The mystery of the assistant's resignation

The Mystery of My Assistant's Resignation
: After work, I rode my Yamaha to my girlfriend's company. I was a little anxious, but at the same time, I had a strange feeling of excitement.

My girlfriend had just called me, asking me to come to her company after work to keep her company.

Damn, that's strange. It's fine to work overtime, why do I have to go with her? Is her company haunted? Having to sit with her for two or three hours is going to kill me!

My girlfriend is a clever person, and of course she could tell from my reluctant tone that she wanted me to come with her because only she and her boss were in the company tonight.

Only her and her boss in the company? Only a lecherous man in his forties and a delicate and beautiful young woman who had recently graduated from university, working overtime together in a small company at night?

The boss of my girlfriend's company is called Mr. Morita, half Japanese. It is said that his mother got pregnant by his father when she was young, and after giving birth to him, his father actually agreed to marry her and they settled down. Therefore, Mr. Morita can speak Japanese, Mandarin, and the local dialect.

He's an interior and window display designer who started this small business services company over a decade ago. Originally, his company specialized in finding suitable business locations for foreign (Japanese) companies and designing shopping malls or exhibition setups for them. However, with the recent economic downturn and fewer foreign clients, he's even taking on small businesses like private wedding design.

I thought of Morita; his appearance is easy to remember—curly hair and a messy beard. Maybe that's what makes someone look like an artist, but I think he looks more like an unemployed thug who preys on women.

I'm not exaggerating; this guy has that lewd and obscene characteristic typical of Japanese people. Once, I ran into him on the subway, and he was holding an English version of Playboy, flipping through it with an air of superiority, pulling out pages of naked women, and staring at them with his small, lewd eyes, seemingly savoring the details.

Damn it, my girlfriend is such a beautiful girl, and tonight she's alone with this pervert. What if she gets stripped naked like a playboy, her breasts and buttocks exposed for him to taste?

Damn, just thinking about it makes my dick throb. Damn, this weird dick of mine gets so excited when I think about my beloved, beautiful girlfriend being violated and molested by other men!

I locked the door and saw the two-story company building. Bright lights were still shining from the large windows upstairs, but downstairs, a "Closed" sign was hanging outside, and only one light was on; the rest were off, making it dimly lit.

I gently pushed the door open; there was no security at all. Downstairs, there was a room with equipment used for exhibition setups, such as lights, sound systems, and backdrops. The door was locked. The two colleagues who were moving things and driving the car, I think their names were Ashu and Zong, apparently they had gone home.

The staircase, made of aluminum, was at the far end of the shop, each step open, spiraling gracefully upwards to the second floor. No wonder my girlfriend wore dress pants to work; otherwise, climbing those stairs would have given Ah Shu and Ah Zong a good look at her underwear.

I quietly climbed the stairs, the bright lights from upstairs catching my eye. I saw two desks; I'd been here before and knew the right one was Ms. Ma's (the accountant) desk. It was tidied up, so she'd probably left work. The left desk had several design sketches and some invoices; this was my girlfriend's workspace, but she wasn't there, probably in the boss's office.

My penis reminded me again, so thick it felt like it was about to burst out of my pants. Damn it, what's so exciting about my girlfriend being in the boss's office? It's just business.

But is it necessary to close the door when discussing business? Closing it is fine, maybe to avoid being disturbed. But everyone else has left; why close the door?

Could my girlfriend already be being ravished by that pervert Morita? It's hard to say. My girlfriend is always so delicate and her body is so sensitive. If she were to encounter an experienced pervert, a few forceful embraces and teasings would make her vagina wet and her whole body go limp, leaving her completely at his mercy. Could she already be being ravished by Morita in the office?

My penis grew increasingly erect, so I bent down and slowly approached the glass window of Morita's office. White curtains hung in the glass window, not closed, but the sides of the curtains prevented a direct view into the office from the staircase angle. I slowly walked towards my girlfriend's seat; from that angle, she should be able to see what was happening in the office.

My heart was pounding, and the closer I got to my girlfriend's desk, the faster my heart beat.

Before my girlfriend joined the company, this desk was occupied by a scene design assistant, my girlfriend who had graduated from university a year or two ago. Her name was Xiaotian, and true to her name, she was very sweet. She was doing well at her job and earned a good salary, but suddenly resigned at the beginning of the year. Morita hired my girlfriend to replace her. Xiaotian was

doing so well here, why did she resign?

This mystery must be solved to prevent my girlfriend from suffering the same fate. After my girlfriend worked here for a while, Ms. Ma, the accountant sitting opposite her, told her that the previous design assistant had resigned because she suddenly became pregnant. A perfectly healthy young woman, pregnant before marriage?

Maybe her boyfriend was careless? But if that's the case, pregnancy is pregnancy, can't they just have a wedding? It's too strange!

I'm wondering if the child in her belly isn't her boyfriend's? I think the most likely scenario is that Morita, that lecherous guy, took advantage of her while she was working overtime, raped her, and planted his bastard child in her womb, making her pregnant!

Damn it, that Morita is despicable! He's old enough to be someone's father, and he's still raping his subordinate like this!

Now Morita's hired my girlfriend as a design assistant, replacing that girl's old job. Isn't her situation incredibly dangerous?

Since Morita managed to get that girl pregnant, it proves his penis and sperm are incredibly potent. If he rapes my girlfriend on his desk, he might just pierce her vagina, penetrating all the way to her cervix, and then dump all those billions of his vile sperm into her uterus. With so much semen, he might not only get her pregnant, but could even make her give birth to twins, triplets, or quadruplets!

I walked to my girlfriend's desk; from this angle, I could indeed see what was happening in Morita's office. I took a deep breath.

Don't think I'm not nervous, or that I'm used to seeing other guys humiliating and molesting my girlfriend. Actually, that's not the case. Every time I see my girlfriend being stripped naked, having her breasts groped, having a strange guy's big penis penetrate her, or having semen ejaculated inside her, my heart races so fast it feels like it'll jump out of my mouth, and my nose will bleed.

So this time, my heart was pounding with excitement, I could hear it myself. I crouched down and peered through the curtains…

Wow, how could this be!

In the office, Morita sat upright in his seat, my girlfriend sitting opposite him, explaining her design to him with the blueprints spread out on the table. How could this be?

My girlfriend is so beautiful and alluring, and Morita is so lecherous and obscene, yet… nothing has happened! They're even seriously discussing business! Could my girlfriend have already been with him? But it doesn't seem like it; her clothes are still perfectly intact.

Now it was my turn to be stunned. I was filled with mixed feelings. Damn, it seemed like I was quite disappointed.

I waited a while longer, but they were still seriously discussing the design sketches, which made me a little tired from squatting. Having no other choice, I quietly retreated to the stairs, deliberately knocking a few times, then coughing, before walking to Morita's office door and knocking again.

I heard Morita say from inside, "Come in, please!"

I went in and greeted him, "Mr. Morita, sorry to bother you."

When I opened the door, I realized I might have been overthinking things. It turned out the office was quite air-conditioned, and Morita, being a bit overweight (but not very fat), was sensitive to heat, so he needed the air conditioning on high. That's why he had closed the door to discuss business with his girlfriend.

When Morita saw me, he was delighted and said, "Ah, ah, no need to be so polite, Little Mustache's here! Great, this big mustache can finally leave."

He actually stood up, took off his tie, picked up his briefcase, and said, "Your girlfriend is such a pretty girl, and it's dangerous for her to work overtime alone. It's good that you're here."

I never expected Morita to be so lecherous as I thought; he's actually quite considerate of his female colleagues.

My girlfriend put away her design sketches and went back to her desk. Morita took his briefcase and a box of things, probably items to be sent to the exhibition hall tomorrow.

I helped him carry the box and followed him down the stairs. He thanked me with "Oh, thank you," the kind of insincere politeness typical of Japanese people.

Before leaving the company, he whispered to me, "Little Hu, you're lucky with your girlfriend's two big breasts."

He said "two big breasts," gesturing with his hand in front of my chest. Damn, he was talking about my girlfriend's large breasts. "I just looked through her shirt, they really are big, they must feel incredibly bouncy."

This guy, turns out he's a lecher!

After seeing off my girlfriend's lecherous boss, only my girlfriend and I were left in the company.

She sat upright at her desk, continuing to work on her design sketches and inputting the necessary materials into the computer. I pulled over Ms. Ma's chair and sat down opposite my girlfriend, watching her work.

Her quiet, focused demeanor gave me a feeling I hadn't had before. She wore a neat white and light blue checkered shirt, clean and beautiful, which accentuated her upper body curves. She looked so dignified and graceful. I couldn't help but ask myself: Is this Shao Xia? Is she the same girlfriend who usually nestles in my arms, protected by me (but I haven't protected her, instead often humiliating her)?

More than an hour passed quickly. My girlfriend seemed to have finished part of her work. She looked up and saw me, saying with a hint of guilt, "Oh dear, were you staring at me like that? I'm sorry, did I bore you?"

I didn't answer her, just shook my head and smiled. Then I pulled a chair over to her and put my arms around her waist.

My girlfriend is very understanding, and feeling embarrassed that I had waited for her for so long, she reached out her delicate white hands and hooked them around my neck, saying, "I really needed you to keep me company. Morita-san called me into his office earlier and told me to close the door. I was so afraid he might do something to me."

Damn, I thought he might do something to you too. Too bad, maybe he knew I was coming, so he didn't dare do anything to my girlfriend. Otherwise, given his lecherous nature, how could he not be tempted by my cute and beautiful girlfriend?

However, I covered for Morita by saying, "Really? He doesn't seem like a lecherous man."

Hehe, if my girlfriend believes me, she'll gradually lower her guard against Morita. Maybe next time I come to visit her, I'll see her stripped naked and forcibly raped by this old guy Morita, hehe. (I was practically drooling just thinking about it.)

My girlfriend said coquettishly, "Don't you believe me? Ashu and Zong also told me to be careful around Morita-san and try not to be alone with him."

I deliberately said, "You're overthinking it, aren't you? When I opened the door just now, Morita-san was sitting there peacefully. How could he possibly do anything to you?"

My girlfriend took my hand and led me into Morita's office, telling me to sit in Morita's seat and saying, "You're Morita-san, so sit here."

Then she sat opposite me, in the same posture she had used to explain the design sketches to Morita, and said, "I was discussing the design sketches with Morita-san just now, but his eyes weren't on the sketches; they were on my chest."

Wow, when my girlfriend said that, I looked up and realized that the collar of her shirt was open (thanks to my advice; I told her to unbutton two buttons at the collar when she's at work), and I could directly see her two delicate, round breasts inside her shirt, so full they looked like they were about to jump out. Even I was stunned.

My girlfriend was still explaining to me, "He was just looking at me like that, and I was too embarrassed to cover it up, so I just pretended not to know and continued talking to him about the design drawings."

I sat comfortably in Morita's high-backed executive chair, looking at my girlfriend's fair and tender breasts, my penis getting hard in my pants again, and said, "His self-control is pretty good. If I were your boss, I wouldn't just look, I would also..."

I didn't finish my sentence, but I had already taken action. I reached out and touched and squeezed my girlfriend's breasts a few times, squeezing her two tender breasts so much that they almost popped out of her bra.

My girlfriend, after I touched her breasts, let out a shy, coquettish cry and said, "Don't do this, I'm just worried that Morita-san might suddenly do this..."

Before she could finish, I pulled her close, perhaps too forcefully, and she fell into my arms. My hands began to roam freely, kneading her breasts. Although she tried to break free, I knew how to tease her, not giving her a chance to catch her breath, and forcefully kissed her on the lips while unbuttoning her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I could directly touch her soft breasts and enjoy the softness of her two large, round breasts inside.

Finally, she managed to pull away from my mouth, panting, "No...no...this is Morita-san's office."

The more my girlfriend struggled, the more excited I became. I thought to myself, this is Morita's office, and my girlfriend just asked me to pretend to be Morita. Now I'm going to have my way with this delicate and beautiful girl in front of me. So I continued to unleash my ruthless advances on my girlfriend.

My girlfriend blushed and cried out, "How could you do this..." as she tried to break free

from my embrace. She couldn't escape, and instead, her hair, which had been tied up, came loose, letting down its long strands and releasing a lovely, youthful fragrance. This intensified my desire, so I pushed her down onto Morita's desk, unbuttoned her shirt, and grabbed her large breasts, bra and all, kneading them vigorously.

My fingers touched her smooth, soft skin. I flipped her bra up, revealing her two plump, white breasts. Her pale nipples were already erect and red from my teasing, and my hands pinched and rubbed her firm, elastic breasts.

My girlfriend, somewhat panicked, grabbed my hand, trying to stop me from further assaulting her. She said urgently, "You bad pig, not here! Someone might see us through the window... Are you crazy... Don't do this..."

Only then did I notice the huge glass window in Morita's office, about two feet from the ceiling and only reaching below my knees. This was the large window I'd seen from downstairs. From this angle, I could almost see the road below, and there were other buildings across the road. If I pressed my girlfriend against the desk like this, someone really would see us.

But this only excited me more. I loved having my girlfriend's buttocks and breasts exposed to other men's voyeurism. So, ignoring her protests, I ripped open her shirt and pulled off her bra, revealing her large breasts swaying precariously.

Seeing my burning lust, and realizing she couldn't stop my assault, my girlfriend begged, "Good pig, turn off the light... and I'll give it to you..."

Although I enjoy exposing her to others, this is still an office, and it's easy for people across the street to see what's happening in the office. If someone takes pictures of us making love in the office and posts them online, we'll be ruined. They might even use the photos to blackmail me into giving up my girlfriend and letting them treat her like a free prostitute. That would be even worse.

I reached out and turned off the light switch, plunging the office into darkness. But the night light and lamplight from outside shone in, making the feeling of being exposed even stronger. That's better, it's less likely for others to see us, and it satisfies my fetish for exposing my girlfriend.

My hands began to caress and knead my girlfriend's large breasts. Seeing that I obediently turned off the light, she stopped struggling as before, only pretending to push me away. But with my caresses on her breasts, she became shy and her heart pounded. I could hear her heart pounding, and she was panting heavily.

I knew she was aroused, so I reached out and unbuttoned her trousers, pulling them down. Her panties were already soaked and almost transparent. My fingers expertly reached down, pushing the panties to the left and slipping my fingers into her vulva. My

girlfriend gasped, "Ah...you...you bad guy...knowing what I'm most afraid of...and you still do this to me...ah..."

She tried to close her legs, but my hands had already conquered that important area between her legs, and my fingers continued their assault. My girlfriend was exhausted from my ministrations, lying limply on Morita's desk. I took the opportunity to pull off her trousers and panties, leaving her only in an open shirt and a torn bra.

I straightened up and saw my girlfriend lying on the desk, her body shapely and curvaceous. Suddenly, I imagined myself as Morita, and my girlfriend was about to be raped by him. Just thinking about it made my penis swell several times its normal size. I quickly pulled down my pants, released my thick cannon, and rubbed it against my girlfriend's mons pubis.

I chuckled lewdly and said, "Xia, were you afraid that Morita-san would press you down on the desk like this and ravish you?"

My girlfriend groaned and said, "I was just afraid he was lecherous... If you hadn't come... he might have really... done me..."

"What did he do to you? Was it like this?"

I said, rubbing the head of my penis against her tender opening, making my girlfriend tremble all over, and her juices flowed out, making her tender opening even more slippery.

"Um...no...he won't be as gentle as you are...I'm afraid he'll force himself on me..."

"Is that so?"

Hearing my girlfriend say she was afraid Morita would force himself on her, I felt incredibly excited. I immediately imagined that burly guy Morita pinning my girlfriend down on the table and raping her. Suddenly, I lifted my girlfriend's two smooth, long legs and thrust my thick penis straight into her vagina, all the way to the deepest part of her tender hole, making her scream "Ahhh!" I said to her, "Is this how Morita rapes you?"

"No...humph...no...Morita-san...I already have a boyfriend...no..."

My girlfriend moaned, writhing in pleasure, her hands gripping the desk tightly.

My girlfriend knew I wanted to play role-playing games with her. We often played these kinds of games, sometimes doctor and nurse, sometimes police and thief, sometimes adulterous lovers and mistresses.

Another time, we played teacher and student, but my sister saw us. She didn't know what we were doing and even suggested we be students with my girlfriend. Of course, we didn't continue that time, because our plan was for the perverted teacher to rape the pretty female student. I couldn't very well torture my sister like my girlfriend did, could I?

Anyway, my girlfriend and I often play role-playing games, so this time she played along, acting as if she were really being raped by her boss, Morita.

I grinned lewdly at my girlfriend and said in Morita's tone, "Hehe, being a design assistant means you have to give me a good time. That old assistant named Xiaotian got me all pregnant too."

As I spoke, I thrust my big penis in and out of my girlfriend's vagina.

My girlfriend moaned, "...No...don't do this to me...ah...I'm just a design assistant...what do you take me for...if you want to do this, go hire a prostitute...I'm not a prostitute...ah...stop it...Morita-san...my boyfriend is coming soon..."

I chuckled lewdly, "It'll be even better when your boyfriend comes, let him see how I rape you."

"Ah...you're such a pervert...you want to rape me in front of my boyfriend...ah...he'll be so angry..." (I won't be angry!) My girlfriend continued to moan as I played with her, "What will I do if he doesn't want me anymore..."

"If he doesn't want you, you can just be my concubine."

I was stimulated by my girlfriend's seductive and lewd behavior, my blood was boiling, and I stirred my thick and hard penis in her tender hole, making her smack and smack.

"Ah... I won't be your concubine... You're so perverted... You even raped me. What if I become your concubine... and your friends take me out to gang rape me... Ah..."

My girlfriend cried out lewdly as I fucked her. When I heard her say "gang rape," her vagina convulsed intensely, sucking and squeezing my penis, filling my whole body with pleasure. My girlfriend was so dignified just now, but now she's as alluring as a tempting beauty!

Good heavens, what would it be like if my girlfriend really was raped by Morita and then taken to his friends and clients for gang rape?

My mind raced with excited fantasies. What if I married my girlfriend and she was still frequently gang raped by other men? Would my house be filled with erotic scenes?

What would my father's reaction be if he saw his beautiful daughter-in-law being raped and humiliated like this? Would he tell me to kick Shaoxia out of the Hu family, or would he join the fray and rape her with the other men? The thought of my dad's penis inside my girlfriend's tender vagina must be incredibly obscene, yet exhilarating!

What about my mom? Will those men who gang-raped my girlfriend also target her? Even though she's over forty, her skin is still delicate, her figure beautiful, and most importantly, she's preserved her youthful beauty remarkably well—no wonder so many of my dad's friends still drool over her. Given

my mom's beauty, will the swarms of men my girlfriend attract also take liberties with her? Maybe they'll easily get her into bed, strip her naked, and have several penises take turns thrusting into her vagina—wouldn't that be incredibly lewd?

Will my sister be terrified when she comes home and sees this? Perhaps she won't even have time to be terrified before being dragged into a room by men, her orifices filled with penises from all sides…

Damn, where am I thinking? But for some reason, the thought of my girlfriend being violated, or the thought of all the girls in my family being raped, always excites me.

I bent down, my mouth on my girlfriend's nipple, licking her soft breasts and the nipple that was gradually becoming erect. She couldn't resist my move at all; soon her whole body was hot, her breathing turned into panting, and the lustful fluid in her vagina gushed out like a burst dam, soaking my penis warm and moist. The lustful fluid, tightly enveloped by the delicate flesh of my girlfriend's vagina, felt incredibly good. I couldn't help but thrust wildly inside her, making her feel soft and slurping sounds.

My girlfriend closed her eyes, enjoying the assault of my big penis on her, thrusting deep into her vagina again and again. She moaned and groaned, shaking her snow-white buttocks to meet my thrusts.

I lifted my girlfriend's beautiful legs, allowing my thick cock to penetrate deeper into her, drawing out and pulling in her tender labia, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. Her body, originally slender and long, with a delicate waist, was now arched up like this, making her look pitiful, which only intensified my possessiveness and sense of conquest. So I thrust my cock even more forcefully into her tender hole.

"Ah...good slut...too heavy...hurry up and tear me apart...inside...it's all...torn apart by you...ah...husband...so good...ah...let's...ah...do this until dawn tonight...okay...ah..."

my girlfriend uttered incoherent yet alluring lewd words. She held me tightly, her fingers digging fiercely into my back muscles. I knew she was close to orgasm, so I sped up, fucking her like an engine. Sure enough, as I expected, she cried out, her juices gushing out, her legs swinging wildly in the air.

My girlfriend was done for, but I wasn't. I picked up her limp body and slowly pushed her towards the window.

My girlfriend snapped out of it and tried to resist, but I had already thrust my huge cock back into her tender hole from behind. She let out a soft "ah," her body going limp again, and I pressed her against the large glass window.

"No... good husband... not here... people... will see... ah..." my girlfriend protested.

Her protests only excited me more. Although we had turned off the office lights, the darkness and streetlights outside still shone through the window. Anyone looking up from the road or carefully observing from the buildings across the street could see my girlfriend and me, two naked worms entwined.

"Ah...someone will see us...no...ah...I'm so ashamed...how am I going to work now...ah...if bad people see us...I'll really get raped...no...ah...um...you bad pig..."

I ignored my girlfriend's protests and started thrusting into her hard, fucking her until she couldn't speak, only able to wiggle her ass to cooperate with my forceful thrusting. With each thrust, I pushed my penis to her cervix, making a splattering, lewd sound, making my girlfriend tremble all over. She no longer cared about protesting, her body limp as I pushed her to the window, her two breasts flattened against the glass.

I saw that people on the road and in the windows across the street seemed to see us, but they seemed not to believe their eyes.

"Oh...ah...husband...I can't take it anymore...you're fucking me so good...ah...ah...it feels so good...ah...we're making love like this...and those men across the street...they'll all see...it's so ashamed...ah..."

My girlfriend wanted to enjoy the pleasure of making love with me, but she was also afraid of being seen by others. That tension made her even more excited.

"Hehe, look at those hooligans on the highway, they seem to have seen your two big breasts, and even seen your dick being fucked by me, they must really want to sleep with you."

I teased her with lewd words while holding her round, perky buttocks and forcefully thrusting my big, thick cock inside her, making my girlfriend sob uncontrollably.

"Ah...ah...the hooligans saw...husband, you're so bad...there are so many of them...if I run into them...ah ah...I'll be dead...they'll gang rape me...ah..."

Although my girlfriend's lewd words were mumbled in a daze, she wasn't wrong. Hooligans are idle all day, always with lustful eyes watching the pretty girls on the street. When

I was a child, my mother and I went to my grandmother's to deliver a holiday gift. At the bus transfer station, we encountered some hooligans, and my mother was brazenly harassed in front of me, almost dragged into that dilapidated wooden house near the station and raped.

So if those thugs really saw my girlfriend's beautiful face and alluring body, they would keep an eye on her, loitering around her company. Maybe one day, when she's going to or from work, they'd drag her into an alley, strip her naked, and gang rape her.

Thinking this, my penis grew even thicker, and I thrust faster, pounding into my girlfriend's flower core, making her feel numb all over. Her white, round buttocks swayed and arched upwards, her vagina welcoming the thrusts of my huge penis.

I made my girlfriend moan and groan, her juices gushing out, her tender vagina contracting incessantly, squeezing my penis until it felt sore and numb. I knew she was about to climax again, and I couldn't help but roar, thrusting my penis deep into her body, ejaculating into her uterus, making her tremble all over.

We both slumped down by the large glass window.

Looking at the towering new landmark of Taipei 101 in the distance, I let out a long sigh, enjoying the tranquil harmony after our intense lovemaking…

My girlfriend's performance at work seemed to have won Morita's favor, as she was involved in many design projects. Several times, when I passed by the exhibition space designed by her company, I saw her confidently directing the decorators. It was hard to believe that my usually gentle and demure girlfriend could transform into such a professional and capable career woman.

Of course, when she was with me, she became a sweet, dependent woman again. She often excitedly told me about the satisfaction of completing the venue design, but her brows betrayed her worry and unease.

Hehe, of course I knew why she had this contradictory feeling—she was worried that the lecherous Morita would do something to her.

That Morita guy is wicked; unlike most guys who secretly lust after women, he boldly and openly made lewd gestures towards my girlfriend.

For example, once when I came to their company, I saw my girlfriend working on a design at her desk, and he just plopped down next to her, pointing at the design with one hand as if explaining something to her, while his other hand was on her shoulder. Damn, that day, my girlfriend was wearing a sleeveless shirt, and his palm was directly caressing her tender flesh. His eyes were also sneakily peering into her shirt's chest area.

My girlfriend was too embarrassed to push him away, so she could only let him flirt with her. I had to cough twice before he leisurely stood up and greeted me. Damn, this guy completely disregarded me, Shaoxia's boyfriend!

That evening, after dinner, my girlfriend and I were watching TV. I saw my girlfriend wearing a tank top and shorts, revealing her cute and alluring pink arms and tender legs, and I couldn't help but hug her, kissing her lips while caressing her two high, firm breasts.

My girlfriend pushed me away and said, "I'm so annoyed, I don't have the mood to play with you anymore."

She sighed and said, "Morita-san has given me a lot of opportunities and praised me for learning quickly, saying I could be promoted to a full-fledged designer within a year, but he likes to grope people. I'm wondering if I should quit."

Although I don't like Morita, this guy with unkempt hair and beard, I felt a strange excitement when I heard my girlfriend say he groped me: "Tell me how he groped you."

My girlfriend playfully pinched my ear and said, "You're so heartless! I'm happy that my boss groped me!"

Ignoring her protests, I reached out again and suddenly slipped my hand under her vest, touching her two... He brazenly fondled her large breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples, and chuckled lewdly, saying, "Tell me, did Morita-san grope you like this?" My

girlfriend, breathless from my teasing, struggled and said, "I'm not as lecherous as you! Help! Get away! Ah..."

She finally managed to pull my hand out of her tank top, panting, "You're a bad husband, I'm so annoyed, and you still do this to me! Last time I went to a client's place with Morita-san to discuss a design, he took the opportunity to touch my butt on the way, saying it was round and bouncy."

Seeing me still grinning, she said angrily, "You're still laughing? Your girlfriend's butt was touched by someone else, and you can still laugh?" She then pretended to hit me.

Damn it, this Morita is really outrageous, daring to openly touch my girlfriend's butt while walking down the street!

I pretended to be serious and analyzed her future for her: "I can tell you don't want to quit your job, right? It's okay, touching butts is a small matter for Japanese people. Look at those Japanese men in porn, they're all so lecherous."

My girlfriend still frowned and said with distress, "But Morita-san said there's an important client in central Japan, and he wants me to go there next week."

"Going on a business trip to central Japan isn't bad."

"But it's just him and me going, I'm afraid..."

Damn, Morita really knows how to arrange things!

Arranging for my young and beautiful girlfriend to accompany him on a business trip to central Japan! Damn it, does he want my girlfriend to do design work with him, or to sleep with him?

My girlfriend is rather naive, and her body is very sensitive. She's no match for a cunning and lecherous wolf like him. If he gets her a few more drinks tonight and teases her a bit, she might be dripping with lust, completely confused about directions and who knows who her boyfriend is. He might even put her in bed and seduce her all night!

Thinking about this, my penis actually got painfully hard, but I still held back and said, "Well... that's really not good. If you're alone with him, what if he... you should quit your job."

"Really? Quit my job?"

Sure enough, my girlfriend was reluctant to give up this promising job. She lowered her head and was silent for a while, then suddenly looked up at me and said, "Can you come with me on this business trip? Then I won't be afraid."

How could that be? My girlfriend came up with this solution! I still have to work, how could I go on a business trip with her?

Seeing my wide eyes, my girlfriend took my hand and said childishly, "Come with me, it's only for two days, you can take time off to come with me. Okay?"

Looking at my girlfriend's cute and coquettish appearance, I couldn't bear to refuse her, so I nodded and agreed.

My girlfriend happily hugged my neck and said, "Honey, you're so good to me. I'll serve you well tonight."

Then we rolled around on the sofa, her head burying in my chest, then further down, her lips already kissing my pajama bottoms. Hehe, my cock can enjoy my girlfriend's wonderful mouth tonight…

I thought Morita would be unhappy that I was accompanying my girlfriend on this business trip. But he greeted me warmly, "Little Mustache, welcome to come with me, Big Mustache."

Then he turned to my girlfriend and said, "Your boyfriend is really good, he knows how to be considerate of you, you're so lucky!" Haha, his phrasing is sometimes inaccurate.

He also said that all my travel and accommodation expenses were covered by his company, and he even personally drove my girlfriend and me to Taichung.

On the highway, Morita chatted with us, asking how long we'd been dating, where we went on dates, and when we planned to get married. He seemed like a caring elder to us young people, but he veered into inappropriate topics, asking how long we'd been dating before we started making love, whether we'd gone to the countryside, and even whether Shaoxia knew how to moan during sex. Although he laughed it off, it still made my girlfriend blush bright red.

"Morita-san, do you know your colleagues say you're a pervert?"

Perhaps because Morita had made the atmosphere so relaxed, my girlfriend hadn't expected him to say something like that.

"Oh!"

Morita laughed again, "Haha, really? They say I'm a pervert, a creep? I am a pervert, really. I like looking at women's breasts and underwear."

He glanced at my girlfriend in the rearview mirror and said, "When you wear a short skirt to work, I always peek at your underwear. So beautiful, your legs and crotch, so white and beautiful."

Damn it, this stupid Morita! I've never seen a man peek at a woman's underwear and be so stupid as to say it out loud!

"You're so lecherous!" My girlfriend blushed and said coquettishly, "I'm not wearing skirts to work anymore!"

Morita didn't care at all, and continued to laugh lewdly, "Vivia, you're so stingy."

He looked at me in the rearview mirror and said, "I know, you little mustache, you're afraid that if I go on a business trip with Vivia, you'll take the opportunity to sleep with her, right?"

Who would say something like that outright?

I didn't know how to answer him for a moment, but my girlfriend grabbed my arm and said, "Yeah, you're usually so lecherous, I brought my boyfriend along so you wouldn't take advantage of me."

Morita was described as a pervert by my girlfriend, but he wasn't angry at all and said, "Haha, I know you'll misunderstand me. The truth is, I'll tell you a secret, I was injured before and can't have sex with women."

This, this was unexpected!

Morita continued, “When I was a teenager, I loved skateboarding. You know what skateboarding is, not on land, but on the sea. I had an accident; my friend's skateboard hit me on the left side, injuring my waist. The doctor said it damaged a nerve. My life isn't in danger, but I can't have sex anymore.”

So that's what happened! We had so many misunderstandings about Morita. I understood. Because of his childhood injury, Morita became impotent. His apparent fondness for reading Playboy-style pornography and his groping—putting his arm around my girlfriend's shoulder, touching her buttocks, and peeking at her underwear—was just a facade to hide his impotence. He deliberately acted like a sexually promiscuous man in front of others.

I glanced at my girlfriend; from her eyes, I knew she felt the same way.

Morita glanced at my girlfriend and me, who remained silent, and then laughed loudly, saying, "You don't need to pity me. I'm used to it. I don't have a wife, so it's okay for me to leer at you girls. I know some girls don't like this, and I'm very sorry if I offend Vivian sometimes."

This time, it was my girlfriend's turn to look at me, her eyes filled with pity. She's naturally soft-hearted,

and after hearing Morita's words, I knew she had long since come to understand his lecherous behavior. However, I remembered that my girlfriend had worked at Morita's company for over two months. Aside from some groping and peeping under her skirt, Morita hadn't bullied or sexually assaulted her. It was all because Morita's image was so lecherous, and we imagined him as a lecherous monster, which led to our misunderstanding.

I wonder if Xiaotian, the former design assistant, also resigned because of our misunderstanding of Morita? More likely, after Xiaotian became pregnant, her boyfriend mistakenly believed it was Morita, this seemingly lecherous man, who was responsible, leading to their breakup, and then Xiaotian resigned.

It seems the mystery of the assistant's resignation has been solved.

Believe me, this rascal has become Kindaichi Ichiji (Kindaichi Ichiji's younger brother), haha!

However, although Morita is impotent, his lechery remains undiminished. He continued to ask us how many times a week we have sex? What positions do we use? Is it missionary or woman-on-top? Is it frontal or rear-entry? If it were anyone else, we would have already turned on him, but he's my girlfriend's boss, and impotent. He's just being cheeky, so I'm just rambling on.

This time, my girlfriend wasn't as shy as before. Instead, she teased him, saying, "Mr. Morita, you can't even have sex, so asking these questions is useless!"

Morita shamelessly replied, "It's useful, very useful. My penis may be weak, but my mind is excellent! I can imagine what you're like when we have sex. Haha, in my mind, you're completely naked!" My girlfriend blushed deeply.

Seeing Shaoxia's shy expression, Morita continued to tease her, asking her what age she was when she first had sex with a boy. His girlfriend knew he was just joking but didn't mean any harm. Seeing me chatting with him, she joined in and joked with him, saying that she was eighteen when she was taken into a room by her father's friend.

My girlfriend winked at me as she spoke, letting me know she was just making things up and it wasn't true. But hearing her say that, my penis actually doubled in size, damn it! My girlfriend was already very beautiful when she was young, so it's not surprising that her father's friends were lusting after her.

Morita gave her a thumbs up and praised her: "Amazing! So young!" Seeing his lewd expression, damn it!

The car was on the highway, but he wasn't driving fast. Instead, he talked a lot of lewd things. He continued to ask his girlfriend how many boyfriends she had had. Shaoxia casually answered that she had 12. He then asked how many men she had slept with, and she said 20.

Morita asked her curiously why she only had 12 boyfriends but had slept with 20 men. His girlfriend said that besides boyfriends, there were also teachers, classmates, senior students, and colleagues.

Damn it, my penis got hard again.

Morita asked her if the sex was voluntary or forced. His girlfriend laughed and said that all 20 guys had sex with her voluntarily. If it was forced, there were many more, countless, probably over 30. Some drugged or got her drunk before getting her into bed, some just forced themselves on her and raped her, and some were gang-raped by several guys. His girlfriend

probably knew Morita was impotent, so she felt comfortable telling him this, which excited Morita and me.

Morita looked at me in the rearview mirror and said, "Hey, mustache, you know your girlfriend has been raped by many guys? What do you think about that?"

I suppressed my erection, glanced at my girlfriend, and then laughed, "Of course I know. I don't have any feelings about it. I really enjoy Vivian being raped by other guys, haha."

Hearing this, my girlfriend playfully grabbed my arm and pretended to hit me hard, saying, "You're such a pervert!"

It was outrageous! My girlfriend said it was okay for her to be raped by other guys, but when I said it, she wanted to hit me!

Seeing us being so affectionate and teasing each other, Morita couldn't help but look on with envy.

He laughed and said, "Little Mustache, you're so lucky. Vivian is beautiful and witty."

Ever since Morita said he was impotent, my girlfriend and I had become much friendlier towards him.

We came to Taichung. Since Morita and my girlfriend had to work and I had nowhere else to go, Morita treated me like another design assistant at his company, and we went to the client's company together to present the promotional design. I could only sit quietly to the side and listen to their discussion, occasionally helping them bring out some samples and semi-3D design drawings.

This time, I saw a different side of my girlfriend. Usually, when she's with me, she's always so sweet and gentle, sometimes even acting coquettishly, like a cute little girl, and I pamper her.

But when I saw her wearing a dark blue suit dress, explaining the design drawings so earnestly, she was so dignified and professional. Her voice was clear and melodious, and every gesture she made resembled that of a very cultured and knowledgeable career woman. No wonder Morita admired her so much.

Morita really treated me like an assistant, even giving me his camera to take pictures so he could use them as promotional material for his company later.

That evening, Morita invited three high-ranking clients to dinner, and of course, my girlfriend and I were also invited.

The three of us sat apart from the three clients. Morita was truly a social butterfly. When the food was served, he said that tonight we wouldn't talk about business, only romance and lighthearted conversation, and then he told some rather suggestive jokes, making everyone laugh heartily. Even my girlfriend blushed and laughed along with us, instantly creating a lively atmosphere.

Morita ordered several bottles of nice red wine and poured for everyone. He was very knowledgeable about the history and culture of wine, talking about the vintage, the country, the grape harvest that year, whether it was sweet or astringent, and then he urged everyone to drink.

One of the clients, a high-ranking executive surnamed Hong, looked to be about fifty years old and was the most senior guest that day. He sat next to Morita, and next to him was my girlfriend.

He turned to look at her and suddenly said, "Beautiful women deserve fine wine. We have the wine, but unfortunately, no beautiful women to keep us company."

This guy, while listening to my girlfriend's explanation, had already been drooling over her beauty. Now, seeing her flushed and rosy-cheeked after a few drinks, she looked even more adorable.

"Come on, Vivian, you're the only girl here today, so come and have a drink with the five of us men!"

Damn it! He actually wants my girlfriend to be a hostess!

My girlfriend blushed and glanced at Morita. Morita laughed and said, "Vivian is our designer; being a hostess isn't her specialty. Next time you all come to Taipei, I'll find some hot professional hostesses to keep you company. This time, I'll be the hostess, okay?"

Luckily, Morita came to my girlfriend's rescue; he really cares about her! I really misunderstood a good person before.

Mr. Hong seemed rather displeased. Sensing the awkward situation, Morita chuckled and said, "You know what? My two designers have developed feelings for each other over time; they're now boyfriend and girlfriend. Vivian can't drink with you, but we can get them both drunk, haha, put them in the same room tonight, hehehe!"

This made the executive grin from ear to ear.

While Morita defused the earlier embarrassment, it was a disaster for my girlfriend and me. They treated us like a newlywed couple, constantly urging us to drink. Luckily, the red wine wasn't very strong, and by the end of the meal, we weren't completely drunk, just a little unsteady on our feet.

The executive sitting next to my girlfriend, of course, didn't miss the opportunity. As we shook hands and said goodbye after dinner, he immediately grabbed her slender waist and even took the opportunity to grope her backside under her suit skirt. Damn it! This guy touched my girlfriend's round, soft butt right in front of me!

Luckily, these guys were a bit tipsy themselves, and they had to negotiate prices and contracts with Morita the next day, so they didn't bother us and went home after dinner.

The hotel wasn't far from the restaurant, and the three of us staggered back to the hotel quickly. Morita had rented two rooms, one for himself and one for my girlfriend and me. But when we got to the room, Morita didn't go to his own room; instead, he followed us in.

I could only laugh and say, "Mr. Morita, your room is next door. Haha, you came in with us, want to sleep with us?"

My girlfriend rolled her eyes at me, but she knew I was joking.

Morita also laughed and said, "I want to sleep with you guys. I'm too scared to sleep alone. It's very quiet outside, I'm scared, afraid there are ghosts! There are a lot of ghosts in Taiwan."

Damn, how could there be ghosts? He's the only one with a lecherous face! He looked at Shaoxia and said to me, "I don't have a girlfriend, I need to borrow your girlfriend tonight."

Damn it! Shaoxia is my girlfriend, how can I lend her to you?

Guys are usually very generous, they'll lend you anything. Computers can be lent out, rooms can be lent out, cameras can be lent out, and even names are sometimes lent out. (I even lent my name to Sister Xiaofang so she could write "humiliation cards." She's currently writing the first part of chapter eight, and it's not finished yet, so I'll continue lending it out.) But we can't exactly lend our girlfriends out, can we?

If girlfriends can be lent out, then some men might go even further and say to me: "Can I borrow your mother and sister for a few days?" Am I supposed to lend my mother and sister out for free? When you lend something out, people often don't know how to cherish it and use it carelessly. So if a man borrows my mother and sister, of course he won't know how to treat them with respect and might just take advantage of them. My father would beat me to death if that happened.

However, Morita didn't stand on ceremony with me. He put his hand on Shaoxia's shoulder and handed me his camera, saying, "Little Mustache, take some photos for us. Vivian and I haven't taken a picture together yet."

Oh, so that's what he meant by borrowing his girlfriend's camera. Of course, no problem. I took a picture of him and my girlfriend. We were all a little drunk, so our faces were all flushed.

“Vivia, this is a cute photo of us. Hey, little mustache, don’t be stingy, make sure it’s a good shot!”

Morita said, then put his arm around my girlfriend’s slender waist, bending down a bit so his bearded face was almost touching her delicate face. I took the picture.

“Your mustache is so prickly,” my girlfriend said coquettishly to Morita after I took the picture.

Morita ignored her protest, put his arm around her shoulder, and pushed her towards the bed, saying, “Let’s take some pictures in bed, really beautiful ones!”

Heh, Morita wants to sleep with my girlfriend?

My penis involuntarily twitched. I said, “Okay, Kasumi, get in bed.”

I was worried about what my girlfriend would think, but after she knew Morita posed no threat to her, she felt comfortable playing with him, and she was also a little drunk tonight, so she happily lay down on the bed.

Damn, my girlfriend lay on her back, her pretty face as red as an apple, her high breasts rising and falling with her breath, very alluring.

She was still wearing that suit dress. Thinking back to today, she looked so dignified and professional explaining the design in that outfit, but now she was lying on the bed, seemingly at his mercy. No wonder some people are particularly fond of office ladies; perhaps it's a form of uniform fetish? The thought of a girl in a uniform, letting a boy do whatever he wants to her, is exciting enough!

Morita, though impotent, is full of lust and possesses that innate Japanese lewdness. Seeing Shaoxia lying on the bed, he quickly lay down beside her, embracing her and saying to me, "Quick, take a picture like this! Vivian and I are going to bed!"

Watching him hold my girlfriend's slender waist as we lay on the bed, I suddenly imagined myself as the husband who had just come home and found my girlfriend cheating on me with another man, making me a cuckold! Wow! It's so exciting! I don't understand why so many men in the world are afraid of being cuckolded, but I find it exhilarating!

Imagine coming home one day and seeing your beloved girlfriend or wife being held naked in bed by another man, his huge penis thrusting in and out of her tender vagina, making her moan uncontrollably—that feeling would be absolutely amazing!

"This doesn't look right, this doesn't look right! It looks more like it when they're covered by a blanket!" I said to Morita with a laugh. My

girlfriend laughed too, saying, "Feifei, your girlfriend is going to sleep with her boss, and you're still laughing?"

The blanket completely covered Morita and my girlfriend, only their heads were showing. Damn! It really looked more like it! My girlfriend looked like she was sleeping with Morita! He even struck a pose, like he was kissing my girlfriend.

I took a picture. Morita laughed and said, "Take this picture back to the company, everyone will think it's real!"

I saw my girlfriend's suit skirt and her stockinged legs sticking out from under the blanket, and said, "It would look even more like it if all four legs were showing!"

Then he told my girlfriend to take off her stockings and rolled up her suit skirt, revealing her two fair and tender thighs. Morita rolled up his pants, revealing his two thick, hairy thighs.

They crawled back under the covers, their four legs exposed. Morita's legs were intertwined with my girlfriend's tender legs, pretending to play, but my girlfriend's soft flesh was being pressed and wrapped by his thick, hairy thighs.

Morita laughed happily, saying, "Looks like I'm capable of playing with girls again! Take a few more pictures!"

At this point, Morita was completely wrapped around my girlfriend, pressing her down and telling me to continue taking pictures. My girlfriend protested, crying out, "Morita-san, you're so lecherous, you've put me in bed with my boyfriend right here." Damn

, my penis couldn't help but swell again.

Morita and my girlfriend really started making love on the bed. She was a little drunk, and I couldn't tell if she was really pushing him away or not, but she couldn't get rid of Morita. She just kept protesting, "No, you're touching my private parts, don't touch me anymore!"

But she wasn't struggling hard; she was still playing around with him. I took the opportunity to take a few more pictures.

The three of us joked around for a while, and everyone was tired. But Morita really didn't want to go to his room to sleep, so he lay on the sofa watching TV and fell asleep.

I was exhausted too, so I just took off my clothes and lay down on the bed and fell asleep as well. Maybe because my girlfriend is a girl, she likes to be clean, so she went to the bathroom to change and take a shower.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt my girlfriend's soft body lying next to me. She smelled wonderful after her shower, partly from the shower gel, but mostly from her natural fragrance.

Although I wasn't fully awake, I couldn't help but hug her and kiss her little mouth. She obediently opened her little mouth, letting my tongue enter her mouth, and we even intertwined our tongues.

"Mmm... mmm..." My girlfriend was moved by my kiss, and her whole body twisted.

My hands roamed freely over her thin nightgown, cupping her soft breasts. Her breasts were large; my hands couldn't cover them, so I had to push them up from below. Two tender mounds of flesh peeked out from under her nightgown. I unbuttoned her blouse, and her breasts almost bounced out. My mouth moved to her breasts, kissing them.

"Mmm...mmm..." My girlfriend arched her chest, letting me kiss her.

My mouth kissed her large breasts, while my hands lifted them up from below.

"Mmm...ah...ah..."

My tongue hooked onto her erect nipples, sucking on them and gently biting them with my teeth.

"Ah..." My girlfriend couldn't resist my teasing and gasped.

I pulled her nightgown down over her shoulders, revealing her two beautiful breasts. Even in the darkness, I could feel her two full, soft, white breasts. My penis swelled and thrust forward. I hugged her breasts and buried my face between them.

Wow! So good! If you haven't tried it, you should definitely try burying your face between your girlfriend's breasts. It's not only great, but it also gives you a sense of security. Maybe it's like wanting to go back to the feeling of a child hiding in their mother's arms, burying their head in their mother's breasts.

Of course, once you grow up, you can't taste your mother's breasts again. Unless your father agrees that you can suck on his wife's breasts again, or you and your father swap wives, each bed will have its own unique experience at night. Your penis will be inside your mother's vagina, stirring and churning, while your wife will be lifted up by your father and raped at will. This scenario is quite exciting, but leave it to those who like incest to write about. I would never swap wives with my father. I don't have a particular fondness for incest, but I do enjoy having other men rape the wives of my father and me.

My face was buried in my girlfriend's chest, my hands starting to roam over her body, pulling up her nightgown, stroking her panties, and finally pulling them down.

"No... Feifei... Morita-san is still in our room..."

My girlfriend grabbed my hands, trying to stop me from taking off her panties.

"It's okay, it's okay if he sees, he can only look, not do anything, haha!"

I said, then insisted on pulling her panties off again. I could smell a hint of alcohol on her breath, and I didn't think she would resist me in this situation.

Sure enough, my girlfriend instinctively lifted her buttocks, allowing me to easily pull them off, from her left leg, leaving them hanging on her right calf. My hands returned to her inner thighs, and she quickly tried to close her legs, perhaps a natural instinct for women to protect themselves. But my thighs and thick waist squeezed between her legs, preventing her from closing them, and then I gently stroked the soft pubic hair covering her private parts with my fingers.

My own pubic hair was messy and unkempt, but my girlfriend's pubic hair was very soft and smooth. My fingers slid down her pubic hair, and when they touched her vulva, she shuddered and let out a long sigh of "Ahhh".

Of course, I'm experienced in dealing with my girlfriend. I gently peeled back her labia with my fingers, counting the layers of tender flesh inside. Before I even reached the third layer, her juices were already flowing freely. Amazing! My girlfriend is so sensitive. I'd only teased her for a few minutes, and she was already this wet!

I dared not tell anyone this secret, afraid that bad guys would find out how easily my girlfriend was aroused. They only needed to tease her a few times, and she would obediently submit to their groping!

I rolled over and pinned my girlfriend to the bed. She quickly pushed me away: "No...no, Morita-san will see, I'll be so ashamed..." Hehe, I thought, wouldn't it be even better if Morita saw? I love letting others see my girlfriend's breasts and private parts!

"But I really want it. Look, my big lazy bird is so hard it hurts. You have to give me a good fucking tonight." I pulled her hand and stroked my penis.

My girlfriend lightly slapped my penis and said, "You're just as horny as Morita-san! Okay, I'll help you with my hands." She then opened her soft palms and gently massaged and rubbed my penis.

Damn, after all these years with me, my girlfriend knows exactly how to make me ecstatic. Her hands expertly gripped my penis, rubbing it up and down, gently massaging the glans. I closed my eyes, comfortably enjoying her gentle hands.

Although my penis was excitedly enjoying her caresses, with my eyes closed, the strong effects of the alcohol washed over me again. My girlfriend's soft, boneless hands felt wonderful, but they also made me feel hazy and I actually dozed off.

In my hazy state, I only remember my girlfriend lightly slapping my penis again: "Useless, you're asleep!" Then she gently and tenderly released my penis and snuggled into my arms to sleep…

"Mmm…you…what are you doing, Morita-san…no…!"

In my sleep, I suddenly felt my girlfriend tremble in panic. There was a large, burly figure beside our bed; it was clearly Morita! Damn it, this pervert must know I rummaged through my girlfriend's clothes under the covers and is trying to peek again! Hmph, let's wake her up and see what he does then!

Morita's massive figure bent down, leaning over the bed, his hands reaching under the covers. I felt my girlfriend tremble again. Damn it! This guy is so brazenly touching my girlfriend!

"Vivia, you're beautiful, hehe, while your boyfriend's asleep, give me a good fuck!"

This Morita, he has no manly sexual ability, yet he's always thinking about fucking women!

Hearing him say that, my girlfriend calmed down and said, "You can't have sex, so even if I wanted to, I couldn't." It seems she's still drunk, actually mocking her boss like that.

"I'm here to sleep with you again." Morita climbed onto the bed.

Luckily, the hotel bed was big, and even with Morita squeezing on, I didn't fall off.

My girlfriend giggled and nudged me, saying, "Feifei... Morita-san wants to sleep with me again."

I mumbled, "Ah... fine, let's sleep... don't bother me... I want to sleep..."

I was really sleepy then. Normally, if I knew a man was going to sleep with my girlfriend, I would be excited, but when I found out that this Morita was just a "blank shot" and couldn't actually have sex, I really couldn't get excited. Besides, I drank a lot of alcohol that night, and now the effects were kicking in, making me especially sleepy.

Morita actually hugged my girlfriend and started teasing her. At first, my girlfriend played around with him, but soon she started moaning as he touched her.

Damn, I had just peeled back her layers of her tender vulva, making her wet, but I had fallen asleep myself. No wonder Morita's teasing had aroused her again. And she had also drunk quite a bit tonight, so she wasn't very clear-headed.

"Mmm...no...don't...mmm..."

I heard my girlfriend's voice and cautiously opened my eyes a crack. Damn it, that impotent Morita was imitating me, French kissing my girlfriend like that. In the dim light, I could see his tongue darting into her little mouth, swirling around, leaving a sticky trail when it came out.

Morita rolled over and pressed down on my girlfriend. She groaned and pushed him away, saying, "Get away...don't do this to me anymore...you can't have sex...don't bother me anymore..."

Suddenly, my girlfriend almost screamed. She quickly covered her mouth, but couldn't hide the low moans of "ooh...ah..."

Damn, what method did that impotent Morita use to make her react so strongly?

I only heard Morita chuckle lewdly and say, "Did you think I couldn't have sex? That was all a lie. You and your boyfriend are both incredibly stupid, easily fooled!"

After saying that, he pressed his thick body down on my girlfriend a few more times, making a smacking sound.

What! Damn it! This Morita said he was impotent, but he was lying to us!

A nosebleed seemed to surge from my heart to my nostrils—what a feeling! My mind went from one extreme to the other. I used to think Morita was a lecherous guy, always imagining him doing something indecent to my girlfriend. But today, when he said he couldn't have sex, my heart sank. I thought he couldn't be the target of my scheme to humiliate my girlfriend. Now I know he was lying. He climbed into bed with my girlfriend, playfully flirting, and then suddenly became a grown man, right next to me, actually fucking her!

"Ah...you...you're so bad...you're lying...ah..."

My girlfriend tried to say something, but she couldn't get a complete sentence out. Morita's thick waist pressed her down hard, turning her voice into weak, intermittent pleas for mercy, "Ah...no...not here...ah...Feifei will...ah...wake up...ah..."

"It'll be better if your boyfriend wakes up!"

This guy Morita is a complete pervert! "He enjoys seeing his girlfriend being fucked by me!"

My girlfriend originally wanted to wake me up to get rid of Morita, but who knew Morita was this kind of perverted man who liked to rape his girlfriend in front of his boyfriend. Damn it! My assistant, Xiaotian, was probably also humiliated like this by Morita, but unfortunately, her boyfriend didn't have the same personality as me who enjoyed humiliating his girlfriend. Of course, he couldn't stand watching his girlfriend being raped, so he broke up with her, and that's why Xiaotian resigned. Could that be the truth?

Now it was my girlfriend's turn to be afraid of waking me up. She gritted her teeth, enduring Morita's humiliation, trying her best not to make a sound.

"Haha, I'll fuck you to death!"

Morita's buttocks slammed down hard, making the mattress shake.

"Hehe, fucking you next to your boyfriend is so satisfying!"

"Ah... gently... Morita-san... ah... you can't... you'll break me... ah..."

My girlfriend's delicate protests seemed like an aphrodisiac, making Morita press down on her even harder.

Damn it! He showed no mercy whatsoever. Of course, Shaoxia wasn't his girlfriend, so of course he wouldn't care. Every thrust was forceful, pushing her legs apart and even touching my body.

Every thrust was so forceful, as if he wanted to nail my girlfriend to the bed. Damn, with that kind of force, his cock must have pierced her tender hole, maybe even reaching her cervix. My girlfriend couldn't handle that kind of force!

Sure enough, my girlfriend moaned softly, "Ah... too... too deep... ah... no... ah..."

In the dim light, I saw Morita's rough hands gripping my girlfriend's breasts. Damn it, I had just finished "warming up" with my girlfriend, and now this old pervert Morita was enjoying himself!

I don't know if he didn't know how to cherish women or if he just liked perverted methods. Instead of kissing her breasts gently like I do, he forcefully kneaded and squeezed her two tender mounds of flesh until they were deformed. Damn it, luckily my girlfriend's two big breasts were real. If they had been filled with glue like some big stars, they probably would have been torn apart by his force.

“Haha, you said today that over 30 men raped you, and now you’ve added me to the list! Haha!”

Morita continued to torment my girlfriend. Damn it, what does he take my girlfriend, this design assistant, for?

“Ah… I was just joking… ah…”

My girlfriend sounded like she was about to cry, “Ah… I can’t take it… too deep… ah… you’ve… torn me… ah… I’m done for… ah ah…”

My girlfriend couldn’t stand Morita’s lewdness, her whole body trembled a few times, I knew she had reached orgasm and lost her senses.

“Ah… harder… thrust in… ah… pinch my breasts… ah… you’ve… fucked my little hole… ah… no… I’m done for… ah…”

Morita didn’t seem to be particularly skilled, hearing my girlfriend’s low moans, his movements became faster and faster, based on my experience, he was also close to orgasm.

“Vivian, you’re so beautiful, I like to fuck you, I like to fuck you in front of your boyfriend! I’ll fuck you to death!”

Suddenly he pressed his buttocks down, his penis was already deep inside my girlfriend, and then he started shaking violently! Damn it, he ejaculated inside my girlfriend! And for so long! He probably filled her uterus and vagina with semen!

I was even so excited I almost ejaculated too!

Then everything went calm again, as if nothing had happened.

But a week after that business trip, my girlfriend told me she was quitting her job. I guessed it was because that Morita was too lecherous and kept harassing her after returning to the company, which was why she quit.

But when I asked her why, the answer was: her former design assistant, Xiaotian, had come back to work, and Morita had given her all the important work, so my girlfriend had no future at the company.

What happened? Why did Xiaotian come back to work, and why wasn't she pregnant as rumored? Why did Morita give her all the important work?

I never knew the answer to the first question; maybe Xiaotian wasn't pregnant at all, or maybe she had an abortion. We later found out the reason for the second question: Xiaotian had become Morita's girlfriend and had even moved into his big house with him.

Damn! An old cow eating young grass! That old lecher Morita is almost old enough to be Xiaotian's father, how could they become boyfriend and girlfriend?

Needless to say, I know it must be because Morita, that lecher, slept with Xiaotian many times, developed feelings over time, or perhaps he impregnated her and felt too embarrassed to abandon her, that's why they got together.

Two years later, when I think back on that strange and perverted experience, I find it unbelievable.

We haven't contacted Morita since, and the company seems to have moved from that address. Of course, I don't know if that lecherous boss Morita and Xiaotian are still a couple.

After work, I rode my Yamaha to my girlfriend's company. I felt a little anxious, but at the same time, I had a strange feeling of excitement.

My girlfriend just called me, asking me to come to her company after work to keep her company.

Damn, that's strange. Working overtime is fine, why do I have to go with her? Is her company haunted? Having to sit with her for two or three hours is going to kill me!

My girlfriend is quick-witted, and of course she could tell I was reluctant. So she politely explained that she needed me to keep her company tonight because it was just her and her boss at the company.

Just her and her boss at the company? Just a lecherous, forty-something-year-old man and a delicate, pretty young woman who had recently graduated from university, working overtime together in a small company tonight?

Her boss's name is Mr. Morita, half-Japanese. It's said his mother got pregnant by his father at a young age, and after giving birth to him, his father actually married her and they settled down there. So Mr. Morita speaks Japanese, Mandarin, and the local dialect.

He's an interior and window display designer who opened this small business services company over a decade ago. Originally, his company specialized in finding suitable business locations for foreign (Japanese) businesses, designing shopping malls and exhibitions for them. In recent years, with the economic downturn and fewer foreign businesses, they've even started doing small jobs like designing private wedding banquets.

I thought of Morita. His face is easy to remember: curly hair and a messy beard. Maybe that's what makes someone look like an artist, but I think he looks more like an unemployed thug who preys on women.

I'm not exaggerating; this guy has that lewd, obscene nature typical of Japanese men. Once I ran into him on the subway, and he was holding an English version of Playboy, flipping through it with an air of superiority, turning to each page with naked women, and staring at them with his lewd eyes.

Damn it, my girlfriend is such a beautiful girl; tonight she'll be alone with this kind of pervert. Will she be stripped naked like a Playboy prostitute, her breasts and buttocks exposed for him to feast on?

Damn, just thinking about it makes my dick throb. Damn, this weird dick of mine gets so excited when I think about my beloved, beautiful girlfriend being violated and molested by other men!

I locked the door and looked at the two-story company building. Bright lights were still shining from the large glass windows upstairs, but a "Closed" sign was hanging outside the door downstairs, and only one light was on; the rest were off, making it dimly lit.

I gently pushed the door open; there was no security guard at all. Downstairs, there was a room filled with equipment commonly used for exhibition setups, such as lights, sound systems, and backdrops. The door was locked. The two colleagues who were moving things and driving the car, I think their names were Ashu and Zong, had apparently gone home after work.

The staircase was at the very back of the shop; it was made of aluminum, with each step open, and it spiraled gracefully upwards to the second floor. No wonder my girlfriend wore dress pants to work; otherwise, climbing those stairs would have given Ashu and Zong downstairs a good look at her skirt.

I quietly climbed the stairs. The bright lights upstairs caught my eye. I saw two desks. I'd been here before and knew the one on the right belonged to Ms. Ma, the accountant. The desk was tidied up; she'd probably left work. The desk on the left had several design sketches and some invoices. This was my girlfriend's workspace, but she wasn't there; she must have gone to the boss's office.

My penis, thick and hard, almost bursting out of my pants, reminded me again. Damn it, what's so exciting about my girlfriend being in the boss's office? It's just business.

But is it necessary to close the door when discussing business? Closing it is fine, maybe to avoid being disturbed. But everyone else has left work; why close the door?

Could my girlfriend have already been grabbed and molested by that pervert Morita? It's hard to say. My girlfriend is always so delicate, and her body is so sensitive. If she were to encounter an experienced pervert, a few forceful touches and her vagina would start leaking fluids, her body would go limp, and she'd be completely at his mercy. Was Morita already dominating Morita in his office?

My penis grew increasingly erect, and I bent down, slowly approaching the glass window of Morita's office. White curtains hung from the window, not closed, but the sides prevented a direct view into the office from this angle of the stairs. I slowly walked towards my girlfriend's seat; from that angle, she should be able to see into the office.

My heart pounded, the closer I got to my girlfriend's desk, the faster it raced.

Before my girlfriend joined the company, this desk was occupied by a scene design assistant, my girlfriend, who had graduated from university a year or two ago. Her name was Xiaotian, and true to her name, she was very sweet. She was doing well, with a decent salary, but suddenly resigned at the beginning of the year. Morita hired my girlfriend to replace her.

Xiaotian was doing so well here, why did she resign?

This mystery needs to be solved to prevent my girlfriend from suffering the same fate. After my girlfriend worked here for a while, Ms. Ma, the accountant sitting across from her, told her that the previous design assistant had resigned because she suddenly became pregnant. A perfectly healthy young woman, pregnant before even getting married?

Maybe her boyfriend was careless? But if that's the case, pregnancy is pregnancy, can't they just have a wedding? It's so strange!

I'm wondering if the child in her belly isn't her boyfriend's at all? I think the most likely scenario is that lecherous Morita took advantage of her while she was working overtime, sleeping with her and planting his bastard child in her womb, making her pregnant!

Damn it, that Morita is despicable, he's old enough to be someone's father, and he still preys on his subordinate like this!

Now Morita has hired my girlfriend as a design assistant, replacing the previous girl, isn't her situation very dangerous?

Since Morita managed to get that girl pregnant, it proves his penis and sperm are incredibly potent. If he were to rape my girlfriend on his desk, he could very well penetrate her vagina, reaching all the way to her cervix, and then pour all his billions of vile sperm into her uterus. With so much semen, he might not only get her pregnant, but could even make her give birth to twins, triplets, or quadruplets.

I walked to my girlfriend's desk; from this angle, I could indeed see what was happening in Morita's office. I took a deep breath.

Don't think I'm not nervous, or that I'm used to seeing other guys humiliating and defiling my girlfriend. Actually, that's not the case. Every time I see my girlfriend being stripped naked, having her breasts touched, having a strange, large penis penetrating her tender vagina, or having semen ejaculated into her vagina in that lewd scene, my heart races so fast it feels like it'll jump out of my mouth, and my nose will bleed.

So this time, my heart was pounding with excitement, I could hear it myself. I half-squatted down and peeked through the slats of the curtains…

Wow, how could this be!

Morita was sitting upright in his office, his girlfriend sitting opposite him, explaining the design sketches to him as she laid them out on the table. How could this be?

My girlfriend is so beautiful and alluring, and Morita is so lecherous and obscene, yet, yet nothing has happened! The two of them are even seriously discussing business! Could my girlfriend have already been with him? But it doesn't seem like it, her clothes are still intact.

This, this, now it's my turn to be stunned, my heart filled with mixed feelings, damn it, they even seem disappointed.

I waited a while longer, but they were still seriously discussing the design sketches, making my half-squatting a bit tiring. I had no choice but to quietly retreat to the stairs, deliberately knock a few times, then cough, and then go to Morita's office door to knock.

I heard Morita say from inside, "Come in, please!"

I went in and greeted him, "Morita-san, sorry to bother you."

When I opened the door, I realized I might have been overthinking things. It turned out the office was quite air-conditioned, and Morita, being a bit overweight (but not very fat), was sensitive to heat, so the air conditioning was on high. That's why he had closed the door to discuss business with my girlfriend.

When Morita saw me, he was delighted and said, "Ah, ah, no need to be so polite. Little Mustache's here! Great, this big mustache can leave now."

He actually stood up, took off his tie, picked up his briefcase, and said, "Your girlfriend is such a beautiful girl, and it's dangerous for her to work overtime alone. It's good that you came."

I never expected Morita to be so lecherous; he's actually quite considerate of his female colleagues.

My girlfriend put away the design sketches and went back to her desk. Morita took his briefcase and a box of things, probably items to be sent to the exhibition hall tomorrow.

I helped him carry the suitcase and followed him down the stairs. He thanked me with those insincere "A-ni-a-du" sounds, the kind of hypocritical politeness typical of Japanese people.

Before leaving the company, he quietly said to me, "Little Hu-san, you're lucky with your girlfriend's two big breasts."

He gestured with his hand in front of my chest, implying they were huge. "I just looked through her shirt, they really are big, they must feel incredibly bouncy."

This guy, turns out he's a lecher!

After seeing off my girlfriend's lecherous boss, only my girlfriend and I were left in the company.

She sat upright at her desk, continuing to work on her design sketches and inputting the necessary materials into the computer. I pulled over Ms. Ma's chair and sat down opposite my girlfriend, watching her work.

Her quiet, focused demeanor gave me a feeling I hadn't had before. She wore a neat white and light blue checkered shirt, clean and beautiful, which accentuated her upper body curves. She looked so dignified and graceful that I couldn't help but ask myself: Is she Shaoxia? Is this the girlfriend who usually nestles in my arms, protected by me (but I haven't protected her; instead, I often humiliate her)?

More than an hour passed quickly. It seemed she had finished some of her work. She looked up at me, a little apologetically, and said, "Oh dear, were you staring at me like that? I'm sorry, did I suffocate you?"

I didn't answer, just shook my head and smiled. Then I pulled a chair over to her and put my arms around her waist.

My girlfriend is naturally understanding, and feeling embarrassed that I had waited for her for so long, she reached out her delicate, white hands and hooked them around my neck, saying, "I really needed you to keep me company. Morita-san called me into his office earlier and told me to close the door. I was so afraid he might do something to me."

Damn, I thought he might do something to you too. Too bad, maybe he knew I was coming, so he didn't dare do anything to my girlfriend. Otherwise, with his lecherous nature, how could he not be tempted by my cute and beautiful girlfriend?

However, I covered for Morita by saying, "Really? He doesn't seem like a lecherous man."

Hehe, if my girlfriend believes me, she'll gradually lower her guard against Morita. Maybe next time I come to visit her, I'll see her stripped naked and forcibly raped by this old guy Morita, hehe. (I was practically drooling just thinking about it.)

My girlfriend said coquettishly, "Don't you believe me? Ashu and Zong also told me to be careful around Morita-san and try not to be alone with him."

I deliberately said, "You're overthinking it, aren't you? When I opened the door just now, Morita-san was sitting there peacefully. How could he possibly do anything to you?"

My girlfriend took my hand and led me into Morita's office, telling me to sit in Morita's seat and saying, "You're Morita-san, so sit here."

Then she sat opposite me, in the same posture she had used to explain the design sketches to Morita, and said, "I was discussing the design sketches with Morita-san just now, but his eyes weren't on the sketches; they were on my chest."

Wow, when my girlfriend said that, I looked up and realized that the collar of her shirt was open (thanks to my advice; I told her to unbutton two buttons at the collar when she's at work), and I could directly see her two delicate, round breasts inside her shirt, so full they looked like they were about to jump out. Even I was stunned.

My girlfriend was still explaining to me, "He was just staring at me like that, and I was too embarrassed to cover it up, so I pretended not to notice and kept talking to him about the design."

I sat comfortably in Morita's high-backed executive chair, looking at my girlfriend's fair breasts, my penis hardening again in my pants, and said, "His self-control is pretty good. If I were your boss, I wouldn't just look; I'd also..."

I didn't finish my sentence; I had already taken action. I reached out and squeezed my girlfriend's breasts a few times, almost making her two soft, beautiful breasts spill out of her bra.

My girlfriend blushed and cried out shyly after I touched her breasts, "Don't do this, I'm just worried that Morita-san might suddenly do this..."

Before she could finish, I pulled her close, perhaps too forcefully, and she fell into my arms. My hands began to roam freely over her breasts, kneading them incessantly. Although she tried to break free, I knew how to tease her, not giving her a chance to catch her breath. I kissed her hard on the lips while unbuttoning her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, so I could directly touch her soft breasts and enjoy the softness of her two round, large breasts inside.

With great difficulty, she managed to break free from my mouth, panting, "No...no...this is Morita-san's office."

The more my girlfriend struggled, the more excited I became. I thought to myself, this is Morita's office. My girlfriend had just asked me to pretend to be Morita; now I'm going to have my way with this delicate and beautiful girl. So I continued to ravage her.

My girlfriend's face flushed red, and she cried out, "How could you do this..." while trying to break free from my embrace.

She couldn't escape my arms; instead, her hair, which had been tied up, came down, releasing a lovely, youthful fragrance that fueled my desire. I pushed her down onto Morita's desk, unbuttoned her shirt, and grabbed her large breasts, bra and all, kneading them vigorously.

My fingers had already touched her smooth, soft skin. I flipped up her bra, revealing my girlfriend's two large, round, white breasts. Her originally light-colored nipples were already erect and red from my teasing. My hands were pinching and kneading her elastic breasts.

My girlfriend grabbed my hand in a panic, trying to stop me from further assaulting her, and said urgently, "You bad pig, not here, someone might see us through the window... Are you crazy... Don't do this..."

Only then did I notice a huge glass window in Morita's office, about two feet from the ceiling and only reaching below my knees. The large window I had seen downstairs was this one. From my angle, I could almost see the road below, and there were other buildings on the other side of the road. If I pressed my girlfriend against the desk like this, someone really would see us.

But this only excited me more. I love it when my girlfriend exposes her buttocks and breasts to other men's voyeurism. So, ignoring her protests, I ripped open her shirt and pulled off her bra, revealing her large breasts swaying back and forth.

Seeing my burning lust, and realizing she couldn't stop my advances, my girlfriend begged, "Good slut, turn off the light... and I'll give it to you..."

Although I enjoy exposing her to others, this is still an office, and it's easy for people across the street to see what's happening in the office. If someone takes pictures of us making love in the office and posts them online, we'll be ruined. They might even use the photos to blackmail me into giving up my girlfriend and letting them treat her like a free prostitute. That would be even worse.

I reached out and turned off the light switch, plunging the office into darkness. But the night light and lamplight from outside shone in, making the feeling of exposure even stronger. This is even better; it's less likely for others to see us, and it satisfies my fetish for exposing my girlfriend.

My hands began to caress and knead my girlfriend's large breasts. Seeing that I obediently turned off the light, she stopped struggling and pretended to push me away. But as I continued to stroke her breasts, she became shy and her heart raced. I could hear her heart pounding, and she was panting heavily.

I knew she was aroused, so I reached out and unbuttoned her trousers, pulling them down. The crotch of her panties was already wet and somewhat transparent. My fingers skillfully reached up and, with a flick of the wrist, slipped into the crevice of her vagina.

My girlfriend gasped, "Ah...you...you bad guy...knowing what I'm most afraid of...and you still do this to me...ah..."

She tried to squeeze her legs together, but my hands had already conquered that important area between her legs, and my fingers continued their assault. My girlfriend was so weak from my ministrations that she lay limply on Morita's desk. I took the opportunity to pull down her trousers and underwear, leaving her only in an open shirt and a torn bra.

I straightened up and saw my girlfriend lying on the desk like this, her body curvaceous and shapely. Suddenly, I imagined myself as Morita, and my girlfriend about to be raped by him. Just thinking about it made my penis instantly swell several times its normal size. I quickly pulled down my pants, released my thick cannon, and rubbed it against my girlfriend's mons pubis.

I chuckled lewdly and said, "Xia, were you scared that Morita-san would pin you down on the desk and ravish you like that?"

My girlfriend groaned and said, "I was just afraid he was a lecher... If you hadn't come... he might have really... done me..."

"What did you do? Was it like this?"

I said, and rubbed my thick glans against her tender vulva, making my girlfriend tremble all over, and her juices flowed out, making her vulva even more slippery.

"Um...no...he won't be as gentle as you are...I'm afraid he'll force himself on me..."

"Is that so?"

Hearing my girlfriend say she was afraid Morita would force himself on her, I felt incredibly excited. I immediately imagined that burly guy Morita pinning my girlfriend down on the table and raping her. Suddenly, I lifted my girlfriend's two smooth, long legs and thrust my thick penis straight into her vagina, all the way to the deepest part of her tender hole, making her scream "Ahhh!" I said to her, "Is this how Morita rapes you?"

"No...humph...no...Morita-san...I already have a boyfriend...no..."

My girlfriend moaned, writhing in pleasure, her hands gripping the desk tightly.

My girlfriend knew I wanted to play role-playing games with her. We often played these kinds of games, sometimes doctor and nurse, sometimes police and thief, sometimes adulterous lovers and mistresses.

Another time, we played teacher and student, but my sister saw us. She didn't know what we were doing and even suggested we be students with my girlfriend. Of course, we didn't continue that time, because our plan was for the perverted teacher to rape the pretty female student. I couldn't very well torture my sister like my girlfriend did, could I?

Anyway, my girlfriend and I often play role-playing games, so this time she played along, acting as if she were really being raped by her boss, Morita.

I grinned lewdly at my girlfriend and said in Morita's tone, "Hehe, being a design assistant means you have to give me a good time. That old assistant named Xiaotian got me all pregnant too."

As I spoke, I thrust my big penis in and out of my girlfriend's vagina.

My girlfriend moaned, "...No...don't do this to me...ah...I'm just a design assistant...what do you take me for...if you want to do this, go hire a prostitute...I'm not a prostitute...ah...stop it...Morita-san...my boyfriend is coming soon..."

I chuckled lewdly, "It'll be even better when your boyfriend comes, let him see how I rape you."

"Ah...you're such a pervert...you want to rape me in front of my boyfriend...ah...he'll be so angry..." (I won't be angry!) My girlfriend continued to moan as I played with her, "What will I do if he doesn't want me anymore..."

"If he doesn't want you, you can just be my concubine."

I was stimulated by my girlfriend's seductive and lewd behavior, my blood was boiling, and I stirred my thick and hard penis in her tender hole, making her smack and smack.

"Ah... I won't be your concubine... You're so perverted... You even raped me. What if I become your concubine... and your friends take me out to gang rape me... Ah..."

My girlfriend cried out lewdly as I fucked her. When I heard her say "gang rape," her vagina convulsed intensely, sucking and squeezing my penis, filling my whole body with pleasure. My girlfriend was so dignified just now, but now she's as alluring as a tempting beauty!

Good heavens, what would it be like if my girlfriend really was raped by Morita and then taken to his friends and clients for gang rape?

My mind raced with excited fantasies. What if I married my girlfriend and she was still frequently gang raped by other men? Would my house be filled with erotic scenes?

What would my father's reaction be if he saw his beautiful daughter-in-law being raped and humiliated like this? Would he tell me to kick Shaoxia out of the Hu family, or would he join the fray and rape her with the other men? The thought of my dad's penis inside my girlfriend's tender vagina must be incredibly obscene, yet exhilarating!

What about my mom? Will those men who gang-raped my girlfriend also target her? Even though she's over forty, her skin is still delicate, her figure beautiful, and most importantly, she's preserved her youthful beauty remarkably well—no wonder so many of my dad's friends still drool over her. Given

my mom's beauty, will the swarms of men my girlfriend attract also take liberties with her? Maybe they'll easily get her into bed, strip her naked, and have several penises take turns thrusting into her vagina—wouldn't that be incredibly lewd?

Will my sister be terrified when she comes home and sees this? Perhaps she won't even have time to be terrified before being dragged into a room by men, her orifices filled with penises from all sides…

Damn, where am I thinking? But for some reason, the thought of my girlfriend being violated, or the thought of all the girls in my family being raped, always excites me.

I bent down, my mouth on my girlfriend's nipple, licking her soft breasts and the nipple that was gradually becoming erect. She couldn't resist my move at all; soon her whole body was hot, her breathing turned into panting, and the lustful fluid in her vagina gushed out like a burst dam, soaking my penis warmly and moistly. The fluid, tightly enveloped by the delicate flesh of her vagina, felt incredibly good, and I couldn't help but thrust wildly inside her, making her feel loud and clear.

My girlfriend closed her eyes, enjoying the assault of my large penis on her, thrusting deep into her vagina again and again. She moaned and groaned, shaking her snow-white buttocks to meet my thrusts.

I lifted my girlfriend's two beautiful legs, so that my thick penis could go in and out of her body even deeper, drawing out and pulling in her tender labia, fucking her until she felt like she was dying and being reborn. Her body was originally slender and tall, with a delicate waist. But by making her buttocks stick up like this, she looked pitiful, which only intensified my possessiveness and sense of conquest. So I thrust my penis even more forcefully into her tender hole.

"Ah...good slut...too heavy...hurry up and tear me apart...inside...it's all...torn apart by you...ah...husband...so good...ah...tonight we'll...ah...do this until dawn...okay...ah..."

My girlfriend uttered incoherent yet alluring lewd words. She held me tightly, her fingers digging fiercely into my back muscles. I knew she was about to climax, so I sped up, fucking her like an engine. Sure enough, as I expected, she cried out, her juices gushing out, her legs swinging wildly in the air. My

girlfriend was done for, but I wasn't. I picked up her limp body and slowly pushed her towards the window.

My girlfriend snapped out of her daze and tried to resist, but I had already thrust my large penis back into her tender vagina from behind. She let out a soft "ah," and her body went limp again, letting me hold her and press her against the large glass window.

"No... good husband... not here... people... will see... ah..." my girlfriend protested.

Her protests only excited me more. Although we had turned off the office lights, the darkness and streetlights outside still shone through the window. Anyone looking up from the road or carefully observing from the buildings across the street could see my girlfriend and me, two naked worms entwined.

"Ah...someone will see us...no...ah...I'm so ashamed...how am I going to work now...ah...if bad people see us...I'll really get raped...no...ah...um...you bad pig..."

I ignored my girlfriend's protests and started thrusting into her hard, fucking her until she couldn't speak, only able to wiggle her ass to cooperate with my forceful thrusting. With each thrust, I pushed my penis to her cervix, making a splattering, lewd sound, making my girlfriend tremble all over. She no longer cared about protesting, her body limp as I pushed her to the window, her two breasts flattened against the glass.

I saw that people on the road and in the windows across the street seemed to see us, but they seemed not to believe their eyes.

"Oh...ah...husband...I can't take it anymore...you're fucking me so good...ah...ah...it feels so good...ah...we're making love like this...and those men across the street...they'll all see...it's so ashamed...ah..."

My girlfriend wanted to enjoy the pleasure of making love with me, but she was also afraid of being seen by others. That tension made her even more excited.

"Hehe, look at those hooligans on the highway, they seem to have seen your two big breasts, and even seen your dick being fucked by me, they must really want to sleep with you."

I teased her with lewd words while holding her round, perky buttocks and forcefully thrusting my big, thick cock inside her, making my girlfriend sob uncontrollably.

"Ah...ah...the hooligans saw...husband, you're so bad...there are so many of them...if I run into them...ah ah...I'll be dead...they'll gang rape me...ah..."

Although my girlfriend's lewd words were mumbled in a daze, she wasn't wrong. Hooligans are idle all day, always with lustful eyes watching the pretty girls on the street. When

I was a child, my mother and I went to my grandmother's to deliver a holiday gift. At the bus transfer station, we encountered some hooligans, and my mother was brazenly harassed in front of me, almost dragged into that dilapidated wooden house near the station and raped.

So if those thugs really saw my girlfriend's beautiful face and alluring body, they would keep an eye on her, loitering around her company. Maybe one day, when she's going to or from work, they'd drag her into an alley, strip her naked, and gang rape her.

Thinking this, my penis grew even thicker, and I thrust faster, pounding into my girlfriend's flower core, making her feel numb all over. Her white, round buttocks swayed and arched upwards, her vagina welcoming the thrusts of my huge penis.

I made my girlfriend moan and groan, her juices gushing out, her tender vagina contracting incessantly, squeezing my penis until it felt sore and numb. I knew she was about to climax again, and I couldn't help but roar, thrusting my penis deep into her body, ejaculating into her uterus, making her tremble all over.

We both slumped down by the large glass window.

Looking at the towering new landmark of Taipei 101 in the distance, I let out a long sigh, enjoying the tranquil harmony after our intense lovemaking…

My girlfriend's performance at work seemed to have won Morita's favor, as she was involved in many design projects. Several times, when I passed by the exhibition space designed by her company, I saw her confidently directing the decorators. It was hard to believe that my usually gentle and demure girlfriend could transform into such a professional and capable career woman.

Of course, when she was with me, she became a sweet, dependent woman again. She often excitedly told me about the satisfaction of completing the venue design, but her brows also betrayed her worry and unease.

Hehe, of course I knew why she had this contradictory feeling—she was worried that the lecherous Morita might do something to her.

That guy Morita is really wicked. Unlike most guys who secretly grope girls, he openly and brazenly makes lewd gestures towards my girlfriend.

For example, one time when I came to his company, I saw my girlfriend working on a design at her desk, and he just plopped down next to her, pointing at the design with one hand as if explaining something to her, while his other hand was on her shoulder. Damn, that day, my girlfriend was wearing a sleeveless shirt, and his hand was directly caressing her tender flesh. His eyes were also sneakily peering into her shirt's chest area.

My girlfriend was too embarrassed to push him away, so she could only let him harass her. I had to cough twice before he casually stood up and greeted me. Damn, this guy doesn't even respect me, Shaoxia's boyfriend!

That evening, after dinner, my girlfriend and I were watching TV. I saw my girlfriend wearing a tank top and shorts, revealing her cute and alluring pink arms and tender legs, and I couldn't help but hug her, kissing her lips while caressing her two high breasts.

My girlfriend pushed me away and said, "I'm so annoyed, I don't have the mood to play with you anymore."

She sighed and said, "Morita-san has given me a lot of opportunities and praised me for learning quickly, saying I could be promoted to a full-fledged designer within a year, but he likes to grope people. I'm wondering if I should quit."

Although I don't like Morita, this guy with unkempt hair and beard, I felt a strange excitement when I heard my girlfriend say he groped me: "Tell me how he groped you."

My girlfriend playfully pinched my ear and said, "You're so heartless! I'm happy that my boss groped me!"

Ignoring her protests, I reached out again and suddenly slipped my hand under her vest, touching her two... He brazenly fondled her large breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples, and chuckled lewdly, saying, "Tell me, did Morita-san grope you like this?" My

girlfriend, breathless from my teasing, struggled and said, "I'm not as lecherous as you! Help! Get away! Ah..."

She finally managed to pull my hand out of her tank top, panting, "You're a bad husband, I'm so annoyed, and you still do this to me! Last time I went to a client's place with Morita-san to discuss a design, he took the opportunity to touch my butt on the way, saying it was round and bouncy."

Seeing me still grinning, she said angrily, "You're still laughing? Your girlfriend's butt was touched by someone else, and you can still laugh?" She then pretended to hit me.

Damn it, this Morita is really outrageous, daring to openly touch my girlfriend's butt while walking down the street!

I pretended to be serious and analyzed her future for her: "I can tell you don't want to quit your job, right? It's okay, touching butts is a small matter for Japanese people. Look at those Japanese men in porn, they're all so lecherous."

My girlfriend still frowned and said with distress, "But Morita-san said there's an important client in central Japan, and he wants me to go there next week."

"Going on a business trip to central Japan isn't bad."

"But it's just him and me going, I'm afraid..."

Damn, Morita really knows how to arrange things!

Arranging for my young and beautiful girlfriend to accompany him on a business trip to central Japan! Damn it, does he want my girlfriend to do design work with him, or to sleep with him?

My girlfriend is rather naive, and her body is very sensitive. She's no match for a cunning and lecherous wolf like him. If he gets her a few more drinks tonight and teases her a bit, she might be dripping with lust, completely confused about directions and who knows who her boyfriend is. He might even put her in bed and seduce her all night!

Thinking about this, my penis actually got painfully hard, but I still held back and said, "Well... that's really not good. If you're alone with him, what if he... you should quit your job."

"Really? Quit my job?"

Sure enough, my girlfriend was reluctant to give up this promising job. She lowered her head and was silent for a while, then suddenly looked up at me and said, "Can you come with me on this business trip? Then I won't be afraid."

How could that be? My girlfriend came up with this solution! I still have to work, how could I go on a business trip with her?

Seeing my wide eyes, my girlfriend took my hand and said childishly, "Come with me, it's only for two days, you can take time off to come with me. Okay?"

Looking at my girlfriend's cute and coquettish appearance, I couldn't bear to refuse her, so I nodded and agreed.

My girlfriend happily hugged my neck and said, "Honey, you're so good to me. I'll serve you well tonight."

Then we rolled around on the sofa, her head burying in my chest, then further down, her lips already kissing my pajama bottoms. Hehe, my cock can enjoy my girlfriend's wonderful mouth tonight…

I thought Morita would be unhappy that I was accompanying my girlfriend on this business trip. But he greeted me warmly, "Little Mustache, welcome to come with me, Big Mustache."

Then he turned to my girlfriend and said, "Your boyfriend is really good, he knows how to be considerate of you, you're so lucky!" Haha, his phrasing is sometimes inaccurate.

He also said that all my travel and accommodation expenses were covered by his company, and he even personally drove my girlfriend and me to Taichung.

On the highway, Morita chatted with us, asking how long we'd been dating, where we went on dates, and when we planned to get married. He seemed like a caring elder to us young people, but he veered into inappropriate topics, asking how long we'd been dating before we started making love, whether we'd gone to the countryside, and even whether Shaoxia knew how to moan during sex. Although he laughed it off, it still made my girlfriend blush bright red.

"Morita-san, do you know your colleagues say you're a pervert?"

Perhaps because Morita had made the atmosphere so relaxed, my girlfriend hadn't expected him to say something like that.

"Oh!"

Morita laughed again, "Haha, really? They say I'm a pervert, a creep? I am a pervert, really. I like looking at women's breasts and underwear."

He glanced at my girlfriend in the rearview mirror and said, "When you wear a short skirt to work, I always peek at your underwear. So beautiful, your legs and crotch, so white and beautiful."

Damn it, this stupid Morita! I've never seen a man peek at a woman's underwear and be so stupid as to say it out loud!

"You're so lecherous!" My girlfriend blushed and said coquettishly, "I'm not wearing skirts to work anymore!"

Morita didn't care at all, and continued to laugh lewdly, "Vivia, you're so stingy."

He looked at me in the rearview mirror and said, "I know, you little mustache, you're afraid that if I go on a business trip with Vivia, you'll take the opportunity to sleep with her, right?"

Who would say something like that outright?

I didn't know how to answer him for a moment, but my girlfriend grabbed my arm and said, "Yeah, you're usually so lecherous, I brought my boyfriend along so you wouldn't take advantage of me."

Morita was described as a pervert by my girlfriend, but he wasn't angry at all and said, "Haha, I know you'll misunderstand me. The truth is, I'll tell you a secret, I was injured before and can't have sex with women."

This, this was unexpected!

Morita continued, "When I was a teenager, I liked skateboarding. You know what skateboarding is, it's not on land, it's surfing on the sea. I had an accident and was hit on the left side by my friend's skateboard. The doctor said that the nerve was damaged. My life is not in danger, but I can't have sex anymore."

So that's what happened! We had a lot of misunderstandings about Morita. I understand now. After his childhood injury, Morita became impotent. His apparent fondness for reading Playboy-style pornography and his groping behavior—putting his arm around my girlfriend's shoulder, touching her buttocks, and peeking at her underwear—was just a facade to mask his impotence. He deliberately acted like a lecherous and sexually capable man in front of others.

I glanced at my girlfriend; from her eyes, I knew she shared my thoughts.

Morita saw that my girlfriend and I didn't speak, then laughed loudly and said, "You don't need to pity me. I'm used to it. I don't have a wife, so it's okay for me to lecherously look at you girls. I know some girls don't like this, and I'm very sorry if I offend Vivian sometimes."

This time, it was my girlfriend's turn to look at me, her eyes filled with pity. She's naturally soft-hearted, and after hearing Morita's words, I knew she had long since forgiven his lecherous behavior.

However, I remembered that my girlfriend worked at Morita's company for over two months. Aside from some groping and peeping under her skirt (symbols of male behavior), Morita didn't bully or sexually assault her. It was all because Morita's image was so lecherous, and we imagined him as a lecherous monster, leading to our misunderstanding.

I wonder if our previous design assistant, Xiaotian, also resigned because of our misunderstanding of Morita? More likely, after Xiaotian became pregnant, her boyfriend mistakenly believed it was Morita, this seemingly lecherous man, who was responsible, leading to their breakup, and then Xiaotian resigned.

It seems the mystery of the assistant's resignation has been solved.

Believe me, this scoundrel has become Kindaichi Ichiji (Kindaichi Ichiji's younger brother), haha!

But even though Morita is impotent, his lechery remains undiminished. He continued asking us how many times a week we had sex? What positions did we use? Missionary or woman-on-top? Was it front penetration or rear penetration? If it were anyone else, we would have already turned on him, but he's my girlfriend's boss and impotent. He was just being cheeky, so I chatted with him.

This time, my girlfriend wasn't as shy as before; instead, she teased him, saying, "Mr. Morita, you can't even have sex, so asking these questions is useless!"

Morita, shameless as ever, said, "It's useful, very useful. My penis may be impotent, but my mind is! I can imagine what it's like when you're having sex. Haha, in my mind, you're completely naked!" My girlfriend blushed deeply.

Seeing Shaoxia's shy expression, Morita continued to tease her, asking her what age she had her first time with a boy. My girlfriend knew he was just joking but didn't mean any harm. Seeing me chatting with him, she joined in, joking with him, saying that her first time was when she was eighteen, carried into a room by her father's friend.

As she spoke, my girlfriend winked at me, letting me know she was just making things up, not telling the truth. But hearing my girlfriend say that, my penis actually doubled in size, damn it! My girlfriend was already very beautiful at a young age, so it's not surprising that her father's friends were lusting after her.

Morita gave her a thumbs up and praised her, "Amazing! So young!" Seeing his lecherous expression, damn it!

The car was on the highway, but he wasn't driving fast; instead, he talked a lot of lewd things. He continued to ask his girlfriend how many boyfriends she had had. Shaoxia casually answered 12. He then asked how many men she had slept with, and she said 20.

Morita asked her curiously why she only had 12 boyfriends but had slept with 20 men. His girlfriend said that besides boyfriends, there were also teachers, classmates, seniors, and colleagues.

Damn, my dick got hard again.

Morita asked her if the sex was voluntary or forced. His girlfriend laughed and said that all 20 men voluntarily slept with her. If it was forced, there were many more, countless, probably more than 30. Some drugged or got her drunk before getting her into bed, some just forced themselves on her and raped her, and some were gang-raped by several men.

My girlfriend probably knew Morita was impotent, so she felt comfortable telling him all this, which excited Morita and me alike.

Morita looked at me in the rearview mirror and said, "Hey, mustache, you know your girlfriend's been raped by many guys? What do you think about that?"

I suppressed my throbbing erection, glanced at my girlfriend, and then laughed, "Of course I know. I don't really have any feelings about it. I actually enjoy Vivian being raped by other guys, haha." Hearing this

, my girlfriend playfully grabbed my arm and pretended to punch me hard, saying, "You're such a pervert!"

It was outrageous! My girlfriend said it was okay for her to be raped by other guys, but when I said it, she wanted to hit me!

Seeing us being so affectionate and teasing each other, Morita couldn't help but look at us with envy.

He laughed too, saying, "Mustache, you're so lucky. Vivian is beautiful and funny."

Ever since Morita said he was impotent, my girlfriend and I had become much friendlier towards him.

We arrived in Taichung. Since Morita and my girlfriend both had work to do, and I had nowhere else to go, Morita treated me like another design assistant at his company. We went to the client's office together to present the promotional design. I could only sit quietly and listen to their discussion, occasionally helping them bring out some samples and semi-3D design drawings.

This time, I saw a different side of my girlfriend. Usually, when she's with me, she's always so sweet and gentle, sometimes even acting coquettishly, like a cute little girl, and I dote on her.

But when I saw her wearing a dark blue suit dress, earnestly explaining the design, she was so dignified and professional. Her voice was clear and melodious, and every gesture she made resembled that of a well-mannered and knowledgeable businesswoman. No wonder Morita appreciated her so much.

Morita really treated me like an assistant, even giving me his camera to take pictures so he could use them as promotional material for his company later.

That evening, Morita invited three senior executives from the client company to dinner, and of course, my girlfriend and I were invited as well.

The three of us sat apart from the three clients. Morita was a master of social interaction. When the food started, he declared that tonight's conversation wouldn't be business, but rather about romance

and lighthearted matters. He then proceeded to tell some rather suggestive jokes, making everyone laugh heartily. Even my girlfriend blushed and laughed along with us, instantly creating a lively atmosphere. Morita ordered several bottles of fine red wine and poured for everyone. He was very knowledgeable about wine history, explaining the vintage, the country of origin, the grape harvest that year, and whether it was sweet or astringent. Afterward, he urged everyone to drink.

One of the clients, a high-ranking executive surnamed Hong, who appeared to be around fifty years old, was the most senior guest of the day. He sat next to Morita, with my girlfriend beside him.

He turned to look at her and suddenly remarked, "A beautiful woman deserves fine wine. Now we have the wine, but unfortunately, no beautiful woman to accompany us."

This guy had already been drooling over my girlfriend's beauty while she was explaining things, and now, seeing her flushed and delicate face after a few drinks, she looked even more adorable.

"Come on, Vivian, you're the only girl here today, so come and have a drink with the five of us guys!"

Damn it! He actually wants my girlfriend to be a hostess!

My girlfriend blushed and glanced at Morita. Morita laughed and said, "Vivian is our designer, being a hostess isn't her specialty. Next time you all come to Taipei, I'll find some hot professional hostesses to keep you company. This time, I'll be the hostess?"

Luckily, Morita came to my girlfriend's rescue; he really cares about her! I really misunderstood good people before.

Mr. Hong seemed unhappy, and seeing the situation was turning sour, Morita laughed again, saying, "You know what? My two designers have developed feelings for each other over time, and they're already boyfriend and girlfriend. Although Vivian can't drink with you, we can get them both drunk, haha, let's put them in the same room tonight, hehehehe!"

This made the executive grin from ear to ear.

While Morita had defused the awkward situation, it was a disaster for my girlfriend and me. They treated us like a newlywed couple, constantly urging us to drink. Luckily, the red wine wasn't very strong, and by the end of the meal, we weren't completely drunk, just a little unsteady on our feet.

The executive sitting next to my girlfriend, of course, didn't miss the opportunity. When we finished eating and shook hands to say goodbye, he immediately put his arm around her slender waist and even took the opportunity to grope her from behind her suit skirt. Damn it! This guy touched my girlfriend's round, soft butt right in front of me!

Fortunately, these guys were also a little tipsy themselves, and they had to discuss prices and contracts with Morita the next day, so they didn't bother us and went home after dinner.

The hotel wasn't far from the restaurant, and the three of us staggered back to the hotel quickly. Morita had rented two rooms, one for himself and one for my girlfriend and me. But when we arrived at the room, Morita didn't go to his own room; instead, he followed us in.

I could only laugh and say, "Mr. Morita, your room is next door. Haha, come in with us, want to sleep with us?"

My girlfriend rolled her eyes at me, but she knew I was joking.

Morita also laughed and said, "I want to sleep with you guys, I'm too scared to sleep alone, it's so quiet outside, I'm scared, afraid there are ghosts! There are a lot of ghosts in Taiwan."

Damn, how could there be ghosts? He's the only one with a lecherous look! He looked at Shaoxia and said to me, "I don't have a girlfriend, I need to borrow your girlfriend tonight."

Damn it! Shaoxia is my girlfriend, how can I lend her to you?

Guys are usually very generous, they'll lend you anything. They'll lend their computers, their rooms, their cameras, even their names sometimes. (I even lent my name to Sister Xiaofang to write "humiliation cards," she's currently writing the first part of chapter eight, not finished yet, so I'll continue borrowing.) But we can't just lend our girlfriends to others, can we?

If I could borrow my girlfriend, some men might be even more outrageous and say to me, "Can I borrow your mom and sister for a few days?" Am I supposed to lend my mom and sister to others for free? When you lend something to someone, they often don't know how to cherish it and use it carelessly. So, if a man borrows my mom and sister, he certainly won't know how to treat them with respect and might just take advantage of them. My dad would kill me then.

However, Morita didn't stand on ceremony with me. He put his hand on Shaoxia's shoulder and handed me his camera, saying, "Little Mustache, take some pictures of us. Vivian and I haven't taken any photos together yet."

Oh, so that's what he meant by "borrowing my girlfriend." Of course, no problem. I took a picture of him and my girlfriend. We were all a little drunk, so our faces were flushed.

"Vivian, this is a close-up photo of us. Little Mustache, don't be stingy, take a good one!"

After Morita finished speaking, he put his arm around my girlfriend's slender waist, bent down a little, and his bearded face was almost touching her tender face. I took the picture.

"Your beard is so prickly," my girlfriend said coquettishly to Morita after I finished taking the photos.

Morita ignored her protest, put his arm around her shoulder, and pushed her towards the bed, saying, "Let's take some pictures in bed, really beautiful ones!"

Haha, Morita wants to sleep with my girlfriend?

My penis involuntarily twitched. I said, "Okay, Xia, get in bed."

I was worried about what my girlfriend would think, but after she knew Morita posed no threat to her, she felt comfortable playing with him. Besides, she was a little drunk tonight, so she happily lay down on the bed. Damn

, my girlfriend was lying on her back, her pretty face as red as an apple. With each breath, her high breasts rose and fell, very alluring.

She was still wearing that suit dress. Thinking back to today when she wore this outfit, explaining the design so elegantly and professionally, but now she was lying on the bed, seemingly at his mercy. No wonder some people are particularly fond of OLs; maybe it's a kind of uniform fetish? A girl in a uniform, letting a boy do whatever he wants to her—just thinking about it gets me excited for a while!

Although Morita was impotent, he was obsessed with lust and possessed the innate lewdness typical of Japanese men. Seeing Shaoxia lying on the bed, he quickly lay down beside her, embracing her and saying, "Quick, take a picture like this! Vivian and I are going to bed!"

Watching him hold my girlfriend's slender waist as they lay on the bed, I suddenly imagined myself as a husband returning home to find my girlfriend cheating on me with another man, making me a cuckold! Wow! Just thinking about it was exciting! I couldn't understand why so many men were afraid of being cuckolded, but I found it exhilarating!

Imagine coming home one day to find your beloved girlfriend or wife being held naked in bed by another man, his large penis thrusting in and out of her tender vagina, making her moan—that feeling would be absolutely amazing!

"This isn't right, this isn't right! It should be covered by a blanket!" I said to Morita with a laugh. My

girlfriend laughed and said, "Feifei, your girlfriend is going to sleep with her boss, and you're still laughing?"

The blanket completely covered Morita and my girlfriend, only their heads were showing. Damn! It really looked more like it! My girlfriend looked like she was sleeping with Morita! He even struck a pose, like he was kissing my girlfriend.

I took a picture. Morita laughed and said, "Take this picture back to the company, everyone will think it's real!"

I saw my girlfriend's suit skirt and her stockinged legs sticking out from under the blanket, and said, "If all four legs were showing, it would look even more like it!"

Then he told my girlfriend to take off her stockings and rolled up her suit skirt, revealing her two fair and tender thighs. Morita also rolled up his pants, revealing his two thick, fat, and hairy thighs.

They crawled back under the blanket, their four legs exposed outside. Morita's two legs were intertwined with my girlfriend's two tender legs. Although it was supposed to be a game, my girlfriend's tender thighs were being pressed and wrapped by his thick, hairy thighs.

Morita laughed heartily, "Looks like I'm capable of manipulating girls again! Take a few more pictures!"

At this point, Morita was completely wrapped around my girlfriend, pinning her down, and told me to keep taking pictures. My girlfriend protested, moaning, "Morita-san, you're so lecherous! You've put me in bed with my boyfriend right here!"

Damn, my penis throbbed again.

Morita and my girlfriend really started making out on the bed. She was a little drunk, and I couldn't tell if she was really pushing him away or not, but she couldn't get rid of him. She just kept protesting, "No, you're touching my private parts! Don't touch me anymore!"

But she wasn't struggling; she was still playfully teasing him. I took the opportunity to take a few more pictures.

The three of us played around for a while, and everyone was tired. But Morita really didn't want to go to his room to sleep, so he lay on the sofa watching TV and fell asleep.

I was exhausted too, so I just took off my clothes and lay down on the bed and fell asleep as well. Maybe because my girlfriend is a girl and likes to be clean, she went to the bathroom to change and shower.

I don't know how much time had passed when I felt my girlfriend's soft body lying beside me. She smelled wonderful after her shower, partly from the shower gel, but mostly from her natural, delicate fragrance.

Although I wasn't fully awake, I couldn't resist embracing her and kissing her small mouth. She obediently opened her mouth, letting my tongue enter, and we intertwined with each other.

"Mmm...mmm..." My girlfriend was aroused by my kisses, her whole body writhing.

My hands roamed freely over her thin nightgown, cupping her soft breasts. Her breasts were large; my hands couldn't cover them, so I had to push them up from below. Two tender mounds of flesh peeked out from under her nightgown. I unbuttoned her blouse, and her breasts almost bounced out. My mouth moved to her breasts, kissing them.

"Mmm...mmm..." My girlfriend arched her chest, letting me kiss her.

My mouth kissed her large breasts, while my hands lifted them up from below.

"Mmm...ah...ah..."

My tongue hooked onto her erect nipples, sucking on them and gently biting them with my teeth.

"Ah..." My girlfriend couldn't resist my teasing and gasped.

I pulled her nightgown down over her shoulders, revealing her two beautiful breasts. Even in the darkness, I could feel her two full, soft, white breasts. My penis swelled and thrust forward. I hugged her breasts and buried my face between them.

Wow! So good! If you haven't tried it, you should definitely try burying your face between your girlfriend's breasts. It's not only great, but it also gives you a sense of security. Maybe it's like wanting to go back to the feeling of a child hiding in their mother's arms, burying their head in their mother's breasts.

Of course, once you grow up, you can't taste your mother's breasts again. Unless your father agrees that you can suck on his wife's breasts again, or you and your father swap wives, each bed will have its own unique experience at night. Your penis will be inside your mother's vagina, stirring and churning, while your wife will be lifted up by your father and raped at will. This scenario is quite exciting, but leave it to those who like incest to write about. I would never swap wives with my father. I don't have a particular fondness for incest, but I do enjoy having other men rape the wives of my father and me.

My face was buried in my girlfriend's chest, my hands starting to roam over her body, pulling up her nightgown, stroking her panties, and finally pulling them down.

"No... Feifei... Morita-san is still in our room..."

My girlfriend grabbed my hands, trying to stop me from taking off her panties.

"It's okay, it's okay if he sees, he can only look, not do anything, haha!"

I said, then insisted on pulling her panties off again. I could smell a hint of alcohol on her breath, and I didn't think she would resist me in this situation.

Sure enough, my girlfriend instinctively lifted her buttocks, allowing me to easily pull them off, from her left leg, leaving them hanging on her right calf. My hands returned to her inner thighs, and she quickly tried to close her legs, perhaps a natural instinct for women to protect themselves. But my thighs and thick waist squeezed between her legs, preventing her from closing them, and then I gently stroked the soft pubic hair covering her private parts with my fingers.

My own pubic hair was a mess, but my girlfriend's was very soft. My fingers slid down her pubic hair, and when they touched her vulva, she shuddered and let out a long sigh.

I'm experienced with my girlfriend, of course. I gently peeled back her labia with my fingers, counting the layers of tender flesh inside. Before I even reached the third layer, her juices were already flowing freely. Amazing! My girlfriend is so sensitive. Just a few minutes of teasing, and she's already this wet!

I dare not tell anyone this secret, afraid that bad guys will find out how easily my girlfriend is aroused. They only need to tease her a few times, and she'll be completely submissive to them, letting them ravage her!

I rolled over and pinned my girlfriend to the bed. She quickly pushed me away: "No...no, Morita-san will see, I'll be so ashamed..." Hehe, I thought, wouldn't it be even better if Morita saw? I love letting others see my girlfriend's breasts and private parts!

“But I really want it. Look, my big, lazy bird is so hard it hurts. You have to give me a good fucking tonight.” I pulled her hand and touched my penis.

My girlfriend slapped my penis and said, “You’re just as horny as Morita-san! Okay, okay, I’ll help you with my hand.” After saying that, she opened her soft palm and gently massaged and rubbed my penis.

Damn, my girlfriend has been with me for so many years, she knows exactly how to make me cum. Her hands skillfully held my penis, rubbing it up and down, and gently massaging the glans. I closed my eyes and comfortably enjoyed my girlfriend’s gentle palm.

Although my penis was excitedly enjoying her caresses, I closed my eyes, and the strong alcohol intoxication came over me again. My girlfriend’s soft, boneless palm made me feel very comfortable, but it also made me feel hazy and I actually dozed off.

In my hazy state, I only remember my girlfriend lightly slapping my penis again: "Useless, you actually fell asleep!" Then she gently and tenderly released my penis, snuggling into my arms and falling asleep...

"Mmm...you...what are you doing, Morita-san...no...!"

In my sleep, I suddenly felt my girlfriend's whole body tremble in panic. There was a large figure beside our bed; it was obviously Morita! Damn it, this pervert must know that I had rummaged through my girlfriend's clothes under the covers and wanted to peek again! Hmph, let's see what he does when he wakes her up!

Morita's huge figure bent down, leaning over the bed, and reached his hands under our covers. I felt my girlfriend tremble again. Damn it! This guy is so brazenly touching my girlfriend!

"Vivia, you're very pretty, hehe, while your boyfriend is asleep, give me a good fuck!"

This Morita, he has no manly sexual ability, but he's always thinking about fucking women!

Hearing him say that, my girlfriend calmed down and said, "You can't have sex, so even if I wanted to, I couldn't." It seems she's still quite drunk, actually making fun of her boss like that.

"I'm here to sleep with you again," Morita said, climbing onto the bed.

Luckily, the hotel bed was large, and even with Morita squeezing on, I didn't fall off.

My girlfriend giggled and nudged me, saying, "Feifei... Morita-san wants to sleep with me again."

I mumbled, "Ah... fine, let's sleep... don't bother me... I want to sleep..."

I was really sleepy then. Normally, if I knew a man was going to sleep with my girlfriend, I would be very excited, but knowing that this Morita was just a "blank slingshot" and couldn't have sex, I really couldn't muster any excitement. Plus, I'd drunk quite a bit that night, and now the alcohol was taking effect, making me extremely sleepy.

Morita, however, actually hugged my girlfriend and started teasing her. At first, my girlfriend played around with him, but soon she started moaning and groaning from his touch.

Damn, I just peeled back her tender layers, making her drip with juices, but I fell asleep. No wonder Morita's teasing has aroused her again. Besides, she drank quite a bit tonight, so she's not very lucid.

"Ugh...no...don't...uh-huh..."

I heard my girlfriend's voice and cautiously opened my eyes a crack. Damn it, this impotent Morita is imitating me, French kissing my girlfriend like that. In the dim light, I could see his tongue darting into her mouth, swirling around, leaving a sticky trail when he pulled it out.

Morita rolled over and pressed down on my girlfriend. She groaned and pushed him away, saying, "Get away...don't do this to me anymore...you can't sex...don't bother me anymore..."

Suddenly, my girlfriend almost screamed. She quickly covered her mouth, but couldn't stop the low "ooh...ah..."

Damn, what method did this impotent Morita use to make her react so strongly?

All I heard was Morita chuckling lewdly, saying, "You thought I was incapable of sex? That was all a lie. You and your boyfriend are both incredibly stupid, easily fooled!"

After saying that, he pressed his muscular body against my girlfriend a few more times, making a hissing sound.

What?! That damn bastard! Morita said he was impotent, but he was lying to us!

A nosebleed seemed to surge from my heart to my nostrils—what a feeling! My mind went from one extreme to the other. I used to think Morita was a lecherous guy, always imagining him doing something indecent to my girlfriend. But today, when he said he couldn't have sex, my heart sank. I thought he couldn't be the target of my scheme to humiliate my girlfriend. Now I know he was lying. He climbed into bed with my girlfriend, playfully flirting, and then suddenly became a grown man, right beside me, actually having sex with her!

"Ah...you...you're so bad...you're lying...ah..."

My girlfriend tried to say something, but she couldn't get a complete sentence out. Morita's thick waist pressed her down hard, turning her voice into weak, intermittent pleas for mercy, "Ah...no...not here...ah...Feifei will...ah...wake up...ah..."

"It'll be better if your boyfriend wakes up!"

This guy Morita is a complete pervert! "He enjoys seeing his girlfriend being fucked by me!"

My girlfriend originally wanted to wake me up to get rid of Morita, but who knew Morita was this kind of perverted man who liked to rape his girlfriend in front of his boyfriend. Damn it! My assistant, Xiaotian, was probably also humiliated like this by Morita, but unfortunately, her boyfriend didn't have the same personality as me who enjoyed humiliating his girlfriend. Of course, he couldn't stand watching his girlfriend being raped, so he broke up with her, and that's why Xiaotian resigned. Could that be the truth?

Now it was my girlfriend's turn to be afraid of waking me up. She gritted her teeth, enduring Morita's humiliation, trying her best not to make a sound.

"Haha, I'll fuck you to death!"

Morita's buttocks slammed down hard, making the mattress shake.

"Hehe, fucking you next to your boyfriend is so satisfying!"

"Ah... gently... Morita-san... ah... you can't... you'll break me... ah..."

My girlfriend's delicate protests seemed like an aphrodisiac, making Morita press down on her even harder.

Damn it! He showed no mercy whatsoever. Of course, Shaoxia wasn't his girlfriend, so of course he wouldn't care. Every thrust was forceful, pushing her legs apart and even touching my body.

Every thrust was so forceful, as if he wanted to nail my girlfriend to the bed. Damn, with that kind of force, his cock must have pierced her tender hole, maybe even reaching her cervix. My girlfriend couldn't handle that kind of force!

Sure enough, my girlfriend moaned softly, "Ah... too... too deep... ah... no... ah..."

In the dim light, I saw Morita's rough hands gripping my girlfriend's breasts. Damn it, I had just finished "warming up" with my girlfriend, and now this old pervert Morita was enjoying himself!

I don't know if he lacked tenderness or just had a penchant for perverted methods, but instead of gently kissing her breasts like I would, he forcefully kneaded and squeezed her tender flesh until it was deformed. Damn it, thankfully my girlfriend's breasts were real; if they were filled with glue like some celebrities, they probably would have been torn apart by his force.

"Haha, you said today that over 30 men raped you, and now you've added me to the list! Haha!"

Morita continued to torment my girlfriend. Damn it, what did he take my girlfriend, this design assistant, for?

"Ah... I was just joking... ah..."

My girlfriend sounded like she was about to cry, "Ah... I can't take it... it's too deep... ah... it's all... torn... ah... I'm done for... ahhh..."

My girlfriend couldn't bear Morita's lewd treatment; her whole body trembled a few times. I knew she had reached orgasm and lost all reason.

"Ah... harder... thrust in... ah... squeeze my breasts until they're broken... ah... fuck my little hole... all torn... ah... no... I'm done for... ah..."

Morita didn't seem to be particularly skilled. Hearing my girlfriend's low moans, his movements became faster and faster. Based on my experience, he was close to orgasm.

"Vivian, you're so beautiful, I love fucking you, I love fucking you in front of your boyfriend! I'll fuck you

to death!" Suddenly, he pressed his buttocks down, his penis already deep inside my girlfriend, and then it started to vibrate violently! Damn it, he actually ejaculated inside my girlfriend! And for so long! He probably filled her uterus and vagina with semen!

I was so excited that I almost ejaculated too!

Everything became calm again, as if nothing had happened.

But a week after that business trip, my girlfriend told me she wanted to quit her job. I guessed that Morita was too lecherous and often harassed her when he returned to the company, which was why she quit.

But when I asked her why, the answer was: Xiaotian, the former design assistant, had come back to work, and Morita had given her all the important tasks, leaving his girlfriend with no future at the company.

What was going on? Why did Xiaotian come back to work, and why wasn't she pregnant as rumored? Why did Morita give her all the important tasks?

I never knew the answer to the first question; maybe Xiaotian hadn't gotten pregnant, or maybe she had an abortion. We later learned the reason for the second question: Xiaotian had become Morita's girlfriend and had even moved into his big house to live with him.

Damn! An old man with a young girl! Morita, that lecherous old man, was almost old enough to be Xiaotian's father, and they were actually dating?

Needless to say, I knew that Morita must have taken advantage of Xiaotian many times, developed feelings over time, or perhaps he had a child with her and was too embarrassed to abandon her, so he stayed with her.

Two years later, when I think back on that strange and perverted experience, I find it unbelievable.

We haven't been in contact with Morita since, and the company seems to have moved from that address. Of course, we don't know if Morita, that lecherous boss, and Xiaotian are still a couple.

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