Romantic encounter

Chapter 1 Breakup

On the large bed with its light gold-colored sheets in the presidential suite of the International Hotel, my girlfriend Xinran and I were naked and embracing. Xinran's starry eyes were half-closed, her pink lips pressed tightly against mine, our tongues
twisting and entwining. One of my hands was around her shoulder, the other on her round, firm buttocks, her small, soft breasts pressed against my chest. My penis was inside her vagina, thrusting powerfully, and with each thrust,
Xinran 's body rose and fell. Her lips, kissing me, emitted soft moans. Xinran's vagina was wet and hot, the folds of flesh inside rolling and tightly gripping my shaft and glans. The vaginal fluid that had flowed out had already soaked my scrotum, forming a shallow watermark on the sheets beneath us. I thrust into her vagina three shallow times followed by one deep one, and
Xinran quickly reached orgasm. She closed her eyes tightly, arching her neck as high as she could, her body stiff and rigid, emitting a deep moan. Her hands, wrapped around my back, dug their nails almost into my muscles. I held her tightly, my cheek pressed against her carotid artery; I could feel her rapidly beating pulse. Her neck was hot, her face flushed. Her vagina, like a suction cup, first slightly expanded, then quickly and powerfully contracted
, gripping my glans tightly. My glans felt unbearably numb, almost losing control; the sensation was indescribable. I knew Xinran's beautiful vagina intimately. She had been my girlfriend for four years. Whenever I inserted my penis two-thirds of the way into her vagina three times in succession, then thrust deeply all the way in, and then quickly pulled out, repeating this a dozen times,
Xinran would inevitably orgasm. Like Newton's laws, it was eternally unchanging. For a full minute, when my penis could once again thrust freely in and out of her vagina as before, I knew she had returned from her orgasm. The flush subsided, a happy smile appeared on her lips, and she gave me a strong kiss on the lips
before releasing me, laughing heartily. Her bright eyes sparkled as she looked at me affectionately and said, "I love you! Zhao Bo. I feel so happy. Being with you is so joyful. Making love with you is the most enjoyable time of my life; you are truly amazing!" "I love you too, Xinran. We will be together forever. If you like making love, we will make love, until the day we can no longer do it." I looked at Xinran with deep affection. I loved this woman before me; I loved her to the core. My life could no longer be without her. As I said this, Xinran's expression returned to normal, still full of affection, but a barely perceptible hint of reluctance, a trace of sorrow, and a resolute determination flashed in her eyes. She hugged me tightly, slowly lowered her head, and pressed her rosy lips back to mine,
kissing me passionately, her breath quickening again. As I responded to her passionate kisses, I gently laid her down on the bed, my arms supporting me on the back of her legs, her feet dangling. My penetration became more powerful, the soft, splashing sounds of my thrusts
echoing in the large, desolate room, accompanied by Xinran's slightly disordered moans. I thrust deeper into her again and again, she gripping my head tightly, her small mouth sucking incessantly on my tongue as it penetrated her mouth, so forcefully that my tongue ached slightly. Her vagina was also constantly demanding, opening and closing, all
the folds of flesh joyfully welcoming my large, horned penis. Finally, during one of the most intense thrusts, I felt a contraction in my perineum. I quickly pulled out my penis, and Xinran cooperated by sitting up, her face meeting my wet penis. My entire penis contracted tightly, then
suddenly relaxed, and streams of milky white semen gushed out, splashing onto Xinran's dazzlingly beautiful face. Soon, her pink tongue, the tip of her nose, her long eyelashes, her forehead, and the ends of her hair were covered in semen. She opened her small mouth and took my still-erect penis in, sucking hard and repeatedly, while using her fingers to gather the semen on her face to the corners of her mouth. Then she spat out my penis, scraping clumps of semen into her mouth, looking up at me, swallowing the mouthful of semen
. Her powerful and obvious swallowing movements were so ecstatic that my heart fluttered. Xinran looked at me with a smile in her eyes, sticking out her long, empty tongue. I smeared the last two drops of semen from the head of my penis onto her tongue, and with a flick of her pink tongue, she swallowed them. Then she took my penis back into her mouth,
gripping it vigorously stroking and twisting it, making me feel incredibly good even after ejaculation. It surprised me; when did this little girl start liking my semen? In my memory, Xinran rarely drank my semen; she said she didn't like its unique taste. Tonight, she savored every single drop, as if it were a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And after swallowing the semen, I saw her
take a deep breath, as if trying to imprint the scent deep into her mind, never to forget it, which left me completely baffled. This was my fourth ejaculation tonight. The moment my tense muscles relaxed, exhaustion washed over me. I breathed heavily, collapsing like a bull into Xinran's naked arms. Her fresh, warm scent filled the air; I inhaled deeply,
my heart fluttering. Xinran happily wrapped her arms and legs around me, her head resting affectionately on my shoulder. Her slender fingers gently caressed my back. She didn't speak to me as usual; the room was quiet for a moment. Once my breathing had calmed, I got up and said, "I'm exhausted. Is that enough? Darling, I'm dying. Let's call it a night. There's plenty of time. We can't finish everything in one go." I pinched Xinran's firm nose, a happy smile on my face. Then, I lay down comfortably beside her. Xinran stared at me intently, then climbed into my arms, resting her head on my chest. Her soft little hands caressed my protruding abs, then she twirled a small amount of hair between her slender index finger, looking thoughtful. "How's your mother's health? I haven't heard you mention her much lately," I said, my hands behind my head. "She's alright. But this can't go on like this. I'm really scared," Xinran said. Yes, since Xinran's father passed away, her mother had developed kidney problems due to overwork. She had to go to the hospital for dialysis every month and take medication daily, with medical expenses alone costing over a thousand yuan a month. Moreover, since becoming ill, she couldn't do any
strenuous work, and her mother was laid off from the factory, living on a few hundred yuan of unemployment insurance from the government each month. Although she could occasionally help people put up small advertisements in the community to supplement the family income, Xinran's younger brother was still in university, and various expenses were substantial, so the family
's difficulties were unimaginable. Xinran works as a waitress at a five-star international hotel in N city, earning three thousand yuan a month. However, after sending two thousand yuan home, it's barely enough for her own food and lodging, making life extremely difficult.
She's only truly happy when she's with me. We often sneak into the hotel when Xinran is on duty and the rooms are empty, staying overnight and then returning everything to its original state in the morning. Enjoying a five-star hotel without money has become
something we're quite proud of. Lately, Xinran has been very depressed and downcast. When I talk to her, she often seems lost in thought, and I know she's worried about her family. I took an envelope from under my pillow and handed it to Xinran, saying, "Here's four thousand yuan.
Take it and send it home so your mother can pay your brother's tuition for this semester." "I can't accept that anymore, Brother Zhao Bo. You've helped me so much. I don't know how to thank you enough. I can't take it anymore," Xinran pushed the envelope back. "Take it, or I'll get angry. I'm single now and don't need to spend any money. You can take it. What's the point of dividing it? What's mine is yours." I shoved the envelope into Xinran's hand, pretending to be a little angry. Xinran silently took the envelope, and I felt some cool tears dripping down my chest. I got up and hugged Xinran. While wiping the tears from her face, I said, "Why are you crying? You're all teary-eyed. You're going to be mine. Crying makes you look ugly."
"I don't want you anymore." "Waaah... Brother Zhao Bo, you're struggling to make ends meet yourself. How can I accept helping me like this?" Xinran buried her head in my arms, crying even harder, her tears quickly soaking her breasts. I held her tightly. I felt a pang of self-reproach. I graduated from a top university in N City, but the intense job market meant that even after more than a year, I could only find a job assembling computers for people in a computer mall,
earning a meager 2,000 yuan a month. This 4,000 yuan was the result of years of saving. I hated myself for not being able to help Xinran better. Xinran cried for a long time before finally falling into a deep sleep in my arms. I gently placed Xinran on the pillow, pulled the blanket over her delicate body, and wiped away her tears with my hand. Then I kissed her luscious red lips,
gazed at her for a long time, and kept repeating in my mind, "Xinran, I must make something of myself, I must earn a lot of money to cure your mother's illness. I will marry you in a grand and glorious way." Although I held onto this recurring thought, the road ahead was uncertain, and so far I hadn't seen any signs of a turning point in my life. A wave of melancholy washed over me, and I felt both frustrated and helpless. In a daze, a heavy drowsiness overwhelmed my
will. I lay down next to Xinran and fell asleep, one hand tightly holding her slender, delicate hand. I slept for a long time, and it was a very sweet sleep. Suddenly, I heard hymns being sung in the church. Xinran and I, dressed in wedding attire, were having passionate sex in the wedding hall. Xinran was lying on the altar in front of the officiating pastor, her white wedding dress lifted to her waist, her thighs in white stockings draped over my shoulders. I was wearing a sharp suit jacket on top,
but my lower body was completely naked, my penis thrusting wildly inside her deep vagina. The relatives and friends attending the wedding watched intently as Xinran and I happily united, their faces beaming with joy. The pastor stood at the altar, methodically presiding over the ceremony. After Xinran and I both said, "I do!", we began the vow-reading ceremony. "By the holy will of God, I hereby solemnly swear: I, Zhao Bo, take you, Li Xinran, as my wife, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love you, to respect you, to cherish you, until death do us part." I leaned down, gazing deeply into Xinran's eyes, solemnly swearing my vow while simultaneously increasing the intensity of my thrusting. "By the holy will of God, I hereby solemnly swear: I, Li Xinran, take you, Zhao Bo, as my husband, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love you, to respect you, to cherish you, until death do us part." Xinran looked at me, a happy smile on her face, and also swore her vow. The pastor prayed, saying, "God, bless the one who will wear this ring, grant them a peaceful life until the end. Amen." I placed a large diamond ring on Xinran's left ring finger and kissed her lips. She also placed a wedding ring on my outstretched ring finger. I quickened my thrusting, and amidst the sacred wedding march and cheers of the crowd, my thick
penis rapidly expanded inside her vagina. I ejaculated deep into Xinran's vagina, a large amount. As I withdrew, a milky white liquid flowed out, running over Xinran's pink anus and dripping onto the ground. Xinran stood up joyfully, picked up her bouquet, and tossed it high into the air. Friends and family rushed to grab it, but an accident happened. The bouquet, though high, didn't go far; instead, it fell towards me, hitting my still-erect penis accurately.
The thorns of the roses in the bouquet pierced the glans, and I jumped up in pain… I woke up. I realized it was just a morning erection, a fleeting dream. There were no flowers, no wedding, no enormous diamond ring. A large puddle of semen stained the pale gold sheets; I had a wet dream. I was still in the presidential
suite , but Xinran was nowhere to be found, only a faint fragrance lingered on the pillow. I assumed she had gone to the bathroom. When I opened the bathroom door, Xinran wasn't there. I searched all the rooms. Finally, on the coffee table in the living room, I found a hotel note under four thousand yuan. On it was Xinran's tear-stained message: "Dear Zhao Bo,
by the time you read this, I will have already left this city. I'm sorry, I really didn't want to leave. But a few days ago, I met a wealthy businessman who took a liking to me. He agreed that if I stayed with him, he would pay for my mother's treatment and cover all my brother's university expenses. Forgive me, I really couldn't resist. My mother needs a kidney transplant to be completely cured, but the 300,000 yuan cost is something I can't afford right now." "Yes
, and the doctor said this year is the best time for Mom to have a kidney transplant." "I'm sorry. Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. If I could exchange my life, my youth, even my love for Mom's life, I would choose to. Although this is very unfair to you, reality is cruel. I'm sorry, forget me, don't
come looking for me. Just pretend I don't exist in this world. Thank you for all your help, I can never repay you in this life, only in the next. I wish you eternal happiness and joy. Xinran today." After reading the message, I was stunned, my mind went blank, and the surroundings were dark and silent. I rushed out of the presidential suite, unable to wait for the slow elevator, and ran all the way down the stairs from the 15th floor to the hotel entrance, bending over and panting heavily.
The streets were still bustling with people, and the hotel entrance was still full of guests, but my Xinran was gone. I shouted her name loudly, dialing Xinran's phone again and again, but apart from the surprised looks from passersby, no one answered me.
Xinran disappeared from my world. I don't know how I staggered back. All the roads seemed clear to me. Amidst the screech of brakes and curses, I safely returned to my lodgings. There was a half-empty bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) on the coffee table. I picked it up,
tilted bottle. I smashed the bottle against the wall, shattering it into pieces, glass everywhere. Then I went to the bed, kicked off my shoes, collapsed onto the bed, glanced at the dark window, and, under the influence of alcohol, quickly drifted off to sleep. I dreamt again. I dreamt of Xinran's beautiful face, her long, straight hair, and her wearing a floral dress and sheer flesh-colored stockings. I also dreamt of her perfect naked body, a huge penis inserted into her vagina, repeatedly performing that familiar three-shallow-one-deep thrusting motion. The man turned around; I couldn't see his face clearly, but it was covered in banknotes with the image of Chairman Mao. I
swung the kitchen knife in my hand fiercely, and for a moment, blood splattered everywhere, turning the whole world blood red. I woke up. I vomited violently onto the toilet seat. My stomach was almost empty; all I saw were clumps of green bile. Then came the excruciating dry heaving, a near-death experience that gave me a slight respite. Gasping for breath, I glanced out the window at the dark night, hearing the sounds of cars rushing by below. I grabbed a full bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), staggered, downed it, and slammed it against the floor. The sting of shards of glass stung my foot, followed by
a gush of warm liquid. I went back to bed and collapsed into sleep again. I slept fitfully in my dorm room for two days and two nights, each time waking only to be knocked out again by another bottle of Erguotou. It wasn't until I'd finished both bottles of Erguotou that I finally woke up on a bright, sunny afternoon. An intense hunger struck me, a sign that I was still alive. I put on my slippers, stepped over the shattered glass, urinated, brushed my teeth, threw the dull scraper into the trash can, and carefully trimmed my beard hairs one by one with a small pair of scissors. I took four or five eggs from the refrigerator, haphazardly spread them on a frying pan, and
left them to burn in the blue flame of the gas stove. Then I took a carton of milk from the refrigerator, turned off the stove, sat on the sofa, and used a metal spoon to scoop up eggs and stuff them into my mouth until I couldn't eat anymore, then swallowed them down with a large gulp of milk. After finishing the eggs, I stared blankly at the wall. Then, idly counting the shards of glass on the floor, I suddenly realized that Xinran would never appear again. I curled up listlessly, burying myself deep in the sofa, and sadness struck me again in an instant.
I ripped open my chest, overwhelmed with sorrow. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks, seeping into the corners of my mouth, salty and bitter. I was utterly disheartened. My life had undergone a dramatic transformation in a short time, suddenly thrusting into the biting cold of winter. Even shirtless, assembling computer after computer in a basement without air conditioning, I still felt cold. Everything and everyone
seemed frozen in place. I couldn't feel even the slightest passion anymore. Everything was indifferent. I was no longer proactive, no longer naive, no longer dreaming, no longer happy. I could no longer trust anything. I watched coldly, without excitement, without
pain . The landlady's red toes could no longer stir my emotions. I was truly a complete mess, or perhaps the world was hopelessly doomed.

Chapter 2: Amazing

Until one day a month later. My mother called to say it was my father's birthday and invited Xinran and me home for dinner. Only then did I realize I hadn't been home in a long time. I bought two packs of Hongtashan cigarettes from the stall downstairs, wrapped them in newspaper, and took several
buses back to my old 70-square-meter apartment—the place where I grew up, where my beloved parents lived. When they saw me return alone and my forlorn expression, they understood everything. My mother kept nagging, constantly piling food into my bowl, and soon dinner was finished in a somber atmosphere. My mother went into the kitchen to wash the dishes, while my father and I
drank from a plate of peanuts. "What's wrong? Is it over with Xinran?" my father asked after taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah," I hummed, picking up a peanut and chewing it intently, my eyes fixed on the plate. "You need to know that life goes on. It doesn't change because of anyone. Your mother and I don't have many demands; we just hope you can live a good life," my father said, looking at me, putting down his glass, and patting my shoulder. Looking into my father's loving eyes, I picked up my glass and said, "Yes, I will. Happy birthday, Dad!" Two glasses were brought to the lips of the two men, and then the glasses were empty. A fiery warmth rose from my stomach, making me feel cozy all over. I left my parents' house and walked down the street. The streetlights were bright, cars streamed by, and pedestrians hurried by. Couples on the riverside benches were displaying their happiness. Yes, life goes on. In the days that followed, I packed my joy into a box, bandaged it tightly, and placed it in a small corner of my heart, never to touch it again. This world really doesn't depend on anyone; I regained a little confidence in life, and
a small hope for the future rose again, though it was almost nonexistent. My days seemed to continue normally, but I was hopelessly sinking. Aside from having to endure my boss's exploitation every day to earn a meager living, I spent all my time hanging out with Lu You, wandering around like usual. Lu You has been my best friend since my sophomore year. We fight together, drink together, and chase after girls together. I met him during a drunken brawl one summer. That night, both of our groups were drunk and bumped into each other on the sidewalk, which led to a fight. Lu You punched me in the face, and I kicked him hard in the stomach. Later,
we both ended up in the hospital; I had a head injury, and he had broken ribs. We were both taken to the hospital. For a month, we ended up in the same hospital room, looking at each other, going from disliking each other at first to joking and teasing each other until we became inseparable brothers. Lu You's parents are retired cadres from a state-owned enterprise. They own several shops in the suburbs of N city, earning a monthly rental income. This money, combined with their substantial pensions,
is enough for Lu You, who is currently unemployed, to live a slightly more comfortable life. He often drove his secondhand Beijing Jeep, frequenting various universities, looking for naive first- and second-year female students to have some fun with. After we'd had our fill of that, Lu You and I would spend our days doing nothing. We'd either be watching one American blockbuster after another in our dark, gloomy room, and of course, porn, or we'd be drunk or asleep in my dorm room. Finally, one weekend, Lu You couldn't stand my smoky, cramped apartment anymore. With slightly red eyes, he spit out a sentence to me: "My penis is moldy. Time to go pick up girls!" Before, when I was with Xinran, I didn't think much of Lu You's constant changing of girlfriends. I always warned him that without an emotional foundation, you can't get real sexual excitement. But after Xinran really disappeared, I realized how ridiculous my previous warnings were
. At 26, Xinran was the only woman in my life. I no longer refused Lu You's invitations, and since he paid for everything, I was naturally even happier. I treated this hunt for women as a farewell ceremony. I just hoped this ceremony would bring some surprises,
unlike other ceremonies that were monotonous, routine, and bland. In the evening, when we could no longer sleep, Lu You and I shook off the lingering smells of smoke, alcohol, and general stench, and stepped out of the pitch-black room. The sun outside was so bright we could barely open our eyes. We ate at a nearby tavern. I ordered stir-fried pork liver and intestines. Lu You ordered stir-fried eggs with chives, plus duck blood and flat vegetable soup. I looked at him in surprise; he said it was an aphrodisiac. I said, "You should just cut off those two ounces of meat and replace them with beef or horse meat
. What age do you have to be thinking about aphrodisiacs?" After dinner, it got dark, the perfect time for hunting. I asked Lu You, "Where to?" He drove me directly to the entrance of an art school in N city, excitedly saying, "Let's go pick up college students. These days, it's easy to pick up college students born in the 80s and 90s. There are
tons And they're extremely open, even more adventurous than prostitutes. Plus, they're clean. How about it? Very fresh and tender, like plump, fresh cabbages!" I didn't care. Who cares? Like worshipping heaven or a flag-raising ceremony, does it matter who the virgin is? As long as she's a virgin, that's the most important thing. Right now, all I need is a female. Soon, Lu You and I each walked out of the art school with a freshman girl on our arms. We went straight to a bar called "One Night Stand" in Twenty Mile Village. That bar was luxuriously decorated, elegantly styled, exquisitely designed, exuding extravagance everywhere
. It was a place frequented by white-collar workers, urban beauties, some celebrities, and successful people. The main reason for choosing this bar was to see all sorts of high-class beauties. Although from the looks they gave us, we could sense their disdain for small fry like us. But Lu You and I were just saying, "
I paid money to come see you guys, so what? It's not illegal, is it? If you don't want to be seen, don't come." We chatted about everything under the sun at a four-person booth with a view of the entrance, and drank quite a bit. We'd already gone through five dozen bottles of thirty-yuan Sun Beer—it was really expensive, almost like robbing a bank. Later, we decided to play Thirteen Cards.
The person with the most cards had to agree to one of the winner's decisions and do it; if they couldn't, they had to drink three bottles. Lu You, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and his eyes half-closed from the smoke, exchanged a glance with me, and I nodded knowingly. Sun Qian and Zhao Li didn't know each other before, so we weren't worried about them teaming up. In the first round, with Lu You and me working together, we quickly doubled our score against the two girls. In comparison, Lu You's girl, Zhao Li, had two fewer cards than my girl, Sun Qian, so Sun Qian lost this round
. After Lu You played all his cards, he took the lead. "Speak, handsome young man. What do you want me to do?" Sun Qian exhaled a puff of smoke, her hands resting on the small table as she stared at Lu You. Lu You was lean and wiry, not tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and well-developed muscles. He had small eyes, a large nose, and a buzz cut, and looked very energetic. That's why Sun Qian always called him "handsome young man." Lu You had his arm around Zhao Li, one hand groping her thin thigh through her black stockings, saying, "I'm a good guy. I don't want you to do anything perverted." Lu You stared lustfully at Sun Qian's full breasts, took a sip of tea as if thirsty, paused deliberately, and continued, "But my only hobby is liking women's clothes. Just take off one piece of clothing from your clothes and give it to me, and that'll be enough." Sun Qian was only wearing a t-shirt with a celebrity pattern and a black short skirt. Wasn't this blatantly asking Sun Qian to show her underwear? It was unclear which piece she wanted to take off. The two men were staring at her intently, their eyes gleaming. Sun Qian is a performing arts student at an arts school. She has a curvaceous figure, long legs, and a pair of breasts that are excessively prominent. In my opinion, she'd score an 80 out of 100 in terms of looks. Her individual features aren't particularly striking, but together they create a naturally alluring charm, and her eyes are incredibly seductive, sparkling and captivating.
This added to her charm and was one of the reasons she was over 80. "Fine. Who told you to be so handsome? I'll grant your wish." Sun Qian stood up readily, raised her long legs, and slammed her black knee-high boots onto the small square table with a thud. The sharp metal heels almost pierced the tablecloth. Then she unzipped the side zipper, revealing her
calves encased in sheer flesh-colored stockings. "Stop. Boots aren't clothes!" Lu You shouted, suppressing the drool that was about to spill from his mouth. Zhao Li, who was leaning on his shoulder, reached into his shirt and caressed him. "Who said I was going to take off my boots?" Sun Qian quickly grabbed the ankles of the boots and pulled her legs out. A small, delicate foot in stockings was revealed to everyone. Through the sheer toe of the stockings, her toes were painted with nail polish as bright red as her nail polish. Then Sun Qian pulled her short skirt up, revealing the flesh-colored lace-trimmed stockings. She slipped her two white thumbs inside the stockings and slowly rolled them up, pulling off the sheer stockings. Holding the lace top with one hand, she raised her arm, letting a long strip of stocking
hang down. Releasing her fingers, the stockings fell onto the square table. I could smell the faint scent of flesh emanating from them. Using the same method, the other stocking was quickly pulled off and placed on the table. Sun Qian put her boots back on, sat down, took a swig of beer, and said, "Let's continue playing cards. Here, handsome, take the stockings. They're yours. Go back and smell them while you masturbate
; it'll be very exciting! Haha." Lu You, seeing his scheme hadn't succeeded, was somewhat helpless, but could only continue playing cards. In the second round, my cards were good, while Lu You looked miserable. If I hadn't been helping Lu You, I should have won this round. In the end, however, Sun Qian won, and Lu You had the most cards. This was going to be interesting. "Handsome young man. How should I punish you? I have absolutely no interest in men's clothes. How about something old-fashioned, like climbing around on the stage and barking like a dog?" Sun Qian teased Lu You with a smug look on her face. Lu You was already eight or nine-tenths drunk; if he had to drink three bottles, he'd probably pass out. But when he heard he had to bark like a dog, he looked like a dead pig. This guy was incredibly proud; he'd never do anything that would make him lose face, and he'd do anything for it, even smash, loot, and burn. "I'm thirsty, have some tea first. We can talk this over! Sun Qian. I heard there's a striptease show here later tonight. There's even a male striptease. Let's watch it together before we go back." Lu You picked up his teacup and gulped down the tea, changing the subject. "Hey Lu You, stop pretending. Pay up with your punishment first. How about you drink three bottles?" Sun Qian's eyes widened, refusing to back down. "Hey, dear Sun Qian, look at me, I'm already in my late twenties, still barking like a dog like a kid, it's so embarrassing. Can we do something else? As long as it's not embarrassing, anything is fine. If you see someone you don't like, I'll go and chop them up for you right now." Lu You patted his chest, speaking with an air of righteous indignation. Sun Qian smiled without saying a word, seemingly considering other punishments. Her gaze fell on the two flesh-colored stockings she had just taken off on the table. Finally, she exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Okay! I'll give you face. If you don't bark like a dog, I'll treat you to two cups of milk tea
. Just drink every last drop." "Okay. I agree. Waiter. Waiter. Bring two large cups of milk tea for this table." Upon hearing this, Lu You, afraid that Sun Qian would change her mind, immediately ordered the waiter to bring the milk tea. "Stop. Listen carefully, I'm treating you. Of course, the milk tea only counts if I make it. Don't worry, you won't be shortchanged on milk or sugar, and I won't poison you." Sun Qian's eyes gleamed mischievously as she smiled at Lu You. "Okay. It's just milk tea, right? I can drink a whole tub without a problem. Then I'll trouble you, Sun Qian, to make it for me." Lu You said nonchalantly. Soon, two cups of milk tea were served and placed in front of Sun Qian. Sun Qian smiled and took the sugar and milk containers, adding two spoonfuls to each cup of tea and stirring them a couple of times. Just as Lu You was about to reach for the milk tea, Sun Qian shoved his hand away. "What's the rush? It's not ready yet." Lu You reluctantly withdrew his hand. Sun Qian looked at Lu You meaningfully, then picked up one of the stockings she had just taken off from the table, and slowly placed the slightly blackened toe of the stocking into a cup of milk tea. This time, it was Lu You's turn to be dumbfounded.
He watched helplessly as Sun Qian put another stocking into a cup of milk tea, stirred it with a spoon, and then brought the milk tea to Lu You. "Handsome boy. This is original stocking milk tea, absolutely authentic. I guarantee I've worn this stocking for two days, no doubt about it. Welcome to try it. Please! Hehe." Sun Qian snuggled into my arms, looking at Lu You's dumbfounded expression, and chuckled again. Lu You held back for a while. He glared fiercely at Sun Qian, who was comfortably exhaling a smoke ring, and said, "You win. I'll drink it. I've been defeated by this perverted little girl today." After saying that, Lu You picked up a cup of milk tea, tilted his head back, and drank it down in one gulp. The stocking in the cup covered the corner of his mouth, and then he drank the other cup. Setting down the cup, Lu You said, "Alright. The taste is not bad. It's very pungent, but also refreshing and smooth." Sun Qian shook her head and said, "I mean, not a drop left. There's still plenty left in the cup." "Ugh. You're not going to make me lick your stinky stockings, are you? No way. I won't do it." Lu You protested. "Fine. As you wish. Then I won't lick them." As Sun Qian spoke, she took the stockings out of the two cups, wrapped them together, and twisted them twice in one of the cups, squeezing all the milk tea from the stockings into the cup. Soon, that cup was almost half full again. The cup was pushed back in front of Lu You. Seeing Lu You's unpleasant expression, I tried to smooth things over, saying, "Alright, alright, Lu You has already drunk it, so there's no need to be so fussy. Everyone's happy, come on, let's continue." "A bet is a bet! If you can't handle losing, don't play. If you lose and then try to cheat, what kind of face do you have?" Sun Qian continued to sarcastically remark. It seemed she was determined to challenge Lu You tonight. "Who can't afford to lose? I love drinking, I love the original flavor of Hong Kong-style milk tea. I'll drink it!" Lu You finished the remaining half-cup of milk tea. I noticed that Sun Qian and Lu You's relationship was a bit tense, so I tried to avoid either of them winning or losing in the following card games. For several rounds in a row, either Zhao Li or I won, and Lu You and Sun Qian were in a stalemate. Zhao Li and I only gave each other mild punishments, like flicking each other's foreheads or kissing each other on the lips, and everyone was at peace. Before long, Sun Qian and Lu You's relationship returned to normal. Seeing them flirting a little more normally again, I thought to myself that both of them were perverts, one a new pervert who drinks original flavor Hong Kong-style milk tea, and the other an old pervert who makes original flavor Hong Kong-style milk tea. As the card game on the table progressed, I played a few cards. At this moment, I saw Lu You staring blankly at the entrance, and Zhao Li, who was sitting in the same row as him, also followed his gaze towards the door. I turned my head in confusion and saw a tall, extremely sexy young woman
walk in alone from the doorway. Stunning! What is stunning? You only truly understand what stunning means when you see her. The woman was incredibly beautiful, with a captivating, cold beauty in her eyes that made it hard to look directly at her. Although a long black dress covered her completely,
it couldn't hide her devilish figure; her curves were beyond perfect, something every man would dream of and every woman would envy. A slender, jade-like neck, breasts that seemed about to burst from her dress, and below her slender waist was a perfectly rounded, pert bottom that
swayed slightly with her steps—you could feel its insane elasticity without even touching it. Her legs were long and straight, glimpsed beneath the irregular hem of her skirt, the exposed calves alluring, and accentuated by thin black stockings. My nose almost bled. That feeling of wanting a nosebleed reminded me that not having money doesn't stop you from lustfully admiring a beautiful woman. It doesn't prevent you from feeling amazed.

Chapter 3 The Trouble Caused by the Need to Pee

The young lady sat down on a high stool not far from our booth, even her posture was graceful. Opposite her stood a bartender, his fancy bartending making a clanging sound as he twirled his instruments. Soon, a light blue drink was placed in front of her. She elegantly picked up the glass, took a sip, coldly glanced around, and then continued to drink
alone , ignoring the men and women around her, seemingly in a bad mood. "What's so interesting? A beauty, huh? I've seen plenty! What are you looking at! Keep playing cards." Lu You withdrew his greedy gaze and said somewhat sourly. Such a cold and elegant woman is unattainable for us lowly people. We can only admire her from afar. Getting close to her is unthinkable. Perhaps it's easier for a toad to eat swan meat. In fact, being well-matched is definitely the key to success for small people.
The truth about a happy marriage. Cinderella marrying Prince Charming seems like a distant dream in this society. Celebrities like Zhang Siyu can only be fucked by rich men or rich kids. Can you imagine earning a few thousand a month and being able to put a penis inside their vaginas
? A noble cunt can only be fucked noblely, you know! I'm a man, a man full of vigor. I also fantasize about fucking a noble cunt, no matter how much money I make. But is that possible? So far, Xinran is still the noblest cunt I've ever had, even though I've lost it now. Or maybe that cunt is being
fucked by a penis even more noble than mine. This is the tragedy of us ordinary people. Even if you acquire a noble cunt, it will be snatched away by a penis even more noble than yours. This is my biggest life lesson so far. Looking at the two dozen bottles of beer left on the table, we decided that the loser would drink two bottles directly, while the previous game continued, aiming to finish all the beer quickly, and no one could go to the bathroom until all the beer was gone. Amidst everyone's fearless spirit, the game continued. Ever since that woman came in, I've been feeling uneasy. Caught between the conflicting thoughts of "noble" and "not noble" sex, I made several mistakes with my cards, lost a few rounds, and was forced to drink quite a bit. Luckily, I hadn't made any enemies, so the punishment was relatively mild.
My stomach was getting increasingly bloated, and my bladder was filling up; the urge to urinate was relentlessly assaulting my senses, but thankfully I could hold it in. It's common for men to flirt with beautiful women in bars, and the quality of those women is directly proportional to your wallet. Just because my wallet isn't full doesn't mean others aren't. During the card game, I saw several men who considered themselves superior try to chat with
the woman , but she quickly brushed them off with a few words. Watching the dejected men slink away and the woman's icy expression, I couldn't help but laugh. "Busy wallet, huh? Superior, huh? In the end, she still ignores you. What a show of arrogance!" Unfortunately, when beauty is in the eye of the beholder, there are always fearless warriors among men. The men surrounding the woman, each with thick wads of RMB plastered on their penises, surged forward relentlessly, wave after wave, like a whirlwind, several groups in a row. At first, the woman
would turn her head and respond with a few words, a polite refusal. Later, she grew annoyed and simply ignored them, continuing to sip her cocktail. The fallen men were all marked with the stamp of "insufficient money." After this continued for a while, the men, realizing this woman was a rose with thorns—beautiful but difficult to pluck—wisely refrained from approaching. Finally, the woman was quiet. She slightly parted her red lips, let out a soft sigh,
finished her cocktail, refilled it, and continued to sip leisurely. Every move she made, every subtle gesture, deeply captivated me. Although I had no money, I was so engrossed in the game that I absentmindedly lost a few more rounds, and Zhao Li flicked my forehead a few more times. To make matters worse, after downing five or six bottles of beer,
my stomach was instantly full, and my bladder felt like it was about to burst. Sun Qian and Lu You, those two perverted rivals, had barely calmed down for fifteen minutes before resuming their thrilling game without any mercy. Sun Qian lost two rounds in a row, and at Lu You's request, she had already taken off her underwear and bra and placed them on the table. Seeing
that barely-there silk lingerie swaying before my eyes, seemingly still warm from her body, my penis uncontrollably hardened. For a moment, the urge to urinate and lust intertwined in my lower body, and I didn't know which to deal with first—it was incredibly uncomfortable. Luckily, there were still two bottles of beer left on the table. After finishing those two, it would be time to pay the bill and leave. I suppressed the urge to ejaculate and forced myself to continue playing. In the final round, fate had other plans, and I lost. With a sharp
whack , two bottles of beer were shoved in front of me. I didn't care anymore; I just wanted to finish them and get to the bathroom immediately. I chugged down both bottles in one go, then immediately covered my groin and ran towards the bathroom, ignoring the laughter of the people behind me. The bathroom, usually just a few steps away, felt incredibly long. I ran frantically, knowing that once I passed the long corridor of private rooms and turned left, it would be there. At the end of the corridor, a waiter was mopping the floor, a bucket of water beside him. The intense
urge to urinate made me run even faster. I dashed to the end of the corridor. Suddenly, a dark figure flashed before my eyes, a fragrant breeze wafting towards me. Before I could stop, I collided head-on with the figure. Instinctively, I raised my hands to block, and two soft, yielding objects
entered my hands. Before I could even discern what I'd grabbed, the woman and I were already tumbling forward, her legs flying high, her heels billowing out. To make matters worse, as she fell, her head landed squarely on the bucket of
dirty water behind her. The bucket of water poured over her head and face with a whoosh, soaking her completely, leaving her upper body drenched and her hair adorned with bits of mop cloth. I followed her down heavily, also getting soaked from the water, my face pressed tightly against her cold, beautiful face. My breath, reeking of alcohol, met her rosy lips, our eyes locked in
a close stare. It was the woman from the bar. She stared at me, dumbfounded, while my hands remained tightly gripping those soft mounds. The sudden, violent collision made it impossible for me to control the intense urge to urinate. When I regained consciousness, I was already incontinent; a stream of hot urine gushed from my urethra, overflowing my pants and soaking
the woman. The woman, whose mouth I had covered, let out an angry groan and struggled to get up. Only then did I fully recover. I first pulled away from her lips. "Bastard! You bastard!" she cursed, trying desperately to pry my hands off. I released her soft breasts in horror, using my strongest willpower to force the still-gushing urine back into my body. I hurriedly stood up, my crotch already soaking wet, the urge to urinate still incredibly strong. I had to tightly cover my genitals
with both hands , hunching over, repeatedly apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to." "You bastard! You bastard!" The woman, ignoring the filth all over her body, snorted and yelled angrily. With that, a black stockinged foot kicked towards my face, fierce and fast. Luckily, I had taken martial arts in college and learned some basic grappling techniques. I had to release the hand covering my genitals and quickly grab the incoming foot. The silky ankle slipped into my grasp, and I held on tightly. The black stockinged foot was soft and
boneless, incredibly sexy, swaying very close to me. With one hand still on my genitals, the strong urge to urinate made me clench my legs, looking incredibly awkward. The woman's posture was extremely indecent. Although the urge to urinate was intense, her high-flying skirt revealed two sections of her white thighs above the top of her black lace stockings, with a tantalizing glimpse of pink lace in the middle. Clumps of dark,
curly hair clung to the fabric, several stubbornly peeking out from the lace's openwork. Her pink panties were soaking wet, covered in a pale yellow liquid; I realized then that it was from the urine I had released after losing control of my bladder. The intense urge to urinate, the rapidly rising lust, and the overwhelming temptation all mingled together, leaving me flustered and flailing my legs, which were tightly clamped around my genitals. The woman, following my gaze, clearly realized her exposed state, and was both embarrassed and angry. "...You pervert, you...you...bastard!...You, you..." the woman cried, her face flushed almost purple, too angry to speak. Suddenly, I felt a pressure on the woman's stockinged ankle as I gripped hers. She was about to kick her other leg at my face. In a split second, my urge to urinate overcame all other impulses, and just as her other leg was about to lift, I pushed...
They loosened the woman's ankle, and she stared in horror at herself as she landed heavily on the floor, splashing water everywhere. "Ouch—" she screamed. I couldn't care less about anything else and rushed into the men's restroom. Behind me, I heard a waiter's voice: "...Miss Youlan, slow down, stand up straight. Calm down, look at all that water, go wash up first..." "You bastard! You pervert! I'm not done with you! You...you wait. I will never let you get away with this..." The woman's voice faded into the distance outside the restroom; she must have been taken away by the staff. I frantically unzipped my soaking wet pants, grabbed my penis with both hands, and started urinating into the toilet. I'd never felt so relieved before; the peeing felt like an eternity. The sound of urine splashing onto the porcelain plate was beautiful and melodious. I let out a long,
satisfying Nothing was more important than relieving myself. Finally, I finished and breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was soaking wet, with mop rags hanging from my head.
What embarrassed me most was the huge wet stain on my crotch and both pant legs. Good heavens, what is this? I stink! What did I do to deserve this? I almost choked to death, then I wet my pants, tripped and fell hard, getting drenched in dirty water. Good heavens, is this even possible? I had to spend some time cleaning myself up, but my soaked clothes and pants, despite wiping them repeatedly with tissues, were still dripping wet, especially the wet stains on my crotch—it was truly embarrassing. I had to raise my genitals, sticking out my crotch, and
keep blowing hot air into the hand dryer, hoping to dry the urine; I looked utterly pathetic. Finally, after a difficult time drying them halfway, I had to leave the restroom, punctuated by the urgent call from my phone, wondering if Lu You had fallen into the latrine. I hurried towards the bar entrance, and as I neared it, I saw a woman, her hair still wet, wrapped in a man's suit, peering inside from a short distance away, surrounded by several bodyguards. I felt incredibly guilty towards her and wanted
to apologize, but seeing her trembling with anger and clenched teeth, I hesitated. In that moment of hesitation, the woman saw me about to step out the door, and with a wave of her hand, several burly men rushed towards me. I sensed trouble and immediately turned and ran. I'd been to this bar a few times and knew where the back door was. I ran as fast as I could, with a group of people chasing after me relentlessly. This was madness! Judging by the situation, I absolutely couldn't get caught; if I did, I'd be in deep trouble. As I ran, I called Lu You to tell him to drive the car to the back door. Lu You immediately knew I was in
trouble . After hanging up, I ran as fast as I could. I dashed through the bar's main hall, the private rooms, the corridor, and the kitchen, bumping into several waiters and knocking over a lot of things along the way, before rushing out the back door. Lu You's Beijing Jeep slammed on the brakes just in time, stopping right in front of me. Without a word, I jumped in, and Lu You floored the accelerator, the Jeep shooting forward a considerable distance. I looked back; a few bodyguards had chased after me for a few steps before stopping abruptly.
The woman ran out of the back door, watching me drive away, stomping her feet several times in frustration, her face full of anger.

Chapter 4 The Smell of Meat

"What is this smell? It stinks!" After the car slowed down, Sun Qian wiped her nose with one hand and asked with a frown. "Hey buddy, you didn't really fall into a cesspool, did you? It really stinks. How come you're all soaking wet? How did you get into trouble with so many people?" Lu You asked while driving. "Look, my crotch is wet. Oh, someone peed their pants. Haha!" Zhao Li, with sharp eyes, stared at my crotch and exclaimed. Then Lu You and Sun Qian saw it too, and everyone in the car burst into laughter. Under Lu You's persistent questioning, I recounted what had just happened. Everyone laughed again. Thinking about it, it was really fucking funny, and I laughed at myself. The car drove around the city for a while, and it was already 1 a.m. Sun Qian and Zhao Li made an excuse that the dormitory was closed and they couldn't go back, so they told us to go wherever we wanted. Actually, whether the dormitory was closed or not didn't matter. Lu You, that old fox, would naturally have all sorts of
reasons to keep them from going back. However, the dorm being locked saved him the trouble of arguing. Tonight's goal was to seduce these two girls, so of course they couldn't go back. I said I needed to go back to take a shower and change. So I decided to spend the night in my one-bedroom apartment. The car drove along the overpass, heading straight for my place. Sun Qian and Zhao Li, disgusted by my smell, stayed far away. I lit
a cigarette to mask the odor. I also lit one for Lu You. Under the hazy streetlights, I inexplicably thought of Xinran again. For over a month, I had hoped to call Xinran's hometown, but the line was always busy. Just a week ago, I took a day off, even though it meant losing
half a month 's salary, I decided I had to. I decided to travel thousands of miles to a place not even on a map. I bought round-trip tickets for a few days. The plane flew west. After a drowsy flight of over ten hours, I arrived in X city, and after another ten-plus hours of bumpy bus travel, I reached a small town in L county.
I'd only been to Xinran's town once in the past four years. Xinran had always tried to stop me from coming, saying it was remote and the roads were bad, but I insisted, and last year during the Spring Festival, I finally made it. When I stood again in that small, detached brick house on the outskirts of town, the wooden door I'd opened last time was now tightly shut. No one was home. A layer of dust on the doorknob indicated that no one had been home for a long time. Left with no other choice, I knocked on the doors of nearby houses to ask what was going on. An elderly woman came out. Her heavy western accent and my plain Mandarin made communication difficult for us for a long time before I finally learned from her that Xinran's
family had moved, and she didn't know where they had gone. When I finally managed to get information from a distant relative of Xinran who worked in the town's supply and marketing cooperative, he told me that Xinran, her mother, and her younger brother had gone to Hong Kong, saying they would eventually go to the United States for surgery. I asked for his phone number, but he said he didn't have it either, and that he rarely contacted
his family. I left my phone number, telling him to let me know if I had any information about Xinran. The moment I turned away, the piece of paper with my number was tossed aside. I returned to N City alone, empty-handed. Lu You became my best remedy. Until today, I decided to forget Xinran, both emotionally and physically. Because I know that even if I found Xinran, could I give her what she wanted? What could this penniless guy like me offer her? Only genital pleasure? That
wealthy businessman, at least, besides pleasure, could prevent her already broken family from falling apart further, and ensure her a comfortable life for the rest of her days. Could I? No! I'm just a nobody, a pitiful wretch in the eyes of the rich. With a screech, Lu You parked his car downstairs at my dormitory, interrupting my aimless thoughts. I closed the box containing Xinran again and slammed the seal shut. Let it all go. She might be better off without me. I decided that since I'm
just a nobody , I should live the life of a nobody, and live it happily. When we entered the house, the overwhelming smell of cigarette butts, alcohol, sweat, smelly clothes, and some other unknown stench almost suffocated Sun Qian and Zhao Li. They held their noses for a long time, unable to breathe freely. Lu You and I, on the other hand, had developed a strong immunity to this stench after several months.
The darkness had made us immune to all poisons, and we could breathe easily. However, women's innate love of hygiene meant that neither of them could survive in such an environment, not even for a minute. So the two women got busy, one emptying cigarette butts, the other throwing away empty bottles. Since Xinran left, another woman finally came. Although the circumstances were slightly different, the immediate task of cleaning the room was exactly the same, even the level of filth and mess was identical. "Tell me, how can anyone live in this place? Did your mother give birth to you in a garbage dump?" Sun Qian said, frowning and covering her mouth and nose. With her dishwashing gloved hand, she pulled a dried-up, smelly sock from under the sofa, waved it in front of me, and then threw it into the laundry tub. It did look somewhat similar to when Xinran came. "Men are all like this. What's the point of having women? Poor Zhao Bo lost his girlfriend and can only stay in this dark, gloved little room waiting to mold!" Lu You said, lying on the sofa and exhaling a puff of smoke. "You wouldn't believe it, I'm a modern-day version of 'rising above the mud, untainted.' It means I'm pure and noble, and even living in a place like this, I still look dignified when I go out. Isn't that great?" I found my clothes, walked through the living room, and shamelessly joked. Amidst the two women's "tsk" sounds, I went into the bathroom, took off my clothes, turned on the water heater, and started washing. The warm water felt so good; the fatigue of the night seemed to gradually disappear with the flowing water, leaving me feeling refreshed. For some reason, while washing my hands, I remembered that a few hours earlier, these hands had firmly grasped a woman's breasts—to be precise, the breasts of a stunningly sexy woman, soft and elastic, incredibly tactile. From my hands, I thought of
those warm, moist lips. Good heavens, I never dreamed I would be able to kiss the lips of such a woman, though it was against my will. As I imagined that woman kicking my pink panties, revealing my private parts, and that thick patch of dark pubic hair, my penis got hard, sticking out
. Oh, that woman was fucking hot. Just as I was lost in my fantasies, the bathroom door suddenly opened. Sun Qian barged in wearing only a bra and thong. I was startled and instinctively covered my genitals with my hands. "What are you covering up for? Pfft! I've seen bigger ones than you. Don't think you're the best in the world." Sun Qian said nonchalantly, "You've been showering for so long, I thought you drowned. I came in to take a look, are you not welcome? Then I'll leave." Without waiting for my reply, Sun Qian had already unhooked her bra and taken off her thong, revealing a beautifully shaped naked body before me, with a thick patch of dark pubic hair on her pubic mound, leaving me speechless. Sun Qian stepped one small foot into the bathtub, then stood with me under the showerhead. The water quickly soaked her fine, curly hair, which clung to her forehead. Her eyes were fixed on me, her red, plump lips, alluring gaze, soft, boneless
shoulders, and the captivating allure of her collarbone—a scene of irresistible fragrance and sensuality filled the air. How could I resist such temptation? My heart fluttered, my blood surged. Damn. Who's afraid of who? She's offered herself up; I like it. Words are superfluous. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, capturing her pink lips completely. She tilted her head back in response, one hand grasping my rock-hard erection
, stroking it rhythmically—it felt amazing. I kissed her tightly in my arms as I continued to kiss her. Soon, we were both panting heavily. My large mouth kissed her face—her lips, her tongue, her delicate nose, her cheeks, her earlobes—then slowly moved over her pointed
chin , stopping directly on her rosy nipples. Those two little red cherries... I wonder what they would taste like if I actually took a bite. Soon, Sun Qian knelt down, her warm lips enveloping my hard glans, taking it inside. Her small hands began to stroke my long, reddish-black shaft. A tingling sensation shot through me, and I gasped sharply. Good heavens, I hadn't tasted meat in ten months; to finally experience it today was indescribably blissful. Sun Qian looked up at me, her large penis and her rosy lips forming a stark contrast. She sucked and stroked incessantly, the fluid constantly washing over my penis and her mouth. Some water dripped from my scrotum, some flowed from her chin
, splashing a few times near her dark vagina before gathering at the drain and swirling out. Sun Qian's oral sex skills were excellent: sucking the head, sucking the shaft, playing with my balls, pulling my scrotum, side sucking, and front twisting, making me feel incredibly good, moaning repeatedly. This little slut must have had her share of men. When I tilted my head back again, exhaled, and looked down at my penis, I saw Sun Qian moving her lips, slowly taking it into her mouth. My glans was deep inside, reaching the back of her throat, then with a sharp pain,
it bent down. Sun Qian struggled to move, and I felt a unique, pleasurable sensation in her throat, completely different from any other part of her body—incredibly intoxicating. Sun Qian stared at me with wide eyes, maintaining this deep-throat position for a full minute before being forced to slowly withdraw my penis under extreme suffocation. Then, she gasped, opened her mouth wide, and without touching my penis,
pushed deep into her throat. She then slowly tightened her lips around the base of my penis, followed by another difficult thrusting motion. I almost ejaculated. I had to let out a long breath and close my eyes to resist. I knew that if Sun Qian did this a couple more times, I would definitely give up all my semen in her mouth. She seemed to know this too; she did it twice more, and just as I was about to ejaculate, she skillfully stopped playing with my penis. She stood up, turned her back to me, and used one hand to squeeze and manipulate my penis a few times, one foot
on the edge of the bathtub, bending over and sticking out her small, round buttocks. A beautiful, alluring vulva was exposed before my eyes. Dark pubic hair, wet with water, clung neatly to the vulva, revealing a deep, reddish-black curtain of moisture in the center. Droplets of water dripped from the tips of small tufts of pubic hair, and two dark red labia
were turned outwards. "Come on, Zhao Bo. I want you to do me, front or back. I haven't tasted a man's touch in so long. My family was watching me closely during summer vacation, and now I've met you right after school started. It's amazing! Come on, hurry up! I'm so itchy!" Sun Qian turned her head, urging me with a suggestive expression. "You little slut. Come on, let me pamper you. It feels so good. I'll fuck you to death." I laughed, stroking my penis a few times, then patted her pert buttocks. With a soft moan, I inserted my penis into her vagina. Her vagina was very hot, making my glans feel like it was on fire. It seemed like it hadn't been penetrated by a man in a long time; a vagina in a state of extreme thirst easily exhibits signs of intense heat. I don't know if all women are like this; this is just Xinran's experience
. Sun Qian was the second woman I had with besides Xinran. The overflowing vaginal fluid from Sun Qian's vagina allowed my penis to thrust rapidly without any adjustment. I thrust powerfully, and Sun Qian braced her hands against the opposite wall, emitting comfortable trembling sounds. It seemed she was enjoying the pleasure my penis was giving her. Compared to Xinran's vagina, Sun Qian's vagina was wider, perfectly suited to my large member. While wider, it wasn't loose; mainly, the folds of flesh inside Sun Qian's vagina were thicker, each fold having a larger protruding area. Each thrust was accompanied by noticeable
undulation of the folds, and you could feel each protrusion joyfully rubbing against your entire penis, sending waves of pleasure through you. It was indescribably comfortable, an absolute ultimate enjoyment. I gripped Sun Qian's two snow-white buttocks tightly with both hands, increasing the speed of my thrusts, relentlessly attacking the bottom of her vagina with each powerful stroke. Sun Qian's trembling voice had turned into moans of pleasure, one hand clutching the bathtub curtain, almost
tearing it down. Thrust, thrust, and thrust again. I felt as if I were releasing all the pent-up lust of the past few months onto this vagina before me, seemingly with an indescribable resentment driving me to thrust in and out violently again and again. I just wanted to thoroughly ravage Sun Qian's cunt
. Under my vigorous thrusting, the inner walls of Sun Qian's vagina rolled rapidly, and whenever the folds gripped my glans tightly and wouldn't let go for a long time, I knew she had reached orgasm. Each time an orgasm came, her graceful body convulsed uncontrollably, her entire...
Both of them trembled, their soft moans turning into long gasps as they breathed heavily. I could see in the bathroom mirror that her cheeks were flushed, her eyes slightly closed, her mouth slightly open, and her tongue lolling out—a look of both pleasure and pain. Finally, during a long thrusting motion, the moment my glans reached the bottom of her vagina, several hard vaginal bulges appeared, completing the ultimate stimulation of my glans. My penis, still inside her, stopped moving, and an intense wave of pleasure washed over me. Accompanied by the feeling of emptiness in my penis during orgasm
, spurts of semen shot out from my body. My penis contracted powerfully, and Sun Qian's vagina gripped tightly. We both reached a perfect orgasm simultaneously. I ejaculated an astonishing amount, suppressing months of pent-up desire, a massive amount, as if I had never ejaculated so much before. Before I could even withdraw my penis, white fluid had already seeped out of her vagina along my penis. My penis continued to thrust powerfully, and the semen continued to
flow. I felt the pain of over-ejaculation in my testicles, and my urethral opening felt like it was burning to ashes. I pulled my penis out of her vagina, and with a gurgling sound, a large gush of thick, pale yellow semen flowed from the vaginal opening. Clumps of semen clung to Sun Qian's dense, dark pubic hair, her reddish-black vagina submerged
in a milky white, shimmering with red, white, and black hues—a scene of extreme depravity and lewdness. It took Sun Qian a long time to recover from her orgasm. She looked at me with satisfaction, giving me a seductive smile. While I was still lost in ecstasy, she hooked a finger and scraped it against my still-erect penis a couple of times, then grasped it and slowly twisted it. I
saw two streams of white liquid flow down her thighs, quickly washed away by the water. "Looks like you haven't been with a woman in a long time. Ejaculating so much, I suppose you haven't had any other women besides me since leaving your girlfriend," Sun Qian said with a smile, her bright eyes sparkling. "Yeah. I haven't tasted a woman's flavor in ages. Luckily you're here, otherwise I might have gone crazy from holding it in. Hehe." I laughed in response, then we hugged and kissed. Next, Sun Qian and I dried each other off, lathered up with soap, and took a nice bath together. Women are truly wonderful creatures; no matter what kind of man you are, you can't help but be captivated by them. Something long dormant within me awakened as if from hibernation. Outside the window, a single, brilliant star twinkled in the dark night sky.

Chapter 5: Taking the Back Door

When Sun Qian and I walked naked out of the bathroom, Lu You and Zhao Li, unsurprisingly, were engaged in a passionate encounter on the sofa. Zhao Li lay there, her two excessively thin thighs draped over Lu You's arms. Lu You's penis was inserted into her vagina. The contrast between Zhao Li's
small pelvis and Lu You's large penis was stark. Their bony pubic bones clashed hard together, and vaginal fluid had already soaked Lu You's scrotum, splashing out with each thrust. To be honest, girls of this generation, with some exceptions like Sun Qian, were generally characterized by excessive thinness. Their breasts were often like two flattened eggs, their ribs were clearly
visible, and their limbs were extremely thin. Wearing unconventional clothes, they might look quite pretty and cute. But in reality, like Lu You and Zhao Li, the sound of their thin pubic bones clashing together would greatly reduce my libido. Of course, I've never actually had sex with them. This is just my impression of Lu You and Zhao Li. Conversely, Lu You was obsessed with girls of this physique. He said that seeing those two orifices, disproportionately occupying most of his lower body, aroused him.
Perhaps it further emphasized the size of his penis, fueling his sexual desire. Sun Qian and I snuggled into the bedroom. As I closed the door, I gave Lu You, who was working hard, an "OK" sign and an encouraging smile. He returned a satisfied smile and wished me a pleasant time. While speaking
, he panted as he ejaculated gushes of semen from his disproportionately large penis into Zhao Li's mouth. Once inside, I immediately pushed Sun Qian down onto the bed, and she giggled. I roughly lifted her legs, pulling her buttocks off the edge of the bed, then, standing, I inserted my penis into her already overflowing vagina, thrusting in and
out with a series of wet, puffing sounds. Soon, Sun Qian's moans and groans rose and fell. The sound of a sofa being overturned came from outside the door, followed by its creaking and shaking. Lu You's little cannon was indeed powerful; he had barely ejaculated before it roared again. I was brutally fucking Sun Qian, and it seemed she enjoyed my roughness, smiling as she watched me, occasionally touching my still-thrusting penis, and sometimes even parting her labia to touch her clitoris and urethra. Her two
full breasts trembled with the movement of her body, like two lumps of dough that had been over-watered, softly rolling around. When I once again brought Sun Qian to ecstasy, I ejaculated all over her two round, rabbit-head-like trembling breasts. Soon, her breasts were covered with a thin layer of semen. Coming to her senses, Sun Qian smeared the semen all over her body, starting from her breasts, and
her upper body quickly became shiny and glistening. "I heard semen has beauty and skincare benefits, I wonder if it's true?" Sun Qian was still applying semen, gently pressing a finger against her long, erect nipple, as she looked at me wiping my penis with a tissue. "How would I know? Did your skin get better and your face become prettier after you applied it?" I said, wiping the semen off my penis, lying down on the bed, and resting my head on the pillow. "It seems so. Every time I'm finished with a man, I feel refreshed, sweet inside, and full of energy. When I look in the mirror, my skin looks like it's glowing like a jewel." Sun Qian pressed closer, her sticky semen making my skin feel cool. "You little slut, you're really asking for it. Whoever marries you, this semen-draining queen, I guarantee they'll die of exhaustion within three days. Or at least be skin and bones. I'm really scared of you." I said to her with a grin. "No way. I only get my period once every three months. I want to enjoy it properly. You make it sound so scary. I'm not some Black Widow who eats the male spider after mating. That's really scary." Sun Qian said, gazing at me affectionately, while her small hand wandered towards my penis. My limp penis was gently squeezed and teased in Sun Qian's small hand, and my tired muscles were well relaxed. Sun Qian said again, "Brother Zhao Bo, your thing is really big! When it's soft, I can't even hold it with one hand. I've never seen anything this big before." "You're so young, have you really seen that many? Tell me, how many men have you been with?" "I can't count them all. Anyway, I started eating the forbidden fruit when I was 14. I had it quite a few times in junior high and high school. I even got pregnant in high school, but I had to have an abortion. But now that I think about it, those little boys' things were so small. They were so tiny that they
often left me feeling like I couldn't get it, hanging in mid-air, which was so uncomfortable. They didn't last long either. They would ejaculate in less than three minutes. It was so boring. You big men are so much better. They're big and thick, and you can last a long time. You can come several times a night." Sun Qian said without blushing at all, which made me feel inferior. It seems that I had really wasted my time. Soon, my penis became erect again under Sun Qian's touch, standing up between Sun Qian's legs, very prominent. "Let's go through the back door. It's more exciting there," Sun Qian said to me with a coquettish smile. "The back door?...Really the back door?... " I said, somewhat surprised. To be honest, Xinran and I had never actually gone through the back door before. Xinran always said it was dirty there and never let me touch it. I've seen actresses in porn often go through the back door, but I've never actually tried it. "Brother Zhao Bo, you haven't really gone through the back door before, have you? Haha, that's hilarious. Seeing how excited you are with me, acting like you're a pro, I thought you were really something. I'm so dizzy, I actually fell for your trick. You're such an innocent one." Sun Qian looked at me with surprise, a mix of excitement and mockery. "No...no, how could I have never gone through the back door? What are you talking about? Okay, let's go through the back door." My face flushed red and then turned pale. Luckily, the room lights weren't on, only the streetlights outside were filtering in, the light was neither bright nor blurry, so Sun Qian might not be able to see clearly. What is this all about? These days, even young girls can laugh at men who are several years older than them.
What a depravity! When an innocent man meets a slut, he's completely outmaneuvered. "No, no, what are you being shy about? Look at your blushing face. Okay, let me teach you how to play. Honestly, your girlfriend isn't up to par, how about I be your girlfriend? I know everything, I guarantee you'll be satisfied. I'll write you an instruction manual later, how about that? Hehe!" Sun Qian teased me again. I'm speechless. A grown man being teased by a little girl! I've completely lost face. "You little slut. So lewd. I give up. You've got me completely outmaneuvered," I said helplessly. "Alright, enough nonsense. Let's get started," Sun Qian said excitedly. Sun Qian squatted on the bed, first spitting saliva onto her palms, then wiping it onto her anus, saying, "A woman's genitals are very delicate; you need to lubricate them thoroughly beforehand. Of course, if it's an experienced old slut,
it's fine to just insert it directly because it's already been overdeveloped. I haven't reached that level yet." "How do you know? Have you played with old sluts?" I pressed. "Go away, you innocent boy. You'll find out later. I'm really impressed with you. You don't even know this." Sun Qian replied irritably. Then she spat on my penis again, rubbed it a few times with her gloved hand, smearing the saliva all over the glans, and then slowly sat down with her anus facing the glans. I felt the glans hit a very elastic fleshy ring, and as the ring slowly opened, the entire
glans went in, a tight gripping sensation came over me, so tight that it hurt my glans. As the fleshy ring slowly expanded, the pain gradually lessened. Sun Qian gently and slowly moved up and down a couple of times, allowing the glans to better adapt to the tight opening. Then she slowly sat down completely, and I saw my penis fully inserted, completely inside my anus.
A tightness different from that of a vagina came over me; when the penis was inserted to its deepest point, it felt like there was a slight constricting sensation—a very novel experience. I let out a long breath. Wow, this is wonderful! Sun Qian looked at me with her bright eyes, a look of smug satisfaction on her face. She gently moved up and down a couple of times, rocking back and forth a couple of times, allowing the penis to fully contact the walls of her anus. Then she began to thrust rapidly. Oh, intense pleasure surged through me
; it was truly indescribable. Damn, anal sex seems even more pleasurable than frontal sex! Sun Qian placed both hands on my chest, her body rising and falling dramatically. Each time the glans was about to leave the anus, she would forcefully pull it back down, making it feel incredibly pleasurable. A wave of novelty, freshness, and excitement washed
over me, a powerful surge of pleasure washing over me. I couldn't help but moan softly, my eyes glued to the point where our genitals met, not missing a single detail. It was so stimulating, so incredibly stimulating. "I told you, anal sex is great, isn't it? Look at the way your eyes are shining. It must be really good, hehe!" Sun Qian laughed as she quickened her thrusts. "You little slut, you're so incredibly horny. Seeing how happy you are with anal sex, you must really enjoy it. Are all the girls at your school like you?" I said, pinching Sun Qian's two red nipples as I increased the size of my erection, making it big and round. "Tch. What's this? Others are experts at everything—dragon poison, ice and fire, SM, you name it. This is child's play. You're so innocent. Looks like Lu You corrupted you. You're so cute. I love you to death.
" Sun Qian bent down, her eyes sparkling, and kissed my lips. I saw the lustful yet joyful light in her captivating eyes. Undeniably, it was her alluring eyes that captivated me, and her youthful vitality intoxicated me. I didn't care if she was a virgin or if she'd
been with many men before. So what if she was a virgin? Like Xinran, she still left me. Is there still pure, beautiful love in this world? Maybe. But I don't believe it anymore. If Sun Qian were a virgin tonight, I would feel utterly
bored . Sun Qian and I switched positions; she spread her limbs in a doggy-style position, and I entered her from behind. This way, I could clearly watch my penis going in and out of her anus, penetrating very deeply. When it withdrew, the pinkish fleshy ring of her anal muscles sent
a jolt through me; it was incredibly sexy and erotic. Sun Qian's anus kept pulling and constricting, keeping my penis feeling tight and narrow—the feeling of anal sex was amazing. It wasn't just physical; I also experienced immense psychological satisfaction. I felt a
strange, indescribable stimulation that made my heart tremble; the wonderful feeling was truly indescribable. This same stimulation made me constantly push my penis to become erect, as large as it could possibly be. Even when it was painfully swollen, as if the urethral opening was about to burst, you still wanted it to be even bigger, even bigger—
a sexual experience I had never had before. I felt like I was floating, yet all the sensations were real; the surging lust made me feel like I was in heaven. My penis, inside that tight passage, finally reached its maximum size; the psychological and physical pleasure had reached its limit. I held my breath, and the ejaculation trigger was instantly released. Semen gushed forth like a flood, endless and relentless. I forgot to breathe. The intense stimulation of ejaculation made my lower body tremble. My anus gripped the base of my penis tightly, and my entire penis contracted and expanded rapidly within the narrow passage. A sharp pain shot through my urethral opening as streams of semen gushed out.
The excessive breath-holding made my eyes bulge, almost popping out of their sockets. Finally, after the most powerful gushe of semen, I couldn't help but open my mouth wide and gasp for breath, letting out two trembling "ahs" with a distinctly distorted tone. This was truly a deadly orgasm; I almost suffocated to death. For a long, long time... My penis stopped throbbing. I pulled out my soaking wet penis, no longer caring that the semen dripping from the glans had stained the sheets. Gasping for breath, I lay heavily back on the bed, drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted. Only then did I truly understand what it meant to
die from exhaustion. "This little slut is really going to kill me." "Brother Zhao Bo, you shot so much! Some of it even went inside me. You innocent bastard, you almost killed me on your first time using anal sex. So amazing! I love it, hehe." Sun Qian covered her anus with one hand, turned around, and said excitedly. She half-reclined, half-sitting, quickly smearing the semen flowing from her anus onto her breasts, then continued to probe her anus with her fingers, smearing the clumps of semen onto her face. Then she tried to pull out the semen deep inside
her anus, squeezing it out, and swallowed the last few clumps. After she had evenly smeared the semen all over her body, she smiled and grabbed my penis to clean off the remaining semen. Her glistening face was incredibly lewd. Compared to Xinran, Sun Qian possessed a completely different charm. Her directness, her youthful
vitality, and the wantonness in her alluring eyes made my world feel reborn. That night, after I ejaculated onto Sun Qian's smooth back again, and she smeared it all over her back with her hands, she felt that the purpose of using semen for skincare had been achieved, and finally let go of my poor penis, no longer relentlessly demanding more. I breathed a long
sigh of relief What a lustful little slut! I wonder who pushed whom tonight. It seemed that Sun Qian was more excited than me; I had become her prey. This gave me the feeling that my virginity had been taken by a slut. Although it wasn't exactly like my first time with Xinran, the feeling of fear, excitement, and deep infatuation was the same
. The night was already very late. I could hear Lu You snoring outside the door. Sun Qian's smooth, soft body curled up in my arms; she had fallen into a deep sleep after the passion subsided. That youthful, alluring, and vibrant round face glowed pink in the light filtering in from the streetlights. Her eyelashes were long, and her lips were framed by a fine tuft of downy hair. Even asleep, her slender, white hand still restlessly grasped my messy pubic hair. Who would have thought that such a seemingly innocent freshman girl was inherently wanton?

Chapter 6 Meaningful Life

After that night, Sun Qian seemed quite satisfied with my enormous penis. At first, she would make excuses to come over, like borrowing books or DVDs, but later, a simple "I miss you" on the phone was enough for her to come directly. I became her source of pleasure. Although we were both too busy with our studies, we could only...
We met once or twice. But each time, we lingered at the peak of climax. She said she could only find pleasure with me now, and she wasn't interested in other men. But for a
woman whose sex life was more than twice as long as mine, who didn't even know how many men she'd slept with, I chose not to believe her, and found it hard to believe. Sun Qian's frequent visits not only caused the porn on my computer to mold, but also gave my small apartment a fresh new look. The curtains were changed to an elegant off-white, which she said looked clean; the uneven marks on the wall from smashed bottles were
covered cute little animal stickers; the weekly cleaning inevitably eliminated the stench and brought in fresh, clean air, which she would take deep breaths of every time she came, a satisfied smile on her face. Actually, I preferred her
sweet and sour pork ribs, so delicious and unforgettable. Having a new love doesn't necessarily make you forget the old, but it can make you feel better, at least that's how it is for me. Sun Qian's continued presence filled me with energy, like I'd drunk a sports drink. I no longer felt sorrow for Xinran's departure, as if she had never been there. Although perhaps this was just a self-deceiving illusion, the little box in my heart that held Xinran had been firmly reinforced with
iron sheets . This was an undeniable fact. When I was once again drawn to the landlady's red toes encased in flesh-colored stockings, I knew I could be seduced again, and being seduced meant I could live a meaningful life again. The landlady's name was Fang Jing, and she was twenty-seven years old. She was a department manager at Shenlan Computer Company, the largest computer company in N City, managing a computer marketing department that was neither too big nor too small for the head office, with about fifty or sixty
people under her. She always treated her little corner of the business as her own home, busy and hardworking all day long, handling every detail personally, almost to the point of doing everything herself. The result was that the sales department consistently ranked among the top performers in the head office.
Everything was so well-organized that the head office became overly confident and rarely interfered in the sales department's affairs. She made all the decisions, becoming the de facto boss and a strong contender for the next vice president. I heard she'd been married for two years, but her husband was constantly out partying, causing a major rift in their relationship. The specific reason for the rift, according to hearsay, was that her husband discovered she wasn't a virgin after marriage, and rumors circulated at head office that her rise to
a high-level position at such a young age was due to nepotism with a certain leader. Whether these rumors were accurate, I didn't know, but since she was the leader, I obeyed her. Two weeks ago, I was transferred from the computer assembly department to the computer repair department. Fang Jing claimed that based on my performance during this period, my skills were sufficient for the repair job. In fact, this period she referred to was the time Xinran disappeared; I
worked desperately, trying to numb myself. Who would have thought that Fang Jing saw this as a sign of good work performance and strong skills? The pay is the same whether you work in the computer repair shop or the computer assembly shop. The only difference is that the repair shop offers more freedom; you can often use door-to-door repairs as an excuse to have some free time. There's also less overtime; things that can't be fixed can be done the next day
, unlike the assembly shop where big orders often require overtime, even all night. This is one of the benefits Xinran left me with. That afternoon, I was struggling with a motherboard when the sales office called to say the boss wanted to see me and asked Tan Dawei and me to go to her office. Arriving at Fang Jing's office, I knocked, and after a "Come in," I opened the door and went in with Tan Dawei. There, I saw Fang Jing, wearing a dark red striped black business suit skirt, rapidly typing on the keyboard behind the computer. She wore small, black-rimmed glasses, and her large, dark eyes peeked out from behind the frames, intently focused on the computer screen. Fang Jing turned her head and glanced at Tan Dawei and me, then gestured with her chin to a row of sofas in front of the desk, saying, "Sit down. Wait a moment, I'll be right back." Tan Dawei and I leaned forward and sat on the edge of the sofa, watching Fang Jing busy at work. I was quickly drawn to her stockinged feet peeking out from under the desk, crossed together. I'd seen those beautiful feet countless times, but I never tired of them. The stockings were black, the curves of her calves were absolutely perfect, and her delicate feet were encased in black high heels with toes partially exposed and heels bare. Her toes were faintly visible, gleaming with a reddish sheen, and her
exquisite heels were fully encased in a thin layer of black stockings. Slightly upwards along the softly protruding outer ankle bone, a delicate gold anklet, also encased in stockings, was faintly visible. Compared to the flesh-colored stockings she usually preferred, the black stockings were far more alluring, and I couldn't help but savor them. When I looked up again, intending to peek between her legs, those beautiful feet had already retreated behind the desk. I looked away, lowered my head, and glanced at the pattern on the rug under the coffee table. Fang Jing gathered a stack of documents from the desk, slammed them onto the table twice, then put them in a file box. Turning to Tan Dawei and me, she said, "I called you here today mainly to discuss the hard drives from Baolan Group. Last time, Baolan Company
bought . Because the hard drive manufacturer made a design error, the computer keeps freezing when booting up, and in severe cases, it can cause data loss." At this point, Fang Jing paused, picked up her water glass, which was covered in various shapes of white rabbits, took a sip, and said, "I'm so thirsty. My life is so miserable." Then she put down the glass, picked up a ballpoint pen, and tapped it repeatedly on the table, continuing her previous conversation. "Baolan installed all those hard drives in their computers. They keep having the same problems I mentioned earlier. The hard drive manufacturer has recently released a patch
to fix it. I won't go into the technical details. Your task for now is to fix Baolan's hard drive problems, while also reassuring the customers, maintaining good relationships, and ensuring they continue to trust us and order from us." "Starting this afternoon, you'll go to Baolan and help them solve the problem. If you can't fix the hard drives, replace them with new ones. Remember to take it seriously. I believe in your ability to handle this. Okay, any other questions?" Fang Jing said, watching us both closely. I knew the hard drive problem was easy to solve; all I needed was a CD with the patch, which could be flashed with the hard drive's BIOS data during a machine restart. I immediately told Tan Dawei that it was no problem, that I would definitely do a good job, maintain good customer relations, and
reassure the leadership. Then, I left the office under Fang Jing's satisfied gaze. "Actually, Manager Fang is still a little worried about you. One person is enough to handle Baolan's hard drive issue. There's no need for two people," Tan Dawei said to me as we walked out. Tan Dawei is a key technical member of the repair department and its de facto leader. He usually handles the most repair tasks and is the busiest. Fang Jing has now dumped this whole mess on him, and although he doesn't say it outwardly, he's actually quite reluctant. "Hey buddy, Manager Fang asked you to come with me, which means she really values this. Who are you? In terms of technical skills in the repair department, if you say you're second, no one dares to claim to be first. Besides, there might be an extra bonus if we do a good job. So, you should work a little
harder and mentor your brother." I didn't want to handle this alone, and seeing that this guy was trying to slip away, I immediately started with flattery and some empty incentive. "Hey Zhao Bo, what are you talking about? Isn't this kind of technical skill something everyone can do? I'm not that good. I bet you'll be better than me in less than six months. So, this time with Baolan, you should do more running around, consider it a learning experience. I'll just provide technical guidance."
"Look, I have a lot on my plate. Go check it out today, and call me if anything comes up. I'm going to the statistics bureau to check their servers. That's all, see you later." Tan Dawei wasn't buying it. He patted my shoulder, shut me down with a few words, and quickly walked back to his repair area. In the repair department, it's common for tasks assigned from above to be reassigned later, so I wasn't surprised by Tan Dawei's attitude. What can you expect from a newbie? Newbies have to be prepared to be taken advantage of. Fortunately, this repair task wasn't heavy, and the technique was simple, so I didn't say anything more. I returned to my work area, checked the model of the hard drive Baolan Company had received, downloaded the hard drive repair patch, burned the image files onto DVDs and CDs, then slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed to the underground parking garage. In the underground garage, I got on my little blue scooter and sped off. Baolan Company's office was in the Kimberly Building, about four or five kilometers from our company. The traffic was heavy, and with large trucks taking advantage of smaller cars, it took me half an hour to reach the Kimberley Building. Before this, I only knew of the Kimberley Building; I'd never
actually been there. The 88-story Kimberley Building stood tall, and I couldn't help but look up. The sunlight streaming through its pointed roof was almost blinding; it was indeed magnificent. Large companies operated there. It was already 3:30 PM, and I didn't have much time left. I saw the sign on the first floor indicating that Baolan Company was on the 68th floor, so I headed towards the elevator. For some reason, many elevators in the lobby were under temporary repair, and the three working elevators were all packed with people. Before I could even get to the front, the elevators were full and went up. Looking at the long line, it seemed I wouldn't be able to get on
an elevator anytime soon. I grew anxious. Another fifteen minutes passed, and the line hadn't thinned out much. I was wondering what to do when I saw several people in suits, clearly high-ranking company executives, walking towards the back of the elevator lobby. A thought struck me—I had an idea. I knew there were several elevators behind that one, usually reserved for company executives. I decided to try my luck there; maybe I could get a seat. So I left the line and walked towards the back of the elevator. Turning a corner, I saw two empty elevators, with only two security guards, one fat and one thin, standing at the doors. I pretended not to see them and walked straight to the elevator, pressing the up button. "Stop. Who are you? If you want to take the elevator, go to the front. This isn't an elevator for you," the fat guard said, blocking my way, his eyes scanning me up and down. "I'm telling you, I have an urgent matter and need to get to Baolan Group immediately. Could you make an exception?" I smiled, trying to ingratiate myself with the guard. "No. Get out. I've seen plenty of people like you. Even if it's urgent, the company leaders are in a hurry. What if we let you in and it delays them? No, please get out. Take the elevator outside and squeeze in," the fat guard said, rolling his eyes at me. "Look, there's no one here right now, right? I'll sit down, it'll be quick. Please bear with me." I saw the elevator stop and was about to slip past the security guard and into the elevator. The security guard grabbed me and threw me out, almost causing me to fall to the ground. "I'm warning you. This is company policy. This elevator is only for senior management. Please leave. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite." The fat security guard said to me fiercely. "Go on. Go squeeze out outside!" Another thin security guard said, continuing to push me out. A sense of humiliation made my anger rise instantly, and I was about to explode when I heard a woman's voice behind me. "What's going on? Why are you pulling and tugging?" I turned around and saw a stylish, sexy, and beautiful woman standing behind me. The two security guards released me and bowed and scraped to the woman, saying, "General Manager Shangguan, hello! This young man doesn't know the rules and wanted to take the elevator inside. We told him it was against the rules, so..." The woman stared at me for a while, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "Are you in a hurry to go up?" the woman asked me, glancing at me a few more times. "Yes." "Then come with me." Amidst the surprised looks of the two security guards, the woman and I entered the elevator. "Thank you!" I said. "You're welcome." The woman pressed a floor button with a slender, delicate finger. I noticed a diamond ring on her ring finger, sparkling brightly. So she was a married woman. I reached out to press a floor button. I saw that the button showed the 68th floor, so I withdrew my hand. Seeing that I was also going to the 68th floor, the woman asked curiously, "Are you going to Baolan Company?" "Yes, I'm here to repair a computer," I said. "Oh." The elevator slowly ascended at a steady pace. The woman stood in front of me without saying anything more. A faint, pleasant perfume scent filled the elevator; it must be the woman's. I've never been immune to beautiful women. After we stopped, I could clearly see the woman's entire body through the smooth, mirror-like stainless steel door that closed opposite me. I couldn't help but stare greedily. Beautiful, truly beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, with an exceptional temperament and charm, like a ripe peach. I couldn't help but gasp. Absolutely stunning! The beauty wore a lace-trimmed, magenta blouse, her full breasts trembling on her chest, their alluring curves incredibly seductive. Oh, so voluptuous! A straight, crisp gray suit skirt hugged her equally rounded hips, those pert
curves... goodness, I really wanted to touch them. Beneath the skirt were a pair of alluring, slender legs, encased in thin, flesh-colored stockings. The stockings were so thin you could see the fine veins on her legs. On her fair feet were fashionable black high heels, judging from
the sheen , they must be made of the finest leather. Oh my god, I'm about to have a nosebleed! Her long, wavy hair was dyed a dark red. Her delicate features were lightly made up. At first glance, she was exquisitely beautiful; at second glance, she seemed intelligent and refined; and upon closer inspection, an indescribable sensuality emanated from that refined intelligence. If one could
masturbate without seeing a woman's naked body, this woman would be the perfect choice. "Damn it, I have to get her picture so I can masturbate every day," I thought to myself, repeatedly marveling at the existence of such a beauty. She was endlessly captivating, an absolute feast for the eyes. She stirred my emotions, almost making me swoon, my lower body throbbing with desire. "God, I give you a hundred points!" I shouted inwardly. I sized up the woman, and she sized me up too. Her gaze first held a hint of surprise, then disbelief, followed by a dismissive acceptance. I didn't know why she looked at me like that. Was I that handsome? The answer was no. A pair of drab gray leather shoes, a wrinkled work uniform with a blue top and black bottom, stained with several indescribable stains; his face had been shaved, but the cheap razor and the
hasty shaving left several stubbles stubbornly standing. Was there something on my face? I subconsciously touched it, then examined it carefully again, confirming there was nothing. Could it be that my unkempt appearance had the opposite effect on this beautiful woman? That must be it! Hey, when did I become able to attract such a stunning beauty? I indulged in endless fantasies, my heart soaring. Suddenly, "ding—," the elevator annoyingly stopped, the doors slowly opening. Reluctantly, I politely pressed the open button, stood by the door, a fragrant breeze wafted by, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath—scented, so fragrant! The beautiful woman stepped out of the elevator, and I followed closely behind. I didn't even have time to figure out which way I was going. I immediately stopped behind the beautiful woman, squatted down pretending to tie my shoelaces, but my eyes were fixed on her swaying, pert buttocks. Wow, she was absolutely gorgeous. I stretched out my five fingers towards her receding buttocks, making a grabbing motion, almost collapsing on the spot.
Her buttocks slowly moved further and further away from me, disappearing around the corner. If you wouldn't let me touch them, but let me look at them for a lifetime, I'd be willing to die, God, I beg you. It took me a while to come back to my senses. What a pity. This is a once- in-a-lifetime

opportunity. I don't know when I'll see her again, maybe never. A strange sadness welled up inside me. I sighed and stood up. Following the map, I found the office area of Baolan Company and pushed open the door. Chapter 7...

As soon as I entered, I saw several female employees in uniform sitting behind a long counter, some answering phones, some writing something, all busy. Behind them stood a large, tall sign with the Baolan Group's name in gilded letters.
The large, flowing characters and the huge company logo set the grand interior, befitting a large corporation. I explained my purpose to a relatively relaxed female employee. She glanced at me, put down her pen, and immediately made a phone call: "Manager Wang, hello! Someone from Deep Blue Computer Company is here, saying they're here to repair computers. Do you think... oh, I see,
I'll take him there... okay, I'll hang up." She stood up, gave me a professional smile, and said, "Our Manager Wang, please come to his office. Please follow me." Walking around the long counter and pushing open a large door, I realized the interior was very spacious. There were far too many people! The company's administrative office alone had fifty or sixty people, not including the finance, human resources, and public relations departments on other floors.
Behind rows of cubicles were busy male and female employees; the men were all wearing suits and ties, and the women were all in business skirts, looking very professional and energetic. Fortunately, the hard drives they brought in last time were only 70 or 80; not all the computers would need them. Walking through the long, cubicle-style office area, the female employee knocked on a door and said, "Manager, someone from the computer company is here." I went in, and the female employee left after me. A short, stout middle-aged man sat behind a huge desk. He seemed to have just finished a phone call. He put down the phone, looked up at me, and said, "You're from Deep Blue Computer Company, right? Come, please have a seat. Let me pour you a cup of tea." "No need, don't be so polite." I stood respectfully, took out a business card from my pocket, and handed it to him with both hands, saying, "Hello, I'm Zhao Bo from the Yufeng District Marketing Department of Deep Blue Computer Company. I'm here today specifically to provide you with services. Please take care of me. This is my business card.
Please feel free to contact me if you need anything in the future. I'll be happy to serve you." The stout manager took the business card with both hands and exchanged a few pleasantries with me. Then we got down to business, discussed some repair matters, and reached an agreement. He took a form from his drawer and said to me, "This is a table showing the distribution and usage of the hard drives our company received last time, allocated to various departments. Just repair them according to this. Be careful not to lose any data; back up important computer data
before repairing." "And for those checked off here, you need my approval before repairing... this, this, and this... I'll find someone to assist you." He leaned over and pointed to the form in my hand. I said I understood. I saw that the first row he pointed to read: Shangguan Yunqing, General Manager, Note: Back up first, then repair. Shangguan? That sounds familiar. Yes, could it be the beautiful woman in the elevator earlier? Was it really her? Then a young man came into the office. After the portly manager gave him some instructions, I was led by him to various locations to begin repairs. Hard drive repairs are actually quick; a computer can be done in less than three to five minutes. But when dealing with important computers where data needs to be backed up first, the repairs are slower. In one afternoon, I only completed half the workload. As the workday drew to a close and employees were packing up, the young man who had been with me received a phone call. He then said to me, "Manager Wang requests your presence in the General Manager's office. He says he needs you to help General Manager Shangguan with some repairs." I said no problem. The young man led me through several turns and stopped in front of a luxurious double-doored building. He explained the situation to a female secretary who was busy behind a desk near the door. During their conversation, I glanced at the secretary.
She was quite attractive, young and fresh-faced, with a pretty face, comparable to the less attractive women in our company. After their conversation, the secretary made a phone call, presumably to report the situation. After hanging up, she invited me in. I was led into an extremely spacious and brightly lit office, and I was immediately stunned. The interior decoration was astonishing, far exceeding my expectations in terms of luxury. Two walls were huge floor-to-ceiling windows, flooding the room with light, and several enormous green plants grew at the other end of the room—yes, they grew directly from the floor! Those plants were almost
as tall as the ceiling. Several enormous bookshelves were nestled among the trees, filled with beautifully bound books of all kinds. Next to the shelves was an elegant ladder, presumably for reaching the books on the higher shelves. Luxurious sofas and chairs were arranged in a pleasingly staggered fashion.
The carpet underfoot was thick and made no sound underfoot. Behind a huge, luxurious desk in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window sat a capable and sexy woman, her head buried in her work. My heart raced. It was her, it really was her, the woman from the elevator. She was signing
something on a stack of documents. I was actually full of doubts. A high-ranking leader like her wouldn't need to meet someone as insignificant as me. She's a super boss many levels above my boss's wife. If I needed her computer repaired, I could have
come . Or I could have temporarily taken the computer out for repair. Why did she specifically call me when she was there? And she was about to leave work. Did she really have a crush on me? Ha, I've hit the jackpot! Let's see who looks down on me now. However, I was still deeply shocked by the spacious and luxurious office. The more I observed, the more I felt an invisible pressure pressing down on me from all directions. For a moment, I became a little nervous. "Please have a seat," she said, closing the file and pointing to a chair in front of the desk. I went over, took out my business card, recited the greeting I knew by heart, and handed it to her. She looked at me, took the card, and I sat down. The secretary poured a cup of tea, placed it in front of me, and then left. "Zhao Bo. Repair Engineer, Marketing Department, Yufeng District, Deep Blue Computer Company," she read from my business card, then looked up at me. Her gaze was intelligent and sharp, making me feel as if she had taken a picture of me with an X-ray machine, exposing every detail. Although it was just a very ordinary and polite look, I still became more nervous for no reason
. "Engineer is just a title. I don't deserve it. I'm just a small repairman," I replied softly. After I finished speaking, my heart started pounding. For some reason, I became increasingly nervous. I subconsciously and awkwardly wiped my hands; they were slightly sweaty. These days, who doesn't use some fancy tricks on their business cards? Even a regular salesperson can write "Sales Manager" or something similar. "Engineer"? It's all fluff and not worth much anyway. But this business card made me feel somewhat embarrassed. To be honest, I felt a sense of pressure from the moment I entered the office, a pressure that suffocated me. I'd never seen such a magnificent office before. I'd never truly had face-to-face contact with such a high-ranking leader, let alone a
super boss who was absolutely stunning. When someone is in a situation where everything—the environment, the people, the things—is far superior to anything they've ever encountered, far beyond their past experience, they feel uneasy, and a sense of inferiority arises for no reason. And for a nobody like me, this situation really...
This exceeded my expectations. I admit I'm too inexperienced; perhaps I'm really not cut out for great things. I felt uneasy and a little sad, a growing anxiety threatening to intensify. The fantasies I had when I first entered vanished in an instant. No matter how I tried to control myself, it was futile; my heart was pounding, practically leaping out of my chest. I had to tense up, being extremely careful and alert, afraid that even the slightest movement might hurt my fragile self-esteem. "Hello! My name is Shangguan Yunqing. It's a pleasure to meet you." She must have noticed my unease, because she stood up from her large executive chair, smiling as she extended a fair hand to me. I was startled and immediately stood up, wiping my hands on my wrinkled clothes before grasping that soft, boneless hand. She gently shook my hand in return. Smiling at me, she sat back down in her chair. Good heavens, I touched her hand! But I felt none of the excitement I had felt when I first saw her. Instead, I was filled with regret for wiping my hands on my clothes. "Sit down. You don't want to stand here talking to me like this, do you?" she said, still smiling. Ah, I snapped out of my daze. Oh, I sat down again. I hated myself even more for my behavior. I picked up my teacup and gulped it down in a few large mouthfuls, trying to hide my unease and awkwardness. "Don't be nervous, I'm not a tiger, I won't eat you. Let me refill your tea." She stood up, smiling, and extended her hand again. I stood up awkwardly and handed her the teacup. She took the teacup and turned to pour the tea. After sitting down, I took a few deep breaths while she wasn't looking at me. I was going to die. The excessive awkwardness and tension made my nerves feel like they were about to snap. In that moment of
turning around , I tried to calm myself down and steady my mind. When my breathing calmed down a bit, I realized that my back was soaked with sweat. My clothes felt cool against my back, and my shoulder muscles ached inexplicably. Was it really that bad? I was dizzy. "Would you like some milk?" she asked, refilling her tea a short distance behind me. "No, thank you," I replied instinctively as I turned to look at her. It wasn't good to talk to her with my back turned. "Just add a little, it'll taste better that way," she said, adding some milk and a spoonful of sugar to her teacup without waiting for my reply. Then, stirring it, she walked towards me. The spoon clinked against the cup. She handed me the tea she had prepared, and I stood up, bowed slightly, took the cup, and thanked her. She sat back down, tidied her desk, and then said to me, "Come sit here and do your work. I'll have a cup of tea. You go about your business,
don't worry about me." I said "Okay," and was about to put down the tea I hadn't yet drunk on the table and walk over. But then I suddenly felt that would be impolite. I withdrew the teacup I had already extended, took a sip, and found it sweet and smooth, quite delicious. That sip
brought a sense of comfort, and my mood inevitably lightened. After I finished my tea, she also left her desk. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her walk to a long row of semi-reclining leather sofas behind me and sit down. I turned slightly to the side and saw her pour herself a cup of tea and start drinking it, while flipping through
a very glamorous magazine, probably about fashion or clothing. I quickly put down my teacup and immediately went over to sit in the seat she had been sitting in. I put my handbag on the table. Wow, so comfortable, no wonder it's the boss's throne. Suddenly, I felt a heat that wasn't mine on my buttocks. In an instant,
my lower body reacted. Good heavens, that was the body temperature of a super boss! Whew, I felt a surge of excitement, as if struck by lightning. I savored the warm flow, inhaling the lingering fragrance of her body after she left, completely intoxicated. It was wonderful; even the gods couldn't experience this. So good, so incredibly good. Until the heat and my body temperature merged into one, becoming indistinguishable, I took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and composed myself. I took out a new hard drive and some tools, like a screwdriver, and placed them on the table. I
removed the entire computer case from under the table, placed it on the table, opened the side panel, inserted the new hard drive, connected it, and then reconnected the case. I turned it on and started copying all the data from the old hard drive to the new one. There was a lot of data, so it wouldn't be finished quickly. Now, I had nothing to do. I picked up a screwdriver, unsure what to do. I'd been sitting with my back slightly hunched forward, and now I realized the aches and pains in my back from the tension were still there, spreading throughout my body. I wanted to lean
back , but I didn't have the courage. "It's better to stay in this slouching position," I thought to myself. I saw the cup of tea across the table and leaned forward to reach for it. This was brewed by a beautiful woman; I couldn't waste it. The tea was a little cold, but I enjoyed the warmth. After a few smackings of my lips, I looked up towards where the woman was sitting. I noticed she was comfortably reclining on the sofa, her arms outstretched on the backrest, one hand
tapping leisurely. Her legs were crossed, the top leg swaying slightly, her ankle occasionally twisting gently, the pointed high heel wobbling. She looked very comfortable and relaxed. I looked into her eyes and realized that her starry eyes were looking at me, her face smiling gently like a peach blossom. Oh dear, so she had been watching me the whole time. I smiled at her awkwardly and took a big gulp of tea. "Is the tea cold?" she said without responding to my smile. Then she walked towards me with the teapot. I said "No, thank you!" several times. But she still came to me, so I had no choice but to finish my tea and hand it to her. A stream of hot tea flowed from the teapot into the teacup
. "Are you done?" she asked. "Not yet? I'm still backing up the data. It might take another ten minutes or so," I said, glancing at the progress bar on the computer. "Oh," she replied, putting the teapot on the table and then sitting sideways on the edge of the table. Her short skirt rode up quite a bit as she sat down. Suddenly, a section of her thigh in flesh-colored stockings, almost visible at the top, swayed very close to my eyes. Those delicate ankles deliberately straightened, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally pointing directly at my groin
. For a moment, time stood still. My blood surged, my eyes widened in lust, and the blood in my body almost burst from my nostrils. My breathing became rapid and labored, and my groin instantly bent at a 90-degree angle. My God, was this some kind of torture? I quickly averted my gaze
. Instinctively, I gulped down a large mouthful of tea. My God, I almost jumped up from the heat! My mouth was full of scalding tea; I couldn't spit it out, I couldn't swallow it. Finally, I quickly swallowed the tea, and a sensation of my tongue being almost burned came over me. I involuntarily spat it out.
I stuck out my tongue a couple of times. Looks like I'm in for a few days of trouble. I cursed inwardly. "Hehe." The beautiful woman laughed. Her laughter was as melodious as silver bells, while my heart was like a small boat in a stormy sea, almost capsizing on the spot. Then she casually picked up a pen from the table, repeatedly putting it down and picking it up again, flipping it on the table, making a "thump-thump" sound. Then she continued to stare at me and said casually, "Mr. Zhao, let's chat. Is this what you're doing after graduation?" Mr. Zhao? I was stunned. "Yes." I quickly calmed my surging heart. "Where did you graduate from?" "N University." "Oh, a prestigious university, not bad." She seemed a little polite and excited, then said, "Can I ask a personal question? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." "Go ahead and ask." "Do you have a girlfriend?" Huh! This question... "No." I answered quickly. "Really not?" "Really not!" "I had one before, but it wasn't too much." I quickly added. "Oh," she said, "You're busy." She put down that agonizingly large leg, turned, and walked out. I must be so boring, I thought bitterly. Couldn't she even say one more word? What a beautiful boss. I pinched my thigh until it ached terribly. Suddenly, all the lights in the room turned on automatically. I glanced at the time display in the lower right corner of my computer. It was already past 6:30, well past closing time. I looked out the other floor-to-ceiling window; it was already dark. The beautiful woman stood before the glass, arms crossed, gazing out the window, seemingly lost in thought. Her full breasts, prominently displayed above her crossed arms, created an alluring silhouette against the darkness outside, illuminated by the indoor lights—truly breathtaking, a rare beauty. I sighed. Only in such a dimly lit setting could I involuntarily indulge in fantasies. Ugh, how pathetic! Just then, an iPhone 3GS rang on the table. The beautiful woman heard it, put down her hands, walked over, picked up the phone, answered it, and hummed as she walked to the other end of the room, disappearing into the green vegetation. After a while, I saw that the computer showed the data copying was complete. I shut down the computer, removed the hard drive with the copied data, and quickly reassembled the computer. I put the DVD containing the patch image file into the burner, pressed the computer's boot button, and in DOS
mode, flashed the patch data onto the hard drive's BIOS. It went smoothly, and the computer didn't encounter any other unexpected problems. I checked it again; it was done. I packed up my tools, picked up the hard drive with the copied data, and walked towards the green plants. I needed to get out of there
quickly ; this place was oppressive. I walked past a tall bookshelf and saw the beautiful woman in a corner, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, still answering the phone call she had just had. I had no choice but to stop, and I heard… “…I’ve really made up my mind…Xin Xin’s family has been incredibly kind to our family, you could say they’ve done us a great favor, and she and I are such good friends. How can I just ignore her now? As long as there’s a glimmer of hope, I’ll
try …No need to say more, I’ll know what I’m doing…” “…Okay, that’s settled then. I’m relieved to hear you say that…Okay, bye.” The beautiful woman hung up the phone, turned around, saw me, and froze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your call, I just got here. Here, take this.” I said, handing her the hard drive. “This is the data from your computer. Consider it a backup. Keep it safe. We discussed this during the repair; all computers requiring backups are given the hard drives with the data copied after repair. We can’t take them away; this is to prevent your company
’s data from being leaked.” I continued to explain. “Oh. I understand. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhao.” She took the hard drive and said. "No, it's nothing, it's just my job. If you have any computer problems in the future, just come to me. I'm in charge of computer maintenance here now. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." I said politely. "Thank you for the tea, it was very good. Goodbye." I said again, turning to leave. "Wait." The beautiful woman called out to me. I stopped. "I...I wanted to invite you to dinner. To thank you for your thoughtful service to our company." The beautiful woman looked at me with her big, bright eyes, her face beaming with a warm invitation. Huh...inviting me to dinner? @#%@￥%%……&& For a moment, I couldn't react. Is this for real? I...Huh...I'm dizzy. "...No need, this...I...I'd better not. I can handle it myself. It's getting late. You see..." "Come on. It's just a meal, is it that hard? Are you afraid I'll eat you? Kid, aren't you afraid I'll talk to your head office leader, and you'll be in for it tomorrow? Even if your leader invites me, I might not go." The beautiful woman interrupted me, saying, "Come on." I'm dizzy. Did a pie fall from the sky? I touched my head, no. I scratched my head for a long time. "Look, I'm dressed like this... I'm afraid..." I looked at her helplessly and said. "It's okay. I don't mind, what's there to be afraid of?" she said nonchalantly, "Your clothes are work clothes, much more elegant than mine. I like them. Let's go." Helpless, I could only walk and follow behind her.

Chapter 8 Introducing a Beauty Leaves Me

Speechless All the Way. We took the elevator to the underground parking garage. I saw a black Mercedes S600 next to a man in a black suit standing respectfully. When the man saw the beauty approaching, he opened the back door of the car and lowered his head. He must be the beauty's driver. The beauty turned to me and said, "Did you drive here?" "Yes. My car is over there." I pointed to the little scooter with its peeling paint, parked not far from the Mercedes. "Oh." The beauty looked in the direction I pointed, then thought for a moment, and then said to me, "Okay. Give me your car keys." I didn't know what she wanted. I handed her the keys. She took them and turned to the driver, saying, "Go get that electric scooter. I'll drive myself today." "Where do you live?" she asked, turning back to me. Through the conversation, I understood what the beautiful woman meant. "Oh. No need, I'll drive there myself. No need to trouble yourself," I said hastily. "Just tell me the address, I'll go myself." "Just listen to me. Look at the time. You won't get there in an hour. The place we're going to is quite far. Aren't you hungry? I'm starving. Tell me where you live quickly. I'll have the driver take your scooter there. I'll take you home later," the beautiful woman said to me, her tone slightly reproachful. Just then, my stomach rumbled loudly, so loudly that the beautiful woman standing a few steps away could hear it. She raised the back of her hand and lightly touched her nose, chuckling. Ugh, I'm having another bout of bad breath. Reluctantly, I gave her my address and told the driver to leave the keys with the security guard, thanking him in return. I walked around the front of the car, opened the front door of the Mercedes, and got in. The beautiful woman started the engine, lightly pressed the accelerator, and the Mercedes slowly drove out of the parking lot, quickly merging into the flow of traffic. The woman focused on driving, without saying a word. Taking advantage of a red light, she turned on the radio, and the weather forecast came on, saying that the weather would turn cold this week, with moderate to heavy rain. Then came soothing music. After the red light, the car
continued to move forward. I didn't dare ask where we were going and sat obediently. But this was the first time I had ever ridden in a Mercedes. The car was very stable; I could barely hear the wheels rolling. The interior was also very luxurious. I curiously stole glances, not wanting her to know that I had never even ridden in a Mercedes before
. As I stole glances, I started to think. What was this beautiful boss up to? Such enthusiasm was a bit too much for a lowly employee like me. Her enthusiasm made me terrified of her true intentions. The stark contrast between us made me abandon any hope that this beautiful woman would actually be interested in me; that would be like Fan Bingbing
taking the initiative last night – impossible! What, then, would this woman need? More precisely, what would she want from a man like me? Don't give me that nonsense about love at first sight; such empty, frivolous feelings don't exist for me. What does this woman need
, something every man has? A penis, that's it. Does she know mine is larger than average? Ugh, does she really want to devour me? It seems the current law only recognizes men raping women, not women raping men. Am I going to be devoured by her, without even a chance to appeal? A flurry of wild thoughts made me feel like I was on a pirate ship, as if I'd fallen into a trap set by a beautiful woman, an invisible net already spread out, waiting for its prey to fall in. My prey had no chance to escape, struggle, or resist.
The feeling of being at the mercy of the butcher, like fish on a chopping board, made me incredibly anxious. People say women in their thirties are like wolves, in their forties like tigers, and beyond that, they're like animals ready to devour anything. Has she already reached that point at her age? Is she so hungry that she won't even spare a fledgling like me? Look at this beautiful woman's demeanor, her every move, her intelligent and alluring gaze—not only is she incredibly charming, but her omnipresent mature allure is irresistible to any man. She definitely doesn't possess the qualities of a woman in her twenties; she looks to be thirty. But her
skin, as smooth and delicate as jade, doesn't look like that at all. Even a young girl like Sun Qian would be envious. If I were to be seduced by her, I think even a god would be willing. "To die beneath the peony blossoms, even as a ghost, is still romantic." I now have a deeper understanding of this old saying. My eyes darted to the steering wheel, where two sexy, flesh-colored stockings clung to her thighs, smooth and glossy, rising and falling with each press of the accelerator and brake. My heart was completely captivated. To hell with it, I'll go for it. Eat me? Fine, I'll eat you then. A one-night stand, huh? I'll give up. To be eaten by such a stunning beauty, I'd die happy. For a moment, countless fantasies flooded my mind, imagining every possibility of being taken advantage of by this beauty, each one incredibly ecstatic. While I was lost in my boundless daydreams, the car entered the ring road, and the traffic thinned out. The beauty finally had a brief respite. "Mr. Zhao, I'd like to treat you to seafood tonight, what do you think?" the beauty asked. "Okay," I replied instinctively. Although I wasn't as nervous as before as I'd spent more time with her, I was still a little reserved. "Don't be so reserved. Actually, I'm really happy to have met you today," the beauty said. Soon, the car stopped in front of a magnificent, brightly lit restaurant. We got out of the car, and the beautiful woman handed the car keys to a valet. The car was quickly driven away. I looked at the sign: Yikoufu Restaurant. We went inside, and all the way, we heard, "General Manager Shangguan, welcome!" They seemed to be regulars. But the way they looked at me was quite surprised, as if I were a monster. We went into a private room and sat down. She quickly ordered the dishes. Soon, a table full of dishes was served. There were many dishes, including shark fin and abalone. In the middle was a huge lobster, which I had never eaten before, and I didn't know where to start. It seemed she was going to feed me first, and then slowly devour it. The beautiful woman sat opposite me, smiled, and said "please" before elegantly starting to eat. A mouthful of glistening rice was placed in her clear, rosy mouth, which she chewed slowly, looking so appetizing that I swallowed several times. Even
eating was so sensual and alluring. If there were any man in the world willing to be swallowed whole by her like a grain of rice, I think no one would refuse. After a while, I began to devour the table full of delicacies. If I were to be a grain of rice, I would be the most translucent and plump one, I thought to myself. Before long, the beautiful woman finished eating. She put down her chopsticks, picked up a wine glass with one hand to sip her red wine, and rested the other hand under her arm, watching me leisurely. Her gaze made me feel that she was admiring her prey. I was only seven-tenths full. Now that I had considered the worst-case scenario and was willing to accept it, I had no more reservations, and my nerves were no longer tense. One-night stand, huh? I'll eat first. I didn't care about table manners, my chopsticks flying as I quickly picked up food and shoved it into my mouth, chewing
greedily , my mouth full of juice—it must have looked terrible. Soon, I was full. He chewed the last large mouthful of lobster meat, his cheeks bulging, and swallowed it with a large gulp of red wine. Then, staring at the scattered lobster shells on the table, he said, "Speak, General Manager Shangguan. Kill me or do with me as you please. This hundred-
odd pounds of meat is yours today, do with it as you please." He spoke with an air of righteous indignation, but inwardly he thought, "Soon I'll be like this lobster on the table, all the meat gone, leaving only some inedible shells." Suddenly, a loud burp came from his mouth. "Haha." The beautiful woman burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth. "You're hilarious! You're so funny." "Well, Mr. Zhao, what makes me look like a tiger? Why do you always treat me like one?" The woman suppressed her laughter and continued, "Also, don't call me General Manager Shangguan. This is private time. Call me Yun Qing, it's more intimate." Intimate? Trying to add some spice, huh? Fine, as you wish. "Miss Yunqing, tell me, why did you invite me to dinner, and what do you want me to do? Don't tell me it's to thank me for my service to your company. There must be something else." I decided to cut to the chase. "Okay, Mr. Zhao. It seems you're quite intelligent. Since you put it that way, let's talk." Yunqing said, "Before we get to the point, I'd like to confirm one more thing: you really don't have a girlfriend?" "Is it important? Is it important to you?" I said. "It's important!" You're afraid I have a girlfriend to bother you, right? "Really, I don't. I used to have one, but we broke up a few months ago, and she ran off with a rich man." I said casually, a hint of loneliness creeping into my heart. "Oh. Okay then. Let's be friends. Because the following topic is only for friends. Are you willing?" Yunqing looked at me, her eyes showing seriousness. "Miss Yunqing, of course I'm willing. It would be a blessing from three lifetimes to be friends with you. I'm honored to be your friend." I said. But in my heart, I thought, is it really necessary to go through all this trouble? "You keep asking if I have a girlfriend, and saying we should be friends first. If I were you, I'd have eaten you up already." "Zhao Liang. Nice to meet you. We're friends now. Just call me Wenqing, don't call me 'Miss,' it sounds awful." She extended her fair, delicate hand to me. "Yun Qing. Hello, nice to be friends with you." I walked across and gently shook her hand. "Sit down next to me. Let's talk closer." She seemed pleased. "Okay," I replied, sitting down next to her. "Zhao Liang. I'd like to introduce you to a friend. Would you like to?" Yun Qing said. Hearing this, I was a little surprised; it seemed different from what I had expected. "Male or female?" "Female. A beauty, a very beautiful woman. I'm sure you'll like meeting her." "Introduce me to your girlfriend?" "That depends on your ability. Getting her is your good fortune." Yun Qing stared at me as she spoke. "Such a good girl. What have I done to deserve her?" I took a sip of my drink and said. "As for why, let me tell you a story first." She also took a sip of her drink. Then I heard a poignant love story: Three years ago, a girl named Xue Xinxin met a captain in the special forces, Xiao Liang, in the spring when peach blossoms were in bloom. They fell in love, their love was intense.
That autumn, when the branches were laden with fruit, they also plucked the fruit of their love and walked into the wedding hall. However, on their wedding night, an armed rebellion broke out in the west, and the groom was urgently recalled to the front lines. That same night, an accident
occurred; to protect a soldier, the groom was shot multiple times and died on the spot. "Their acquaintance was simple; the girl was a medic in the special forces," Yun Qingyou continued softly. "Because the blow was too great, Xinxin retired that year and now works at the affiliated hospital of N City Medical University as a cardiothoracic surgeon." After hearing this poignant true story, I was naturally moved. Of course, I have a heart too. Especially since both the bride and groom were soldiers, my heart ached when the groom sacrificed his life for his country and the bride became a widow. I am just a nobody, perhaps an insignificant speck of dust in this materialistic society, but I am also a member of the great family of my motherland, and I deeply love my country. I once posted on a military forum: "If war breaks out in the South China Sea,
I will donate a month's salary; if war breaks out for national reunification, I will donate a year's salary; if war breaks out with Japan, I will donate my life." However, compared to the groom who died for his country, what is my little statement? And that poor bride is truly heartbreaking. My heart felt heavy. So I excused myself to go to the restroom to sort out my somewhat chaotic emotions. I washed my face, looked up, and saw my square face in the mirror, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, sharp features and resolute lines. I thought to myself, although I am a nobody, I earn my own living and have made some contribution to society. Although I am lustful, I am harmless to society. However, my ability to support myself and indulge in womanizing today is all thanks to the sacrifices of heroes. A
feeling of remembrance and respect for these heroes welled up within me, and my heart warmed with gratitude.

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