Deceiving a female colleague's body

She's fairly good-looking, petite and delicate. If you met her on the street, she probably wouldn't make you turn your head; but after spending some time with her, given that she's 25 and not exactly an ugly woman, she might inspire some fantasies.

At the company, she mainly helps her department with paperwork, mostly typing files or creating spreadsheets on the computer.

Frankly, her work skills aren't great, and she's not very good with computers.

She often comes in to ask me computer questions, and even if I had something to do, I'd gladly teach her.

At first, she'd just ask a question or two at the door and leave, but later, as we got to know each other better, she'd come to the computer screen behind my desk to watch my explanations. Initially ,

it was just about computer problems, but after she finished asking questions, we'd start chatting.

From the weather to politics, from movies to sports, all sorts of things.

But what she liked to talk about most was life abroad.

It turns out she'd been studying abroad in the US for almost a year.

I have a lot of reservations about studying abroad.

Most people want to experience life abroad, but due to financial constraints, they end up going on study abroad programs.

Wanting to go abroad to see new things and learn a foreign language is a good thing, but can you really master American English in just a few months? Don't even mention study abroad programs; do those who have studied abroad for several years and returned with top-notch foreign language skills? Frankly, I haven't seen many current international students who can speak a foreign language fluently, let alone those on study abroad programs.

Many people can't afford study abroad programs, but in reality, the cost of these programs is higher than that of actual study abroad.

A few months of study abroad might cost the equivalent of a year's worth of tuition for studying abroad.

After spending all the money, you return to Taiwan, your foreign language skills are poor, and you don't have a degree to find a better job.

It's more practical to borrow money to study abroad; at least you can get a degree and find a job.

Ya-li is nostalgic about her study abroad experience from a few years ago, and she's always trying to get me to talk about America.

I feel a little sad for her; she lives in a dream world, a foreign country in movies, unable to return to reality.

Besides, the real foreign country isn't as good as she makes it out to be.

My office is in a corner, not many people walk by, but every time she stands in front of me to chat, wearing a short skirt, it fills me with fantasies.

At first, the distance was from the doorway to the desk, then it was looking at the screen across the desk, and then she walked to my side to look at the screen. Unconsciously, the distance between us shortened considerably.

I think Ya-li's destiny is that of a typical mistress. She's good-looking, but she can't endure hardship and is unwilling to. She spends all her earnings on unnecessary cosmetics and clothes, all to please men.

She told me she has a boyfriend, but no one has ever seen him, although other colleagues say they've received calls from him.

I think, if I had a girlfriend like her, I wouldn't know what to do.

She's quite pretty, but there's always a feeling that things won't last, that she can't spend her life with him—a bit like the "chicken rib" Cao Cao described.

Ya-li, who likes foreign things, naturally loves watching American movies.

At that time, I was still with Xiao-liu. One Friday, we met at Ximending to see a movie. I went to buy the tickets first. After

buying the tickets, I went to browse the nearby shops to wait for Xiao-liu, but instead, I ran into Ya-li shopping alone.

I told Ya-li that I had arranged to see a movie with my wife, but she hadn't arrived yet. She mentioned that she often comes to Ximending during holidays to see if there are any discounted items.

She was holding something in her hand and asked me, "Do you think this one or that one is better?" She was holding a schoolgirl-style floral dress, and her other hand was pointing to a work shirt and trouser suit.

I didn't have a problem with these things, so I said, "Both look great, why don't you try them on?"

She tried both on and then showed them to me.

It's a very intimate thing for a woman to try on clothes for a man. Generally, women are reluctant to wear new clothes in front of men and then ask them to comment on their clothes and their figure.

So I think if a woman is willing to let a man comment on her new clothes, it means her feelings for him have crossed the line.

I said, "The suit makes you look smart and capable, and the dress makes you look younger."

But it seems I said the wrong thing. She countered, "Do I look incompetent and old now?" I tried to salvage the situation by saying, "Of course not, you're very beautiful."

As for praising her for being smart and capable, I couldn't bring myself to say that.

But after I told her she was pretty, she forgot about her shrewd and capable side.

I thought to myself, I'm so lucky! One minute I'm going to the movies with Xiaoliu, and the next I'm picking out clothes with Yali—both of us are quite beautiful.

That night was also a coincidence. Just as Yali was hesitating about which dress to buy, my cell phone rang. Xiaoliu said her fiancé's family needed to see her and she couldn't come, so she should go by herself.

Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity. I told Yali, "My wife just called and said she can't come. If you don't have any other plans, would you like to go with me?" It wasn't really appropriate for me to ask Yali to go to the movies alone, but given the situation, it seemed perfectly natural, and Yali readily agreed.

The next question was which dress Yali should buy. She liked both of them, and not only that, she liked everything else in the store.

She kept comparing the two dresses she had in her hand, and then comparing them to other dresses.

The movie was about to start, but Yali seemed to lack any sense of time, not in a hurry at all, just hesitating in the store.

On a whim, I said, "Yali, you look great in both of these outfits. Let me give them to you!" She said, "I can't accept that."

I said, "It's alright. I've known you for so long and I've never given you anything before."

I don't know why I should give her something, but I could see the joy in her eyes.

It wasn't until I paid the bill that I felt the pang of heartache. It cost over seven thousand yuan in total. Apart from the suit, I'd never bought such expensive clothes for myself.

Giving clothes to a beautiful girl gives you a sense of satisfaction. When you see her wearing the clothes you gave her, you feel a little happy, as if wearing your clothes means they belong to you.

After the movie, I originally wanted to take advantage of the moment and ask Yali out for dinner, but Xiaoliu left me a message asking me to meet her after the movie.

By then, Xiaoliu was about to get married, and I started to miss her a little, so I said goodbye to Yali and went to find Xiaoliu. I

felt a little lost after leaving Yali. I drove to a deserted place in the suburbs, and then Xiaoliu and I made love in the car. But what I saw and touched wasn't Xiaoliu, but Yali's body.

A few weeks later, Xiaoliu got married and moved south.

One lazy Friday afternoon, I sat alone in my office, lost in thought.

Looking at the setting sun outside the window, I reflected on the past two years when I would always meet with Qingqing and Xiaoliu every Friday.

Now they were both gone, and it seemed I would spend countless lonely Friday afternoons from now on.

I saw Yali walk past the door. To fill the emptiness in my heart from Xiaoliu's departure, I called Yali in and asked her, "Any plans after work today? How about we go see a movie?" I'm usually very careful at work; otherwise, how come no one knows about my relationship with Qingqing and Xiaoliu over the past two years?

I'm reluctant to be so direct; after all, I'm a married man, and this feels a bit risky.

But that day, I don't know where I got the courage, I blurted it out.

Yali thought for a moment and replied, "Okay."

I was worried that if I walked home with Yali after work, we would run into a lot of colleagues, so I said, "Let's leave fifteen minutes early and buy tickets earlier."

Yali said, "My manager is here today, so I might not be able to leave early."

I said, "Then how about I leave early and drive to the other side of the road? That way, the road will be easier to

drive on." Actually, all of this was to avoid being seen or bumped into by Yali

after work. Yali's manager, Julie, was an older woman who had been with the company for a long time.

She wasn't actually a very difficult person to get along with, but she always had a problem with Yali.

She said Yali was always late, and Yali said it was because she had too much work and had to work overtime until seven or eight o'clock every day.

Based on my understanding of Yali, she was indeed not a very capable person at work.

Yali didn't like to watch movies quietly; she would pester the person next to her to talk, saying things like, "This male lead is so handsome," or "That female lead is so stupid."

Of course, I would keep her company, and I quite enjoyed talking to her at the movie theater entrance.

Because we were talking in the movie theater, we had to sit very close, so close that I could hear her breathing; we were practically face to face.

Soon it was Friday again,

and we had arranged to see a movie. Sitting so close in the dark, even though we hadn't actually done anything, I had already mentally possessed her many times.

That winter was very cold, and I was so grateful to have Ya-Li accompany me to the movies and dinners every weekend, and I would go shopping with her.

Soon the Lunar New Year arrived, and we were both very reluctant to part on the last weekend of the year.

Ya-Li was going home for the New Year, and I had to accompany my wife south, and there were other things to do, so Ya-Li and I might not be able to see each other alone for two weeks.

Up to that point, our relationship had stopped at kissing and hugging, but this only fueled my desire, making me want more.

I started my vacation a week before the New Year because firstly, I had no more cases to work on; secondly, I had a lot of unused vacation days; and thirdly, my wife, a teacher, had already started her vacation long ago.

Yali was working her last day before the holiday. That evening, around 8 PM, my wife and I were watching a variety show after dinner when my phone rang. It was Yali calling.

As soon as I answered, I heard her crying, "Danny, can you come to the company right now?" I asked in surprise, "What happened, Yali? Why are you still at the company so late?" Yali cried and said, "Julie fired me."

I had heard that Julie was going to fire Yali, but doing this on the eve of the Lunar New Year seemed too cruel. So I said I'd come right away.

Before leaving, I told my wife that the company system had crashed and I had to go back to fix it, and I didn't know when I'd be back.

I do system maintenance at the company, but women don't know much about computers; they think anything about crashes, viruses, or Y2K is a big deal.

When I arrived at the company, it was almost 9 PM. Poor Yali was waiting for me downstairs alone with several boxes of things. She had stopped crying, but you could still see traces of tears on her face.

We loaded her things into the car and started comforting her.

I suggested taking her to eat, and she agreed, but when we got to the restaurant, she said she didn't want to eat and wasn't hungry.

We drove around for almost two hours, still not knowing where to go, talking the whole time in the car.

Finally, she seemed tired, so I suggested taking her home.

Ya-li lived near Sogo; she lived alone in Taipei.

That night was the first time I visited her home, a small apartment. She said it was conveniently located, and living there alone meant she didn't have to commute to work. Given

the excellent location, the space wasn't large; besides the bathroom, there were no other rooms.

After we entered the apartment, the atmosphere became awkward. A male and female colleague alone in a room late at night—it was hard to explain.

Although I took her home, I didn't intend to leave.

Ya-li didn't want me to leave either; she said, "Why don't you sit on the sofa for a while? I'll make some coffee."

Coffee seems to have become a common topic of conversation between modern men and women; a cup of coffee can break the ice, ease the atmosphere, or, when there's nothing to talk about, shift the focus.

Ya-li didn't have much furniture; the suite only had a dining table, a sofa, a TV to the side, and a bed opposite.

The entire room was filled with feminine touches: several large Disney plush toys, and posters of Andy Lau and Tom Cruise, along with CDs, were the only decorations in the room.

She was always frantic at work, unable to find anything she needed, so I wasn't surprised she was fired, but she kept her home impeccably clean.

The sounds of cars on the street below drifted in from outside the window; Taipei truly is a city that never sleeps.

There were clanging sounds coming from the kitchen. I wondered if making a cup of coffee would take this long. Looking over, I saw Ya-li bustling around, the coffee already made, and I wondered what she was doing.

Being married, I was experienced in matters of the heart and knew how difficult her situation was.

On the surface, we were still friends and colleagues, but that had changed after she brought me home tonight.

Ya-li was too embarrassed to come out of the kitchen. What was I waiting for? We lay on the sofa, watching a rerun of Hu Gua's variety show from earlier that evening.

My hands roamed restlessly over Ya Li's body.

She lay in my arms with her back to me, and I pulled her body closer so that my already aroused penis could press against her full, beautiful buttocks to relieve the pressure of its swelling.

I started with her smooth, alabaster-like abdomen, reaching under her clothes to enjoy the pleasure of her skin without any obstruction. Ya Li's breathing gradually quickened, and I continued to explore her most intimate areas.

Ya Li's breasts were probably 32 inches; she was petite, so I guessed they were probably a C-cup. Even through her clothes and bra, her breasts felt firm and full.

At this moment, Ya Li turned around and kissed me face to face.

She had thick, moist lips, still smelling of lipstick, and her body exuded a faint fragrance; I guessed it was Chanel 5 or something similar.

Kissing Yali felt amazing. She was very cooperative with my movements, whether it was our tongues meeting or our lips intertwining, she made me feel intoxicated and happy.

My hands were reluctant to leave Yali's breasts, constantly kneading them, and I even took her small hand and placed it on my swollen penis.

Yali understood a man's needs, her small hand slowly stroking my pants.

Our breathing became faster and more rapid, occasionally making "ha ha" sounds during our kiss.

Yali asked me: "Don't leave tonight, okay?" At this moment, I had no desire to leave.

She told me to wait a moment, she was going to take a shower.

I lay alone on the sofa and continued watching Hu Gua's program replay. Her departure relaxed my excited nerves.

Of course, I didn't want her body to leave me, but past experience told me not to rush, unless there was a cataclysmic event, Yali would definitely be mine tonight.

The dripping sound from the shower in the bathroom had stopped, meaning Yali would come out soon. I wondered if she would come out completely naked or wrapped in a large towel.

Yali, who was always impeccably dressed, didn't skimp on her nightgown either. She wore a one-piece babydoll dress, slightly open at the chest, revealing glimpses of her full breasts.

Seeing such a beauty before me, I went over and embraced her; her body was still warm, like the warmth of hot water.

After her bath, she hadn't forgotten to apply lipstick and foundation, making her still stunningly beautiful. Her body exuded a clean, post-bath scent and a faint fragrance.

Without the restraint of a bra, her breasts were soft, like cotton to the touch.

She reached out and unbuckled my belt and trousers, which naturally slipped to the floor, her small hands caressing my groin.

After a while, I felt it wasn't enough, so I pulled her hand inside my underwear. When her soft hand touched me, a jolt of electricity shot through my body.

Somehow, we went from standing to lying on the bed, her body on top of mine. I reached down and touched her round buttocks, inserting my fingers between them—a little wet and a little warm.

She reacted slightly, then asked, "Do you want it?" I whispered, "Yes, I do."

She rolled over and straddled me, taking me inside her without even taking off her skirt.

At first, she let out a moan of pleasure as she was stretched open.

Initially, she was quite dry, so she moved slowly. Once she was fully wet, she began to move naturally up and down, deep and shallow.

I generally don't like the woman-on-top position; most women don't know how to move to make a man happy.

But Yali was an expert. She enveloped my penis with her body, moving up and down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.

When she was deep, there wasn't a gap between our bodies; when she was shallow, she only touched me briefly before enveloping me completely.

She asked, slightly breathless, "Do you like my skirt? Should I take it off?" I said, "You look beautiful like this."

She asked again, "Is it comfortable like this?" I said, "Very good, I can't hold back anymore."

She said, "I'll go slower, so you can last longer."

She slowed down afterward, but our first time together lasted less than five minutes.

A suggestive Category III film starring Shao Shuzhen was playing on TV, showcasing her ample breasts and figure to a limited extent.

I've always disliked these films that are all bark and no bite, revealing but not actually undressing, just teasing men, but that night it was a great aphrodisiac.

I was watching TV with Ya-li's petite, voluptuous body in my arms when I suddenly asked a question I shouldn't have: "How many men have you slept with before?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it.

Luckily, Ya-li didn't get angry and answered: "Seven, I guess, that's a lot, isn't it?" I quickly smoothed things over, saying: "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that question."

She said instead: "It's okay, you only asked because you care about me."

That year, Ya-li was 25 years old. Since leaving business school at 17 or 18, she had entered the workforce.

She had a boyfriend who was her boss, and he had a daughter four years younger than her. They broke up just before her boss's wife found out.

Yali changed jobs and met her boss, who was also married. They dated for about a year or two before the relationship ended because he found someone else.

Yali wasn't good at managing money; otherwise, she wouldn't have failed to make any money off these men. After several years, she only saved enough to go abroad for a year, during which time she mentioned having a foreign boyfriend.

For her age, she was quite experienced.

Having been someone's mistress, Yali knew how to satisfy a man.

She climbed on top of me and took my mouth in, giving me a blowjob.

In her mouth, I prepared for our second night together.

I took off her skirt; her body was completely free of excess fat, clinging to her smooth abdomen, with round breasts, making her look somewhat like the Japanese porn star, Kanazawa Fumiko.

This time, I took the initiative to have her lie on the bed, and I entered her from the front, moving in and out. Yali responded to my movements with rhythm.

When I entered shallowly, she moaned softly; when I went all the way in, she cried out loudly until I withdrew, at which point she took a breath.

Each of my different movements elicited a different reaction from her.

Her natural female reactions during sex were a performance, a technique she'd learned from having sex with different men, including married men and foreigners—precise and skillful like an Olympic athlete.

I remained in that position, appreciating Ya-Li's excellent and passionate performance. When it was time for me to climax, Ya-Li cooperated by letting out a soft, moving moan that lingered for a long time until I withdrew, at which point she finally gasped for breath.

We slept until the next morning. When I woke up, I asked Ya-Li what she planned to do that day, and she said she had no plans.

I had to go home, so I arranged to meet her again that evening.

As soon as I got home, I threw my clothes into the washing machine and jumped into the bathroom to shower and erase all traces of my culprits.

My wife was woken up by my noise and complained about having to go back to work overtime during the Lunar New Year.

I mumbled some excuses and then pretended to be tired and went to bed.

In my sleep, I had a dream where Ya-Li, Xiao-Liu, and I were having a threesome.

Ya-Li has a natural talent for pleasing men.

Once, we were eating out, and a long-legged woman in a tight skirt sat at the next table. Being a leg fetishist, I couldn't help but steal glances at her.

Ya-li saw this, and the next day she dressed similarly, making me restless and distracted all night on our date.

Finally, after the event ended and we arrived at her house, I immediately gave her a bear hug and entered her from behind.

Within a minute, after a few thrusts, I ejaculated inside her. She was still relatively fully clothed, which shows how much she had aroused me that night.

Afterwards, I began to regret whether I had used her as a prostitute for my own release. That night, she teased me, saying, "You're so cruel!" Speaking of prostitutes, once we went to Macau for the night.

I wasn't interested in gambling; food and sex were my real passions.

That was Ya-li's first time at a casino, and she wanted to try everything, not wanting to leave.

We had planned to go sightseeing during the day, but we used that time to catch up on sleep.

Every night, after dinner, we went to the Lisboa Casino, and I lost quite a bit of money over two nights.

But for a female companion like her, how could I care about such things?

On the second night, unable to bear the smog in the casino, I went alone to the lobby of the Lisboa Center to watch the women lingering there.

So many attractive women walking around in front of me, and the thought of spending only two or three thousand NT dollars to have sex with one of them, filled me with inexplicable excitement.

If only Ya-li were there, I could easily have had sex with two or three women that night.

I spotted one wearing a low-cut dress, one breast pushed up to her chin, almost half of it exposed. Beside her was another woman dressed plainly. The more

I looked, the stronger my desire grew. I thought I should immediately persuade Ya-li to go back to the room and have sex, but then I suddenly heard Ya-li say beside me, "Those breasts are so big!" Then Ya-li asked me how much I wanted, and I said two or three thousand NT dollars.

She said she was just standing there looking, and told me to call her back to the room.

Although Ya-li and I only had a sexual relationship, I couldn't very well have sex with another woman in front of her, could I? I told her no, and she said it was okay, she wouldn't mind, and so on.

Finally, I said I was going back to my room, but she wanted to go back and play a few more rounds.

Just as I was showering in my room, I suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

Did Yali forget her keys? It turned out to be those two ladies from the Macau casino knocking on the door, saying Yali had sent them up, and asking which one I wanted.

Now, following my desires, I told the one with the bigger breasts I wanted her.

They both went into the room, while the other said she had nowhere to go and would have to wait.

The busty one asked, "Shall we do it now?" I was a little indifferent to such professional women, but thinking Yali was downstairs, I didn't care too much and told her to take off her clothes.

Her breasts were indeed large, at least a D to E cup, and a little soft to the touch; they looked better with clothes on. With

a naked woman in front of me, my penis was stretched at a 90-degree angle. I was wearing a towel, and my penis was propping it up—it's kind of funny to think about now.

She put on a condom that felt like iron, but I couldn't feel anything.

After a while, my erection softened, and I started to regret it. Why not have sex with Yali tonight? What's the point of going for a prostitute like this? She noticed my dissatisfaction and asked if I wanted to have sex with her friend; two for 800.

I didn't want it to end so quickly, so I agreed to have sex with her friend.

I was still wearing the condom, but it felt much better with her friend; at least she was more responsive.

After some effort and spending 800 Hong Kong dollars, we finished with her friend in about ten minutes.

In the end, I regretted my greed for novelty. Having such a good woman like Ya Li and not being satisfied, I was tempted by other cheaper beauties. This was a lesson and a warning for me.

Afterwards, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by the sound of Ya Li taking a shower. She quickly came out.

As soon as she got on the bed, I quickly hugged her. She was only wearing a long t-shirt and underwear, practically naked.

She scolded me, "Don't touch me! Weren't those two enough for you?" I said, "No, I just looked, I didn't do anything."

She said, "You're lying to me! I saw them downstairs, and they said you both came."

I said, "No way! Look, I can still get hard now. If I had done it with them, would I still be able to?" I was really good at it, and immediately entered Yali's body again. The moment I entered, I felt that this kind of direct contact was what love was all about; using a condom was no match for playing with a doll.

That time, our emotions were incredibly high.

I kept stimulating her, just to hear her alluring moans.

From front to back, and back again, I held her tightly, constantly calling her name, and she answered me with moans of varying pitch.

Finally, I ejaculated without being able to control myself.

That was the climax of our relationship, and also the beginning of its end.

Not long after, she found a new job.

At first, she told me about her work, including a boss who often treated her to lunch and gave her gifts.

After that, we went on dates less and less. The last time I went to her house and made love to her, I felt like I was forcing her.

Then she said that her boss was going to take her to the mainland for a two-week business trip.

I wondered if her boss would also make love to her in a hotel and hear her moan? Finally, two weeks later, she came back. I called her, and she just gave me a few cold replies and hung up.

I knew that at this point, I had to stop while I was ahead.

In the days that followed, I reflected on our relationship and bought a diary to record every single time we made love, a total of nineteen times.

I felt lucky to have her; if possible, I would have been willing to pay for her body.

One day, passing by her house, I impulsively rang her doorbell, but a different person answered, saying he had just moved in last month.

I promptly deleted her number from my mobile phone to cut off my longing.

For many Fridays afterward, I wandered aimlessly alone in Ximending. Once,

I went back to the store where I first bought her clothes and finally managed to buy her the dress I had intended for her.

I took it with me on a business trip to Beijing, found a woman with a similar figure to hers at a karaoke bar, gave her the dress, told her to wear it, and then made love to her.

The climax was still there, but those moans were now a thing of the past for me.

I know that other men are now fortunate enough to hold her and hear her moans.

I was fortunate enough to once possess that voice; now, all that remains is its lingering melody in my mind.

She was fairly attractive, petite and delicate. If you met her on the street, she might not make you turn your head; but spending time with her—after all, she was a 25-year-old woman of average appearance—might inspire some fantasies.

At the company, she mainly handled paperwork for her department, mostly computer-based tasks like file creation and spreadsheets.

Frankly, her work skills weren't great, and she wasn't very good with computers.

She often came in to ask me computer questions, and even if I had something to do, I would gladly teach her.

At first, she would just ask a question or two at the door and leave, but later, as we became more familiar, she would come to the computer screen behind my desk to watch my explanations. Initially,

it was just about computer problems, but after she finished asking questions, we would start chatting.

From the weather to politics, from movies to sports, all sorts of things.

But what she liked to talk about most was life abroad.

It turned out she had studied abroad in the United States for almost a year.

I have a lot of reservations about studying abroad.

Most people want to experience life abroad, but due to financial constraints, they often opt for study abroad programs.

Wanting to see new things and learn a foreign language is a good thing, but can you really master American English in just a few months? Don't even mention study abroad programs; do those who have studied abroad for several years and returned with top-notch foreign language skills? Frankly, I haven't seen many current international students who can speak a foreign language fluently, let alone those on study abroad programs.

Many people can't afford study abroad programs, but in reality, the cost of these programs is higher than that of actual overseas study.

A few months of study abroad might cost the equivalent of a year's worth of overseas study.

After spending all the money, they return to Taiwan with poor language skills and no degree to find a better job.

It's more practical to borrow money to study abroad; at least you can get a degree and find a job.

Ya-li is nostalgic for her study abroad experience from a few years ago and constantly tries to get me to talk about America.

I feel a little sorry for her; she lives in a dream world of foreign countries, unable to return to reality.

Besides, the real foreign countries aren't as wonderful as she describes.

My office is in a corner, not many people usually walk by. Every time she stands in front of me to chat, wearing a short knee-length skirt, it fills me with fantasies.

At first, the distance was from the doorway to the desk, then across the desk looking at the screen, and then she walked to my side to look at the screen. Unconsciously, the distance between us has decreased a lot.

I think Yali's destiny is that of a typical mistress. She's good-looking, but she can't endure hardship and is unwilling to. She spends all her salary on unnecessary cosmetics and clothes, all for the purpose of pleasing men.

She told me she has a boyfriend, but no one has ever seen him, although other colleagues say they've received phone calls from him.

I think, if I had a girlfriend like her, I don't know what I would do.

She was fairly pretty, but there was always a sense that her relationship wouldn't last, that she couldn't be a lifelong partner—a bit like the "chicken rib" Cao Cao described.

Ya-li, who liked foreign things, naturally loved watching American movies.

At that time, I was still with Xiao-liu. One Friday, we arranged to see a movie in Ximending. I went to buy the tickets first.

After buying the tickets, I went to browse the nearby shops while waiting for Xiao-liu, but instead, I ran into Ya-li shopping alone.

I told Ya-li that I had arranged to see a movie with my wife, but she hadn't arrived yet. She said she often came to Ximending during holidays to see if there were any discounts.

She was holding something and asked me, "Do you think this one or that one is better?" She was holding a schoolgirl-style floral dress, and her hand was pointing to a work shirt and trouser suit.

I didn't have a problem with these things, so I said, "Both look good, why don't you try them on?"

She tried both on and then came out to show me.

It's a very intimate thing for a woman to try on clothes for a man. Generally, women are reluctant to wear new clothes in front of men and then ask them to comment on their clothes and their figure.

So I think if a woman lets a man comment on her new clothes, it means her feelings for him have crossed the line.

I said, "A suit makes you look smart and capable, and a skirt makes you look younger."

But that seemed to backfire; she retorted, "Do I look incompetent and old now?" I tried to salvage the situation, saying, "Of course not, you're beautiful."

As for praising her smartness and capability, I couldn't bring myself to say that.

But after I told her she was beautiful, she forgot about the smartness and capability part.

I thought to myself, I'm so lucky! I'm going to the movies with Xiaoliu, and now I'm picking out clothes with Yali—both are quite beautiful.

That night was also a coincidence. Just as Yali was hesitating about which dress to buy, my cell phone rang. Xiaoliu said her fiancé's family needed to see her and she couldn't come, so she should go by herself. Of

course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity. I said to Yali, "My wife just called and said she couldn't come. If you don't have any other plans, would you like to go with me?" It wasn't really appropriate for me to ask Yali to go to the movies alone, but given the situation, it seemed perfectly natural, and Yali readily agreed.

The next question was which dress Yali wanted to buy. She liked both of them, and not only that, she liked everything else in the store.

She kept comparing the two she had in her hand, then comparing them to the others.

The movie was about to start, but Yali seemed to lack any sense of time, not in a hurry at all, just hesitating in the store.

On a whim, I said, "Yali, you look great in both of them, let me give them to you!" She said, "How could I?"

I said, "It's alright, I've known you for so long and I've never given you anything before."

I don't know why I should give her something, but I could see the joy in her eyes. It wasn't

until we reached the checkout that I felt the pang of regret; it totaled over seven thousand yuan. Aside from a suit, I'd never bought anything that expensive for myself.

Giving clothes to a beautiful girl gives you a sense of satisfaction. When you see her wearing the clothes you gave her, you feel a little happy, as if wearing your clothes means they belong to you.

After the movie, I planned to press my advantage and ask Ya-li out for dinner, but Xiao-liu left me a message asking me to meet her after the movie.

Xiao-liu was about to get married then, and I was starting to miss her, so I said goodbye to Ya-li and went to find Xiao-liu. Feeling

a bit lost after leaving Ya-li, I drove to a secluded spot in the suburbs, and Xiao-liu and I made love in the car. But what I saw and touched wasn't Xiao-liu, but Ya-li's body.

A few weeks later, Xiao-liu married and moved south.

One lazy Friday afternoon, I sat alone in my office, lost in thought.

Looking at the setting sun outside the window, I reflected on the past two years when I would always meet with Qing-qing and Xiao-liu every Friday.

Now they were both gone, and it seemed I would spend countless lonely Friday afternoons from now on.

I saw Ya-li walk past the door. To fill the emptiness of Xiao-liu's departure, I called Ya-li in and asked, "Any plans after work today? How about we go see a movie?" I'm usually very careful at work, otherwise, how come no one knows about my affair with Qingqing and Xiaoliu two years ago?

I'm reluctant to be so direct, after all, I'm a married man, and it's a bit risky.

But that day, I don't know where I got the courage, I blurted it out.

Yali thought for a moment and replied, "Okay."

I was worried that if I left work with Yali, we'd run into a lot of colleagues, so I said, "Let's leave fifteen minutes early and buy tickets sooner."

Yali said, "My manager is here today, so I might not be able to leave early."

I said, "Then I'll leave early and drive the car to the other side of the road; that way, the road will be easier to drive on."

Actually, all of this was to avoid being seen or bumped into by Yali.

Yali's manager, Julie, is an older woman who has been with the company for a long time.

She's not actually a very difficult person to get along with, but she's always had a problem with Yali.

She said Yali is always late, and Yali said it's because she has too much work and has to work overtime until seven or eight o'clock every day.

Based on my understanding of Yali, she's definitely not a very capable person at work.

Ya-li didn't like watching movies quietly; she'd always chat with the person next to her, talking about how handsome the male lead was and how stupid the female lead was.

Of course, I'd join in, and I quite enjoyed talking to her at the movie theater entrance.

Because talking in the theater meant we had to be so close, so close I could hear her breathing; we were practically face-to-face.

Soon it was Friday again, and we'd made plans to see a movie.

Sitting so close in the dark, even without any physical intimacy, I'd already mentally possessed her many times.

That winter was very cold, and I was so grateful to have Ya-li accompany me to movies and meals every weekend, while I'd go shopping with her.

Soon the Lunar New Year arrived, and we were both reluctant to part on the last weekend of the year.

Ya-li was going home for the New Year, and I had to accompany my wife south, and there were other things to do; we probably wouldn't be able to see each other alone for two weeks.

Up until then, our relationship had stopped at kissing and hugging, but that only fueled my desire, making me want more.

I started my holiday a week before the Lunar New Year because firstly, I had no more cases to work on, secondly, I had plenty of unused vacation days, and thirdly, my wife, a teacher, had already started her holiday long ago.

Yali was going to work her last day before the holiday. That evening, around 8 PM, my wife and I were watching a variety show after dinner when my phone rang. It was Yali calling.

As soon as I answered, I heard Yali's tearful voice say, "Danny, can you come to the company right now?" I asked in surprise, "What happened, Yali? Why are you still at the company so late?" Yali cried and said, "Julie fired me."

I had heard that Julie was going to fire Yali, but doing this on the eve of the Lunar New Year seemed too cruel. So I said I would come right away.

Before leaving, I told my wife that the company system had crashed and I had to go back to fix it, and I didn't know when I would be back.

I work on systems at the company, but women don't know much about computers. They think anything about crashes, viruses, or Y2K is a huge deal.

When I got to the company, it was almost nine o'clock. Poor Ya-li was waiting for me downstairs, carrying several boxes of things. She had stopped crying, but you could still see traces of tears on her face.

We carried the things to the car and started comforting her.

I wanted to take her to eat, and she agreed, but when we got to the restaurant, she said she didn't want to eat; she wasn't hungry.

So we drove around for almost two hours, not knowing where to go, talking the whole time in the car.

Finally, she seemed tired, so I suggested taking her home.

Ya-li lives near Sogo; she lives alone in Taipei.

That night was the first time I went to her place. It was a small apartment. She said it was convenient, and since she lived alone, she didn't have to commute to work.

The location was excellent, so the space wasn't very big; besides the bathroom, there were no other rooms.

After we went into the room, the atmosphere became awkward. A male and female colleague alone in a room late at night—I couldn't think of a good explanation.

Although I took her home, I had no intention of leaving.

Ya-li didn't want me to leave either. She said, "Why don't you sit on the sofa for a while? I'll make some coffee."

Coffee seems to have become a common topic of conversation between modern men and women. A cup of coffee can break the ice and ease the atmosphere; it can also be a way to change the subject when you can't find a topic.

Ya-li didn't have much furniture. The suite only had a dining table, a sofa, a TV next to the sofa, and a bed opposite it.

The whole room was filled with a girl's touch. Several large Disney plush toys, Andy Lau and Tom Cruise postcards, CDs, etc., were the only decorations in the room.

She was always busy and couldn't find anything she needed at work, so I wasn't too surprised that she was fired, but she kept her home spotless.

The sound of cars coming from the street below could be heard outside the window. Taipei really is a city that never sleeps.

There were clanging and banging sounds coming from the kitchen. I thought to myself, "Making a cup of coffee shouldn't take this long, right?" Looking over, I saw Ya-li bustling around. The coffee was already made, and I wondered what she was doing.

Having been married myself, I'm experienced in matters of the heart and know how difficult her situation is.

On the surface, we're still friends and colleagues, but that changed after she brought me home tonight.

Yali was too embarrassed to come out of the kitchen, so what was I waiting for? We lay on the sofa, watching a rerun of the Hu Gua variety show from earlier that evening.

My hands roamed restlessly over Yali's body.

She lay in my arms with her back to me, and I pulled her body closer so my already aroused penis could press against her full, beautiful buttocks, relieving the pressure of its swelling.

I started with her smooth, alabaster-like abdomen, reaching under her clothes, enjoying the pleasure of her skin without any obstruction. Yali's breathing gradually quickened, and I continued exploring her most intimate areas.

Yali's breasts were probably 32 inches; given her petite frame, I guessed they were a C-cup. Even through her clothes and bra, her breasts felt firm and full.

Then Yali turned around and we kissed face-to-face.

She had full, moist lips, still smelling of lipstick, and her body exuded a faint fragrance; I think it was Chanel 5 or something similar.

Kissing Yali was wonderful; she was very cooperative, whether it was our tongues meeting or our lips intertwining, she made me feel intoxicated and ecstatic.

My hands lingered on Yali's breasts, constantly kneading them, and I even guided her small hand to my swollen penis.

Yali understood a man's needs, her small hand slowly caressing my pants.

Our breathing became faster and more rapid, occasionally punctuated by soft "ha-ha" sounds during our kisses.

Yali asked me, "Don't leave tonight, okay?" At that moment, I had no desire to leave.

She told me to wait a moment; she was going to take a shower.

I lay alone on the sofa, continuing to watch the rerun of Hu Gua's program. Her departure allowed my excited nerves to relax. While

I didn't want her body to leave me, past experience told me not to rush things; unless a cataclysmic event occurred, Yali would definitely be mine tonight.

The dripping sound of the shower in the bathroom had stopped, meaning Yali would be out soon. I wondered if she would come out completely naked or wrapped in a large towel.

Yali, who was always good at dressing up, didn't skimp on her bathrobe either. She wore a one-piece babydoll dress with a slight opening at the chest, through which I could vaguely see her full breasts.

With such a beauty before me, I went over and hugged her. Her body was still warm as if from the hot water.

After her bath, she hadn't forgotten to apply lipstick and foundation, making her still look stunning. Her body exuded a clean scent after the bath and a faint fragrance of perfume.

Without the restraint of a bra, her breasts were soft, like a ball of cotton to the touch.

She reached out and unbuckled my belt and pants, and my trousers naturally slipped to the floor. Her small hands caressed my crotch.

After letting her touch me for a while, I felt it wasn't enough, so I pulled her hand inside my underwear. When her soft hand touched me there, a jolt of electricity shot through my body.

Somehow we went from standing to lying on the bed, her body on top of me. I reached out and touched her round buttocks, inserting my fingers between them, feeling a little wet and warm.

She reacted slightly, then asked, "Do you want it?" I whispered, "Yes."

She rolled over and straddled me, taking me inside her without even taking off her skirt.

At first, she let out a moan of pleasure as she was stretched open.

Initially, she was rather dry, moving slowly, but once she was fully wet, she began to move naturally up and down, deep and shallow.

I generally don't like the woman-on-top position; most women don't know how to move to make a man happy.

But Yali was an expert. She enveloped my penis with her body, moving up and down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.

When she was deep, there wasn't a gap between our bodies; when she was shallow, she only touched me briefly before enveloping me completely again.

She asked, slightly breathless, "Do you like my skirt? Should I take it off?" I said, "You look beautiful dressed like that."

She asked again, "Is it comfortable like this?" I said, "It's great, I can't hold back any longer."

She said, "I'll go slower, so you can last longer."

She slowed down afterward, but the first time we had sex lasted less than five minutes.

A suggestive Category III film starring Shao Shuzhen was playing on TV, showcasing her ample breasts and figure to a limited extent.

I've always hated these films that are all show and no substance, revealing but not actually undressing, just teasing men, but that night it was a great aphrodisiac.

I was watching TV with Ya Li's petite, voluptuous body in my arms when I suddenly asked a question I shouldn't have: "How many men have you slept with before?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it.

Luckily, Ya Li didn't get angry and answered, "Seven, I guess, that's a lot, isn't it?" I quickly smoothed things over, saying, "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that question."

She said instead, "It's okay, you only asked because you care about me."

That year, Ya Li was 25 years old. Since leaving the business school at 17 or 18, she had been working in the workforce.

She had a boyfriend who was her boss, and he had a daughter four years younger than her. They broke up just before her boss's wife found out.

Yali then changed jobs and met her superior, who was also married. They dated for about a year or two before he found someone else, and the relationship ended.

Yali wasn't good at managing money; otherwise, she wouldn't have failed to make any money off these men. After several years, she only saved enough to go abroad for a year, during which time she mentioned having a foreign boyfriend.

For her age, she was quite experienced.

Having been someone's mistress, Yali knew how to satisfy a man.

She climbed on top of me and gave me a blowjob.

In her mouth, I prepared for a second night of passion.

I took off her skirt; her body was completely free of excess fat, clinging to her smooth abdomen, with round breasts, making her look somewhat like the Japanese porn star, Kanazawa Fumiko.

This time, I took the initiative to have her lie on the bed, and I entered her from the front, moving in and out. Yali responded to my movements with rhythm.

When I penetrated lightly, she moaned softly; when I penetrated fully, she cried out loudly, only catching her breath when I withdrew.

Each of my different movements elicited a different reaction from her.

This natural female response in sex was a performance, a technique she had learned from having sex with different men, including married men and foreigners, with the precision and skill of an Olympic athlete.

I remained in this position, appreciating Yali's excellent and passionate performance. When I was about to ejaculate, Yali cooperated by letting out a soft, moving moan that lingered for a long time until I withdrew, at which point she finally gasped for breath.

We slept until the next morning. When I got up, I asked Yali what she planned to do that day, and she said she had no plans.

I had to go home, so I arranged to meet her again that evening.

As soon as I got home, I threw my clothes into the washing machine and jumped into the bathroom to shower and erase all evidence.

My wife was woken up by my noise and complained that I had to go back to work overtime during the New Year holiday.

I mumbled some excuses and then pretended to be tired and went to bed.

I had a dream while I was fast asleep. In the dream, Ya-li, Xiao-liu, and I were having a threesome.

Ya-li has a natural talent for pleasing men.

Once, we were eating out, and a long-legged woman in a tight skirt sat at the next table. With my leg fetish, I couldn't help but steal glances at her.

Ya-li saw this, and the next day she dressed similarly, making me restless and distracted all night on our date.

Finally, after the event ended, we went to her house. As soon as we entered, I hugged her tightly and entered her from behind.

In less than a minute, after a few thrusts, I ejaculated inside her. She was still almost fully clothed at that time, which shows how much she aroused me that night.

Afterwards, I began to regret whether I had used her as a prostitute as a tool for my gratification. That night, she teased me, saying, "You're so cruel!" Speaking of prostitutes, once we went to Macau for the night.

I wasn't interested in gambling; food and sex were what I preferred.

That was Ya-li's first time at a casino. She wanted to try everything and didn't want to leave.

We had planned to go sightseeing during the day, but we ended up using the time to catch up on sleep.

Every evening, after dinner, we went to the Lisboa Casino, and I lost quite a bit of money over two nights.

But with her as my companion, how could I care about such things?

On the second night, I couldn't stand the smog in the casino, so I went to the main lobby of the Lisboa Casino to watch the women lingering there.

So many attractive women walking around in front of me, and the thought of spending only two or three thousand NT dollars to play with one of them, filled me with inexplicable excitement.

It was only because Ya-li was there that I could easily have sex with two or three women a night.

I spotted one wearing a low-cut dress, one breast pushed up to her chin, almost half of it exposed. Next to her was another woman dressed more plainly. The more

I looked, the stronger my desire became. I thought I should immediately persuade Ya-li to go back to the room and have some fun, but then I suddenly heard Ya-li say beside me, "That woman's breasts are so big!" Then Ya-li asked me how much I wanted, and I said two or three thousand NT dollars.

She said she was just standing there looking, and told me to call her back to the room.

Although my relationship with Yali was purely platonic, I couldn't very well have sex with another woman in front of her, could I? I told her no, and she said it was okay, she wouldn't mind, and so on.

Finally, I said I had to go back to my room, and she wanted to go back and play a few more rounds.

Just as I was showering in my room, I suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

Did Yali forget her key? It turned out to be those two ladies from the Macau casino knocking on the door, saying that Yali had sent them up, and asking which one I wanted.

Now that things had come to this, I followed my desires and told the one with the bigger breasts that I wanted her.

The two of them went into the room together, and the other one said she had nowhere to go and had to wait there.

The busty one asked: "Shall we do it now?" I was a little indifferent to such professional ladies, but thinking that Yali was downstairs, I didn't care too much and told her to take off her clothes.

Her breasts were indeed big, at least a D to E cup, and they felt a little soft to the touch; they looked better with clothes on. With

a naked woman in front of me, my penis was stretched at a 90-degree angle. At that time, I was wearing a towel, and my penis was using the towel to support it; thinking about it now, it's still a little funny.

She put a metal condom on me, and I felt nothing.

After a while, my erection softened, and I started to regret it. Why not have sex with Ya Li tonight? What's the point of going for a prostitute like this? She noticed my dissatisfaction and asked if I wanted to have sex with her friend; two people would cost 800.

I didn't want it to end so quickly, so I agreed to have sex with her friend. I

still had that metal condom on, but it felt much better with her friend; at least she was more responsive.

In the end, after some effort and 800 Hong Kong dollars, I finished with her friend in about ten minutes.

In the end, I regretted my greed for novelty. I wasn't satisfied with such a good woman as Ya Li and instead coveted other cheap beauties. This was a lesson and a warning for me.

Afterward, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by the sound of Ya Li taking a shower. She quickly came out. As soon as

she got on the bed, I quickly hugged her. She was only wearing a long t-shirt and underwear, practically naked.

She scolded me, "Don't touch me. Weren't those two enough for you?" I said, "No, I was just looking. I didn't do anything."

She said, "You're still lying to me. I saw them downstairs, and they said you both came."

I said, "No way! Look, I can still get hard now. If I had done it with them earlier, would I still be able to?" I really could, and I immediately entered Yali's body again. The moment I entered, I felt that this kind of direct contact was what love was all about. Using a condom was no match for playing with a doll.

That time, our emotions were especially high.

I kept stimulating her, just to hear her seductive moans.

From front to back, and back again, I held her tightly and kept calling her name. She answered me with moans of varying pitch.

Finally, I ejaculated without being able to control myself.

That was the climax of our relationship, and also the beginning of its end.

Not long after, she found a new job.

At first, she told me about her work, including a boss who often treated her to lunch and gave her gifts.

After that, we went on dates less and less. The last time I went to her house and made love to her, I felt like I was forcing her.

Then she said her boss was taking her to mainland China on a two-week business trip.

I wondered if her boss would also have sex with her in a hotel and hear her moaning. Two weeks later, she returned, and I called her. She just gave me a few cold replies and hung up.

I knew I had to call it quits.

In the days that followed, I reflected on our relationship and bought a diary to record every time we had sex—a total of nineteen times.

I thought I was lucky to have her; if possible, I would have paid for her body.

One day, passing by her house, I impulsively rang her doorbell, but someone else answered, saying he had just moved in last month.

I promptly deleted her number from my phone to cut off my longing.

For many Fridays afterward, I wandered aimlessly through Ximending alone.

Once, I went back to the store where I first bought her clothes, and finally managed to buy her the dress I wanted.

I brought it with me when I was on a business trip to Beijing. At a karaoke bar, I found a woman with a similar build to her. I gave her the clothes and told her to wear them before we made love.

The climax was still there, but those moans were now a thing of the past for me.

I know other men are now fortunate enough to hold her and hear her moans.

I was so lucky to have once possessed that sound; now all that's left is the lingering echo in my mind.

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