, I don't think I have that much money. I've only heard of it, but I'll go since I have the chance.
"Okay, boss, when do we leave?"
"Everyone's off work now. Don't call me boss anymore, just call me Sister Zhou." She blinked her big eyes at me. I was stunned. No way, is this what Liu the blind man on the street said about me having a lot of romantic luck this year? Was she tempting me? I suppressed my racing heart, secretly swallowed, and stammered, "This isn't appropriate, is it? You're the boss, aren't you?"
"What's wrong with it? Just call me Sister Zhou when no one's around."
"Okay, then. When are we leaving, Sister Zhou?"
"Right now. By the way, have I been too harsh on you guys?"
"No, we've always felt like the company is family." Family, that's true. Seeing you is like seeing an old man when I skipped school—a mix of fear and apprehension. I thought to myself,
"Oh, I've always felt a distance between us." I'm so dizzy. If there's no distance between bosses and employees, then probably no one would be a boss.
The company car is a white, domestically produced Buick, automatic. It's very fast when starting, but of course, it can't compare to those really high-end cars. Because I'd always driven the oldest Jiefang 30 at driving school—the kind with the round nose that cost a penny—I always felt that making us drive that kind of car was a desecration. It was as if those cars could easily be displayed in a Chinese military vehicle museum. After all these years, they've been subjected to the abuse of us guys on the highway. It was a bit embarrassing that
the afternoon sun was still so strong, forcing me to squint while driving. A delicate hand put a pair of sunglasses on my head, and my adrenaline immediately surged. Was this hint a little too obvious?
"Remember to wear sunglasses next time you drive. Consider these a gift." Zhou Zu gently smoothed her hair. Having gotten used to seeing her boss in a suit, seeing her sitting next to me like a little woman, I couldn't help but be captivated. Looking at myself in the rearview mirror, I had a buzz cut and wasn't exactly handsome, but I looked pretty cool in sunglasses. Why couldn't I attract women? Hahaha.
"What are you laughing at?" Sister Zhou looked at me strangely.
"Nothing, I was just thinking that if we could close this deal, our company would be on another level."
"Yeah, if the business goes well, it'll be a good thing for him."
I don't need to say who he is; everyone knows. It's said he was the original founder of this company, then Sister Zhou became his secretary, and then they fell in love in a very cliché way, got married, then he started another business, and Sister Zhou took over this security equipment company, and then... oh, there's no "after that," it seems they didn't even have children before he went to the Western Paradise in a car accident.
"Yeah." I wasn't going to let this dull topic continue.
Sister Zhou paused for a moment. "Aren't you coming to my office this afternoon?"
"Yes, I went there this afternoon, but no one was home and the door wasn't locked, so I just closed it for you. By the way, how did you find out about Sister Zhou's situation? You don't have any informants at the company, do you? They can't talk bad about you behind your back, or it could be dangerous."
"Get lost! I heard it from Xiao Wang." I was really dumbfounded. How could she tell such a lie? Would Xiao Wang dare tell her this for no reason? " I absolutely refuse to believe it.
Did you hear anything when you went upstairs?"
"No, why?"
"Oh, nothing." She lowered her head, but I could still see from her fair neck that it was already flushed red; her face must be even redder. "I think there's a mouse in my office."
"Really? I'll bring some rat poison tomorrow. You should change offices for the next few days; girls are all afraid of mice." (A word of caution: rat poison is now a prohibited drug. Illegal use or possession is a criminal offense. Please be careful.)
"A girl? I'm so old, and you still have the nerve to joke like that with me." She looked up at me, her eyes filled with shyness, but seemingly more with delight.
Flattery never fails, and that's the truth. Although I'm a bit thick-skinned, my boss is indeed quite attractive, and possesses a unique charm and femininity. If she weren't usually so cold, I'd rate her a 90 out of 100. But I'm still wondering, even if she knew what I saw, she didn't need to act like this. Is this really my boss? It was clearly flirting, so I decided to be cautious and observe.
There weren't many cars on the road, and I didn't encounter many red lights. Even the kind policeman didn't wave me down to check my driver's license because I crossed the line. This world is truly wonderful!
Seeing so many beautiful women inside, I almost drooled. While they might not be considered elegant—and elegant people are relatively rare—they were young, beautiful, and sexy. My god, this was practically an invitation to commit a crime! No wonder it's the most upscale establishment in our city.
The owner pulled me, who was already lost in thought, and led me to a corner of the lobby. However, my eyes still couldn't resist wandering around. Hmm, this face is really pretty. Oh my, this girl has such a nice bust. Wow, what a perky butt! I didn't even notice when that Japanese businessman sat down here.
"This is Mr. Xiong Tailang from the Japanese 'Yoku-shiki-kaisha' (a company specializing in 'bullish pigs') company. This is our business manager, Zhang Xiaogang."
Seriously? Peeping can lead to a promotion? If I had known, I would have peeped already. Then I looked up at the handsome and dashing Mr. Bear Wolf opposite me. He was about 1.6 meters tall and weighed at most 110 kilograms. He had a typical long face with two small green beady eyes, a bulbous nose, and a slightly crooked mouth. Overall, his appearance suggested a life of chaos and misery, but he looked like a celebrity, especially with that small mustache below his nose, which made him look remarkably like the pig-headed squad leader from the movie "The Fiery Steel."
This guy was really polite; he immediately bowed to me, "Hello, Mr. Zhang, nice to meet you. Please take care of me."
Damn it, looking at this guy made me furious, but as a great nation like China, I couldn't let those little devils look down on me. I extended my hand, shook it, and said, "I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation." "
Mr. Tailang, it's a bit noisy here. Would you like to move to a private room to talk?" the owner said politely.
"Thank you so much. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Please make the arrangements." He bowed again, damn it. " I'm so dizzy, aren't you tired?
" "Mr. Tailang, there are a few standard Japanese tatami rooms here. How about we eat and chat inside?"
"It's really too much trouble for you, thank you." Another 90-degree
turn. To be honest, I'm not used to sitting on Japanese tatami at all. It's not exactly kneeling, but it's not exactly sitting either. But I can only grit my teeth and bear it now. I'm not Zhang Baoguan anymore, I'm Zhang Manager now. He pretended
to drink a few cups of sake (I've actually tried this once, a friend brought it back from studying in Japan. It tastes like cat pee, not as good as Erguotou). Then he started talking about the specifics, but I couldn't get a word in edgewise. I could only pretend to listen seriously.
Later, this little devil said to the boss, "The following is a trade secret. Could you please ask Manager Zhang to leave for a moment?"
"Okay, Xiao Zhang, wait for me in the car." I replied, and as I stood up, I noticed that the bear-like wolf's eyes were red. Oh my god, I've seen that look so many times. My buddies always look like that when they're about to do something bad to a girl. After
leaving the room, I immediately went to the bar and booked the next room. After wetting the paper in the middle with my saliva, I kept one eye on the bear-like wolf's every move.
Although the bear-like wolf didn't look good, he spoke fluent Chinese and had a good capacity for alcohol, constantly urging our boss to drink. But he was wrong. Our boss's alcohol tolerance is so high that not only ordinary women, but even men with a good capacity for alcohol might not be able to match her. I personally witnessed her drink more than twenty cups of Moutai at a company celebration party. Although each cup is seven qian (approximately 15 grams), I would never dare to compete with her. However,
drinking too much sake inevitably makes one's stomach feel a little bloated, so the boss said something and went to the restroom. Just then, I noticed the bear take a small plastic packet from her shirt; it contained white powder. She poured it into the shopkeeper's glass of sake and gently swirled it. The shopkeeper followed her in, and the Japanese soldier clinked glasses with her. They both downed their drinks in one gulp. Damn it,
it's either an aphrodisiac or a sleeping potion. Should we watch a live sex show? But it's not good to let the Japanese take advantage of us. What should we do?
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I was still hesitating whether I should tell the boss that the drink had been drugged. Although I still really wanted to see the boss's naked body and hear her seductive moans, the other party was Japanese, a little devil. I couldn't bear to do it. I
secretly opened the sliding door and quietly called the waiter over, asking him to come to this room when the lady in the gray suit came back.
As the long wait began, which was actually only two or three minutes, I couldn't wait any longer. I looked up at the small hole I had made. The boss hadn't returned yet, and the cute bear was no longer the sanctimonious man he had been. He was picking his nose with a rather smug look on his face.
"Is this what a polite Japanese person is like?" I cursed inwardly. It seemed he already had the boss in his heart, but with me here today, his scheme wouldn't succeed.
Filled with patriotic fervor, I immediately left the private room and encountered the boss in the corridor. Under the dim light, she looked nowhere near her real age of thirty. She was already quite beautiful, and in this environment, she possessed an indescribable allure. I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized.
"Xiao Zhang, it's you! Is something urgent?"
"Nothing, just something I wanted to talk to you about, boss."
"I already told you, just call me Sister Zhou. What is it?"
"Well then, boss, oh... Sister Zhou..." I glanced at Sister Zhou, "I always feel that that little Japanese devil is up to no good. You should be careful."
"I know what you mean. I'll be wary of him. Thank you." As she spoke, she raised her eyebrows dramatically. I've been
with the company for almost two years now, and our clients often say our boss is a very capable person. But at work, I've only ever seen her cold and aloof—except for what happened this afternoon. Generally, she only raises her eyebrows when she's feeling triumphant. There's a lot in those big eyes, but all I can read is loneliness and weariness.
"Be careful!" I glanced at her nervously. "Those Japanese are no good."
"I know, but right now, I'm first and foremost the boss, then a woman." She sighed deeply. "You're a very good person, but sometimes you take personal feelings too seriously." She paused, "But if it weren't for that, I don't think you'd have the chance to come here today."
I'm starting to wonder if this woman is the same one who called me here earlier. She was so alluring just now; now she's a powerful businesswoman. Am I just confused, or has she changed too quickly?
"Sir, do you need any help?" A busty waitress, her breasts as large as papayas, looked at me with a smitten expression .
I glanced up at her. "Thank you, no thanks. Oh, by the way, the customer who just went in was Japanese, you know?"
"Yes, I know."
"Oh, well, well... let me put it this way, this Japanese customer has that kind of fetish, you know what I mean, oh, I mean, he likes being abused."
"Really?" After saying that, the woman gave the room a disdainful look. "But kid, Japanese customers often do some shocking things, but we need to inform the supervisor about this."
"Okay, take me to see the supervisor."
After explaining the situation to the supervisor, the young man frowned but didn't say anything. He turned around, made a phone call, whispered a few words, and then said to me, "Sir, although we will accept the guests' requests, we are currently in China. We hope you will be careful not to incite public anger."
I nodded with a smile and walked away. I vaguely heard the young man muttering, "Damn it, traitor..." Although I knew he was cursing me, I wasn't angry at all. Everyone knows why, so I didn't waste any more words and
returned to the tatami room to continue. My spying revealed that the boss and the Japanese pervert were sitting at opposite ends of a small tatami table (a side note: it seems the small table in a tatami room has a formal name, but I don't know it, and I don't want to know what the Japanese thing is called; also, there was a famous Photoshop work online last year about a pervert, although the two differed greatly in size, they looked almost identical to me; whether it's my eyes playing tricks on me or something else, I don't know, but they look pretty much the same).
Mr. Bear held up a glass of sake, swaying as he toasted the boss, "Mr. Zhou, to our happy cooperation, please drink this up."
"Mr. Tailang, don't you know that toasting a woman in China is a very impolite act?" Beautiful eyes stared at his small eyes.
"I'm sorry, but this is a toast to celebrate our cooperation. There's a Chinese saying that celebratory wine doesn't make you drunk, so our cooperation should be considered a happy occasion, right?" Bear didn't give up on urging him to drink despite his boss's words.
"Alright, just one cup, and don't do it again." With a crisp sound, both cups of sake were downed. Seeing this,
I felt Bear was about to make a move, but this deal must be very important to the boss. He had to do the business, but he couldn't lose face as a Chinese person. His hand instinctively reached for his waist.
This is a habit I developed during my wilderness survival training in the army. Back then, bayonets were worn on my waist. However, naturally, I didn't touch the bayonet, but I did touch something else—a mobile
phone that could take pictures, a mobile phone that could be used as a simple DV camera, a DV camera phone that could continuously record 40 minutes of video and audio (this writing style is borrowed from Mr. Wen Ruian).
After a moment of silence, the bear's hands became a little restless, and its body slowly moved towards the boss. The boss dodged to the left, but the bear did not give up its fantasies and instead moved even closer to the boss. The boss dodged again, and although it didn't say anything, its face was already showing displeasure. The bear thought that the boss's silence meant tacit approval, so it placed its bear paw (the bear's paw is referred to as bear paw for short) on the boss's thigh. The boss slapped the bear paw away and stood up. "Mr. Bear, please show some respect."
"Miss Zhou, don't be angry. I'm sure you made a lot of money from this deal. Besides, I heard your husband has passed away. How could a woman like you not need a man's pity?"
"Shut up! We're just business partners, and we don't necessarily have to work with people. Excuse me, I'm out of here." The boss picked up his small bag in the corner and was about to open the sliding door to come out. "Damn it, you can't have your way today! %#@$&$#$%@##$@$%&%%#& (special symbols are Japanese, I don't know them)." I grabbed the boss, who had stood up, and slammed him down on the table, panting heavily. I tore a large hole in the boss's suit jacket, revealing his black underwear
. The boss was struggling, but a woman against a man weighing over 100 kilograms was a futile resistance.
"Squeak." I gently opened the door next door and snapped my fingers. Bear was stunned for a moment, then closed the door behind him and politely said to Mr. Bear, "Sir, this is rape, a serious crime!"
"Damn it!" The bear raised his fist to hit me, but he underestimated me, having spent five years in the military. Although I still lost the selection for the 834* unit's internal security detail, it was too easy for this guy, whose only contribution to humanity was in a meat processing plant.
I grabbed his wrist and threw him over my shoulder. With a "Ah!", the bear landed face-first on the ground in a very standard dog-like motion.
I stepped forward, grabbed the bear by the collar, and slapped him left and right. After a series of slaps, I was shocked to find that, compared to the bear's face, his body was extremely disproportionate. Although his body was already quite large, compared to his head, he looked like a ridiculous big-headed man at a temple fair
. "Fuck you, the Chinese are all about courtesy before force. I told you so. If you take the initiative, you'll lose some flesh and bone."
"I'm Japanese. I'm going to complain to the consulate, the embassy, your police station, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. You assaulted a legitimate Japanese businessman. I'll sue you." The bear was still stubborn.
"You won't admit it until you're faced with death!" I turned on my phone and played the video of the violence. Of course, I wouldn't record the part where I hit him.
The bear immediately fell silent.
Although I was in control now, I was still feeling uneasy. Some Chinese people are traitors. It's easy to deal with the Japanese, but traitors are a different story.
I squatted down and gently patted the bear's fat face. "Don't think you're a foreigner. You've committed a serious crime. You don't have diplomatic immunity. If we sue you, you'll be in jail. Hey, don't play dead. I know you understand."
I went inside, helped the boss up, and walked out.
The boss, who had been resisting the bear, was now practically slumped on me. It should have been a wonderful thing, but when we got to the door, the difference between the manager's and that infatuated waitress's words almost made me furious.
"See those two? Playing SM with the Japanese."
"These two don't seem like the kind of shady characters."
"These days, besides, who would come here if they were good people?"
"Then what are you?"
"I'm the kind of person who remains untainted by the mud."
The two started flirting again. The supervisor seemed like a capable person, yet his judgment was so poor. I smiled bitterly. No matter what others said, I couldn't cause trouble again; if I did, it would be beyond my control.
I helped the boss up and looked back at the Heaven on Earth. It was still as magnificent as ever, but all the beautiful women in the lobby were gone. Perhaps they had gone to stop violent rape crimes. As Chairman Liu once said, there are only different divisions of labor, not distinctions of rank. They had made a great contribution to social stability.
The car entered the highway. Eleven o'clock in the city was just the beginning of the nightlife. There were many cars on the road, moving slowly. I glanced at the boss;
her eyes were closed, her face was flushed, and her breathing was rapid. Her well-maintained breasts rose and fell with her breath, and through her torn bra, I could vaguely see two mounds of white flesh. This erotic scene was almost unbearable for me, a virgin. My breathing also became rapid. There
was a lot of traffic ahead. From what I heard people talking outside, it seemed there had been an accident. I glanced at the boss again, guessing she was definitely under the influence of the drug. My right hand trembled as I reached out to touch her right breast (why not the left? Because most cars in China are left-hand drive, touching the left breast of someone in the passenger seat is awkward unless you're holding them close to their neck; those who can should try it).
After touching it for a while, it felt flat. A sideways glance revealed I was actually touching her lower abdomen. While I was calmly peeping at the boss, actually doing it was a different story.
I silently recited Chairman Mao's teachings twice: "Make up your mind, fear no grasp, overcome all difficulties, and say goodbye to virginity," which calmed me down a bit. Finally, I grasped the boss's right breast.
Her breasts were small, like her, but full, showing no signs of being shriveled or sagging. However, through the bra, it still felt a little less impressive. Just as I was about to slip my hand inside her clothes, a loud "beep" immediately brought me back to reality.
Damn it, why the horn? What if it scared me so much I couldn't get an erection? I looked up and saw the car in front of me had already driven nearly twenty meters ahead, while I was still standing still. No wonder the people behind me were getting impatient.
But where could I go now? Home? If my parents saw me bring a woman home, even if they didn't kill me, they'd ask me the next day: Who is she? What does she do? How old is she? What's the social background of all my relatives? Does she pick her toes after eating? Does she fart or grind her teeth in her sleep? And so on—these questions would drive me crazy
! I aimlessly followed the line of cars ahead ( Part 5
)
********** ... Richard Clayderman's "Autumn Whispers," with its melodious piano music, seems somewhat out of place with the idyllic scenery inside the car. However, I always play this piece when my mind is particularly troubled, and coincidentally, the CD player in my car also has it.

I beat up that bear today. Will the company's business fall apart? Although I have so-called evidence, will it really have legal effect if it's presented in court? There are still too many traitors in China. Thinking about this, my head started to throb again.
"Damn it!" I muttered under my breath, turning around to look. The boss was sleeping soundly and peacefully. I don't know what the blind girl in Moonlight Sonata looked like, but the boss now looked like a sleeping angel. The pale moonlight shone on her face, giving her a look that was both holy and alluring.
Where am I? Chengji Building? Ugh, how did I get so far? I roughly estimated that I had run at least forty kilometers in the time I was in that daze. Now I'm at Chengji Building in the suburbs. People say that business here is always good. There are only two kinds of people living here: one is the bastards who squander public funds, eating, drinking, harming, and cursing public servants; the other is lovers having secret rendezvous. If there's a third kind, it might be me. Maybe it's a romantic encounter, maybe it's a step towards committing a crime.
I used my own ID to book a standard room. Maybe the staff here have seen too many, because they didn't show any surprise at all when they saw me carrying my boss to a room. In their minds, I'm not the first, I can't be the first, and I won't be the last, and I never will be the last.
My room number is romantic, 521, I love you, but right now I have no romantic thoughts whatsoever. My boss in my arms is like a hot potato; keeping her is bad, throwing her away is bad too. Once
inside the room, my boss's body suddenly twisted. Just as I was at a loss, she opened her small mouth and "whoosh!" vomited. My poor Pierre Cardin! Even though it was fake, it still cost me six hundred yuan. But can I stoop to the level of a drunk person? No way! Can I stoop to the level of a drunk boss? Absolutely not!! I guess I should just accept my bad luck. I tried
to calm myself down, don't laugh, but what normal man could remain unmoved in this situation? I doubt anyone other than Liu Xiahui (a legendary figure known for his chastity and integrity). I just suspect Liu Xiahui might have some unspeakable secret that allowed him to remain unmoved. If it were me, I'd probably... #$%︿&*( ). Most of the above is just bragging, because having a beautiful woman in the room and only having the desire but not the courage is a really pathetic thing.
I went to the bathroom, splashed some cold water on my face, and I sobered up considerably.
My earlier thoughts of ridding the people of evil and bringing glory to the country vanished instantly. Now I have a few main problems: First, what will happen to my boss? Please don't tell me it's over after I've had sex with her. Although she might not be some virtuous woman, if she reports me, my precious youth might be ruined. Second, after I beat up those Japanese devils, will some pro-Japanese democrats go and report me somewhere? Third, Liu Chong's matter... damn it, forget it. "I can't even figure this out, buddy? Get out of here."
I groggily lifted my head and saw myself in the mirror. My hair was a bit messy, and my eyes were bloodshot, but I was still pretty handsome. Lost in thought, I heard a seductive moan coming from inside the room. My "little brother" wasn't as energetic as I am; it was clearly giving the woman outside the door a "gun salute." For it, there's no difference in status or position; it just wants what it wants. Sometimes I really envy it having
a beautiful woman in the room. For most men, that's a very lucky thing, especially when this beautiful woman is drunk and dazed. It's strange that I still have so many random thoughts at this time. But no matter how many or how perfect the thoughts are, it's useless. I should go out and face this problem.
The boss was lying on her side on the Simmons mattress, her cherry-red lips muttering something, as if calling someone's name. It was indistinct; at first, it seemed to be calling her ex-husband, but slowly it seemed to be my name. Standing by the bed, I was utterly confused. Could I be the boss's dream girl? This is absolutely ridiculous!
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