Plum blossoms bloom three times

In the late autumn of 2006, at the age of 28, I had suffered setbacks in my business dealings in Vietnam and had no choice but to return to China. A Vietnamese-Chinese friend said, "Wenjun, you're a capable man, but things haven't gone your way. My younger brother's factory in China is expanding and needs manpower. Why don't you go and help him out, consider it a period of rest?" The factory was located in a town in Longgang, Shenzhen, covering 6,000 square meters, and had only moved there in October. I talked a lot with my friend's brother, He Yisheng, and spent a month figuring out the factory's current situation. Starting with the warehouse, I organized staff to inventory the stockpiled goods and then sold them through my network, recovering nearly 800,000 yuan in cash. On the other hand, I formulated new work rules and regulations, optimized human resources, and improved production efficiency. I also poached senior technicians to specialize in increasing production capacity and reducing material waste.

After a series of measures, by the end of February of the following year, material waste alone had decreased by 2.5%; the number of production line workers had been reduced from 400 to just over 300, which was still enough to handle the expanded business volume. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that I had given my friend a satisfactory explanation.

On March 1st, the supervisor of the hydraulic press workshop on the first floor reported that the production clerk had resigned, and attempts to persuade her were ineffective; a new clerk needed to be hired. I said, "You handle it yourself. The salary will be according to my proposed standards, but pay attention to the quality of the personnel." On March 8th, at 7:50 AM, I arrived at the factory gate to check worker attendance. Everyone lined up to clock in. A girl with slightly wavy, light blonde short hair stood quietly to one side. Her large, watery double-lidded eyes were set in her fair, innocent, and delicate face

. She looked about 80% like the current internet celebrity and nude art model Zhang Xiaoyu (I'm using this analogy so you don't have to imagine it, but I'm sorry, I can't publish her photo). The warehouse supervisor saw her and came over, saying, "That's the new production clerk on the first floor." I asked, "How did you know?" He chuckled and ran away. The girl also noticed me watching her and lowered her head slightly.

Later, I found that the production reports this girl submitted were much better than the previous clerk's; the data was detailed and the thinking was clear. When I inspected the workshop, I often found her on the production line, learning about the situation. Once, I went over to listen in, and it turned out to be a question about whether it was 1 gram or 1.25 grams of material.

Half a month later, one evening I went to check on the dormitories and came across hers. It was the management staff dormitory, three people sharing a room. The three girls were laughing and joking, but when they saw me, their laughter stopped abruptly: "Mr. Wen!" I smiled and first said to her, "Your name is Jojo?" She nodded, her face slightly flushed.

"Where did you work before?"

"Guangzhou."

"Oh? Do you have any fellow townsmen here?"

"No, my boyfriend is here, and he asked me to come."

"So you just came to Shenzhen this year?"

"Yes, I found this job after only a week."

I smiled: "Great, our factory is pretty good. Is this your first time in Shenzhen?" She nodded.

I didn't ask any more questions and turned to check the other dormitories. But I overheard her whispering to two other women in her room,

"Why is our factory boss so young?" Indeed, I look 90% like Tony Leung Ka-fai, no kidding, especially from the side. Although I'm 28, I look like I'm 23 or 24.

I found it amusing and, on a whim, turned back and suddenly appeared in front of her. I gently tapped her forehead with my finger and said with a gentle smile, "Be kind, don't talk badly about others behind their backs!" The two female coworkers chuckled, and she shyly suppressed her laughter.

At the end of March, while dealing with a fight between two workers in the dormitory, I checked the dormitories that evening. When I got to her room, the same three were chatting. I asked her, "You've come to Shenzhen, have you gone anywhere for fun?" She frowned and shook her head resentfully, replying sadly, "No." Curious, I asked, "Oh? Your boyfriend is too busy to go with you?" She gave a bitter smile, "Yes, he's in Guanlan, I always have to go see him..." She hesitated.

Seeing this, I realized I'd asked the wrong question. I'd intended to show concern and chat with the workers to deepen our connection, so I jokingly said, "Hehe, I know Shenzhen well, I'll go with you guys sometime." But then I felt I'd gone too far: "Hey, He Yisheng is coming to inspect the factory tomorrow, are all your departments ready?" I'll leave with that excuse.

Afterwards, Jojo gradually adapted to the new environment. Every time we went to the first floor for meetings, I noticed she always looked at me intently, taking notes diligently; her work reports were always very detailed, and I thought she was quite intelligent. However, every Saturday after work, I'd see her rushing off to see her boyfriend in Guanlan. Once, I saw her boyfriend come looking for her. The two of them seemed to be arguing about 100 meters from the factory gate. The next day, she straightened her hair, making her look even more pretty and cute, which caused a stir among the people on the first floor.

May 1st was Labor Day, and the factory had a three-day holiday. On the last afternoon of the holiday, I was shopping with my wife when I suddenly received a text message from Jojo: "Mr. Wen, are you free? You said you know Shenzhen well, could you take me out for a walk? If you're busy, then forget it." I found it strange, but I didn't want to reply immediately.

My wife saw the message and asked what was wrong. I hurriedly explained that Mr. He had something to do and asked me to go home early. I rushed to the factory, knocked on her dormitory door, but the others hadn't returned yet due to the holiday. Seeing her red eyes, clearly from crying, I asked, "What's wrong? Did you cry?" She shook her head. "Where do you want to take me?"

To be honest, I wasn't sure either. I hadn't expected her to remember what I'd casually said. After thinking for a moment, I said,

"Well... come with me then." I drove her to Dameisha. We were silent the whole way. I knew this girl had something on her mind and probably wanted to get away for a while. The beach was the perfect place.

The sea breeze at Dameisha in late spring and early summer was neither too hot nor too humid. There weren't many people on the beach in the evening, and the waves were gentle today. She walked ahead alone, and I followed behind. Today she was wearing jeans and a slightly fitted short-sleeved t-shirt. Usually, everyone wears work clothes, so I hadn't really noticed her figure before. She had a full bust and a slender, tall figure.

Suddenly she stopped, shouted at the sea, "Ah—" and then giggled as she turned around, saying, "Wenjun, did I scare you?" Before I could answer, she continued, "This is the first time I've seen the sea. Thank you, Mr. Wen." I smiled, "Really? I grew up by the sea, so I don't really feel anything when I see the sea." "I didn't expect you to bring me to such a beautiful place, Mr. Wen. It seems so far from our factory." I nodded, walked up to her, and said softly, "You seem unhappy. I think the sea can make people feel better..." I paused, "But... I really don't have time. The text message you sent startled me. My wife was right next to me, thankfully she didn't see it." She exhaled, "I already said I didn't have time, but you and your wife are together..." She blinked at me.

I smiled, gazing at her fair face, unconsciously comparing her to my wife, then suddenly snapped back to reality: "Shopping! Buying clothes, eating... Oh, it's late, are you hungry?" She nodded vigorously: "Yes, I haven't eaten all day, I feel much better now." On the way back, during breaks in the drive, I secretly glanced at her a few more times, and couldn't resist placing my hand on hers, which startled her and pulled away... The next afternoon after get off work, the female supervisor from the second floor came to my dormitory to watch TV after dinner (Mr. He had specially arranged a single room for me to make my work more convenient). I had become familiar with these supervisors, and we often visited each other to watch TV. The female supervisor was the leader of the female workers in the factory, a straightforward person who was good at keeping the workers in check. She shared a dormitory with Jojo, one of the three I mentioned earlier.

When she saw me, she asked, "Mr. Wen, did you take Jojo to Dameisha yesterday?" I glanced at her and said, "Oh! How did you know?" She laughed and said, "I asked Jojo! She said you took her to Dameisha, haha..." I gave her a brief explanation, but she said, "Do you know why?" I was puzzled and shook my head:

"Tell me."

"Her boyfriend came over yesterday afternoon, and they were talking about breaking up downstairs. He was so loud!" "Oh! I see... Why would they break up?" "Mr. Wen, Jojo and that guy have been dating for over a year, but his family dislikes Jojo because she has a heart condition, and he can't bear to part with her. But this guy has a terrible temper. I heard Jojo say that, and I often hear them arguing on the phone. I think he's too petty, always picking fights over trivial things..." "I see. Weren't you not here yesterday?" I asked, puzzled.

"Hehe, I went out to find my fellow villager after they finished arguing. I heard them say they were temporarily breaking up..." Before she could finish, I interrupted, amused: "Hehe, what do you mean by temporarily breaking up, kid! How old is her boyfriend?" "Seems like he's the same age as Jojo." "

And how old is Jojo?"

"21 or 22, I guess!"

"Kid!"

"Mr. Wen, actually I think Jojo is quite pitiful. Because of her health issues, she and her boyfriend have been arguing for a long time. She originally had a very good job in Guangzhou, but her boyfriend forced her to come here. Her boyfriend works in Guanlan, and his parents and brother and sister-in-law live here. Every Saturday when he comes back, he wants her to go over. Jojo doesn't want to go and see his family at all. That guy is very rude; if she doesn't go, he makes a scene at her dormitory. Jojo is afraid the factory will find out, so she has no choice but to go. There's nowhere to sleep there, and she even has to do 'that' with him." I chuckled when I heard this: "Isn't that called 'being a jerk'?" The female supervisor said disapprovingly, "How can you talk about people like that!" I smiled and apologized, and then we didn't continue the conversation, but I inexplicably thought about her.

That night, I couldn't help but send her a text message: "Jojo, are you feeling better? I heard from XX that you broke up with your boyfriend?" She replied: "Yes." I don't know which idiot said: the fate between men and women in this life is a continuation of the bad karma from the previous life. Perhaps it's true; once a man and a woman exchange a single glance, a tragic fate is destined to begin.

With Jojo, I don't know if it was her fault or mine, I can't say whether it was her intention or mine. When I first stood before her, when I first saw her standing quietly outside the line, it was probably everyone turning their heads to look at her; when she first texted me, I think I was moved; when I accompanied her to the beach, perhaps she was moved too.

Humans are ultimately creatures of love and desire; animals are wild and naked; once the restraint that humans hold in their hearts crumbles, the flood of desire bursts forth. When I first arrived at the factory, without being immodest, because of my youth, good looks, and high status (how come I'm over forty, yet I'm his friend, and a senior executive in the factory), the girls in the office were very fond of me. But when they inquired, they were all disappointed to find that Wenjun, so young, was already married.

Jojo shared a dorm room with a young production clerk. Once, during a heart-to-heart talk with Jojo, she said,

"Your boyfriend treats you terribly. You should break up... Actually, Mr. Wen is quite nice, young and handsome, with a good temper. He seems to treat you well... I wish my boyfriend could be like him." Jojo said, "Don't overthink it. Mr. Wen is married, and his child is four years old." (Jojo told me this later.) I got married at 24, not long after graduating from university. My wife wasn't my classmate. For young people growing up in Shenzhen, that's early marriage; many of my local friends are still unmarried. So maybe it really is all fate... I've forgotten how our relationship started. In May and June, we rarely saw each other due to work, and I didn't bother her. In the evenings, I would occasionally go to her room to chat or buy her some treats. Sometimes I would also ask the female manager to bring her to my room to watch TV. Other times, I would drive her out for a walk to relax. Most of the time, we would communicate via text message. I remember sending her messages like this:

"You and I are like two parallel lines that never intersect. We're so close, yet I can never hold your hand." "There's a kind of love called protection, a kind called cherishing, and a kind called waiting. I know my situation, and it's difficult for you too, but I will wait patiently..." "You're like a gentle rain falling into my heart. When I first saw you, my joy was like finding the most beautiful purple crystal in the world. I want to treasure you, to keep you from being tainted by dust; to treasure you, to carefully protect you." "I know you want to be alone, you want to leave him. I can do that for you, because I'm a real man, I can do everything for you, find you a quiet little home, let you live the life you want, without being bothered by others, without worrying about losing your job, without having to wander outside anymore." Knowing I was married, she neither refused nor agreed, so she wavered between a boy and a man. However, she was still afraid, afraid that her ex-boyfriend would find out about our relationship. But clearly, she wanted to break up with that man, so she saw him less, and she was clearly willing to date me.

As we got to know each other better, sometimes when we were alone, I would touch her breasts through her clothes, but since her bra was in the way, I couldn't feel anything. Later, she was willing to let me touch them inside. I could feel how big, full, and elastic they were, but she still refused to take off her clothes. I wasn't in a hurry. I knew that girls like her needed to be cared for and protected, and they needed a warm and stable feeling. So, most of the time, I would hold her and say sweet and tender words to her, showing the demeanor and composure of a mature man.

After working in that factory for more than half a year, I finally found a good project outside and started opening a chain of clothing stores, and I also said goodbye to He Yisheng. But leaving the factory meant less time to spend with her, but a man's career is always the priority, so I wasn't worried about anything.

Jojo also showed reluctance. At this time, she was still hesitant because her boyfriend, whom she had agreed to break up with, still harassed her every now and then, either getting angry or dragging her out whenever he saw her. Once, when Jojo refused to go out, the boy even picked up a stone from the roadside and hit himself on the head, which made her even more disgusted and repulsed by the boy.

The female supervisor came over and said to me, "Mr. Wen, are you really leaving? Last night I heard Jojo sitting on the bed talking to herself, wondering if you would come back to see her after you leave." Hearing this, I felt reassured. I quietly asked her out and said, "I know you're still hesitant. I know I'm married, but I really love you. I won't force you to break up with him; I'll wait until you've thought it through." I took a drag of my cigarette, exhaled, and continued affectionately, "If only I had met you seven years earlier, but seven years ago you were still an immature girl. Even if we had met, I don't think we would have clicked. I, Wenjun, only regret that I wasn't fortunate enough to meet you first. But I will come to see you often in the future because you will always be the person I love most. Even if you reject me, I will keep this feeling in my heart." After leaving the factory, I was indeed very busy, but I still didn't forget to send her a text message (how to continue? My fellow wolves should believe in my writing skills; their destructive power is extraordinary).

The shop was still under renovation. One evening around 8 PM, I took some time to drive over and pick her up. I hadn't called her beforehand, and she was quite surprised when I appeared before her, as we hadn't seen each other for over ten days. I said, "Get dressed, I'll take you out." She nodded.

I knew she liked lyrical and tranquil songs like "Ningxia" and "Encounter," so I had already connected my MP3 player to the car stereo. We drove to the reservoir park. There was a quiet path on the left bank of the reservoir park. I parked the car under a tree and took her for a walk.

In the early summer night, the clear moonlight bathed the quiet mountain path. Everything was peaceful, except for the chirping of insects, the rustling of leaves, and the hazy lights in the distance. "It's so peaceful~" she exclaimed. "If every day could be this peaceful, I wish it could be." I hugged her and said tenderly, "If you're willing, I can make it happen." Hearing this, she immediately relaxed, closed her eyes, and peacefully enjoyed the warmth I was giving her.

I lowered my head and gently kissed her ear, lightly nibbling her earlobe. She shuddered slightly, letting out a soft moan, and slumped limply into my arms. We found a place to sit and became intimately close. My hand slipped inside her clothes, through her bra, caressing her breasts as we kissed each other. After a while, we both came to our senses. I said, "It's late, shall I take you home?" She looked at me tenderly and nodded.

On the way, I occasionally placed my hand on hers. As we approached her dorm, I suddenly pulled over to a hotel and said, "I'm not going home tonight. Stay with me, okay?" She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "But you can't do that..." I smiled and nodded as well.

I used the fake ID I had prepared to book a room, and led her by the hand to the elevator. She was still hesitant, but half-heartedly pushed me into the elevator. The air seemed to thicken. I felt a little nervous too, but the thought of finally getting her made me quite excited.

After closing the door, she lay down first, saying she was a little tired. Just as I was about to go over, my phone rang. It was my wife calling, and I hurriedly went out of the room to answer.

"Honey, where are you?"

"With so-and-so, I won't be home tonight..."

"Why aren't you coming home?"

"I drank... I slept at his house... Okay, never mind, he's calling me... That's all." After hanging up, I immediately called so-and-so.

Back in the room, Jojo was indeed asleep. I called her, and she responded groggily. I didn't care anymore, immediately stripped off my clothes, pulled back the sheet, straddled her, and unbuttoned her clothes. Underneath was a pink bra, her two full breasts bulging.

She didn't object, and I impatiently took off her top, unhooked her bra, and her breasts sprang out. They were really quite large, probably a C cup. The left breast was slightly larger than the right, the areola was brown, and the nipple was the size of a peanut. I cursed inwardly: "That beast must have overused her!" Because I had been in contact with Jojo and knew her sensitive areas, I climbed on top of her and suckled her breasts while unbuttoning her pants. As soon as I took her nipple into my mouth, goosebumps immediately rose all over my body. I knew this, because kissing her earlobe would also cause that; she's very sensitive.

I quickly unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. She was wearing beige underwear, and her mons pubis was high and prominent, bulging and swollen. I had already guessed that her vagina was a "steamed bun" vagina. Pulling down her underwear, I found that her crotch was already stained with a lot of vaginal fluid. Her mons pubis was indeed swollen and high like a steamed bun, with dark, messy pubic hair lying flat against it. I touched it; it was such a plump, fleshy mound.

Spreading her legs, her labia majora were also very thick and swollen, with sparse, dark pubic hair. Her labia minora were not visible, but the cleft was dripping with vaginal fluid, already soaking wet. The amount of fluid was unimaginable; she was truly the wettest woman I had ever seen.

I parted her labia majora to reveal her labia minora. While her labia minora weren't small, the labia majora were so thick they completely covered them. Her labia minora were also relatively thin, the left one slightly smaller. The vaginal walls were pink, sealed by two raised, tender folds of flesh. Vaginal fluid flowed from here to the perineum, wetting the entire anus.

I pinched the clitoral hood with two fingers and gently pressed down. The small clitoris protruded upwards, pink and tender, with fine blood vessels and a little vaginal fluid due to engorgement. I manipulated the clitoral hood up and down a few times, making it move in and out of the fold, somewhat like my masturbation. Jojo couldn't take it anymore and trembled violently, her legs spreading even wider.

I was getting excited. Her dazed state was because she was already aroused. So I leaned over her, my penis already erect at 15 centimeters long. With a quick thrust, it entered me. I inserted myself completely in one go, without even realizing it. If it weren't for her soft moan, I would have thought I hadn't gone in—it was so slippery. Her vagina was incredibly soft and moist, radiating warmth. I could clearly feel the abundance of flesh and juice

in her vagina, and its strong contractions. Even without thrusting, I could feel her vagina actively gripping my glans, a subtle suction drawing in. I immediately realized this vagina was top-notch. Her thick, fleshy mons pubis pressed against my genitals, soft and comfortable, making thrusting incredibly smooth. Each thrust was effortless, penetrating completely—a truly pleasurable sensation. The sounds of "plop, plop" during thrusting, accompanied by her soft moans, filled the room with the gentle murmur of wetness.

As I fucked her fat cunt, I would occasionally lower my head to lick her breasts and kiss her mouth, whispering sweet nothings like "Baby, I love you" in her ear. I thought to myself, "Damn, such a beautiful cunt was deflowered by that kid first, what a waste!" I also changed positions a few times: side penetration like "Pang Tong Crossing the River," rear penetration like "Old Man Pushing the Cart," and then lifting her up to sit on top of me like "Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus." From beginning to end, she let me do as I pleased, never opening her eyes, only moaning softly. Sometimes, perhaps because I went too deep, she would let out a soft "uh."

I fucked her for about half an hour, silently counting "one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..." when I got excited, almost never stopping except when changing positions. During the final sprint, I suddenly increased the speed, thrusting deeper and harder, and this time she really cried out "Ahhh!"

I felt her vagina suddenly contracting rhythmically, squeezing my glans with a tingling, itchy sensation. Then she tensed up, letting out a soft "Oh..." as she hooked her legs around my buttocks, gripping me tightly. I knew she had reached orgasm, so I used the last of my strength to thrust wildly a dozen times. I felt a jolt in the back of my head as my semen gushed out. I pulled my penis out abruptly, masturbated a few times, and ejaculated several streams of semen onto her stomach, with a few drops splashing onto her face.

Only then did she slightly open her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and weakly say, "Why did it take you so long?" My lust was aroused, and I smiled, "What's wrong? Didn't he last long?" She said resentfully, "He's always very quick, sometimes only a dozen or so times. I just start to feel anything before he ejaculates." Hearing this, my lust immediately surged again. I hugged her and inserted my semi-erect penis back in. Before she could react, she exclaimed in surprise, "You want more?" I ignored her and began thrusting. My penis gradually hardened, slowly spreading open her vagina. I felt her vagina tightening more and more, and she began to moan softly again.

After the previous round of intense lovemaking, I started to pant. She seemed to sense this too, and proactively rolled over onto me, pressing down on me with her legs tightly closed, lying motionless. Suddenly, I felt waves of soft, tingling contractions and relaxations on my penis; she was controlling her vaginal contractions.

I exclaimed in surprise, "You can do this too?" She chuckled and said, "Surprised?" I nodded.

Indeed, few women in reality could do this.

After a while, she released her legs, straddled my lap, and took the initiative to assume the "lotus position." I watched my penis moving in and out of her, feeling incredibly pleasurable. She unconsciously moaned, "Mmm... mmm..."

I couldn't help but say, "You're really good at sex!" She opened her eyes, a rosy, lewd smile on her face, and said, "Then I'll show you what the real me is like." With that, she used her vagina to thrust my penis even harder.

She changed positions several times, sometimes lying on top of me, her lower body moving; sometimes sitting up, her lower body twisting back and forth; sometimes moving up and down with three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Eventually, she got tired and lay on top of me, panting heavily. My lust surged, I rolled over and pinned her down, pressing her down and thrusting fiercely and rapidly. I felt my glans almost go numb and hot, a tightness inside me, and I pulled out sharply, ejaculating onto her belly.

I sat up, panting, and looked at her, who was also covered in sweat. Only then did I notice a patch of wetness the size of my palm on the white sheet. I laughed at her, "You're amazing! Look at the wetness you've produced." She said weakly, "Is there..." She moved her body with difficulty to look, then shyly pulled the blanket over herself.

I asked, "Didn't you bleed this much when you were with him?"

She replied, "No way! Sometimes he just comes on like that, and he's not even ready before he puts his penis in. It hurts so much." I cursed inwardly, "You beast, you don't know how to enjoy yourself!"

Then we showered separately, cuddled, and drifted off to sleep. I even pulled her hand to my penis and made her hold it.

The next day, around 6 a.m., I got up. As soon as I moved, she opened her eyes and stared at me blankly. Her first words were, "I feel so bad!" I gently stroked her hair, and she continued, "I feel like I betrayed him..." I comforted her, "How could that be! Didn't you break up with him?" I said, pulling her into my arms.

She continued, "Besides him, you're the second person like me." Hearing this, a strong possessive desire swelled within me, so I pushed her down again.

She exclaimed in surprise, "You want more?" I didn't care about her! I lowered my head and fiercely sucked on her breast, greedily sucking with a "tsk tsk" sound. After a while, she began to moan softly. I thought that was enough, and my penis was erect, so I fucked her hard again.

But this time it wasn't lovemaking, it was more like fucking her cunt, because I mechanically kept thrusting for half an hour. Fortunately, she was still very wet, but my penis and glans were numb and a little sore. There was no pleasure, but one word: "Awesome!" In the end, I only ejaculated a few drops of semen.

She opened her eyes and smiled sweetly: "You're really amazing!" But this time I had used up all my strength, and my body went limp as I lay down, hugged her, and kissed her.

The story that followed was that she became my lover, but there was an unexpected interlude in between. Now, I keep her as my mistress, going to her place a few times a month, and each time we have a thoroughly enjoyable time together.

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