"Hmph, go and sort things out with Bode Pharmaceuticals. Before the leukemia drug comes out, make a killing." Huang Meng knew this wasn't right, but what did it have to do with him? He was just the mastermind; someone else would take the blame.
"Understood, I'll do it right now," Gong Xin said respectfully, taking a few steps back before turning around, acting as humble as ever.
Meanwhile, Fang Shuiling started putting on her makeup. She planned to see Zhao An today. Time was of the essence; she'd already been stood up for so long, and she was getting impatient. If she didn't go see Zhao An soon, she wouldn't even have a place left.
Fang Shuiling didn't realize that the reason he hadn't had time to pay attention to her before was entirely because Zhao An was having too much fun, having taken in over thirty beautiful female colleagues, and was currently indulging in debauchery in the office, busy impregnating women. He didn't have time for her; there were plenty of women, why bother with one that required time to conquer?
When Fang Shuiling arrived at the building, things were still being moved.
She was confused. What was going on? She found a nearby employee. "Excuse me, what are you doing?"
"Our office address has changed. If you need anything, you can make an appointment on the website," the receptionist replied with a smile. No one knew that she had a silicone rod inserted into her vagina to block the vaginal opening and prevent semen from flowing back out.
"Is your boss here or at the new office? Can you tell me the new office location?" Fang Shuiling was annoyed. Why wasn't she told about such a big thing?
Meanwhile, in a newly built building, drones were being used for decoration, installing stickers.
On the office floors, attractive female employees, naked except for ten-centimeter high heels, knelt on soft mats on the floor, their buttocks raised. Rows of them knelt, while Zhao An violently thrust into them from behind. Among them were employees and livestreamers.
Zhao An grabbed their buttocks and began to fuck them, deeply inserting his penis into the female employees' vaginas, committing such an obscene act in broad daylight.
The women's moans filled the room, accompanied by the sounds of violent collisions. Zhao An would fuck each woman a few dozen times before pulling out and moving on to another. He went back and forth, turning around to fuck the women behind him; there was another row behind him, all with their buttocks facing him, their private vaginas exposed to him.
Some had thick pubic hair, some had sparse pubic hair, and there were only two women with white pubic hair. Most of them had their pubic hair shaved off, making it easier for Zhao An to enjoy them. Their toes were meticulously maintained, with purple manicures, appearing mysterious and seductive, much more alluring than bright red manicures—one overtly seductive, the other subtly seductive.
Slap slap! Bronze-colored buttocks pressed against plump, white buttocks, undulating, and between the two, a large, veiny penis could often be seen, faintly visible. Each time the penis was withdrawn, it was covered in thick, white vaginal fluid, and the area around the mons pubis was covered in sticky white foam—clearly the fluid secreted when a woman is aroused! The two purplish-black labia exaggeratedly gripped the thick, long penis, creating a striking visual contrast between the black shaft and the plump, white buttocks!
Holding nude parties in the office—this kind of play was becoming increasingly unrestrained. The first time, it made my heart race, but after that, it became commonplace. It was exciting, it was exhilarating, this was how it should be done, these sluts should all be fucked, impregnated!
The phone rang. Zhao An snapped his fingers, and the phone floated in mid-air—a surprising move. The female employees looked at him with adoring eyes, their gazes filled not only with desire but also with love, affection, and a kind of idol worship. They were completely devoted to Zhao An, because they had all been conquered by him; calling them his personal sex slaves wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Among them were recent female college graduates and urban women who had been working for a while. There were newlywed wives and mature women with school-aged children. Age didn't matter; what mattered was that they were all beautiful, making the encounters more exciting. Especially the thought of other men's wives yearning for him, obediently arching their backsides like bitches waiting to mate—the image was too alluring.
"What is it?" Zhao An grabbed the woman's buttocks with one hand, while caressing her breasts, and began thrusting forcefully. The sounds of flesh colliding were clearly audible through the phone. Having sex over the phone was commonplace; it always brought a touch of transgressive thrill.
With a powerful thrust of his hips, his glans pierced through the incredibly tight entrance of her honeyed orifice, entering the smooth, fiery vagina. He immediately felt layers of flesh gripping his penis tightly, biting and releasing against the glans. His penis felt as if the tightly closed, tender flesh was being slowly stretched open, the flesh sucking and gripping it from all sides. Intense, tingling pleasure surged from the glans, making every pore on his body open up!
"Mmm!" The female employee couldn't help but groan softly, her small hands, painted with purple nail polish, gripping the silicone pad tightly. She almost cried out, but knew her boss was on the phone, so she suppressed it.
The female employees around her all had incredibly flushed faces; such reactions only occurred after reaching orgasm. Although it was shameful, they were all in the same boat, so the shyness was okay. After a few more times, this feeling would disappear. A layer of white, viscous foam had accumulated at the vaginal opening; only unprotected sex reaching orgasm would produce such a substance.
"It's me, Zhao An. Are you trying to play around and then abandon me?" Fang Shuiling was annoyed. She had practically offered herself up for sex; how could he move companies without even informing her?
"You're still Huang Meng's wife, not mine. Alright, my cousin is going home anyway, I'll have her take you back. I'll give you a good time tonight when I have time. Go home and wait." Zhao An hung up the phone, tossed it aside, and began thrusting forcefully into the female employee's buttocks. His breathing became increasingly rapid, and he was about to ejaculate. "Squeeze tighter, I'm going to cum!"
"Ah...so big...husband...ah...you're so strong...I'm going to be fucked to death...it's too big...ah...I'm going to be ruined...husband...you're so good at fucking...ah...husband, I love you!" The female employee immediately let out a seductive moan, her tone full of flattery, no different from the prostitutes in those clubs.