"I am willing to do it, I want to do it, and I will learn to be your ’suitable partner’." She spoke softly. If she could see her own face, she knew it must be crimson. She spoke with such shame, such humility, yet with such determination. She was determined to take that step with Mr. Lu. She simply didn’t believe that being "Mr. Lu’s subordinate" would gain her more than being "Mr. Lu’s woman." Moreover, if she couldn’t use her appearance and body to give herself heavy bargaining chips in this completely unequal exchange, she considered it a huge waste. Are those who flatter their bosses against their conscience, blowing their own horns and betraying their souls more noble than the little lovers being abused by the boss? Is following a mediocre boss, wasting one’s own time, more worthwhile than having a more capable boss misuse my body? Li Tong has never believed in such self-deceptive white-collar nonsensical talk. This is my body, my breasts, my hips, my private parts... my chastity, my dignity, my personality... I will decide how to use them myself. Of course, I’m prepared to offer them up, but not only must the price be right, the key recipient must be right too. If I miss this man, I will never have a better opportunity in my life... Mr. Lu indeed laughed, seeming very satisfied with her answer. Maybe he noticed her youthful embarrassment, or perhaps he was truly a bit tired and needed to "relax a bit." He said nothing more but supported Li Tong’s nearly collapsing body onto the chair, slightly turning it to face himself, making an inviting gesture and expression. "Here?" Although Li Tong had proactively expressed her affection and desire, she thought Mr. Lu would take her downstairs to open a room. With the financial strength of Mr. Lu that she knew, that room would always be a top-notch five-star hotel suite in the city, or Mr. Lu’s home, the single apartment that Li Tong often tidied up neatly. But Mr. Lu sat down openly, implying here? Here in the office... Li Tong didn’t voice it out but was tangled up nervously in her mind. Yet a strange stimulation and taboo also stirred her heart, and she instantly understood the unique satisfaction and pleasure in such an environment. Since she was his subordinate at work, she ought to offer everything in the work environment. During the day bustling, now quiet office, each seat seemed to hold those uncles and aunties, seniors and juniors, yet now only belonged to two people. Thanks to the Wannian Group’s investment placing the headquarters in such an upscale office tower, and on the 17th floor. The starry sky above sparkled, the Milky Way crossing the city’s shining lights; overlooking the busy demeanor below, the evening-lit He Xi sparkled like a dazzling diamond, every corner glistening brightly. Is there a more romantic, more stimulating environment? At the moment, she felt even more embarrassed, even though everything was her initiative. However, really at this moment, she still couldn’t suppress the innate purity and modesty of a girl, and inadvertently lowered her head, blushing, muttering: "I... I’m not that kind of easy girl... I don’t quite know how to do it... If I do it wrong, don’t blame me..." After thinking for a moment, she added: "Will you teach me?" She regretted it as soon as she said it, worried it might make her seem too pretentious. But she soon didn’t feel regret because she quickly realized the words came from her heart, and men surely liked it. Don’t all men like women to be pure, flawless, even frigid, yet in front of them, being wanton, submissive, allowing themselves to be ravished and vented? She believed these words would be effective. Sure enough, Mr. Lu nodded, and couldn’t help comforting her like a little sister, gently stroking her hair, weaving his fingers through the strands, slowly massaging down as if combing, caressing against her spine: "It’s okay... Learn slowly...", as if instructing her in making an English speech draft a few days ago. But his hand had already traced over her spine, seemingly hooked against the strap of her bra, then downward, caressing her waist hollow. Her body seemed small and helpless encircled by his arm, Li Tong leaned forward arduously yet subconsciously, almost cheek to cheek collapsing feebly onto Mr. Lu’s body. The sliding of her body naturally placed her hips into Mr. Lu’s hand. Mr. Lu’s palm naturally climbed onto her thighs under the trousers, appearing more round, more silky. Latest content published on novel{f}ire.net It truly felt peculiar to be touched by a man on the buttocks. It’s not as direct and theme-driven as when a man attacks your sexual traits, but it’s always different from caressing other parts of your body, still carrying strong nuances of playfulness and lust. Li Tong seemed to feel Mr. Lu through her trousers "rustling" caressing her buttocks, as if regulating her body’s rhythm, drawing and exploring the secrets from the rare voluptuous and plumpness of her delicate body. She needed Mr. Lu’s caress, the encouragement from playful teasing; she needed the stimulation transmitted from the buttocks when being touched by a man. Because she was lying on Mr. Lu’s body but didn’t have enough sexual experience to support what she needed to do: proactively, to cater to Mr. Lu, even proactively, to serve Mr. Lu, achieving the effect she just blurted out to "make Mr. Lu relax." She was after all just an inexperienced girl, needing some encouragement, needing some provocation to immerse herself in a more chaotic and bewildered world, shielding off modesty and embarrassment, to do what she was supposed to do.