The next day, while everyone else went to work, the female employees who had worked all night dragged their exhausted bodies back to their apartments to sleep. They had been taken turns being fucked the night before. Even with over thirty women, their genitals were swollen and red from being fucked. Zhao An was too vigorous; there was no time limit, and a woman could be fucked for a long time.
Most of them couldn't take it for more than ten minutes. Occasionally, some older, more experienced mature women could last a little longer, but only about twenty minutes, and they too would beg for mercy when the time was up.
Clutching their swollen bellies, the female employees returned to their apartments to rest, feeling both excited and ashamed. It was hard to say whether this could be considered group prostitution; so many people serving their boss, Zhao An, naked and facing each other, gave off a feeling of orgiest debauchery.
"Hehe, Sister Lan is forty years old, and she's still so slutty."
"That Xiaoqian is slutty too, calling everyone 'brother' and 'daddy' like that, what a slut."
"You're no better yourself, aren't you? You even offered to let the boss use connections!"
They were all chatting away, but they still needed to rest. After waking up today, they were going to the beauty salon for treatments. They'd get manicures, cuticle removal, and so on, making themselves look pretty. Each of them had also been given some fertility supplements to increase their chances of getting pregnant.
Furthermore, Zhao Fei had told them individually that if they could bring someone over, they'd get a 300,000 yuan reward, but the person had to be from a clean family, a pure and innocent girl, or a young woman. Age didn't matter, from eighteen to fifty, as long as they were good-looking and had a good temperament.
This was blatant pimping, but the female employees who had already boarded the ship didn't object. Firstly, they'd had a great time being fucked last night, and secondly, they'd succumbed to reality. Being someone's mistress is better than being someone's wife; all you have to do is be used, and you get a house and a car.
For the past few days, both Huang Meng and Fang Shuiling have been contacting Zhao An, but Zhao An has been busy dealing with them, repeatedly postponing their meetings.
Fang Shuiling was somewhat suspicious, but she quickly confirmed the money Huang Meng had given her before going shopping with some friends to look at clothes, including some sexy lingerie and stockings. She and Zhao An had a brief affair, though it was through back channels, not intimacy.
She needed to dress up nicely and then go to Huang Meng's place, to show him how his beautiful, sexy wife climbed into her enemy's bed, offering him her perfect peach-shaped buttocks, filling her virgin womb with his semen, and bearing his illegitimate child!
This thought thrilled Fang Shuiling. She truly loathed Huang Meng; she hated him so much that he had her first love killed—a hatred she would never forget. "What on earth is Zhao An up to now!" Huang Meng slammed his fist on the table in anger. He'd never been so unlucky; he was always the one asking for favors, never the other way around.
"He's actually researching something. His last invention, the self-balancing scooter, sold incredibly well, conservatively estimated at five billion. He's already found distributors in Europe and America. He's making a fortune!" Gong Xin said, bowing his head, filled with admiration for Zhao An.
Ordinary people only see Zhao An having fun, playing games, and chasing women. But he just keeps pulling out inventions—that's how amazing he is. There's nothing you can do about it. Comparison is the thief of joy. That's what genius is—that's the difference between ordinary people and geniuses. Others play games, you play games too, but others get a hundred, you fail—how can that not be infuriating!
"Damn it, what is that beast doing?" Huang Meng had no idea what male pleasure was. As a eunuch, he couldn't understand what Zhao An was doing at all.
In reality, Zhao An was running an open-air party. The entire floor's glass was covered with high-tech stickers, displaying fixed images. The reality inside was a plethora of beautiful female employees, either naked or wearing easily removable clothing like bikinis.
Sometimes, a female accountant would be calculating when Zhao An would suddenly pin her to the desk and brutally rape her from behind. This sudden onslaught, initially causing discomfort, had become enjoyable within a single day.
This depraved idea was truly ingenious. Turning the company into a brothel was just the first step. After moving to the new office, most floors would be like this. People would work in swimsuits and bikinis, while the core departments would work naked, readily satisfying his lust.
And he wouldn't use condoms, always ejaculating inside, reducing the hassle of makeup smudges from facial ejaculation. Simply plugging the vaginal opening would keep the semen inside, prolonging its time and increasing the chances of pregnancy.
After all, pregnancy offers more and better benefits, and many female employees are eager to get pregnant.
Capital is the source of Zhao An's arrogance; money means he can manipulate all kinds of women—wives, young girls—they are all his sex slaves, his meat toy, and his reproductive tools.
Huang Meng, however, is clearly unaware of this and has no idea what Zhao An is busy with. He only wonders if Zhao An is developing some high-tech again.
"Young Master Meng, I will try to schedule a time with Zhao An as soon as possible, but even if I do, he might not show up," Gong Xin added.
"Damn it, who does he think he is!" Huang Meng slammed his fist on the table. If he knew that he had become a eunuch because of Zhao An's behind-the-scenes manipulation, he might have gone to fight Zhao An to the death right now.
But the truth will never be known to him. To die knowing the truth? No, to die with regrets—that would be the greatest punishment for him.
Gong Xin lowered his head and remained silent. From the moment of the betrayal, he had felt increasingly dissatisfied with Huang Meng. Even with his dissatisfaction, he remained extremely respectful to Huang Meng, showing no sign of rebellion.
After a long while, Huang Meng calmed down somewhat. "Did that bitch Fang Shuiling go to see Zhao An?"
It was truly strange for a husband to ask his subordinate if his wife had been unfaithful.
Gong Xin felt increasingly contemptuous, but lowered his head and said, "I don't know. She's the young mistress; I dare not send anyone to monitor her."