Returning - Chapter 13
Chapter 13: First Meeting
When Zhao Yu walked into Xue Zi'ang's office, her legs were still trembling, and her gait was extremely strange.
Xue Zi'ang saw this and smiled smugly. "Can't handle it already?"
"You still have the nerve to say that." Zhao Yu glared at him, annoyed. "Who told you to get horny so early in the morning, nearly making me unable to come to the company at all…"
The last two words made her pause abruptly. She immediately put away her coquettish demeanor, returned to her normal state, and handed him the document in her hand with a professional smile. "President Xue, please review this."
The smile on Xue Zi'ang's face stiffened as he stared straight at her.
Zhao Yu lowered her gaze and remained silent. Even her body language indicated she was mindful of her position… as his assistant.
Xue Zi'ang ignored the document, remaining seated in his office chair as he looked at her. "What do you think our relationship is?"
Zhao Yu smiled. "You already said it at the ball that day. Your female companion."
"Would a female companion from a ball sleep with me?"
"Possibly." Zhao Yu still smiled. "President Xue, please look this over first. Let me know if there are any issues."
After exiting the office and returning to her workstation, Zhao Yu looked melancholy, resting her chin on her hand and staring blankly at the potted plant on her desk.
Of course, the melancholy wasn't her own, but that of the character she was currently playing.
A conflicted woman who couldn't help being attracted to her boss, slept with him, but didn't dare ask for a defined relationship because of low self-esteem, and who, because of pride, didn't want to show her inner feelings, so she pretended to be magnanimous and carefree.
When Xue Zi'ang came out of his office, what he saw was her in a constant daze.
He watched her for a long time; she was lost in thought for a long time too. Even when he walked right up to her, she didn't notice.
He placed the document in his hand onto her desk. Startled, she looked up at him, quickly adjusted her state, and threw herself into work.
Xue Zi'ang said in a low voice, "Come to my office."
Zhao Yu stood up and obediently followed him inside. The moment the door clicked shut, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her wantonly.
Zhao Yu resisted a few times but eventually gave up. Her hands, which had been pushing against his chest, instead wrapped around his neck, and she extended her tongue to intertwine with his.
When she was kissed breathless, he finally let go, pressing his forehead against hers to look at her up close. "Do you want it?"
The character Zhao Yu was playing would want it. And Zhao Yu herself also wanted it. She was too familiar with her own body and desires.
She stared at him blankly, biting her lip.
Xue Zi'ang began roughly pulling at her clothes. His movements were very rough. In a few motions, he stripped her completely naked, his large palm unceremoniously grabbing both breasts and kneading them fiercely.
They already bore the marks he had made last night and this morning, and the nipples were still swollen, but as if he didn't see any of that, he pulled, tugged, and twisted the two small nubs.
Pleasure and pain coexisted. Zhao Yu wanted to cry out, but the character she was playing wouldn't allow it, so she could only bite her lip hard, eyes brimming with tears, suppressing all sound.
Seeing her wronged and pitiful expression, Xue Zi'ang's pupils constricted. Suddenly, he flipped her around, made her stand supporting herself against the wall so he wouldn't have to see her expression anymore, and just probed his right hand from the crevice of her buttocks, groping forward.
When he covered the entrance of her hole, his hand was met with sticky, slick wetness. She was very wet.
His middle finger stroked back and forth within the slit. Zhao Yu trembled all over, subconsciously raising her hips and twisting her waist to meet him.
His palm was drenched with her honey, dripping. Xue Zi'ang pulled his hand out from her butt crack, directly covering her erect clitoris from the front, pressing and rotating it.
This was the most sensitive spot on Zhao Yu's entire body. She couldn't hold back; trembling, she let out a soft moan.
Xue Zi'ang pressed against her bare back, his left hand reaching around to the front to grab and knead one tender breast as he asked in a low voice by her ear, "Do you want it?"
"I want it..." Her voice had a sobbing tone.
"Beg me." Two fingers pinched her clitoris and twisted hard.
"I'm begging you." She could barely stand steady.
"Wrong. You know what I want to hear." He pinched her nipple hard again.
Zhao Yu's voice trembled. "Please... please fuck me... fuck me with your cock, Xue Zi'ang..."
He smiled with satisfaction, reached down to unzip his pants, and pulled out his already rock-hard shaft, wedging it into the cleft of her buttocks, parting her cunt and pushing inside.
Already at the edge of climax just moments before, with this move from him, Zhao Yu immediately shuddered and came undone.
Her spasming inner walls clamped down so hard it threw Xue Zi'ang's breathing into chaos. He sucked in a breath, gripped her waist, and slapped her butt. "Relax, don't be so tight."
Having just climaxed, how could she possibly not be tight?
Zhao Yu continued to tremble against the wall, her little pussy clenching and unclenching relentlessly, squeezing his desire so tightly that it blocked him for a good while before gradually relaxing, allowing him to break through the folds and thrust deeper.
He thrust his hips, fucking her hard and fast with long strokes. A few minutes later, he heard her intermittent voice: "You didn't... put on a condom..."
Xue Zi'ang halted his thrusting motion, glanced toward the bookshelf, and simply lifted her up by supporting her two legs, keeping their lower bodies connected. Using the position of holding a child to pee, he continued to thrust as he walked over, stopping in front of one of the drawers.
"Baby, get a condom."
This was the first time he called her that. Zhao Yu naturally had to pause for a moment to show her shock. Then, with trembling hands, she pulled open the drawer and took out a box of unopened condoms.
The juices dripped everywhere as he pounded into her. Her whole body shaking, it was extremely difficult to tear the packaging. She finally managed to tear one open and hand it to him, but he told her to hold it first, a wicked smile on his face. "Shall we walk a few more rounds?"
Zhao Yu knew he was laughing at how much more sensitive her body was when he carried her like this, moving while still inside her.
Zhao Yu was just about to retort when the office door was suddenly pushed open. A dark figure appeared in their line of sight without any warning.
For a few seconds, the entire office was deathly silent, as if time had suddenly stopped passing.
Reacting, Zhao Yu screamed. Xue Zi'ang cursed under his breath and turned around, putting his back to the door, using his own body to shield her nakedness.
And the man at the door said nothing. He quickly turned and exited, pulling the door shut.
Zhao Yu had seen clearly. The one who came was Xue Zhan.
She knew Xue Zhan would be returning to headquarters these few days, but she really hadn't expected her first meeting with that man would be under such circumstances.
Not only had he seen her completely naked, but he had likely even seen Xue Zi'ang's thing still buried inside her, her hole dripping with fluids.
Of course, she felt no shyness, nor did she find it shameful.
If this scene had made Xue Zhan hard, if that man could become interested in her body, she would instead be quite satisfied.
But she also knew this was impossible.
As a normal man, seeing such a stimulating scene might cause a physiological reaction, but at most, it would be limited to that.
After all, this was Xue Zhan.
A thirty-three-year-old man who had long since seen all kinds of women, who single-mindedly devoted himself to his career to achieve his current status—Xue Zhan wouldn't be that shallow.
Of course, the character Zhao Yu was currently portraying would definitely care.
Being seen completely naked by a third man while having sex with a man—any normal woman would mind that.
So she burst out crying with a "wah," heart-wrenching and seemingly inconsolable.
Xue Zi'ang panicked. Regardless of how painfully erect his shaft was, he quickly pulled out of her, carried her to the sofa and sat her down, grabbed a blanket to cover her naked body, and pulled tissues to wipe her tears.
Zhao Yu sobbed for a long time before looking at him brokenly. "Who is he? Why did he just come in without knocking?"
Xue Zi'ang rubbed his hair in frustration. "My uncle, the General Manager of Huajin. He's also... your top-level superior. He usually doesn't knock when entering my office. I don't normally do this kind of thing in the office."
Zhao Yu glared at him while crying. "So why did you do it today?"
Xue Zi'ang was silent.
Zhao Yu cried quietly for a while, then asked, "Did you and Ye Zi... not do it in the office?"
Actually, when handing over work, she had probed her predecessor. The former assistant said Xue Zi'ang and Ye Zi's relationship wasn't as good as the outside world claimed, at least didn't seem like one where they'd had relations.
As expected, Xue Zi'ang looked up at her. "I never touched her."
A smile surfaced in Zhao Yu's eyes. "Really? But people said..."
"I don't touch people from the company. Mixing public and private matters is troublesome."
"Then you and I..."
"You're the exception."
After he said this sentence, Zhao Yu was completely stunned.
It seemed like surprise, like shyness, but slowly it returned to that same confused and melancholy look from before.
She forced a wry smile, turned her head away from him, and just said quietly, "Could you please... help me get my clothes."
Xue Zi'ang heard it very clearly. It was the formal you, not the familiar you. Such a slight difference, but it created a vast distance.
His lips moved, wanting to speak but stopping himself. In the end, he could only silently walk to the door, pick up the clothes scattered on the floor, and hand them to her.
Zhao Yu quickly got dressed, avoiding his gaze. "I'd like... to take two days off, to rest at home."
"Okay."
Comments
Post a Comment