My Wife is a Mistress 1-13

My Wife is a Mistress
Published on 2006/06/24 by: Lamb
Word Count: 42,000 Chapters: Currently 13
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"Brother Mao, come to my bar tonight and have fun! Several pretty girls want to see you! Hehe!" His lewd laughter came from the phone, hoarse and unpleasant like the cough of a jackal.
Zhong the Fat guy's real name was Zhong Zhichao. He'd been my classmate since elementary school. The chubby guy was honest and kind, but he just didn't like studying. Unlike me, who always buried myself in books, he was always last in his class—elementary, middle, and high school—his pitiful education was entirely due to his wealthy father's real estate investments. For him, who loved to play and have fun, studying was nothing short of torture. After graduating high school, he finally couldn't take it anymore and asked his family for money, then went out to "start his own business," disappearing without a trace. Unexpectedly, after I graduated from university and started working, I ran into him again in this beautiful seaside city. By then, he was the owner of a well-known bar called "Tianhe Bar." It's like meeting an old friend in a foreign land; this guy was incredibly enthusiastic towards me, frequently inviting me to his bar. "Ah, thanks, but I have to spend time with my wife today. Maybe next time," I politely declined with a smile. What a joke! I'd just received my first month's salary and was preparing to spend a wonderful, romantic evening with my dearest girlfriend, Chen Wen! "Wow, Mao, you're such a great man of the new era!" the fat guy said sourly. "You and your wife are a perfect match, a match made in heaven!" "Hehe, that might sound a bit like flattery, but it's not entirely wrong," I couldn't help but feel a little proud.
My name is Lü Mao, I'm 22 years old, and I just graduated from university in July. In this society where master's and doctoral degrees are everywhere, although I only have a bachelor's degree, the university I attended was a nationally renowned prestigious university—Qinghe University, and my major was one of Qinghe University's top programs—Computer Science and Technology. That's why I found a well-paying job with great potential at a Fortune 500 multinational company. But what makes me even happier and prouder is that I also have an outstanding girlfriend who loves me very much.
My girlfriend, Chen Wen, is a gentle and graceful yet very intelligent and capable girl. We met during a club activity in our freshman year of college. At the time, she was studying at Pingjing University, which was next to our school. From our first meeting, I was attracted by her pure and beautiful appearance. As we got to know each other better, I discovered that this girl with shoulder-length hair and a pair of bright, watery eyes was an extremely pure and kind-hearted beauty. Faced with this girl who was equally ethereal inside and out, I couldn't help but develop a deep affection for her. After learning that she was the most beautiful girl in the English Department of Pingjing University, a place known for its beautiful women, I didn't back down. Instead, I stood out from a large group of enthusiastic suitors with my sincere love and excellent character, and finally won her heart. Our romance in the ivory tower was always sweet and harmonious, the only regret being that every now and then, there would be boys trying to steal her away. From upperclassmen to fresh-faced underclassmen, from poor farm boys to wealthy young masters, from male teachers on campus to CEOs of companies outside the university… if you lined up all the men who pursued her, the queue would stretch from our school library to the west gate of the campus. Regarding these persistent and endless suitors, I went from initial wariness and disgust to eventual numbness and helplessness. What could I do? My girlfriend was just so beautiful! Even I, who always considered myself upright and was called a paragon of virtue by my classmates, was often swayed by her alluring appearance and succumbed to temptation. She possessed an exquisitely beautiful, innocent face, her alluring cherry-like lips slightly upturned like those of a pure fawn. The full, glossy lips made me constantly want to suckle them, savoring the fragrant saliva that ignited my blood. She was 1.68 meters tall; while most tall women don't have particularly large breasts, Xiaowen had a 36D. If she wore a slightly tight top, her fullness would practically burst out. Her slender waist was so delicate it seemed I could barely encircle it, making me afraid of breaking it when I embraced her. Then there were her round, pert buttocks and long, straight legs. It was truly irresistible. Most captivating was her already alluring, curvaceous figure, further enhanced by her snow-white, delicate skin, as smooth and supple as the moon, a body of flesh so soft it seemed to melt in water—a paradise every man dreams of. Of course, at this moment, it was a paradise only for me. Faced with a diverse array of suitors, many of whom were outstanding and capable, Xiaowen always managed to politely and firmly reject them, cherishing our relationship.
She once told me, "In life and death, we are bound together. I will only ever fall in love once in my life. Therefore, I am destined to love only you in this life. I don't value your money or your status; I value you as a person." I am grateful to heaven for giving me such a devoted and loyal girlfriend. After all, in this materialistic society, girls with such prudent and unwavering integrity are becoming increasingly rare. Most of the men who pursued her were captivated by Xiaowen's captivating beauty—a blend of charm and innocence—but only I understand that what makes my girl truly admirable is her noble and pure character. Sometimes I even wish my beautiful girlfriend were a little less conventionally attractive.
Thinking of this, I dialed her number. "Sorry, the user you are calling is switched off or has left the service area. Please try again later... Sorry, their number..." I closed my phone in disappointment. Strange, she should have her phone on by now. I couldn't help but wonder. I had wanted to have a long phone call with my wife, but now that I couldn't get through, I was getting a little bored. So, while transferring buses, I bought an evening newspaper to read on the bus. After reading the sports and entertainment sections, I suddenly saw this news: "Former County Head Huang Gang, Suspect in Embezzlement and Misappropriation of Huge Sums of Funds, Arrested and Returned to Justice." Huang Gang? Isn't that the old geezer who went on a drunken rampage at Fatty's Tianhe Bar last month? So he's a corrupt official, no wonder... I couldn't help but smile mockingly. What?! He embezzled and misappropriated a huge sum of public funds, reaching 1.5 billion RMB?! I could never earn that much money in my entire life! It was all embezzled by that smelly old man with the bulbous nose and crooked mouth! I couldn't help but curse inwardly. Taxpayers' hard-earned money had been plundered like this—these people are vermin of the country! They deserve to die! In my anger, I forgot to hold onto the handrail, and the bus braked suddenly, catching me off guard and causing me to fall forward. Luckily, the bus was crowded, and I managed to land on the person in front of me. I felt something soft yet resilient against my face, and smelled a delicate fragrance, like the pleasant feeling of being in Xiaowen's arms. Before I could recover from my reverie, I heard a embarrassed "humph," followed by a sharp pain in my waist. "Ouch!" I jerked away. I then saw a beautiful young woman standing before me, her
face flushed with anger. Her bright eyes were filled with a terrifying rage, and her full breasts heaved violently—the very place where I had just been lost in my ecstasy. Seeing her in her school uniform and carrying her backpack, I realized I had accidentally pounced on this pretty schoolgirl. Seeing me still staring at her chest, she gave a sharp, coquettish scolding, "Pervert!" As soon as she finished speaking, everyone on the bus stared at me, their sharp, cold gazes sending chills down my spine. But it was definitely my fault, so I could only awkwardly wave my hand and give an embarrassed smile in apology. "These young men nowadays, they're quite handsome...sigh, you can never judge a book by its cover," some passengers began to say veiled insults. Under the immense pressure of public opinion and the girl's fierce gaze, I hurriedly got off at the next stop.
I called Xiaowen again. This time she finally answered. "Hello? Is this your wife?" Hearing her familiar, sweet voice on the other end of the line, I couldn't help but feel excited.
"Ah? Still working overtime at the company?... All night? Honey, don't overwork yourself... What kind of accounting firm is this? They don't treat their employees like human beings!... Okay, okay, of course I support your career, honey!... Yes, I love you too!" I ended the conversation somewhat disappointedly, feeling a little dejected. Xiaowen is an independent and capable modern woman, very dedicated to her career. The foreign accounting firm she works for is known in the industry for its excellent reputation and high workload. To respect her work, it seems I'll have to spend the night alone again. Then I suddenly realized that the stop I got off at wasn't far from Xiaowen's apartment. We don't live together yet, but we each have a key to the other's apartment. Thinking of this, I decided to be a good stay-at-home husband, tidy up her apartment, and prepare a hearty breakfast for her when she returns tired.
"Action speaks louder than words," I thought, and headed towards her apartment. I jogged to Xiaowen's door, when I suddenly heard faint moans. "Wow, who's watching porn this loud?" I frowned. I took out my key, unlocked the door, and went inside. The room was filled with that familiar, sweet fragrance, but there seemed to be something else. I unconsciously slowed my pace, reaching the bedroom door. Xiaowen's boudoir should have been filled with a delicate fragrance, but now, a faint, pungent smell of leather wafted from the half-open door. "My goddess, punish your slave!" Suddenly, a man's pleading voice echoed from the bedroom.
I was startled; that voice belonged to my boss, Tian Yong! He was a rising star in the company, a supposedly returned overseas student, very opinionated at work, and a very assertive figure in both management and decision-making. But now, he was groaning in my girlfriend's bedroom in a strange tone. A strong sense of unease welled up inside me. For some reason, I didn't go straight into Xiaowen's bedroom, but instead peeked through the crack in the door. My God! My boss, Tian Yong, was lying naked on the floor of my girlfriend's bedroom like a male dog! From the side, he looked somewhat bloated, with a large, protruding belly, and I could vaguely see the black body hair on his stomach. His bare back glistened with sweat, and there seemed to be several red welts.
Tian Yong struggled to lift his head from the floor, panting heavily, and said in an unusually excited, trembling voice, "Goddess, let me lick your sacred cunt!" Then, I saw a black leather whip lash out hard across Tian Yong's back! "Ah—!" Tian Yong screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Because the crack in the door was so narrow, I couldn't see who was whipping him, but I clearly saw a new, deep red welt slowly forming on Tian Yong's back. It seemed to be oozing blood slightly.
"Goddess! Please forgive me..." Tian Yong's face was contorted with pain, but he still pleaded, "Then could I lick your noble toes?" This time, however, he didn't receive a whip. The room was silent for a moment. Then I saw Tian Yong's face light up with joy. He eagerly crawled forward like a lowly animal. His grotesque behavior left me speechless.
Seeing him disappear from my sight through the crack in the door, I grew a little impatient and gently pushed the door open a little more. Now I could finally see clearly. What came into view was a black figure shimmering with a seductive allure. My God! I couldn't believe my eyes! Was that woman really my pure and lovely girlfriend, Xiao Wen? But her breathtakingly beautiful face clearly revealed her identity. Why, then, would she only wear such lewd and perverse tight-fitting leather lingerie in front of outsiders? The leather was black, with only a corset and an extremely low-cut, high-waisted bra on the upper body. The glossy black leather clung tightly to Xiaowen's creamy, smooth skin, making her already 36D breasts appear even more breathtakingly full, with most of her swollen breasts exposed, the tender white flesh making any man's mouth water. The lower body clothing was even more obscene; the tight leather top led out several black straps at Xiaowen's slender waist, crossing her round, white thighs, and securing the other end with metal buckles to black stockings. The stockings were ultra-thin and transparent, barely concealing the smooth skin of Xiaowen's legs. Their black sheen and alluring texture were dizzying. On her feet were a pair of almost completely open-toed, sexy high heels, revealing her toes. The few thin black straps wrapped around her perfect arch, exposing her ten delicate toes and graceful instep. However, Xiaowen's beautiful face remained expressionless, her aura pure and noble, like an angel detached from the world. Yet, she wore such provocative and lewd clothing—a stark contrast that would set any man's blood boiling. I felt my own lower body involuntarily harden.
My dear girlfriend was playing such an intense erotic sadomasochistic game with my boss behind my back! Why was this happening? For a moment, I was at a loss. Suddenly, I saw a slightly dazed look on my beautiful girlfriend Xiaowen's face. Looking down again… It turned out that Tianye, lying on the ground, was frantically licking Xiaowen's delicate toes with his thick, fleshy tongue!
Perhaps because Tianye was licking so hard, even I, outside the door, could hear the slurping sounds coming from my girlfriend's toes. Xiaowen's slender toes curled slightly under Tianye's frenzied, lewd tongue, covered in his foul-smelling saliva. Xiaowen's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly; was that expression one of shame? Or enjoyment? I wasn't sure. "Goddess, let me drink some of your delicious urine!" Tianye raised his head, panting, his fiery gaze fixed on Xiaowen, shamelessly saying. "Crack!" Another crisp crack of a whip. I saw a blush appear on my girlfriend's face. Had she also fallen in love with this perverse sadomasochistic game? I thought, utterly distraught. Suddenly, the situation in the room changed drastically. Tianye, who had been lying on the floor like a mangy dog, abruptly stood up and shoved the unsuspecting Chen Wen onto the bed! "What a beautiful body! Goddess, forgive me! I can't hold back!! I want to make love to you!! I want to insert my big cock into your warm, wet pussy! To make you guzzle your most wanton juices!! I want to ejaculate in your womb!! I want you to give birth to my child!!!" Tianye said hurriedly as he pressed Chen Wen down and frantically caressed her body. Chen Wen struggled violently, but for the obese Tianye, this only further aroused his teasing.
Xiao Wen, shout! Curse him! Rebuke him! I shouted loudly in my heart. But the only response I received was the excited breathing of two people, overlapping with the sound of their bodies. Xiao Wen, why didn't you shout for help?!? In that instant, it felt as if the whole world had collapsed, the moment my beloved girlfriend Chen Wen gave up resisting! Unable to accept my girlfriend's betrayal, I lost my temper and grabbed a nearby alloy baseball bat. I kicked open the door and rushed inside! Chen Wen, lying on the bed, was the first to see me. To my surprise, her eyes showed not a trace of fear or panic. She just stared at me blankly as I walked towards the adulterous couple on the bed. When the hard baseball bat struck Tian Ye's back hard, I gave him an unparalleled ecstasy he had never experienced in SM. He screamed and rolled to the side, his expression panicking when he saw my ferocious face.
"No...no...ah!!" I ignored his pleas and brought the bat down again. I glanced at Chen Wen beside me; her eyes were glazed, as if she had suffered a great shock. But I thought I was the one who had suffered an even greater shock. However, when I saw the bloodstains on the bat, I had some doubts. With my final swing, I aimed at Tianye's ugly head. Like a baseball batter preparing for a swing, I tested the stance first, then swung the bat with all my might. "No!" Chen Wen, who had been standing by, finally snapped out of her daze, seemingly realizing something was wrong, and screamed to stop me. Enraged, I swung the bat even harder. Then I swung it with all my might! After a muffled thud, I heard my beloved girlfriend's heart-wrenching scream! I had actually hit Chen Wen!! To save that shameless man, at the last moment, she hastily stretched out her leg, using her own body to block my thunderous blow! I stood there dumbfounded, staring at Chen Wen's broken leg, completely lost in thought.
"Husband...I'm sorry...don't kill..." Chen Wen's face had turned deathly pale. After saying these words, she fainted from the pain. I was then sent to prison for a year. The sentence was so lenient because Chen Wen, one of the victims, insisted on exonerating me, but I wasn't grateful to that bitch. A year later, upon my release, I learned that Chen Wen had gone abroad shortly after my imprisonment. Having lost my job and my lover, I resolutely left Green Island and began to fight for my own life.
Chapter Two: Returning to Green Island Returning to Green Island again, the smell of the sea in the air was both strange and familiar. A closer look revealed a bitter and fishy odor mixed with the freshness, causing the unbearable memories buried deep in my brain to pulsate unconsciously.
A strange sadness welled up in my heart. Why couldn't I forget? Three years had passed. I had gone from a penniless white-collar worker to a young billionaire, from a positive and life-loving young man to a lifeless and numb workaholic. Some say that in this society, money is everything. But now, all I have is money.
I don't know how much money I have, but I know I can never spend it all. The wealth I gained from investing in NASDAQ's Gaagle just a year ago is more than all the money that old man Huang Gang embezzled. Huang Gang? Why am I thinking of him? I couldn't help but tap my head, trying to shake this inexplicable name out of my mind. Just as I stepped out of the airport, someone called out to me. "Brother Mao!" I looked up and saw Fatty Zhong's amiable smiling face. "Fatty..." I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of emotion. Two years ago, it was Fatty's financial support and help that allowed me, who had lost my lover and job and had a criminal record, to get back on my feet. Without him, there would be no Lu Mao today—even though I have lost all faith and hope in life now. I stepped forward, as if to give him a hug, but he quickly dodged me. "No, no, no..." he muttered, shaking his bloated head, "I won't cut off my arm..."
"Haha, get lost!" I laughed and kicked his fat butt. "Come on, get in the car!" He nonchalantly pulled me aside. It was a brand new luxury Bentley, its silver body exuding a powerful aura of nobility, standing out against the blue sky and white clouds. "Wow, nice car!" I couldn't help but click my tongue. "Hypocrite!" the fat man scolded irritably, "This kind of car doesn't even meet your standards, does it?"
I couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him. Money is just a number; for someone like me who's immersed in work, consumption and enjoyment are a distant dream. I'm like someone who has unlocked 100 years of martial arts skills but doesn't know a single move—it seems that this kind of person is often compared to myself in martial arts novels. Once in the car, I stroked the leather backrest while chatting idly with the fat man.
"How's your five-star hotel going?" I asked, crossing my legs and striking a pose like a creditor. "I own 80% of it!" "I heard it's doing pretty well... but I've delegated it all to others. I don't have the energy," the fat man replied while driving. "Oh... what about the seaside villa complex? You kept those two, right? Who sold the others?" "No one," the fat man said casually. "I don't know much about the others. I don't have the energy to keep an eye on them."
"Ah... where do you put all your energy?" I couldn't help but be curious. These were all businesses worth hundreds of millions, but to him, they seemed like child's play. "Of course, I'm focused on the bar business!" he said matter-of-factly. "It's peak tourist season right now, advertising, hiring performers, attracting customers, renovations... I'm so busy!..." Once he started talking about his Tianhe Bar, the fat man got excited and kept rambling on and on. I was utterly astonished. "You...you...you have so many big businesses to run, why are you stuck with that little bar?" "What do you know? This bar is like my child, I raised it from infancy, I've poured so much heart and soul into it! I'm even planning to pass it down to my children and grandchildren...you're the kind of evil capitalist who can't understand!" the fat man said affectionately. I couldn't help but chuckle. "You're a hopeless guy..." "By the way, you didn't just come to Green Island for tourism, did you?" the fat man asked. "I've invested hundreds of millions here, can't I even come to take a look?" I said with a grin.
"Pshaw, hundreds of millions is nothing to you...you're hiding from your parents, aren't you?" the fat man smiled mysteriously at me. "Ugh, I can't live like this—I was hoping to go home and live a comfortable life, but my family keeps dragging me to blind dates all the time!" I had no choice but to confess honestly. "Your aunt and uncle are just doing this out of good intentions... With a son like you whose worth is measured in carats, the old folks are all hoping to have a grandson soon," the fat man said gloatingly. "I can introduce you to someone!" "No!" I refused outright. ...The air in the car was a little stuffy. "You...you still can't forget Chen Wen, can you?" the fat man suddenly said. "Who's Chen Wen? I don't know her!" I replied irritably. "So you're planning to be a bachelor for life?" the fat man asked. "I just haven't found the right one yet," I argued. "No one suitable? Female anchors, female doctors, female police officers, female nurses, female models, female teachers...from ladies of high society to girls from humble backgrounds, each one more beautiful than the last, fully covering all the objects of urban men's fantasies!...I really wonder if you're cutting off your arm!" the fat man finished in one breath, his face turning red from panting.
My expression changed, and I said sternly, "Did my parents send you here to act as a mediator?" "Brother Mao... everyone's just concerned about you..." Fatty said earnestly. "..." I was silent for a long time, "I don't believe in love or marriage anymore." "Alright, alright... let's not talk about that, let's have a good time today!" Fatty quickly changed the subject. After leaving the luggage at the Wanghai Hotel, Fatty drove me straight to the legendary Tianhe Bar. "Master, you're back!" As soon as I entered, two beautiful girls in Western-style dresses bowed to me.
Master? I was a little confused. "What... is this?" "Hehe, this month's bar theme—pure maids in stockings and Western-style dresses!" Fatty laughed heartily, "My dream has finally come true! But this is a privilege only VIPs can enjoy!" I took a closer look, and they were indeed dressed quite professionally. Not only was her makeup like a Barbie doll's, but her gorgeous yet slightly provocative dress, along with her long, shapely legs encased in stockings, also made her resemble a maid from a Japanese anime. "How perverted," I shrugged. Following the fat man's example, I let a pretty "maid" help me to a quiet, elegant private room. Upon entering, the maid had me lie down on the sofa. "Master, may I help you undress?" the girl said. I smiled helplessly and asked, "Did your boss teach you such awkward lines?" "Yes," the girl smiled faintly, quite cute. "You don't need to say that in front of me..." I said. "But..." she seemed hesitant, probably because the fat man had set some rules. "Alright, whatever you want," I said, softening at her pitiful appearance. Then, she diligently changed my clothes until I was only wearing my underwear. Seeing that she finally stopped, my heart, which had been pounding, finally relaxed. "Master, let me give you a massage, okay?" The girl's voice was as melodious as a silver bell. I nodded. She then pressed something under the coffee table, and a waterbed moved out from under the sofa.
"Master, please lie down on the bed." She seemed quite experienced. I lay down. She then straddled my lap, her hands supporting her abdomen, moving her hips back and forth, gently rubbing her stockinged thighs against my legs. "Master, is it comfortable?" I nodded, but I didn't feel anything particularly special. However, she was probably just reciting lines. It wasn't until she slowly unbuttoned her dress that my attention was completely drawn to her.
"This must be the legendary E-cup..." I thought to myself, admiringly. I had always assumed she was slender, but I never expected to see such round, full breasts beneath that tight bra. She seemed used to the greedy gazes of her customers, casually unhooking the back of her bra. The taut cups immediately loosened, and a pair of round breasts sprang out. Her two snow-white breasts were not only full but also incredibly firm and elastic, swaying gently against her chest. These "papaya-like" breasts, far from sagging due to their size, even had a slightly upturned appearance. This was probably something a young woman could be proud of. She then untied the corset of her dress. Wow... this busty woman's waist is so thin! Am I seeing things? It's a fucking devilish figure... Generally, women with large breasts are also correspondingly more voluptuous, but this beauty had such a slender waist. This intense visual impact made my lower body hard and throbbing.
She noticed the change in my body, but without showing any expression, she took out a bottle of fragrant lubricant from the side, gently poured out the viscous liquid, scooped up a handful, and smeared it on her breasts. Instantly, a pair of large, snow-white breasts were coated with a layer of erotic sheen. I noticed that her areolas were small, and her nipples were delicate, not like someone who had indulged excessively. She also poured some on me, and I felt a cool sensation. She leaned down, and a pair of soft and elastic breasts pressed against my chest. Cool and slippery. "Master...you can't kiss..." she avoided my lips. As if to make up for it, she began to vigorously slide her body against me. The feeling was wonderful, her breasts pressing against my body, soft yet with a hint of resilience, and two unruly nipples wandering around. Next, through her panties, she rubbed her crotch, covered by silk panties, against my penis, which was already pressed tightly against my lower abdomen. Two moist, snowy breasts shimmered with her movements, offering a unique visual pleasure. I straightened up, letting her pull down my panties. "Master, do you prefer my breasts or my genitals? But first, let me clarify, you can't take off my panties!" Although slightly out of breath, her tone remained calm. I didn't speak, but pinched her cherry-like, already erect nipples. She moaned softly. Then she began to use her slippery breasts to grip and stroke my penis. Under the tight embrace of her beautiful flesh, my thick penis had swelled to its maximum. Because my penis is relatively strong in both length and diameter, when she stroked it particularly hard, the tip of the glans could even touch her white chin. Some of the urethral fluid secreted from the urethral opening had already stained her slender, jade-like neck. "Lick it for me," I said. She didn't answer. But as the lewd atmosphere intensified, perhaps unable to resist the lust, perhaps seeking even greater pleasure, or perhaps just going through the motions, she began to slightly part her lips. Whenever my glans was pressed against her overflowing breasts by her mouth, she would lightly flick her tongue, her slippery little tongue gently scraping against my glistening glans. "Ah!" I couldn't help but groan in pleasure. Her eyes also became alluring, and as my penis thrust in and out of her cleavage, the splashing fluid made a sizzling sound. I groaned deeply, and hot, viscous semen gushed from my urethra, shooting onto her breasts, chin, and lips. Even her blonde hair was stained with white marks.
"How did you get it everywhere?" she muttered in complaint. I found a towel, wet it, and wiped my lewd body.
Chapter Three: A Million-Dollar First Night She stood up, picked up the maid outfit from the sofa, and turned to put it on. Her smooth, flawless back, like white jade, was dazzling in the dim light, and fine beads of sweat could be seen clinging to her skin, radiating a bewitching glow. It was clear that the service she had just received had taken a toll on her energy.
"Have some water and rest a bit..." I said. "No, thank you, I have class soon..." Realizing she had let something slip, she quickly swallowed the rest of her words. "Oh? You're a university student? What's your major?" I suddenly became curious, sitting up straight and asking, not even bothering to admire her round, pert buttocks. "..." She was silent for a moment, only answering halfway, "Corporate logistics management." "By the way, do you have a boyfriend at school?" I asked casually. Her body trembled slightly, then she said coldly, "No." Just moments ago she had been so docile and obedient, yet suddenly she became as unapproachable as a saint. Was this what they meant by a heartless, ruthless prostitute turning her back on someone? I thought maliciously. However, she maintained a sanctimonious expression, feigning heartache as she said, "Sigh, then you could find some part-time work related to your major. A perfectly good college student... you can't rely on your youth forever." She was finally provoked; although her back was to me, I could guess she was wearing a sour face. "Someone like you, a spoiled rich kid, how would you know the difficulty of finding a job? Who wants an inexperienced college student? Those who hire us are all up to no good..." She didn't finish her sentence. She just hastily pulled her stockings onto her long legs, trying to finish work and leave as soon as possible. Heh, I didn't expect her to think of me as a spoiled rich kid relying on his parents? I couldn't help but laugh. "Then what if I gave you a part-time job related to your major—that newly opened five-star hotel—the Wanghai Hotel, you know it? How about working there for two days on the weekend?" I said enthusiastically. She turned around, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, looking incredulous. "Sir, you're not joking, are you? I've said it before, I don't do the full service. If you're trying to trick me into bed, don't bother." Her eyes seemed to hold a hint of disdain for me, giving her a rather shrewish air. I guess many customers had tried various methods to coax her into bed before, I thought. Without answering, I called Xie Mei, the second-in-command at the Wanghai Hotel (the fat boss didn't handle anything; I worked behind the scenes). "Xiao Mei, I have a... uh—a junior from my university," I almost said "mistress," "studying corporate logistics management, and she'd like to do a part-time job related to her major at the hotel on weekends… Is that okay?… Ah, sure…" I covered the receiver and asked her, looking surprised, "By the way, what's your name?" "…" She seemed a little flustered, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Li Yiru" (phonetic).
"Li Yiru… I'll have her contact you directly," I said. It felt pretty good. I never used to interfere with companies' hiring practices, but this time I impulsively indulged in being a leader. I guess most men enjoy this feeling of having power and controlling others. "Okay, goodbye." I hung up my phone. I said to her, who was half-naked, "What are you standing there for? Write down her number." After confirming that this strange customer was genuinely trying to help her find a part-time job, Li Yiru (her confirmed name) hurriedly took out her phone and wrote down Xie Mei's number. "You don't need to thank me. The master leads you in, but the rest is up to you. I'm just an introducer; it all depends on your abilities..." A little uncomfortable with her strange gaze, I quickly added in a fussy tone, "University is the best time of your life. Try finding a boyfriend in school and experiencing a normal student life. This line of work isn't for you. As the saying goes, 'He who walks by the river will eventually get his feet wet...'" "Who wants to thank you? Nonsense!" She had already dressed and walked towards the door with her head down. I couldn't see her expression, but I heard her say before leaving, "By the way, actually I already have a boyfriend." Then the door slammed shut. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. These days, there are still hypocritical clients like me? I'm such a hypocrite! But then I recalled the wonderful memories of university. Just as I was lost in my daydream, the door opened again. "How was it? Not bad, right?" It was indeed Fatty who came in. I smiled at him noncommittally. "Smiling so lewdly..." Fatty chuckled. "I finally understand... you're just a pimp!" I said, pointing at him with exasperation.
"Heh, people have to eat, right? Ever heard this joke?" A certain country was holding a presidential election, and the votes were being cast in a large city. A presidential candidate's advisory group suggested getting prostitutes to vote as well. The prostitutes readily agreed. However, the prostitute community was different from labor unions; everyone was afraid of making mistakes, especially in chanting slogans during a march. Therefore, the advisory group suggested reviewing the march slogans. On the day of the march, the city's various bureau chiefs were responsible for reviewing the prostitutes' banners and slogans. The slogan of prostitutes' group A was: "No stealing, no robbing, no opposing the ruling party." The security chief, seeing this, happily said, "Alright, alright!" The slogan of prostitutes' group B was: "No land occupation, no house occupation, just using one bed." The land bureau chief, seeing this, happily said, "Good, good!" The slogan of prostitutes' group C was: "No daughters, no sons, no trouble for the government." The population bureau chief, seeing this, happily said, "Good, good!" The slogan of prostitutes' group D was... "No noise, no pollution, just the occasional shout." The Environmental Protection Bureau chief, seeing this, happily said, "Go ahead and shout! Go ahead and shout!" The slogan of prostitute group E was: "No funds, no loans, we bring our own equipment to produce." The Development Bureau chief, seeing this, happily said, "Welcome, welcome!" The slogan of prostitute group F was: "Laid-off girls, don't cry, come with me to the nightclub." The Social Security Bureau chief, seeing this, happily said, "Yes, yes!" The slogan of prostitute group G was: "Comfortable, but also tiring..." "Boost domestic demand and generate foreign exchange." The Director of the Trade and Economic Affairs Bureau, seeing this, happily exclaimed, "Boost it! Generate it!" The slogan of the prostitute Xin's team read: "Don't invite disaster, don't provoke trouble, resolutely don't be a third party." The Director of the Women's Federation, seeing this, happily said, "No worries, no worries!" The slogan of the prostitute Ren's team read: "Don't steal, don't rob, focus on reputation and seize the market." The Director of the Industry and Commerce Bureau, seeing this, happily said, "Promote it, promote it!" The slogan of the prostitute Gui's team read: "Ugly is not a problem, old is not a problem, the responsibility of cultivating cadres is great." The Organization Minister... Upon seeing her, she happily exclaimed, "Thank you, thank you!" "So, you're saying this is a noble profession?" "I'm just a contact person, I'm not forcing anyone into prostitution. You know, girls these days are so open-minded. Not just college students, even high school girls have set prices!" Speaking of his old profession, the fat man became quite talkative. "By the way, I have to tell you, a high school girl came to my door these past few days, a virgin, asking for a million for her first time!" "What? A million?" I almost jumped off the sofa. "Does she really think she's a fairy?"
"Hehe," the fat man chuckled lewdly, "I've seen that girl. She's supposedly a top student from a prestigious high school, incredibly beautiful and with a great presence… Although there are only a handful of guys in the entire Green Island City who can afford that price, they're all scrambling to sleep with her!" "Tsk tsk… that's ridiculous…" I shook my head. "Let them go if they want. I'm not interested—no matter how much money you have, you can't just burn it like that. I'd rather donate to Project Hope!" "You really won't go?" the fat man asked. "No." I shook my head firmly. "Are you sure?" the fat man said. "Why so much nonsense?" I asked impatiently. "Sigh," the fat man sighed, "You should meet this girl first… I bet you'll change your mind." "Am I that much of a lecher?" I couldn't help but feel a little short of breath. The fat man ignored me, picked up his phone, "Hey, have that girl come over." A moment later, there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in." The door opened, and a girl still in her school uniform walked in timidly. Because of the lighting, I couldn't see the girl's face clearly beneath her long hair. "Come closer..." the fat man said. The girl hesitated, then moved closer. Only then could I see her clearly. After a long pause, she turned around helplessly, smiling wryly at the smug fat man, and asked, "How much did you say you were asking for?"
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