January 27th, Monday.
Early spring brought no warm sun. The light outside the window was a dull gray, making the fluorescent tubes in the office building the dominant source, casting a cold glow over the cubicles.
Lin Zhe arrived at the company as usual.
He was now a department head, and his steps felt more assured than before.
The sound of his polished leather shoes on the carpet was soft, but passing subordinates nodded one after another, greeting, "Good morning, Manager Lin."
This feeling was exhilarating.
The price was years of working day and night, and recently securing a major deal.
So he deserved it.
Lin Zhe walked into his private office. It wasn't large, but it had a glass partition, allowing him to see the activity outside at the workstations.
Time flew by.
Just after 2 PM, two young figures appeared at the department entrance.
Lin Chao and An Yao.
University student interns always had more flexible schedules.
And this was part of the original agreement—they only needed to be at the company from afternoon until evening.
That morning, Lin Zhe had already gone through the procedures with HR, legitimately placing these two relatives under his supervision.
At this moment, he watched through the glass as the two sat down at their workstations, looking somewhat awkward.
Lin Chao still had that delicate, scholarly appearance, head bowed, not even daring to glance toward his cousin.
An Yao, however, turned her innocent little face toward the office direction and offered a sweet smile.
...
Dinnertime, overtime was the norm.
Lin Zhe didn't make any special arrangements. He ordered three identical takeout meals (reimbursable) and ate with them right there in the workstation area.
The greasy aroma of boxed meals filled the air.
A long-standing habit made Lin Zhe eat quickly. He shoveled a few mouthfuls, swallowed them whole, and put down his chopsticks.
He pulled over a tissue, wiped his mouth, and looked at the two young people beside him.
His cousin was buried in his food, smacking his lips just like he did as a child, matching Lin Zhe's memory.
An Yao, however, this youthful girl, ate very delicately.
Her outfit today was also simple.
A beige high-neck thin sweater, the collar tightly protecting her slender neck—a nearly ascetic covering, so thorough it wouldn't inspire any improper thoughts in anyone who saw it.
But under the light, the sweater's material became somewhat transparent.
Especially across the chest.
That pair of breasts, seemingly no less impressive than Su Yu's, were tightly constrained by the soft knit fabric, creating a breathtaking curve.
Clearly visible, the sweater's weave was stretched and tautened by her prominent breasts, as if one could see through the fabric to the full contours of the snowy mounds beneath.
Lin Zhe's Adam's apple bobbed. His gaze didn't withdraw; instead, it grew more brazen.
"Breasts that big, the areolas probably aren't small either, and the nipples at the tips must be a fresh, tender pink..."
Taking advantage of both being focused on eating, Lin Zhe continued his unobtrusive downward inspection.
The girl's honey waist was very slender. The sweater's hem was tucked into her jeans, outlining that supple, narrow waist that seemed one could encircle with a single hand.
But forming an extreme contrast with the slender waist was her buttocks.
Those buttocks were so voluptuous.
The denim of the jeans was stretched taut, wrapping those two plump, round, perky mounds.
The girl was just sitting quietly in her chair, yet the shadow of that buttock cleavage was already enough to invite wild imaginings.
If, from behind, one thrust in, one hand gripping this slender honey waist, the other grabbing those large breasts, letting the cock pound fiercely against these plump buttocks...
It would surely bring ultimate pleasure, enough to make one feel transported.
The girl lowered her head, a few strands of hair falling, covering part of her face.
And her face was innocent, that standard campus goddess type—fair skin, thin lips, slightly reddened now from eating something spicy, like petals wet with morning dew, silent yet inviting one to pluck them.
Lin Zhe's gaze, so brazenly, slid from her slightly lowered eyelashes to her pert nose tip, then to those full breasts, finally settling on the plump buttocks tightly constrained by the jeans.
Right at that moment.
An Yao finally seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.
The girl's puzzled gaze directly met Lin Zhe's desire-filled stare.
Eyes locked.
Lin Zhe's heart tightened. He awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth, forcing a falsely benevolent smile.
An Yao's pretty face, at that moment, flushed even redder than from the spice earlier, all the way to the tips of her ears.
Her boyfriend's cousin was handsome, wealthy, a department head at a young age, drove a nice car—compared to the boyfriend beside her who only knew how to bury his head and smack his lips, it was like clouds and mud.
He was the dream of countless young girls.
Although An Yao deeply loved her boyfriend, some instinctive thoughts were unavoidable.
Just like everyone has, to some extent, unspeakable secrets buried deep in their hearts.
They take root in the deepest corners.
No sunlight, no rain.
They cannot grow; they only turn to ash with the passage of time.
Unless...
Unless some special opportunity arises...
Realizing she was again uncontrollably fantasizing about her boyfriend's cousin, An Yao, like a startled fawn, flusteredly lowered her head, taking small bites of her rice, but her flushed earlobes betrayed her shyness.
She had grown hot under her cousin-in-law's gaze.
Seeing the girl's shy demeanor, Lin Zhe inexplicably thought of Su Yu.
If they had met earlier, when Su Yu was a freshman, would she have been this youthful and charming too?
And when his wife's face appeared in his mind, Lin Zhe suddenly sobered up, realizing he had actually been fantasizing about his cousin's girlfriend!?
As an elder, he shouldn't be like this.
Lin Zhe quickly cursed himself inwardly:
Damn it.
You're really becoming more and more of a scoundrel.
You already have your mother, sister, and wife at home, how can you still think of other women!
"Manager Lin!"
Just as Lin Zhe felt extremely awkward and wanted to find an excuse to slip away, Lao Wang from the neighboring department poked his head over.
"Oh, having dinner with the interns?"
Lao Wang was a middle-aged man in his forties, sporting a receding hairline, his smile creasing his face with wrinkles.
"There's something about a project I'd like to discuss with you. Are you free now..."
Lin Zhe abruptly stood up. This usually annoying Lao Wang was practically a savior at this moment.
"Perfect timing, I just finished eating."
"You two keep eating. Xiao Chao, remember to take out the trash later."
Lin Zhe patted his cousin's shoulder. The latter only then looked up, blankly uttering, "Huh?"
But Lin Zhe had already followed Lao Wang into the distance.
....
This kept him busy until almost 11 PM.
The project mess was far more complicated than imagined.
When Lin Zhe finally emerged from Lao Wang's smoke-filled office, stretching, he realized the entire floor was almost empty.
His own department only had two lonely desk lamps still on in the corner.
It was Lin Chao and An Yao.
The two interns were quite diligent.
Lin Zhe softened his footsteps and walked over.
He intended to greet them and tell them to leave early.
Just as he approached the partition, he heard extremely hushed voices from inside.
It was An Yao's girlish voice, tinged with grievance and a sob.
"...Don't touch me!"
Lin Zhe's steps instantly halted.
Subconsciously, he hid in the shadows, eavesdropping.
"Yao Yao, don't be angry..."
Lin Chao's voice sounded panicked, even pitiful:
"I... I don't know what happened either..."
"You don't know? Lin Chao, are you even a man?!"
An Yao's voice rose a bit but was immediately suppressed again, as if afraid of being overheard.
"We... we agreed... that day on Saturday..."
Lin Zhe's heart gave a sudden jolt.
Saturday?
January 25th?
That day he was at the amusement park with Su Yu, then ran into them.
...After they went back that day, they...
Hearing these words and realizing a certain possibility, Lin Zhe grew even more curious. He craned his neck, continuing to eavesdrop.
He only heard Lin Chao stammering in defense:
"I... I was too nervous that day..."
"You... you're so beautiful... when I saw you take off your clothes, I... I just..."
"You just went soft!"
An Yao practically spat out these words through gritted teeth.
"Lin Chao, we've been together almost a year! I... I made up my mind to give myself to you... and what happened? You couldn't even get hard!"
"I did! I was hard at first!" Lin Chao grew anxious.
"Hard? You call that hard?"
An Yao sneered upon hearing this: "Limp, like a strip of cotton! You couldn't even... couldn't even touch me... down there..."
Lin Chao also grew angry, stung by the remark, retorting:
"It's you... you were too dry down there!"
"I... I touched for a long time, you didn't get wet at all! Dry as hell! How was I supposed to get in?!"
"You..."
An Yao seemed choked by this, silent for a long while, only faint sobs could be heard.
Lin Zhe, listening outside, was dumbfounded.
Holy shit!
This is...
Given his cousin's personality, Lin Zhe had considered he might not be up to it, but not to this extent.
A girl like An Yao, what man wouldn't be attracted?
What was she following Lin Chao, a poor student, for?
For his delicate looks?
Now it seemed Lin Chao couldn't even satisfy her most basic sexual needs.
Lin Zhe suddenly remembered the look An Yao gave him that Saturday afternoon.
Shy, but with a hint of longing?
"Yao Yao, don't cry..."
Before Lin Zhe could continue his train of thought, Lin Chao's voice came again from nearby.
"Let's try again, okay? Next time... next time I'll definitely do it! I... my dick isn't small either, I was just too nervous that day..."
"You're still saying that!"
An Yao cried harder.
"I... I feel so humiliated... My friends... they all said... the first time would feel good... but I... I only felt pain, and... disgust..."
"You disgust me?!"
Lin Chao's voice also changed.
"I disgust you! I disgust you, you useless piece of shit!"
*Slap!*
A crisp sound.
It seemed Lin Chao had been slapped.
Lin Zhe felt the timing was about right.
Listening further, this young couple might break up on the spot.
He then cleared his throat, deliberately加重ing his footsteps.
"Ahem!"
The voices inside abruptly ceased.
Lin Zhe pretended he had just returned, rounding the partition.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
At the workstation, the two were frozen in place.
An Yao's eyes were red and swollen, tear stains still on her face. Seeing Lin Zhe, her innocent face instantly filled with panic and embarrassment.
She abruptly lowered her head, hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.
Lin Chao covered his cheek, his face a mixture of shame, anger, and awkwardness, flushed a purplish-red.
"Brother... you... when did you get back?"
An Yao asked timidly, her voice still thick with a nasal tone, as if she'd just been bullied, sounding particularly pitiful.
"Just now."
Lin Zhe lied without changing expression, walking to his own workstation and picking up his water cup.
"Saw your lights were still on. What were you talking about so intently?"
To avoid making them more uncomfortable, Lin Zhe asked casually.
"Nothing... nothing much..."
Lin Chao waved his hands hurriedly:
"Just... just talking about some study stuff... yeah, study stuff."
"Oh? Really?"
Lin Zhe smiled meaningfully, but his gaze fell on An Yao's slightly trembling shoulders.
Her beige sweater, due to her earlier agitation, had its collar pulled slightly askew, revealing a small patch of snowy collarbone.
The lines of that collarbone were so exquisite, like fine white jade.
Lin Zhe suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for his cousin, remembering his own youthful days when he too had felt weak and flustered in front of a girl he liked.
Of course, he had never gone soft.
"Alright, enough studying."
Lin Zhe put down his water cup.
"It's already 11, getting late. Hurry up and pack up, head back to school. Take a taxi, the company will reimburse it."
"Oh... okay, okay, brother."
Lin Chao, as if granted amnesty, began frantically packing his bag.
An Yao also lowered her head, whispering, "Thank you, brother."
She didn't dare look at Lin Zhe now, afraid the monster lurking in her heart might suddenly emerge and swallow her whole.
She had felt her cousin-in-law's scorching gaze earlier.
That gaze was much harder, and much hotter, than Lin Chao's limp thing.
On the way home, Lin Zhe drove, merging into the post-rush hour traffic.
The city's neon lights flashed by outside the car window.
Yet, in his mind, An Yao's tearful complaints and Lin Chao's excuses were still echoing.
One was as dry as a bone, the other as soft as a cotton strip.
Sigh...
Lin Zhe sighed, suddenly feeling that not everyone in this world was like him, able to find a suitable life partner.
Should he give them a hand?
Lin Zhe couldn't think of a solution for now and was starting to get annoyed, wanting to stop thinking about it, when an advertisement suddenly interrupted the car radio broadcast.
"The hustle and bustle of the city, does it leave you exhausted? Just outside the city, Tangzhi Valley Hot Spring Resort, grand opening! Japanese-style hot springs, private enjoyment..."
Hot springs?
Hearing this, Lin Zhe's thoughts shifted, temporarily pushing that pitiful young couple to the back of his mind, and immediately associating it with the pornographic scenes he'd seen in adult videos.
Once he's less busy, perhaps...
He could take his family on a vacation.
Su Yu, Wang Xiulan, Lin Yue.
His mother's plump D-cup breasts, his sister's E-cup papaya-like big tits, and Su Yu's squirting, slutty pussy...
At that time, in a private hot spring room...
Lin Zhe's breathing grew heavy.
Right, Lin Zhe also remembered that his sister had promised him last night in the bathtub to satisfy his cuckquean fetish and willingly offer herself to their father.
Then, at that time, could he perhaps take the opportunity at the hot spring resort...
To bring his sister and father together?
Just thinking about his father's thick, black cock thrusting into his sister's hairless, bun-like pussy, while he watched from the side...
"Fuck!"
Lin Zhe growled lowly. His seventeen-centimeter-long cockhead, enlarged when engorged, pressed against the zipper of his trousers, swollen and painful.
He slammed on the accelerator, and the car roared as it plunged into the darkness ahead.
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