The Disappearing Colleague and the Strange Woman

Approaching thirty, Lu Zeduan pushed up his glasses, the code flashing on the screen reflected on his slightly tired face. As a long-time employee of this tech company, he had long been accustomed to the monotonous daily life—until Chen Qi appeared a year ago.

Chen Qi, this kid, said he dropped out of college to make his way in the world. He had short, chestnut-colored hair, a black earring in his right ear, and always spoke with a slightly unruly tone. When he first arrived, not many people in the department liked him, thinking he was too "street-smart" and didn't know the rules. But Lu Zeduan could see that there was a straightforwardness and sincerity unique to young people hidden in his eyes.

In the company's break room, Chen Qi pushed a freshly brewed instant coffee in front of Lu Zeduan: "Brother Lu, I messed up that report again yesterday, and my supervisor almost yelled at me to ****."

"Didn't you look at the flowchart again?" Lu Zeduan took the coffee, his tone helpless.

"I looked at it, but those rules and regulations were too rigid." Chen Qi scratched his head and grinned. "If it weren't for Brother Lu helping me revise it, I would have been fired long ago."

Such conversations happened almost every week. Lu Zeduan had gotten used to cleaning up the messes Chen Qi left behind when he worked overtime late at night. In return, Chen Qi would always rush to bring him lunch during his lunch break, or chat with him casually by his workstation when he worked too late.

This delicate balance lasted for a full year.

Lin Wei arrived three months ago.

The company partitioned off the southeast corner of the third floor, creating a relatively independent space enclosed by a semi-transparent frosted glass wall. Lu Zeduan, Chen Qi, and the newcomer Lin Wei were assigned to this area. The HR department only mentioned "for project collaboration" in their notification, but Lu Zeduan knew in his heart that this arrangement was strange.

Lin Wei looked to be no more than twenty-two or twenty-three years old. She wore the latest season's dress, carried a limited-edition handbag from a luxury brand, and walked into the office at 9:30 every day, half an hour later than the other employees. Besides a pink laptop, her workstation was filled with various exquisite trinkets and sets of cosmetics.

Lu Zeduan had privately inquired about the specific responsibilities of his department head, Lin Wei. The head of the department looked evasive and only said that she was "the manager responsible for maintaining relationships with major clients," before abruptly ending the conversation.

But the daily work of this "manager" is really puzzling.

Every morning, Lin Wei would sit at her workstation and make phone calls, her voice so sweet it could drip honey:

"Oh dear, that French restaurant last night was really good, but the foie gras the chef recommended was a bit too rich... Oh yeah, my dad also said he'd take me to try another place next time..."

"Project budget? That? I'll just talk to Mr. Zhang, it's only a few million anyway..."

"The company's new product line? Oh, the one they're releasing next month. I heard it uses a chip..."

Whenever he heard these conversations, Lu Zeduan would subconsciously frown. He looked at Chen Qi opposite him, his young face already filled with impatience.

What's even more unsettling is Lin Wei's attitude. She would casually dump chores like printing documents, making coffee, and even going downstairs to pick up packages onto the two of them, calling it "teamwork." Lu Zeduan mostly did these things silently; having been in the workplace for many years, he had long since learned to remain silent at certain times.

But Chen Qi couldn't do it.

"What makes her so special?" Once, after Lin Wei asked him to buy milk tea from a popular shop three kilometers away, Chen Qi finally lowered his voice and complained to Lu Zeduan, "Does she really think she's a princess?"

"Say less," Lu Zeduan said, typing away without looking up. "Just focus on your own work."

"Brother Lu, you're just too patient." Chen Qi angrily sat back down at his workstation, typing away on his keyboard.

Conflicts accumulate in the shadows, like a balloon that is constantly being inflated.

On Friday afternoon, Lu Zeduan was called away to a project meeting. Before leaving, he specifically told Chen Qi, "I'll be back in about two hours. Leave anything else for me to handle."

Chen Qi was staring at the screen at the time and gave a muffled "hmm".

Halfway through the meeting, Lu Zeduan's right eyelid twitched a few times. He instinctively reached for his phone, but there were no new messages. An unease, however, crept in like vines.

Two hours later, when he returned to the third floor, the office area in the southeast corner was empty.

On Lin Wei's workstation, the expensive serum lay spilled on the table, the pale golden liquid slowly dripping down the edge. Chen Qi's keyboard was askew, his chair pushed far from his workstation, as if someone had suddenly stood up and knocked it over.

Lu Zeduan's heart sank.

He tried to contact Chen Qi, but his WeChat messages went unanswered, and the phone always answered "The user you dialed is currently unavailable." He naturally didn't have Lin Wei's number, and when he asked the HR department, the vague reply was "temporary fieldwork."

For the next three days, neither Chen Qi nor Lin Wei showed up.

Lu Zeduan visited almost every department in the company, but received the same answers every time: "I don't know," "He might be on leave," "The boss didn't tell him." On the afternoon of the third day, as he hesitated about whether to call the police, his phone finally vibrated.

It was Chen Qi's WeChat message.

"Brother Lu, don't worry. I've prepared a surprise; you'll find out tomorrow."

The short line of text eased Lu Zeduan's tension, which had been building for days. He replied, "It's good that you're alright. What happened?"

There was no response.

The next morning, Lu Zeduan arrived at the company half an hour early. The empty office area was filled only with the sound of his breathing. He sat down at his workstation, but his eyes unconsciously drifted towards the door.

At exactly nine o'clock, footsteps could be heard outside the door.

It wasn't just one person, but several, with varying degrees of footsteps.

The doorknob turned.

Lu Zeduan looked up and watched as the frosted glass door was slowly pushed open—

Lin Wei walked in. She looked different today—still wearing the same well-tailored business suit, a light gray blazer, and a white silk blouse underneath. But the top two buttons of the blouse were undone, revealing a glimpse of her fair neck and the faint outline of her collarbone. Further down, the blouse stretched taut at the chest, the fabric outlining an undeniable fullness that swayed slightly with her steps.

Lu Zeduan's gaze unconsciously shifted downwards for a moment, then he **** himself to look away. He noticed Lin Wei's legs—legs that were usually hidden by trousers or knee-length skirts, but today they were encased in ultra-thin stockings that blended almost seamlessly with her skin tone, gleaming delicately under the office lights. The edges of the stockings disappeared midway down her thighs, perfectly concealed by the hem of her skirt, leaving an alluring blank space.

But the person following behind Lin Wei instantly brought Lu Zeduan to his senses.

The company's HR Director, Manager Wang, the Technical Department Head, Director Liu, and two or three other senior executives whom Lu Zeduan had only met at the year-end meeting, surrounded Lin Wei like stars around the moon. Manager Wang wore a professional smile, while Director Liu nodded and agreed from time to time.

"Oh, Weiwei, are you satisfied with this office? Let me know if you need any adjustments." Manager Wang's voice was clearly ingratiating.

"Keep it simple." Lin Wei's voice was still sweet and gentle, but it inexplicably carried an air of unquestionable authority. She stopped in front of her workstation, casually placing her expensive handbag on the table with a smooth and natural movement.

At this moment, Manager Wang seemed to notice the other person in the office. He turned to Lu Zeduan, his smile fading and replaced with a formulaic expression.

"Xiao Lu, it's good that you're here." Manager Wang cleared his throat. "Regarding Chen Qi's situation, the company has made a decision. He had a physical altercation with a colleague in the workplace, which had an extremely negative impact and seriously violated company rules and regulations. Therefore, the company has decided to dismiss him, and the resignation procedures were completed yesterday."

"Fire him?" Lu Zeduan suddenly stood up. "Manager Wang, isn't there some misunderstanding? Chen Qi—"

“There’s no misunderstanding,” Director Liu interrupted him, his tone serious. “There’s CCTV footage and other colleagues who can testify. It’s a fact that Chen Qixian pushed Manager Lin. The company’s decision is in accordance with the law.”

Lu Zeduan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was silenced by Manager Wang's next words.

"Furthermore, considering your consistently stable work performance, the company has decided to adjust your position." Manager Wang adjusted his glasses. "Starting today, you will be transferred to the Major Accounts Relations Department, which is managed by Manager Lin. Your main tasks will be assisting Manager Lin with daily tasks and providing technical support. For the foreseeable future, this office will be used only by the two of you to facilitate better... collaboration."

After Manager Wang finished speaking, he turned to Lin Wei, his face once again beaming with a smile: "Manager Lin, do you think this arrangement is appropriate? If Xiao Lu does anything wrong, please let me know anytime, and we will definitely—"

"Alright, alright, you can all get out." Lin Wei suddenly waved her hand impatiently, interrupting Manager Wang. "I'm with Lu... Lu Zeduan, right? I have work to hand over, so don't get in my way."

Her tone was exactly the same as when she usually ordered Chen Qi around—that matter-of-fact, slightly spoiled commanding tone. But the way she spoke it now caused the expressions of several high-ranking officials to change slightly.

Manager Wang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled apologetically and said, "Alright, alright, let's go out first. Manager Lin, please let us know if you need anything."

The group quickly left the office. As Director Liu, who was leaving last, closed the door, he gave Lu Zeduan a complicated look, as if trying to convey something, but the door had already closed gently.

"Click".

The sound of the latch closing was exceptionally clear in the quiet office.

Now, only Lu Zeduan and Lin Wei remain in this space surrounded by semi-transparent glass walls.

Lu Zeduan remained standing there, his mind racing as he processed the information he had just received. Chen Qi had been fired? The procedures were completed yesterday? But he had received a WeChat message from Chen Qi yesterday... What was that surprise that kid was planning to prepare?

"What are you standing there for?" Lin Wei's voice pulled him back to reality.

Lu Zeduan turned his head to look. Lin Wei had already sat down at her workstation, leaning back slightly in her high-backed office chair. Her legs were crossed, her calves, encased in sheer stockings, had smooth lines that gleamed alluringly under the light. At this moment, she was looking at Lu Zeduan with a half-smile, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes flashing with an expression he had never seen before—not the usual empty arrogance, but a gaze that... held amusement and a certain depth.

"You heard what the HR department said," Lin Wei said slowly, tapping her fingers lightly on the table. "From now on, you are my 'assistant,' Lu Zeduan."

She deliberately emphasized the word "assistant," and a subtle smile curved her lips.

“Manager Lin,” Lu Zeduan **** himself to remain calm, “I want to know where Chen Qi is now. If possible, I would like to contact him—”

"Oh, you mean that rude guy?" Lin Wei interrupted him, took out a lipstick from her handbag, and touched up her makeup in front of her phone screen. "He should be... reflecting on his behavior somewhere right now."

She put down her lipstick, turned her head, and her gaze fell directly on Lu Zeduan's face.

"As for you..." Lin Wei stood up, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor. She walked around the workstation and slowly approached Lu Zeduan. "From today onwards, the first lesson you need to learn is—don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't meddle in what you shouldn't meddle in. Understand?"

The distance between them gradually shortened. Lu Zeduan could smell the faint scent of her perfume, see the almost invisible delicate texture of her stockings, and notice that the hem of her shirt had unraveled at some point, revealing a small section of her soft waist.

Lin Wei stopped just half a step away from Lu Zeduan and looked up at him slightly.

“Chen Qi said he had a ‘surprise’ for you.” Her voice suddenly lowered, carrying a strange rhythm. “He did prepare one. But…”

She paused, then her smile deepened.

"I will now 'pass on' this surprise."

Lin Wei's smile froze on her face, and the playfulness and pride in her almond-shaped eyes instantly turned into astonishment.

Lu Zeduan's words were like a bucket of cold water, precisely dousing the ambiguous atmosphere she had carefully created. Her body stiffened slightly for a moment, and her leaning motion stopped—her full curves, which were almost touching Lu Zeduan's face, were now suspended in mid-air, caught in a dilemma.

A few seconds of silence fell over the office.

Lin Wei slowly straightened up, crossed her arms, and squinted as she sized up Lu Zeduan. Her expression became subtle, as if she were reassessing the man before her.

“Interesting.” She uttered three words softly, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

She took a half step back, creating some distance, but didn't return to her workstation. Instead, she leaned against the edge of Lu Zeduan's desk, her left leg slightly bent, revealing the lines of her thigh encased in sheer stockings. The posture still carried a sexual undertone, but her gaze had changed.

“You really are a smart person, just like Chen Qi said.” Lin Wei tilted her head. “However… being too smart isn’t always a good thing.”

“I just want to know where Chen Qi is,” Lu Zeduan repeated, his tone calm but firm. “Since you say you were sent by him to deliver a surprise, then just tell me.”

Lin Wei stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed. This laugh was different from the deliberately unrestrained laugh she had given earlier; it was lower and carried a complex meaning.

"Alright, alright." She waved her hand, as if giving up. "Since you insist... then I won't beat around the bush."

She straightened up, her hands hanging naturally at her sides. Then, she did something that surprised Lu Zeduan—

She raised her right hand and slowly unbuttoned the only button on her suit jacket. Her movements were deliberate and practiced, her fingertips moving with a strange rhythm as they traced the fabric. The suit jacket opened, revealing a tightly taut white shirt underneath.

"Brother Lu," Lin Wei said, her voice changing.

That was no longer Lin Wei's usual sweet, delicate voice. Although the voice was still feminine, the tone, intonation, and word choice had unexpectedly taken on a style that Lu Zeduan knew all too well—

It was the stubborn yet loyal tone Chen Qi used every time he called him "Brother Lu." It was the young man who would scratch his head in frustration when a program malfunctioned, and the little follower who would always cheerfully hand him milk tea during lunch break.

"Kid?" Lu Zeduan blurted out, but immediately realized something was wrong.

Lin Wei—or rather, the entity controlling Lin Wei's body at this moment—grimaced. That smile wasn't Lin Wei's usual affected sweetness, but rather Chen Qi's signature roguish yet genuine grin.

"It's me, Brother Lu." She made a face at Lin Wei's, mimicking Chen Qi's expression, her voice a mix of feminine and masculine tones. "Surprised?"

Lu Zeduan's mind went blank with a "buzz".

He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before him—Lin Wei's delicate features, yet now she wore the same expression Chen Qi had adopted. The light in those almond-shaped eyes was no longer the empty arrogance, but the look he had seen in that young man for a whole year: straightforward, sincere, and occasionally a little reckless.

"This...this is impossible..." Lu Zeduan murmured, subconsciously taking a step back and bumping into his office chair.

“I also think it’s impossible, Brother Lu.” Lin Wei—no, Chen Qi—shrugged, her movements still feminine, but her posture revealed Chen Qi’s casualness. “But it happened.”

She—let's just use "she"—walked to the glass wall, her back to Lu Zeduan, and her voice suddenly lowered.

“After you left that day, I had a fight with Lin Wei. She said increasingly hurtful things, saying that someone like me only deserves to stay at the bottom and will never be able to rise to the top.” Her fingers lightly traced the frosted glass. “I couldn’t help myself and pushed her. She fell and hit her head on the corner of the table, bleeding a little.”

Lu Zeduan listened silently, his heart pounding faster and faster.

“Then she made a phone call. It wasn’t security guards who came, but several strange men.” Her voice began to tremble, though she tried to control herself. “They dragged me out of the company and shoved me into a car. The car drove to a riverbank in the suburbs. I heard Lin Wei say on the phone, ‘Make sure it’s cleaned up.’”

She turned around, her smile gone, replaced by a deep sadness and anger.

“I struggled desperately, but I was no match for them. They tied me to stones and threw me into the river.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “In the instant I sank, the jade pendant around my neck—which my grandmother left me before she died—suddenly shattered.”

Lu Zeduan remembered that jade. Chen Qi never parted with it, saying it was his grandmother's only keepsake.

“When the jade shattered, I felt… my body became lighter.” She opened her eyes, looking at her hands with a complicated expression—Lin Wei’s fair and slender hands. “It felt like something was floating out of my body. I watched my body sink, watched those people drive away, but I was floating in mid-air.”

Lu Zeduan wanted to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something.

“I don’t know how long I’ve been floating, maybe a few days, maybe only a few hours. When I regained consciousness, I was already…” She pointed to her chest, “inside. Inside Lin Wei’s body.”

She walked back to her workstation and took a cell phone out of her handbag—it was Chen Qi's phone. The screen was cracked, but it could still be turned on.

“My body sank to the bottom of the river. I had someone pull this out later, but there’s nothing I can do about it.” She put her phone on the table and looked at Lu Zeduan. “I can control this body, but it was very difficult at first. It’s like…like operating an unfamiliar robot.”

She walked up to Lu Zeduan, this time without any deliberate seductive gestures, simply standing calmly.

"It took me three days to familiarize myself with it. How to walk, how to talk, how to..." She paused, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face, "...how to use the toilet, how to take a shower. I also had to imitate her usual mannerisms so that no one would notice anything unusual."

“Yesterday, I finally figured out how to completely control this body.” Her voice suddenly became firm. “Then I did two things. First, I used Lin Wei’s access to retrieve all the files from the HR department—including her real identity and her father’s shareholding percentage in the company. Second, I gave myself… a thorough 'physical examination'.”

When she said "physical examination," her expression turned strange. Lu Zeduan suddenly realized something, and his face changed.

“That’s right.” Chen Qi—or rather, the current “Lin Wei”—nodded and admitted frankly, “I masturbated with this body. Several times. Because I found online that some novels about soul possession say that sexual climax can accelerate the fusion of soul and body, and can also inherit some fragments of the original owner’s memories.”

She spoke in Chen Qi's direct and straightforward manner, uttering the word "masturbation" without hesitation, even using Lin Wei's face and voice.

"It turns out those novels weren't entirely made up," she continued. "After each climax, I would get some fragments of Lin Wei's memories, and my control over this body would become more proficient. Last night, I finally got the key information—her father is one of the company's largest shareholders, but she has a terrible relationship with him. She came to this company only to prove herself, but deep down she still looks down on all the 'ordinary employees'."

Lu Zeduan was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"So today, I'm here." She opened her arms and spun around. "This is the surprise Chen Qi prepared for you, Brother Lu. Your little follower isn't dead, he's just changed his clothes."

She stopped and looked at Lu Zeduan seriously: "Do you believe me now? If you still don't, I can tell you some things that only the two of us know. For example, you secretly eat instant noodles every Wednesday night when you work overtime, and you never put in the seasoning packet; for example, you actually have a crush on Sister Li from the administration department downstairs, but you've never dared to say it; and for example, the project I messed up last month, you actually saved a complete backup of the repair on your own computer, but you didn't tell anyone, wanting me to learn how to handle it myself..."

Lu Zeduan suddenly raised his hand: "That's enough."

His voice was hoarse, and he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of him with a complicated expression.

A long silence fell over the office. Sunlight streamed through the semi-transparent glass wall, casting blurry shadows on the two people inside.

"So now..." Lu Zeduan finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "What do you plan to do?"

Lin Wei—let's call her that for now—tilted her head, her face displaying an expression that blended Chen Qi's roguishness with Lin Wei's refined features.

"What should we do?" she repeated, a slow smile playing on her lips. "Of course, I'll avenge myself and also vent my anger for you, Brother Lu."

She walked to the office door and gently locked it.

“Now that ‘Lin Wei’ is the company’s heiress, and she has ‘just fired an annoying subordinate’,” her tone became subtle, “then naturally she can exercise her privileges and do some things…whatever she wants to do.”

She turned to face Lu Zeduan, her eyes shining with an astonishing brightness.

"For example, take good care of those who used to bully you—including those leaders who are now bowing and scraping to me."

She paused, then her smile deepened.

"Of course, before that, Brother Lu, as your new 'boss,' I think we need to have a proper 'communication' about the work content. After all..."

Her fingertips lightly traced the skin beneath her collarbone, leaving faint red marks.

"I'm still learning how sensitive this body is. Perhaps you could... help me get used to it?"

When Lu Zeduan's hand was grasped by that soft yet irresistibly strong hand, he froze.

His fingertips touched the smooth, silky fabric of the shirt, but the soft yet surprisingly elastic texture beneath it instantly left his mind blank. The full curves distorted slightly in his palm, and he could even feel the warmth emanating from beneath the fabric.

"Chen—!" He wanted to call out that name, but the sound got stuck in his throat.

"Shh..." The red lips that belonged to Lin Wei, but now reflected Chen Qi's gaze, made a shushing gesture. She took his hand and gently pressed it twice more on the soft surface, the angle tricky and skillful, as if guiding him to feel every difference in the touch of this unfamiliar body.

Lu Zeduan's face flushed crimson instantly. He tried to pull his hand back, but found his arm was immobilized as if under a spell. No, it wasn't a spell; rather, every cell in his body was violently torn between resistance and submission.

"Can you feel it, Brother Lu?" Her voice was low, with a strange mix—Lin Wei's sweet tone, yet with the slightly boastful tone Chen Qi used when whispering, "It's completely different from a man's body..."

Before Lu Zeduan could process those words, the guiding hand released his wrist, grabbed his palm, and slid down.

Her fingertips traced along her slender waist, across the hips of the elegant gray suit skirt, and then touched the ultra-thin stockings that almost blended into her skin.

Lu Zeduan gasped.

The stockings felt incredibly smooth, like a second skin, yet with a slight roughness from the fabric. His palm was pressed against them, sliding upwards along the beautifully curved lines of her calves. He could feel the slight trembling of the muscles beneath the fabric, and her body heat seeping through the thin stockings into his palm, growing warmer and warmer.

“I just bought this yesterday,” she said softly, her breathing a little rapid. “The original owner… well, it was me. 'I' had never worn anything like this before. Now I know why some people like it…”

Her hand had already slid down to the mid-thigh, to the edge of the skirt. A little higher, and there was the area tightly protected by the tight-fitting bodycon skirt.

At this critical moment, Lu Zeduan's rationality was suddenly awakened. He used all his strength to almost violently pull his hand back, staggering back two steps before crashing into the desk with a dull thud.

"Enough!" He gasped for breath, his face still flushed, but his eyes had regained their clarity. "I...I believe you! Chen Qi, I believe it's you!"

His hands were still trembling slightly, and the lingering sensation in his palms and fingertips sent jolts through him like electric currents.

Lin Wei, who was standing still, was stunned for a moment. Then a trace of annoyance flashed across her face, but it was quickly replaced by another complex expression—surprise, relief, and a faint sense of pride that Lu Zeduan recognized from Chen Qi, the kind of "I knew you would do this" look.

Her flushed cheeks hadn't completely faded, and her chest rose and fell with her slightly erratic breathing. The top button of her white shirt had somehow come undone, revealing a patch of delicate skin and the edge of her black lace lingerie.

But her eyes had calmed down.

“…Okay.” She said softly, raising her hand to tuck her slightly damp hair behind her ear, the movement still carrying a woman’s elegance, but lacking the deliberate coquettishness, “I’m sorry, Brother Lu. I…was a little too hasty.”

She took a few steps back, creating some distance and giving Lu Zeduan some breathing space.

“I just wanted to prove… to let you see with your own eyes, to feel with your own hands, that this is indeed me.” She lowered her head, looking at her hands that belonged to Lin Wei. “From yesterday until now, I’ve been so excited. I didn’t die, I still have a chance… I even have this body, this identity, and I can do things I never dared to imagine before.”

She looked up and revealed a smile that truly belonged to Chen Qi—sincere, a little silly, and thankful to have survived a disaster.

“But you are still you, Brother Lu,” she said. “You will always be the kind person who will quietly clean up the mess after I get into trouble.”

Lu Zeduan leaned against the edge of the table, took a few deep breaths, and finally steadied his heartbeat and breathing. He looked at the person in front of him—no, this being—and his feelings were indescribably complicated.

“I need… some time,” he finally said, his voice calmer than expected. “This is all so sudden, I need to process this.”

"Lin Wei"—who can now use this body freely—nodded, her expression becoming serious.

“Of course.” She turned and walked naturally to Lin Wei’s luxurious workstation, as if the ambiguous tug-of-war just now had never happened. “Take your time to process this. I need to too…”

She blinked, then suddenly smiled mischievously: "How about getting familiar with the layout of the new office? After all, here, 'I'm in charge."

She began tidying the desk that had previously been piled high with luxury goods and cosmetics. With practiced ease, she rearranged the small ornaments, placed the makeup bag in the bottom drawer, and straightened the pink laptop. She even pulled out a black company-issued notebook from the drawer and carefully placed it on the desk.

Lu Zeduan watched her quietly. It was still Lin Wei's body, wearing that unbuttoned shirt and alluring stockings, doing simple tidying up, but the rhythm and strength of every movement, even the habitual pause when picking up items, all reminded him of Chen Qi.

That straightforward, somewhat impulsive young man, who tends to talk a lot when excited, is now trapped in a completely unfamiliar and beautiful body.

Is this a lucky thing, or a more profound tragedy?

Lu Zeduan was unaware. All he knew was that from this day forward, the world he knew had completely changed.

The office door remained locked, and through the semi-transparent glass wall, passersby could only see blurry figures bustling about.

No one knew that on this seemingly ordinary weekday morning, in this small office, a story of a soul finding its home was just beginning.

Lu Zeduan **** himself to turn his gaze back to the computer screen. In the blue program editor window, lines of code were quietly arranged, but he couldn't read a single word.

He stared at the flashing cursor, his mind replaying every frame of the scene like a movie—

The warm, soft touch. The amazing elasticity under the palm. The incredibly delicate texture as it glides over the stockings. The warmth of body heat transmitted through the thin fabric.

And then there was the completely nonchalant tone in which she spoke of "masturbation." With Lin Wei's delicate and beautiful face, with Lin Wei's sweet and coquettish voice, she said, "I masturbated with this body. Several times."

Lu Zeduan's Adam's apple bobbed. He swallowed hard, his fingers resting on the keyboard, but he was too stiff to press a single key.

He remembered those hands—Lin Wei's hands, fair and slender, with neatly trimmed nails painted a nude pink. Those hands had once casually directed him and Chen Qi to do this and that, but now they belonged to...to Chen Qi.

He's the kind of young person who would complain to him about how bad the takeout was, yawn while working overtime late into the night, and get frustrated and pull his hair when a program wouldn't run.

And at that moment, those hands touched...

Lu Zeduan abruptly closed his eyes. No, he couldn't think about it anymore.

He took a deep breath, reopened his eyes, and **** himself to stare at the screen. His fingers finally moved, typing a comment. Then another. The mechanical movements were like performing some kind of ritual to prove he was still working normally.

Calm down. You need to calm down.

He told himself that, but his eyes still moved uncontrollably and very slowly toward the other side of the office.

Then he froze.

The tall green plant that used to sit between the two workstations is gone. Lin Wei moved it in three months ago, saying it was to "purify the air," but its location blocked Lu Zeduan's direct view of Lin Wei's workstation. Now it has been moved to a corner against the wall, replaced by an empty floor and... an unobstructed view.

Lu Zeduan's heart skipped a beat.

From his current angle, he could clearly see Lin Wei—no, he could see the entity currently occupying Lin Wei's body—sitting in her leather office chair, sideways to him.

She sat very upright, both hands on the table, right hand holding the mouse, left hand resting on the edge of the keyboard. She looked like she was carefully reviewing some documents.

But Lu Zeduan's gaze was fixed on her profile.

That face, which used to always wear an air of arrogant self-importance, was now taut. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her rosy lower lip was gently bitten by her pearly teeth, leaving faint teeth marks. Her nostrils twitched slightly, and every breath seemed restrained.

What was most striking were her eyes. Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the monitor, but her gaze was somewhat unfocused, her attention not on the screen. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly with some unknown rhythm, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with a faint, almost imperceptible, blush.

This expression... Lu Zeduan had never seen on Lin Wei's face before. It was less like pain and more like a focused endurance, mixed with an indescribable tension.

There's even something indescribable...cuteness about it?

When the thought popped into his head, Lu Zeduan was startled. But he couldn't deny that, at this moment, after the usual pretense and arrogance had faded from his face, something more real, even ****, was revealed.

As if sensing his gaze, her body suddenly stiffened for a moment. Her fingers gripping the mouse tightened, and her knuckles turned slightly white.

Then, Lu Zeduan saw something that made his blood pressure soar—

Her left hand, the one that had been resting on the edge of the keyboard, slowly, very slowly, slid off the table.

The movements were so gentle they were almost imperceptible, but Lu Zeduan's eyes were fixed on that spot as if they were nailed to it.

The hand disappeared behind the desk.

Lu Zeduan's heart began to pound wildly in his chest. Thump, thump, so loud he suspected the whole office could hear it.

He knew he should immediately look away. He should keep staring at the screen, pretending he saw nothing, letting the invisible barrier between workstations re-establish itself. That would be the rational choice. That's the sense of boundaries an adult should have.

But his body betrayed him.

Lu Zeduan's back hunched slightly, and he slid down the office chair, lowering his head in an extremely awkward posture. His gaze shifted from a horizontal line of sight when he was sitting normally to a downward, peering angle.

The space under the table is completely visible.

Over there, two legs, encased in sheer stockings close to skin tone, were placed side by side. But the posture was subtle—the thighs were tightly pressed together, their muscles clearly visible; while the calves were unusually slightly apart, forming a narrow V-shape.

The expensive high heels were still on her feet, but the heels weren't fully touching the ground; they were just barely touching it. Her entire foot was tense, poised to strike, with the instep arched and the subtle wrinkles of her toes visible beneath the stockings.

Then, Lu Zeduan saw that hand.

The left hand, which had slid off the table, was now reaching into an area completely concealed by the gray pencil skirt. But strangely, the hand didn't slip under the skirt—that movement was too obvious to go unnoticed.

On the contrary, a few fingers of that hand were slipping into the side seam of the skirt in a nimble and ingenious manner.

Lu Zeduan recognized this type of skirt. It had a concealed zipper on the side, extending from the waist to below the hips for easy on and off. At this moment, the gap where the zipper was located was clearly being slightly pried open by some ****.

A few slender, pale fingers were partially visible, their fingertips standing out against the black shirt cuffs. They moved slowly beneath the fabric, their knuckles protruding and settling slightly with each movement, like a silent dance performed beneath the cloth.

What made Lu Zeduan's brain freeze was that the hand did not go inside the stockings.

Because stockings are pantyhose. They cover from the waist down to the toes.

So, that hand was outside the stockings, inside the skirt.

Through that layer of nylon fabric as thin as a cicada's wing...

Lu Zeduan's breathing completely stopped. He remained in that awkward peeping posture, his whole body stiff in the chair, his blood rushing to his head and lower body at the same time, bringing a sense of dizziness and an indescribable heat.

He could even picture the feel—the smooth surface of the stockings, the warmth beneath the fabric, and...

Just then, a very faint, almost inaudible gasp came from the other side of the table.

Lu Zeduan abruptly looked up, sat up straight, and his face flushed crimson. He quickly turned his head, stared intently at his monitor, and began typing wildly on the keyboard, producing a series of meaningless gibberish.

But out of the corner of his eye, he still involuntarily caught that image—

On the other side of the table, Lin Wei's body suddenly trembled violently.

Her back arched suddenly and then relaxed, her head tilted back, exposing her slender, white neck to the air, her Adam's apple—women don't usually have such a prominent Adam's apple, but there was still a swallowing motion there—rolling up and down.

The teeth that had been biting her lower lip loosened, her lips parted slightly, and she sighed silently. That breath seemed to carry warmth, its shape almost tangible in the quiet office air.

Her right hand, which was resting on the mouse, suddenly clenched, her knuckles turning white from the ****. From Lu Zeduan's angle, one could even see the muscle lines on her arm that tensed and relaxed in an instant.

It lasted for about three seconds.

Maybe five seconds.

Time was blurred in that instant.

Then, everything froze.

Her body went limp, and she leaned back in her chair. Her head slowly drooped, and her previously tense shoulders relaxed. Her left hand, which had been hidden under the table, slowly, very slowly, emerged and placed back on the surface.

There seemed to be a very faint sheen of water on her fingers, reflecting slightly under the office overhead light. But she immediately withdrew her hand, took a tissue from the tissue box on the desk, and wiped her fingers a few times discreetly.

She didn't make a sound throughout the entire process.

If Lu Zeduan hadn't witnessed that scene with his own eyes, if he hadn't caught that extremely subtle trembling and panting, he would never have been able to imagine what had happened in that quiet office, in just a minute or two.

Now, "Lin Wei" sat up straight again. She straightened her shirt collar and buttoned back up the top button that had been undone. Then she picked up the mouse, looked at the screen again, her expression focused and serious, as if everything that had just happened was just Lu Zeduan's illusion.

But Lu Zeduan knew it wasn't an illusion.

His heart was still pounding wildly, his palms were sweaty, and he couldn't breathe steadily.

He quietly squeezed his legs together under the table, trying to suppress the uncontrollable heat rising within him.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the office, the being who had just completed a secret self-exploration raised his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

Then, she turned her head, her gaze passing over the empty space between the two workstations, and looked straight at Lu Zeduan.

There was no shame or embarrassment on her face, but rather a strange calmness and a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"Brother Lu," she said, her voice steady and completely normal, "how's work going?"

Lu Zeduan opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't utter a single sound.

**(Lin Wei/Chen Qi's perspective)**

The moment I pulled Lu Zeduan's hand back, I was actually a little disappointed, but I was overwhelmed by a huge, almost overflowing joy.

He was still him. Even though I was in this body, using this…**** method to “prove” myself, he still held back in the end. That familiar restraint and kindness that belonged to Lu Zeduan was like a small but absolutely certain bell tolling deep within my chaotic yet excited consciousness.

He believed it. He really believed it.

This realization almost made me want to jump up and cheer, to rush over and give him a solid hug—in this body. But reason prevailed, and I was a little clearer than before. I saw the flush on his face, the shock in his eyes, and a hint of…confusion I had never seen before when he looked at me (his former body).

I stepped back and returned to my luxurious workstation, which now belonged to "me". My heart was pounding, not from nervousness, but from a surge of mixed feelings of relief, excitement, and some other indescribable emotion.

I started tidying the table. I moved away one by one those exquisite pieces of trash that didn't belong to "me," and that "I" (Chen Qi) had once deeply hated, representing Lin Wei's empty soul. This action calmed me down and made me more clearly aware of the abnormality in this body.

The spot he touched just now... felt like it had been branded with a hot iron, leaving a clear lingering sensation.

It wasn't my own hand, but a woman's soft hand that guided him to my chest. Through my shirt, the pressure wasn't heavy, but it pressed precisely on my softest, most sensitive spot. At that moment, the tingling and throbbing sensation that surged through this unfamiliar body almost made me cry out. The rough fingertips of a man, even just pressing lightly through the fabric, brought a stimulation completely different from touching myself.

And then there was the feeling of his hand brushing against my stockings. The man's warmth, his strength, slid down my calves like an electric current. My skin trembled beneath the stockings, goosebumps rising in layers, only to be smoothly covered by the stockings again. The muscles on the inside of my thighs tensed uncontrollably, and a strange, warm, and empty feeling quietly spread deep within my lower abdomen.

Hold.

I cursed inwardly, unsure whether I was cursing the lingering memories of my original body or this ridiculously sensitive new body.

The desktop was cleared, and the view opened up. I could clearly see him sitting there, head down, staring at the screen, his fingers stiffly tapping on the keyboard. The tips of his ears were still red. His embarrassed yet **** composure earlier... was kind of cute.

This thought made my breath catch in my throat again.

I can't think about him anymore. I need to calm down.

I gripped the mouse, opened the company intranet, and randomly clicked on a report file, trying to focus my attention on those dry, uninteresting numbers. But I couldn't.

The fire within me, ignited by him, only burned hotter and more intensely because of his withdrawal and my restraint. It was as if someone had gently breathed into my ear, and just as I tensed up in anticipation, they walked away nonchalantly, leaving me alone, standing there, tormented by that lingering, unfulfilled longing.

Her legs, encased in stockings, unconsciously rubbed against the chair. The fabric brushed against her skin, causing a slight itch. It was light, yet precise, teasing the spot where his hand had just brushed against her skin.

My heart is beating faster. My throat is a little dry.

I bit my lower lip, trying to distract myself with the pain. It didn't work. The sensation spread like vines from where he had touched me, winding around my waist and creeping deep into my lower abdomen. A warm, sticky wetness began to gather uncontrollably between my legs.

That's really... pathetic.

I took a deep breath, my right hand continued to move the mouse mechanically, my eyes were fixed on the line graph on the screen, but my brain was working at lightning speed.

No, I have to resolve this. Otherwise, I can't talk to him properly, and I can't start our "plan." This body is too troublesome, too easily out of control. Fragmented images of masturbation flashed through my mind—Lin Wei probably rarely did it before, or did it perfunctorily. But "I" know how to do it, theoretically.

And... those previous times were indeed effective. They could calm this restlessness and also sort out more chaotic memories.

But now, he's right there. Just a few meters away from me, with no obstruction between us.

A surge of electricity, a mixture of shame, immorality, and intense stimulation, coursed through my spine. My body contracted sharply, and more warmth welled up, soaking the crotch of my thin stockings.

Damn it. Whatever.

My left hand slowly slid down from the edge of the keyboard. The movement was extremely slow, my eyes still fixed on the screen, using my peripheral vision to check if he was looking at me—he had his head down, seemingly very focused, but his posture was a bit strange.

I can't worry about that now.

My fingers slipped under the table, groping for the invisible zipper on the side of the skirt. I'd noticed it when I put it on this morning; the side slit design of this tight-fitting skirt was simply… for convenience. My fingertips deftly parted the slit, not unzipping the skirt, but just creating a narrow opening, just big enough for a few fingers to slip in sideways.

My fingertips touched the soft lining of the skirt, then the smooth surface of the stockings. Through that almost imperceptible layer of nylon, I could clearly feel the contours of my body—a soft waist, a firm abdomen, and further down…

I held my breath.

Through the stockings, I tentatively pressed down with my finger.

"Ugh...!"

A barely suppressed groan almost escaped my lips, but I bit my lip tightly to stop it. My entire body tensed instantly, as if I were being electrocuted.

Too...too sensitive.

It was completely different from when I was hiding in the room, groping around. Maybe it was because my body was in a state of high excitement after he had aroused me, maybe it was because I knew he was so close, maybe it was because of the **** sense of transgression brought about by this office and this environment... All these factors combined amplified my senses to an unbelievable degree.

Just through the stockings, I gently pressed my fingertips against that already noticeably moist and slightly raised area, and an intense, almost blindingly pleasurable sensation exploded within me. A tingling, numbing sensation erupted from deep within my lower abdomen, shooting up my spine to the back of my head, forcing me to tilt my head back, close my eyes, and clench my teeth tightly.

The mouse creaked in my right hand, my knuckles turning white. My legs were stretched taut under the table, my thighs pressed tightly together, but my calves involuntarily parted slightly due to the intense stimulation.

No… I can’t make a sound… I can’t be discovered…

Reason was screaming, but the body was no longer obeying.

My fingers began to move. No longer pressing, but with a vengeful, impatient rhythm, rubbing, circling, and pressing rapidly through the already soaked stocking fabric. The pressure increased uncontrollably, the fabric rubbing against the most delicate parts, the slightly rough touch contrasting sharply with the surging pleasure inside, almost driving me crazy.

The pleasure surged like waves, each more ferocious than the last. It was no longer a tentative exploration, but a complete, almost reckless, demand. My body convulsively contracted and relaxed, and warm fluids accumulated, soaking through my stockings, and I could even feel a small patch of my skirt lining getting wet.

Her breathing was completely erratic. Rapid, shallow, her chest heaving violently, her nipples already erect beneath her shirt, rubbing against the lace edge of her bra, bringing another layer of subtle stimulation. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the screen in front of her blurred into a patch of color.

The images flashing through my mind were a jumbled mess—Brother Lu's surprised face, his hand that he abruptly pulled back, the redness on the tips of his ears… and the arrogant yet foolish face of the original owner of this body, Lin Wei… and my body, which belonged to "Chen Qi," now submerged at the bottom of the river…

All the emotions—pain, relief, the thrill of ****, and the surging, strange yet familiar physical stimulation—were all mixed together, ultimately transforming into an even more frenzied rhythm under the fingertips.

This is it...this is it...

My body arched backward abruptly, like a fully drawn bow, the veins in my neck bulging. All sound was locked deep in my throat, with only extremely faint, almost imperceptible gasps escaping from between my teeth.

A powerful, dizzying electric current suddenly exploded from the point of contact between the fingertips, instantly engulfing the entire body. Every limb felt like it was being electrocuted, numb, weak, and trembling uncontrollably. A spasmodic tightening deep in the lower abdomen caused a warm current to surge uncontrollably, completely soaking the fabric between the legs.

Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

Then, I completely collapsed into the large leather seat, utterly exhausted. My limbs were weak, and my fingertips were still trembling slightly. My vision blurred, and my ears were ringing.

After a while, my breathing gradually calmed down, and my heartbeat slowly returned to normal from its frantic pounding. The afterglow of pleasure still lingered in my body, bringing a languid, satisfied fatigue.

I slowly withdrew my hand. A glistening liquid clung to my fingertips, mingling with the damp stains on my stockings. I quickly pulled out a tissue, wiped my hand clean, and then tugged at my skirt, trying to cover the small, damp patch.

After doing all this, I leaned back in my chair and let out a long, silent breath.

The restlessness in my body subsided. My memories seemed to become a little clearer and smoother along with this climax. Several key pieces of information about Lin Wei's father, and images of incriminating evidence against several high-ranking company officials... all became more specific.

The brain started functioning again.

I turned my head and looked past the empty space between the two tables at the man who was still engrossed in his computer.

His back was ramrod straight, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, but the rhythm was a bit off. His ears were still a little red.

A slightly wicked yet irresistibly anticipated thought suddenly popped into my head.

Clearing my throat, I used as steady a voice as possible, the one that belonged to "Lin Wei," to ask:

"Brother Lu." The voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet office.

How's work going?

Lu Zeduan strained his fingers to barely move them across the keyboard. Lines of illogical code piled up on the screen, but failed to leave any trace in his mind. The scene he had glimpsed under the table was etched onto his retina like a brand—the arch of the foot tensing and then relaxing, the subtle finger movements, the silent yet powerful trembling of orgasm.

All of this was accomplished with Lin Wei's face, which he had once thought was empty and pretentious, but instead revealed a completely different expression, a mixture of vulnerability, authenticity, and astonishing allure.

No, I can't think about it anymore.

He squeezed his eyes shut and **** himself to take a deep breath. The faint scent of perfume and a hint of…sweet, feminine hormones seemed to linger in his nostrils.

Just then, the chair opposite was pulled out.

Lu Zeduan looked up abruptly and saw "Lin Wei"—for now, let's call her that—sitting down at the empty desk opposite him, carrying her pink laptop. That desk was originally reserved for visiting clients, but now she had taken it, with only a desk about a meter wide separating the two of them.

She placed the laptop on the table, turned it on, and her slender fingers slid across the touchpad. Her movements were calm and composed, as if she weren't the one who had just been secretly masturbating under the table.

"Brother Lu," she said, her eyes fixed on the screen, but her tone casual, "I forwarded you some information about new projects that the HR department just sent. Please check it. There are a few areas where we need your technical assessment."

"Oh... okay." Lu Zeduan replied subconsciously, frantically switching to his email interface. He had indeed received the email, and the attachment was quite large.

“Project A-03,” she continued, her voice steady and professional, “had a budget 15% higher than usual. I looked at the details, and it mainly involved server leasing and… um…”

Her voice paused abruptly, then she looked up at Lu Zeduan, a subtle smile playing on her lips:

"...and the budget for purchasing condoms."

Lu Zeduan's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly stopped.

"What?" He thought he had misheard.

“Condoms,” she blinked, her expression innocent but her tone sly. “The project description said ‘essential supplies for relationship maintenance.’ I was just wondering, what kind of ‘relationship maintenance’ would require these?”

Her fingers slid lightly across the touchpad, sliding down to her thighs clad in ultra-thin stockings, her fingertips barely touching the fabric.

"What do you think, Brother Lu?" She tilted her head. "Is it the literal meaning... 'maintaining intimate relationships,' or does it have some special 'technical use'?"

Lu Zeduan's Adam's apple bobbed. He understood. She was using the project documents as a pretext to spout ambiguous and suggestive talk.

“There might be a mistake in the file…” he said with difficulty, his voice a little dry. “I’ll check with the technical department.”

“Oh, I wrote it wrong.” She drawled, feigning sudden realization, but leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table and propping her chin up. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were fixed on Lu Zeduan. “So, what do you think ‘essential supplies’ should be?”

Her toes twitched under the table.

Lu Zeduan didn't notice. His entire attention was focused on her eyes and the cleavage that was faintly visible through her shirt collar, made even more pronounced by her leaning forward.

"Probably... a gift for client reception, or..." He racked his brains for all the reasonable words, "...consumables for team building..."

“Team building…” she repeated, the curve of her lips widening as she leaned forward again. The movements under the table became more obvious.

Lu Zeduan's breath hitched.

He felt something soft, warm to the touch and delicate feel of silk, gently brush against his calf.

It's not the toe of the shoe. It's...

He looked down, his gaze passing over the edge of the table, and saw the foot.

Lin Wei—no, the person currently controlling this body—had already pulled her right foot out of that designer high heel. She wasn't wearing shoes or socks, only a layer of ultra-thin, skin-toned stockings tightly encasing her slender ankle, delicate arch, and neatly trimmed toes.

At this moment, her bare foot in stockings was slowly and inexhaustibly rubbing upwards along the hem of his suit trousers.

With each rub, Lu Zeduan's body stiffened a little more.

The texture of stockings is so unique. It's not the softness of pure cotton stockings, nor the cold hardness of leather, but a smoothness somewhere in between, with a subtle friction. The thin nylon fabric clings to a woman's skin, transmitting the warmth and shape of her feet without reservation, yet separated by a visible and tangible barrier that belongs to "clothing".

This touch... is too ambiguous, too unfair.

The foot had already brushed against his knee, then gently lifted, the arch of the foot bent, the instep wrapped in stockings pressed against his inner thigh through the fabric of his suit trousers.

Lu Zeduan's body jolted violently.

"The feeling of stockings...isn't it special?" Her voice rang out at the right moment, soft as if she were whispering. She was still resting her chin on her hand, looking at him with an expression that was both innocent and seductive. "I...I mean, I've never worn these before."

Her free left hand slid off the table and landed on her lap. Her fingertips caressed her left knee, which was covered in the same stockings, and then slowly moved upwards, gliding over the delicate curve of her thigh.

“Now I know,” she said slowly, her eyes fixed on Lu Zeduan’s increasingly flushed face. “It’s so smooth, so soft, and the feeling against my skin… it’s like it’s glowing. And…”

She paused, and then her right toes, through her pants, suddenly curled up in an extremely provocative manner, gently rubbing the softest and most delicate part of her arch against a spot on Lu Zeduan's body that was already clearly aroused.

"And the feeling of friction must be really nice, right?"

Lu Zeduan nearly jumped out of his chair. He quickly grabbed the edge of the table to steady himself. An unprecedented heat, a mixture of shame, excitement, and **** panic, surged from his tailbone to the top of his head.

The stockinged foot remained there, no longer moving, but the softest part of its arch pressed against his throbbing lower body, conveying warmth and the unique, maddening friction of the fabric.

Across the table, her left hand had slid from her knee to her upper thigh. Her fingers deftly slipped under the hem of her tight-fitting pencil skirt, and through the thin layer of stockings, began to slowly and rhythmically swirl.

“Look… I’m wearing the same stockings here too,” she said, slightly out of breath, her voice a little hoarse. “From my waist down, they’re continuous. They’re all slippery…”

Her right hand joined in. Both hands moved beneath her skirt, caressing her inner thighs and hips through her stockings. The movements of her fingers became more and more exaggerated, causing a small, irregular bulge to rise and fall slightly with the movement of her fingers.

"This material is so thin...it feels like I'm not wearing anything at all..." She bit her lower lip, her eyes half-closed, a flush of passion rising on her face. "Just a few touches...and it's wet...you've touched it, you know..."

Her right foot began to move.

It was no longer just a light touch; it began to truly rub and knead. The texture of the stockings was brought to its fullest potential at this moment—the smooth surface provided a smooth sliding sensation, but the inherent slight roughness of the nylon fabric created just the right amount of friction. Every rise and fall of the arch of the foot, every curl and unfold of the toes, pressed heavily against Lu Zeduan's already taut trousers, grinding against his engorged and aching penis.

"Huff..." Lu Zeduan could no longer hold back and let out a heavy breath. He had to grip the armrests of the chair with both hands, his fingers digging until his knuckles turned white. Reason was screaming at him to stop it all, but his body honestly yielded, even beginning to crave more direct and intense contact.

The pants are too cumbersome. That layer of fabric blocks out too many things.

Once the idea appeared, it spread like wildfire.

"It's...it's painful..." He didn't even realize that he had already uttered these words.

The person on the other end heard it.

Her eyes lit up, her blush deepened, and her hands moved more urgently. The undulations of her skirt became more pronounced, and the rustling sound of the fabric could even be heard.

"Well..." she gasped, licking her dry lips, "Should we... take some off? Anyway... anyway, it's just us here..."

Her words were like the last straw, breaking Lu Zeduan's already crumbling reason.

Almost instinctively, he freed one hand and shakily unbuckled his belt. A soft click echoed clearly in the quiet office. Then came the sizzling sound of a zipper being pulled down.

The suit trousers and underwear were pulled down to mid-thigh.

The already erect penis sprang out suddenly, its tip oozing a clear liquid that glistened wetly under the office's harsh white lights.

Almost simultaneously, the bare foot that had been rubbing against his pants through his stockings gently, yet with perfect precision, pressed against him.

Real skin contact—no, it was skin encased in stockings pressed against his most sensitive and ****, completely exposed area.

"Hmm...!" Lu Zeduan suddenly tilted his head back, letting out a suppressed groan.

That's...that's so exciting!

The texture of the stockings, somewhere between smooth and slightly rough, became even more real and erotic after being moistened by body heat and a little sweat. Her soft arches gently gripped his shaft, the most delicate parts of her soles sliding up and down along it. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, shooting straight to her brain.

Across the table, when she saw the fully exposed male genitalia, her eyes widened for a moment, and her breathing suddenly quickened. Her hands moved faster and faster, the rise and fall of her skirt turning into an almost uncontrollable rapid rhythm.

"So...so big..." she murmured, her voice filled with an incredible longing, whether describing the scene before her or the imagined sensations beneath her skirt, it was unclear, "I can feel it so clearly with my feet..."

Her right foot became more daring. Instead of just sliding up and down, she began to try to wrap her arch around the glans, pinch the coronal sulcus with her toes, and even try to rub the most sensitive area under the glans with the sole of her foot.

Each new attempt caused Lu Zeduan to tremble violently, and he could no longer suppress his groans, which leaked intermittently from his clenched teeth.

"Is the... friction of the stockings...comfortable...?" She was breathing heavily, her hands moving so fast under her skirt that their trajectory was almost invisible. Her upper body trembled slightly, her shirt soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her chest, outlining her alluring, undulating curves. "It's...different from using my hands...isn't it...?"

Lu Zeduan was speechless, only able to nod frantically. He felt as if his soul was being carried to heaven by that stockinged foot. The thrill he had never experienced before, the unbridled pleasure he had never felt, and the vivid, sensual scene before him—her half-closed, watery eyes, her flushed cheeks, her slightly parted red lips, and the clearly visible outline of her hand movements beneath her skirt…

Everything was stimulating him, burning away his last shred of reason.

"Me too...me too, almost there..." Her voice was already trembling with tears, her body swaying uncontrollably back and forth, the chair creaking slightly. "My stockings...the inside...are all wet...sticky...so hot..."

Just then, she gripped Lu Zeduan's glans with her toes, tightened her arches, and vigorously stroked it up and down several times.

"ah--!"

Lu Zeduan could no longer control himself. His waist suddenly arched upwards, and thick, hot semen gushed out uncontrollably, splashing onto his lower abdomen and chest, and some of it landed on the still moving stockinged foot.

Almost simultaneously, she across the table let out a short, sharp sob, her body arching violently as if electrocuted. From beneath her skirt came a clear, almost audible gurgling sound of liquid gushing out; dark water stains spread rapidly across her gray skirt, soaking through the fabric and her stockings.

Only the two men's heavy, disordered breathing filled the office.

Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

Then, Lu Zeduan was the first to come to his senses. Looking at the mess on his body and the obvious water stain on the skirt opposite him, his face instantly lost all color.

On the other side, she slowly removed her still slightly trembling right foot from him. Sticky white liquid clung to the instep and arch of her foot, soaking her stockings, which clung tightly to her skin, outlining a lascivious sheen.

She lowered her head, looking at the water stain that was still spreading on her skirt, then raised her head to look at the disheveled Lu Zeduan.

Then, she licked her lips and whispered:

"It seems... the 'team building' is working much better than expected, Brother Lu."

The next morning, Lu Zeduan deliberately arrived at the company half an hour later than usual. The chaotic and intense "accident" before leaving get off work yesterday had kept him awake for most of the night. His mind kept replaying the sensation of that stockinged foot rubbing against him, his uncontrolled ejaculation, and "Lin Wei"—no, he could no longer simply call her by that name—the dark water stain that was slowly spreading on her skirt.

The moment he pushed open the office door this morning, he was even mentally prepared to face some kind of awkward or ambiguous atmosphere.

But he never expected to see such a scene.

On the office floor, the harsh white light of the fluorescent lamp shone unhindered onto a naked female body.

Lin Wei—let's use that name to refer to this body—was lying on her back on the carpet, completely naked. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her fair skin flushed and covered in fine beads of sweat from exercise. A few strands of damp black hair clung to her smooth forehead and neck, making her skin appear even more translucent. Her long legs were slightly parted, her toes curled, and one could vaguely see traces of undried, almost transparent, sticky fluid remaining on the inside of her thighs.

Her eyes were half-open, her gaze somewhat unfocused, as if she had just experienced a vigorous…exercise? masturbation?

Lu Zeduan's mind went blank for a moment. His first reaction was not embarrassment or passion, but horror.

The office has a semi-transparent glass wall at the front! Although you can't see the details from the outside, the large expanse of flesh-colored skin and the bare silhouettes...

He practically lunged forward, slamming the door shut and locking it with a swift motion that sent a gust of wind through the air. Then he turned around, lowering his voice, almost growling:

"Are you crazy?! Someone could walk by outside at any moment! Put your clothes on!"

The "Lin Wei" lying on the ground seemed to only then notice him entering. She slowly turned her head, her gaze focusing on his face, and then grinned—a smile that was both roguish and wild, completely belonging to Chen Qi.

"What are you afraid of, Brother Lu?" Her voice was still hoarse from heavy breathing. "I timed it perfectly; there's no one in the hallway at this hour. Besides..."

She slowly sat up, supporting herself on the ground. With each movement, her full breasts swayed, their pink nipples slightly erect in the air. She didn't care about her nakedness at all; she even deliberately stretched her body, revealing her graceful curves to Lu Zeduan.

"...And didn't you close the door?" She tilted her head, smiling slyly.

Lu Zeduan felt his face burning again. He looked away and **** himself to stare at the clock on the wall: "Stop talking nonsense and get dressed!"

"Okay, okay, whatever you say," she muttered, pushing herself up from under the carpet. Her bare feet sank slightly into the dark gray carpet. She walked to her workstation, bent down, and pulled a paper bag from under the desk—the packaging of the designer handbag she had brought in yesterday.

Lu Zeduan wanted to turn around, but his eyes were fixed on her.

He saw that what she took out of the paper bag first was not underwear or a dress, but a roll of soft, pure white fabric.

She unfolded the roll of fabric, and Lu Zeduan could see clearly that it was a pair of white pantyhose, but the material looked unusually thin and tight, more like the kind of practice stockings worn by ballet dancers than everyday stockings.

She rolled up her pantyhose to her ankles, then lifted one foot and deftly slipped her toes inside.

The movements were slow, with a deliberate, almost theatrical air.

She could tell that Lu Zeduan was peeking. Or rather, she was actually showing it to him.

Her slender toes were slowly enveloped in pure white, elastic fabric, then the instep and ankle. She leaned forward slightly, holding the stockings by the waistband with both hands, and began to pull them up. The pure white nylon fabric, like a second skin, slowly and tightly wrapped around her bare calves, inch by inch.

This process was stretched out indefinitely. Lu Zeduan could see the translucent texture of the fabric as it stretched, the beautiful muscle lines of her calves as they tightened, faintly visible beneath the white covering, and the rounded, alluring curve of her knees after they were wrapped up.

She stopped when the stockings reached just above her knees, adjusted the fabric around her thighs to make sure there were no wrinkles, and then continued upwards.

Her thighs. Her thighs were shapely and firm, and the white pantyhose accentuated their pure yet alluring sensuality. She even deliberately raised one leg slightly, making the pantyhose stretch even tighter and more clearly outlining the soft indentation of the inner thigh and the full curve of the outer thigh.

Then comes the buttocks.

She turned around, her back to Lu Zeduan, bent over, and lifted the stockings up to her buttocks by the waistbands with both hands. This position completely exposed her bare buttocks to Lu Zeduan's eyes—round and perky, the skin glowing with a warm luster under the white fabric, the shadow of her buttocks faintly visible beneath the taut cloth.

She pulled the pantyhose up completely, the waistband sitting perfectly on her slender waist. The crotch area of ​​the pantyhose wasn't padded or reinforced as is common; it was just a thin layer of white nylon, clinging tightly to the area below her most intimate parts. Lu Zeduan could even vaguely see a slight dampness there, darkening a small patch of the white fabric.

After putting on her pantyhose, she turned around and looked down at herself.

Pure white pantyhose stretched from her toes to her waist, completely covering her lower body. The white color made her skin appear even whiter, and her legs looked exceptionally long and straight under the tight fabric. The pantyhose had a peculiar texture; unlike yesterday's stockings which had a delicate sheen, they had a matte, porcelain-like quality, yet clung to her skin so tightly it felt almost like they were part of her body.

But she frowned slightly, as if she felt something was missing.

Then, she bent down again and took a small item out of the paper bag.

When Lu Zeduan saw what it was, his eyes widened instantly.

A pink, oval-shaped vibrator, about the size of a thumb. It has a small metal protrusion on it, which is obviously the remote control interface.

She held the pink toy in her hand, weighed it in her hand, then looked up at Lu Zeduan with a mischievous smile on her lips.

Then, she did something that almost suffocated Lu Zeduan.

She slightly parted her legs, which were clad in white pantyhose, and then, with the fingertips of her other hand, gently pried open the edge of the thin nylon fabric at the crotch—the pantyhose were very elastic, and she managed to create a small gap.

Then, right in front of Lu Zeduan, she pinched the pink vibrating egg and slowly inserted it through the gap.

Lu Zeduan could clearly see that small, oval object being pushed little by little into her body through the pure white pantyhose. The fabric was pushed up to create a tiny but distinct bulge, which slowly moved inward as she pushed, eventually disappearing completely beneath the taut white fabric between her legs.

She released her grip, and the elasticity of the pantyhose immediately returned, tightly encasing and securing the small toy deep inside. From the outside, all that could be seen was a slightly unnatural bulge at the crotch of her white pantyhose, and… a small patch of darkened color from being soaked.

She gently twisted her waist, seemingly adjusting to the sensation of the foreign object inside her. A blush rose on her face, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Alright," she said softly, as if talking to herself, yet also as if speaking to Lu Zeduan, "This makes things interesting."

Only then did she begin to wear real clothes.

She took a black sports bra from the paper bag—not a sexy one with lace trim, but a simple sporty style with wide straps, a crisscross back, and strong support. She put it on skillfully, adjusted the straps, and the bra tightly wrapped and lifted her breasts, creating a deep and alluring cleavage, but because of the sporty design, it lacked a bit of eroticism and gained a healthy and neat aesthetic.

Then came the bodycon skirt. Dark gray, similar in style to yesterday's, but seemingly shorter. She slipped it on; the zipper was on the side. When zipped up, the skirt hem sat just above mid-thigh, tightly hugging her hips and revealing a large portion of her legs covered by white pantyhose.

Finally, there was the white shirt. Instead of the elegant silk shirt she wore yesterday, she opted for a slightly loose-fitting cotton white shirt, the fabric ordinary, like something from a supermarket. She casually pulled it on, buttoning only the bottom three buttons, leaving the top completely open, revealing her sports bra and deep cleavage. The sleeves were casually rolled up to her elbows.

She walked to the mirror—the full-length mirror that Lin Wei had originally kept in the corner for touching up her makeup—and looked at herself.

Then, she grabbed a black rubber band from the table and quickly tied her meticulously styled shoulder-length hair into a neat ponytail. A few stray strands fell beside her cheeks and were casually tucked behind her ears.

The image in the mirror made Lu Zeduan feel somewhat dazed for a moment.

It was still Lin Wei's facial features, Lin Wei's body. But her temperament had completely changed.

The deliberately crafted, spoiled, and empty office lady image from yesterday has vanished. In its place is an outfit that blends casualness, nonchalance, and a certain…street style. A tight sports bra and pencil skirt accentuate her hot figure, while a loose, open shirt adds a touch of rebelliousness. Pure white tights and a high ponytail completely shatter the original persona of "Manager Lin."

Especially her expression and posture at this moment—with her chin slightly raised, her eyes filled with a hint of provocation and playfulness, and her hands on her hips as she stood there—she looked exactly like a flamboyant and slightly roguish "spirited young woman."

This is Chen Qi.

It's that young man who would come to work wearing ripped jeans and a T-shirt, with dyed hair. It's certain qualities in his soul that forcibly twisted and reshaped the "persona" of this body.

She turned around, faced Lu Zeduan who was standing there dumbfounded, and grinned:

"So, Brother Lu? Does this outfit suit our upcoming 'job'?"

She deliberately took a few steps, the crisp sound of her high heels on the carpet. Her legs, encased in pure white pantyhose, rubbed against each other with each step, making a soft rustling sound. The pink vibrator hidden deep inside probably vibrated slightly with her steps.

Lu Zeduan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his language system had completely crashed for the second time this morning.

He had a vague feeling that, starting today, the "daily routine" in this office was probably going to get completely out of control.

The moment "Lin Wei" (a name that was becoming increasingly inaccurate) turned to ask him a question, Lu Zeduan suddenly realized he had been watching her change clothes for several minutes. From the white pantyhose gradually covering her skin, to the shocking sight of the pink vibrator being inserted into her private parts, to the complete display of her sporty and street-style outfit...

His cheeks instantly burned, blood rushed to his head, and a strong sense of shame and embarrassment at being caught red-handed made him turn around almost in a disheveled manner and rush back to his workstation in three steps.

"Click".

Lu Zeduan slumped heavily into the chair, the movement so large that the swivel chair slid back a short distance, the wheels making a dull screech on the carpet. He frantically turned on the monitor, the cold white light of the screen making him squint. He opened the email client, the project management system, the code editor… a series of mechanical and hurried actions, as if using the “normal” routine of his work to mask the “abnormality” of the visual shock he had just experienced.

But his eyes still couldn't help but glance quickly in the opposite direction every ten seconds or so.

The office was quiet, with only the faint hum of the air conditioner vents, and…

And a certain regular, rhythmic, soft sound.

Lu Zeduan raised his head, quietly turned his face, and looked over the empty space between the two workstations, landing on the scene behind the luxurious desk.

He glanced at it once, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Lin Wei—it would probably be more appropriate to call her "the owner of this body" now—was practically slumped in the high-backed leather chair. Her long legs, encased in pure white matte stockings, stretched out unceremoniously from under the desk, ankles crossed, resting directly on the edge of the desk.

He wasn't wearing shoes.

The designer high heels were carelessly kicked under the table, one askew and the other overturned. In their place were two bare feet, covered only by white pantyhose, casually propped up on the table, their heels only centimeters away from the company's rules and regulations manual, their toes relaxed and stretched out in the air, and you could even see the faint outline of their toes peeking out from under their socks.

The arch of her foot, encased in stockings, curved into a graceful arc. Under the office overhead light, the pure white matte fabric reflected a soft sheen, like some kind of delicate porcelain, yet imbued with a vibrant sense of life due to the warmth of the body beneath. Her ankles were slender, her calves shapely and firm, extending upwards, encased in equally pure white pantyhose, disappearing deep into the almost dangerously short gray pencil skirt.

Because of this posture, with his legs raised and naturally separated, the crotch area, which should have been covered by the skirt, was almost completely visible from Lu Zeduan's angle.

The hem of the short skirt slipped down due to gravity, barely stopping at the top of her thighs. The crotch of the tight white pantyhose clearly revealed a full, rounded, mound-like shape, the full mons pubis outlined in exquisite detail by the elastic fabric. Even more eye-catching was a tiny, noticeable bump in the very center of that white patch—about the size of a little fingernail, but with a clear curve—the exact location of the vibrating egg that had been inserted earlier.

Lu Zeduan **** himself to look away and focus on her upper body.

She wasn't "working" at all.

The white cotton shirt was still open, revealing a black sports bra and a deep cleavage underneath. She herself was leaning back in her chair in an extremely relaxed, even somewhat unrestrained posture, her head tilted back, her hands raised in front of her, holding a cell phone—not the company-issued work phone, but her own personal phone.

Her fingers flew across the screen, tapping and clicking rapidly, producing crisp, rhythmic sounds. Her expressions shifted constantly with the content on the screen: furrowed brows, clenched teeth, sometimes wide-eyed and holding her breath, and other times suddenly bursting into silent laughter.

That was an expression that Lu Zeduan was extremely familiar with—the expression Chen Qi made when playing mobile games.

This kid used to love playing that tower defense mobile game during his lunch break, saying it was very "stress-relieving". Whenever he got to a tense part, he would either tap his fingers on the table or his legs would shake like they were powered by a motor. Occasionally, when he was at a disadvantage, he would even mutter a few curses.

And now, this habit has been brought into this brand new body, intact and even intensified.

“Damn…” she suddenly muttered a low curse, not loud, but exceptionally clear in the quiet office. Lu Zeduan subconsciously shrank back, as if he had returned to the days when Chen Qi sat at the next workstation playing games.

Her feet began to tremble restlessly on the table. First, her ankles crossed and swayed gently, then the amplitude increased until her entire legs began to shake. Her legs, encased in pure white pantyhose, drew silvery arcs in the air, the taut muscles of her thighs clearly visible beneath the fabric, each sway accompanied by a slight rustling sound of the fabric rubbing together.

"Tsk!" She seemed to have encountered some unfavorable situation again, and suddenly clicked her tongue, her hand gripping the phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Then, Lu Zeduan saw a scene that shocked him to his core.

Seemingly, a key character in the game had died. She clicked her tongue in frustration, and her left hand, which wasn't holding her phone, suddenly rose from the armrest—

"Smack!"

A crisp sound.

The hand patted the outside of his right thigh, which was covered by white pantyhose, with a light but firm touch.

The highly elastic pantyhose fabric dented slightly from being slapped by a hand, then quickly bounced back. The fair skin beneath the fabric flushed briefly from the slapping, then quickly returned to normal. The flesh on her legs rippled slightly, and through the white pantyhose, one could see the alluring waves, exuding a healthy yet erotic elastic beauty.

Still not satisfied after taking the picture, she picked up the small area on her pantyhose that had been slapped, grabbed the elastic fabric, pulled it outwards gently, and then let go.

"Clatter".

The pantyhose bounced back with a soft sound.

Lu Zeduan felt that he could not breathe properly.

That wasn't all. A few seconds later, she seemed to have run into trouble again, her brows furrowing even more deeply. She lowered her left hand again, this time her nails idly digging into the white pantyhose on the inside of her thigh, closer to her crotch.

That movement... was almost imperceptible, with her fingertips nearly touching the edge of the pink protrusion in the center of the crotch of the pantyhose several times.

Lu Zeduan's mouth went dry. He grabbed the water glass on the table and took a big gulp, only to find that it was leftover cold water from the previous day, which made him shiver.

What is all this nonsense...?

His mind was in complete chaos. The scene before him was utterly absurd: the once arrogant and aloof "Manager Lin" was now like a teenager skipping class to play games in an internet cafe, his bare feet propped up on the desk, his legs in tight white stockings shaking erratically, occasionally slapping his thighs while cursing under his breath.

He is now nominally the "manager's" subordinate, yet he has **** but to sit opposite him and be **** to watch this absurd drama unfold.

Just as Lu Zeduan was forcing himself to look away for the nth time, intending to actually try to deal with some work, the screen of his phone on the table suddenly lit up.

It's a WeChat message.

The sender's contact name was "Lin Wei," but the profile picture... seemed to have been changed? Lu Ze opened the message and found that the profile picture had been changed to a cartoon cat giving the middle finger. It was probably changed yesterday or this morning.

There was only one message, which was a file transfer. The file was named "Daily Work Assistance Tools.apk".

APK? Android installation package?

Lu Zeduan was somewhat puzzled and subconsciously looked up at the opposite side.

Lin Wei happened to look up at him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She then waved her phone at him and mouthed two words:

"download."

Lu Zeduan hesitated for a moment, but still clicked download. The file wasn't large and was downloaded quickly. He opened the installer, and the system prompted him to "allow installation of applications from unknown sources." He hesitated for a second, but still clicked allow.

The installation was completed quickly. An app with a pure black background and no icons appeared on the phone's home screen, simply named "Tools".

He frowned and clicked on it.

The app launches instantly, with an extremely minimalist interface featuring only a single circular virtual button that occupies most of the screen in a striking pink color. Below the button is a line of small print: "Press and hold to adjust intensity."

At the very top of the interface, there is a line of barely visible gray text: "Currently connected device: Lovense Lush 3".

Lovense… Lu Zhenduan had a vague impression of this brand; it seemed to be… a sex toy brand?

He suddenly looked up and gazed at the desk opposite him again.

Lin Wei had put down her phone and was looking at him with a half-smile. Her legs were still propped up on the table, her feet, encased in pure white pantyhose, were still dangling slightly. Her hands, however, were folded together and placed below her abdomen, which was also covered by white pantyhose, her fingertips almost touching the edge of the pink bulge.

Her lips moved silently, clearly saying:

"Give it a try."

Lu Zeduan's heart pounded. He looked at the pink virtual button on his phone screen, then at the identical pink protrusion between Lin Wei's legs, and at the smile on her face that was a mixture of anticipation, mischief, and some deeper emotion.

His fingers hovered above the screen, trembling slightly.

The floor was quiet. Occasionally, shadowy figures would pass by outside the semi-transparent glass walls, their footsteps approaching and then receding.

On this seemingly normal workday morning, in this ordinary office, an absurd choice was laid out before him.

Should I click it?

Lu Zeduan's finger hovered above the screen for what seemed like an eternity.

He could hear his own heart pounding like a drum, and feel the fine sweat on his palms making the phone case slippery. After his gaze darted back and forth between the beautiful legs in white pantyhose opposite him and the pink buttons on his phone a few times, he finally gritted his teeth and gently placed his thumb on that virtual area.

I didn't press it down immediately, just touched it lightly.

The button on the screen instantly changed from pink to a more vibrant magenta, and a semi-transparent circular indicator popped up in the center of the interface, displaying the number "0%".

Across from her workstation, Lin Wei's body tensed slightly for a moment, her smile widening, even carrying a hint of encouragement.

Lu Zeduan took a deep breath and slowly pressed his thumb down.

From a light touch to a press.

The number on the indicator jumped from 0% to 1%, then to 3%, 5%...

Almost simultaneously, the pair of long, beautiful legs across from her, encased in pure white pantyhose and resting on the table, suddenly snapped shut.

A very faint groan, almost drowned out by the noise of the air conditioner, escaped Lin Wei's throat. Her toes curled up instantly inside the tips of her white socks, her arches tensed to their limit, and she leaned back slightly against the chair as if she had been electrocuted.

It wasn't obvious, but Lu Zeduan saw it.

He saw her waist twist slightly, and the white pantyhose around her lower abdomen tightened even more with the movement, making the small pink protrusion seem to tremble slightly as well.

Continue pressing down with your thumb. 10%...15%...

Lin Wei's breathing became irregular. Her legs were no longer just together, but began to rub against each other unconsciously, the smooth surface of her white pantyhose making a soft, itchy rustling sound as they rubbed together. She also put her hand down from the table, one hand quietly pressing on her lower abdomen, gently pressing on the source of the vibration through the thin white nylon and even thinner inner lining.

Lu Zeduan's heart pounded even faster. He looked at the pink bulge that became even more prominent under the white pantyhose due to the vibration and pressure, and felt his throat go dry. A mixture of a sense of control, a sense of transgression, and a dark excitement swelled in his chest.

The pressure from the thumb is gradually increased. 20%...25%...

The vibrations were clearly within a perceptible range. Lin Wei's body began to react more noticeably—her head tilted back slightly, her neck arched gracefully, her red lips parted slightly, and her breath seemed to carry a burning heat. The hand that was pressed against her lower abdomen also began to move restlessly, gently circling the bulge through her pantyhose.

Apart from the sound of the air conditioner, the only sounds in the office were the increasingly heavy breathing of the two people and the faint but present low-frequency humming from the vibrating egg.

Just as Lu Zeduan tentatively pushed the intensity to 30%, a piercing sound suddenly exploded—

"Ring ring ring—!"

The landline on Lin Wei's desk rang sharply, instantly shattering the warm, sticky atmosphere in the office.

Lu Zeduan was so startled that his fingers loosened, and his thumb instantly sprang off the screen.

The intensity indicator on the screen suddenly dropped from 30% back to 0%.

Across from her, Lin Wei froze abruptly, then her body trembled violently, letting out a suppressed gasp as if she were falling from the clouds. Her beautiful white-stockinged legs, which had been trembling slightly with pleasure, also stiffened instantly, her toes curling up almost to the point of cramping.

The phone kept ringing, relentlessly.

Lin Wei slumped over the table, taking several seconds to slowly lift her head. Her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, her eyes were misty, and there were even fine beads of sweat on her forehead. She glared fiercely at Lu Zeduan, her eyes filled with a mixture of reproach, unfulfilled desire, and a hint of…pleading?

Then she took a deep breath, tried to regulate her breathing, and reached out to grab the microphone.

"Hello?" Her voice still trembled slightly, but she quickly masked it with a professional tone. "I'm Lin Wei."

Lu Ze sat opposite her, his heart still pounding, half from the shock of almost being discovered, and half from the wicked sense of domination that followed the abrupt end to his pleasure. He watched Lin Wei answer the phone, watched her try to remain calm, his mind a jumbled mess.

This shouldn't continue in the workplace. It's too dangerous.

With that in mind, he decided to turn off the app.

But just then, Lin Wei, while listening to the phone call, actually looked at him.

Her gaze had regained its composure, even carrying a hint of warning. She shook her head slightly, then, with her free hand under the table, made several clear hand gestures towards Lu Zeduan—

First, she pointed her index finger at Lu Zeduan's phone, then spread her thumb and index finger, making a "widening" gesture. Finally, she flattened her palm, making a "continuing" gesture.

After she finished speaking, she patted her thigh, which was covered in white pantyhose, meaningfully, while staring intently at Lu Zeduan.

Lu Zeduan understood what she meant.

She demanded that he... continue while he was on work calls. Even more so.

A stronger current, a mixture of guilt and excitement, surged through his spine. He looked at Lin Wei, watching her speak earnestly into the microphone: "Well, Mr. Wang, I've reviewed the contract. I think Article 3 needs further consideration..."

At the same time, her hand was under the table, quietly unbuttoning the bottom two buttons of her shirt, revealing the edge of her black sports bra. Her fingertips lightly brushed against the edge of the bra, but her eyes remained calmly fixed on Lu Zeduan, carrying a silent urging and command.

Lu Zeduan's breathing became completely disordered.

That's insane. This is absolutely insane.

But his thumb, as if guided by its own will, landed back on the black screen.

He pressed it down gently.

The intensity indicator reappeared, and the numbers began to slowly climb. 5%...10%...This time he sped up, pushing it directly to 20%.

The client on the other end of the phone was probably saying something important, so Lin Wei had to concentrate and occasionally mutter, "Yes... I understand... but considering the market risks..."

But her body's reaction was much more honest.

When the intensity reached 25%, her body suddenly straightened, and her fingers gripping the microphone tightened abruptly, her knuckles turning white. She immediately bit her lower lip, forcefully suppressing a groan that almost escaped her lips. Her legs tightened under the table, her ankles, encased in white pantyhose, rubbing together forcefully, making an even louder rustling sound.

Lu Zeduan stared, his eyes wide with amazement.

He could see her chest heaving violently, the full curves beneath her black bra almost bursting free. Her cheeks grew increasingly red, her nostrils flared more rapidly, and beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, sliding down her temples.

The phone call seemed like it would go on forever. The client appeared to be questioning a certain clause, and Lin Wei had to brace herself to respond, trying her best to keep her voice steady and professional. But her eyes were already completely wet, the corners of them red, and her gaze towards Lu Zeduan was filled with pleading, urging, and intense longing.

The atmosphere in the office was extremely strange. On one side was a serious and formal work phone call, and on the other side was a secret and intense sexual provocation.

Lu Zeduan felt he was about to reach his limit. He secretly clenched his other hand under the table, his nails digging into his palm, trying to use the pain to regain some composure. The vibration intensity, controlled by his thumb, was pushed up a few percentage points again, 30%...35%...

"Ugh..." Lin Wei finally couldn't hold back, and a very faint groan escaped from between her clenched teeth. She immediately covered the microphone with her hand and pretended to cough twice: "Ahem... I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, my throat is a little sore. Please continue..."

As she spoke, she used her other hand to pinch her chest hard and retaliatory through her shirt.

When Lu Zeduan saw that action, his mind went blank.

He suddenly increased the intensity to 40%.

Lin Wei's body instantly arched like a shrimp, her head drooping so low her forehead almost hit the table. Her shoulders trembled violently, and her hand holding the phone shook so badly she could barely hold it. The person on the other end seemed to sense something was wrong and asked what was wrong. She could only manage a strained, distorted voice, "N-nothing... Mr. Wang, the signal seems a bit weak here..."

Her other hand couldn't resist any longer. It reached into her open shirt and, through the fabric of her black sports bra, began to knead her left breast forcefully. The movements weren't large, but the **** was astonishing. You could see her fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of her breast through the fabric, stretching the tight bra out of shape.

Lu Zeduan's breathing became heavy as he watched, his hand holding the phone trembling. He found himself shamefully aroused, a noticeable tent forming in his crotch.

The phone call seemed to be finally coming to an end. Lin Wei's voice was already slurred, and she could only manage to maintain basic politeness: "Okay, Mr. Wang... I understand... I will revise it as soon as possible... Goodbye."

The last word was almost squeezed out.

Just as she was about to hang up the phone, Lu Zeduan, as if possessed, suddenly pushed the vibration intensity to the maximum—100%.

"beep--"

The busy tone of the phone call ending and the first half of Lin Wei's scream, which she could no longer suppress, rang out almost simultaneously.

She slammed the microphone back onto the landline, leaping up from her chair before stumbling back down due to her weak legs. Her hands moved simultaneously—one hand frantically rubbing and pulling at her right nipple, already red and swollen from being kneaded; even through the fabric of her sports bra, the already erect nipple was visible as it was repeatedly rubbed and crushed. Her other hand pressed down hard between her legs, pressing down on the wildly trembling pink nipple through her soaked white pantyhose, her fingers clenched tightly, as if she wanted to crush the toy and herself together.

"Ah...ah...I'm...I'm going to come...Brother Lu...Brother Lu!" she cried out incoherently, her body writhing and throbbing violently on the chair like a dying fish. The crotch of her pure white pantyhose was completely soaked, turning a semi-transparent dark color, clinging tightly to her full vulva, outlining every crevice and protrusion. The outline of the pink vibrating egg was pressed so hard by fingers that it almost dug into her flesh.

Her legs were spread wide, her toes pushing against the ground, her arches taut, the tips of her white socks rubbing against the carpet. Her waist heaved wildly upwards, her hips repeatedly lifting off and falling back onto the chair, which creaked under the strain.

Lu Zeduan was completely stunned, forgetting to close the app and forgetting what he was supposed to do. He just stood there, holding his phone, staring blankly at the blinding 100% on the screen and the frenzied, lewd scene on the other end trying to bring him to his climax.

The continuous and powerful vibrations, coupled with the rough stimulation of her breasts and genitals by her hands, clearly pushed the double pleasure to its limit. Lin Wei's screams turned into intermittent, high-pitched sobs; her body was tense to the ****, her neck stretched into a fragile line.

At one point, her body suddenly froze, all movement stopped, and only a violent, almost suffocating tremor remained.

Then--

"Splash..."

A stream of warm, transparent water with a hint of milky white suddenly gushed out from between her legs, from the crotch of her already soaked white pantyhose!

It wasn't a trickle of water, but rather a torrent, like a valve being opened, pouring out all at once. The amount was astonishing, completely soaking the white pantyhose at the crotch, making the thin nylon instantly transparent, clinging tightly to the full mons pubis and inner thighs, even revealing the pink flesh and the shape of the slit. The liquid also quickly spread down the inner thigh of the pantyhose, soaking a large area of ​​the inside, dripping onto the carpet and quickly forming a small, dark puddle.

The pink vibrator seemed to be impacted by the sudden surge of liquid, and its vibrations even had a viscous, watery sound.

Squirt.

The word flashed through Lu Zeduan's mind. He had seen it in some exaggerated adult works before, but he never thought he would witness it in reality, much less in this way, on this occasion, and with this person.

Lin Wei's body went limp, collapsing completely into the chair, only heavy breathing remaining. Her chest was still heaving, her nipples, reddened from being kneaded, were faintly visible beneath her open shirt and bra. Her legs remained wide open, the crotch of her pure white pantyhose a mess, the soaked fabric clinging tightly to her sticky skin, and large patches of the pantyhose on her inner thighs were also wet. The pink vibrator seemed to still be vibrating, but the intensity had probably decreased because the phone wasn't being used.

After a long while, she slowly regained some strength, turned her head slowly, and looked at Lu Zeduan, who was still holding up his phone.

Her face was filled with the languor, exhaustion, and a sense of ultimate satisfaction that came with her orgasm, but her eyes were unusually bright.

Then, in a hoarse, watery voice, she said softly:

"...Work calls are exhausting, Assistant Lu."

The way she called out "Assistant Lu" was sweet and soft, with a hint of post-coital languor and a touch of teasing.

Lu Zeduan's hand trembled, and he almost dropped his phone. He looked at the obvious water stain on the carpet, then at her disheveled lower body, and only one thought occupied his mind:

This is unbearable...

Lu Zeduan almost frantically pressed the red close button on his phone screen. The pink indicator symbolizing 100% intensity vanished instantly, the screen returned to pure black, leaving only the app's name lying forlornly in the center.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say or do something to break the extremely awkward atmosphere when he saw "Manager Lin" across from him—the title now seemed like a wonderful irony to her—make a new move.

She slumped in the chair, catching her breath. After regaining her senses, she reached into the designer handbag and rummaged around for a bit, pulling out an exquisite crystal cigarette case and a slender silver lighter.

With a soft "click," a slender cigarette was lit, its subtle minty and tobacco aroma filling the office.

Lin Wei—or rather, the soul currently controlling this body—took a deep breath, then tilted her head back and exhaled a light smoke ring towards the ceiling. Her movements were practiced, exuding an elegance and languor completely at odds with the social youth Chen Qi, but the emptiness and weariness in her eyes afterward were no different from any other young person who had just finished masturbating or having sex.

She made no attempt to clean up her messy lower body. Her long legs, encased in damp white pantyhose, rose again, her bare feet once more resting on the edge of the desk. This time, she even adopted a more comfortable position, one foot stacked on top of the other, her toes still slightly curled and relaxed.

Then, with her other hand holding the phone, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, she reopened the tower defense game.

Ashes slowly accumulated on her fingertips, trembling slightly as she operated her phone. The screen's light reflected on her still slightly flushed face, her eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath her eyes. If it weren't for the dark, damp patch between her legs constantly reminding her of what had just happened, Lu Zeduan would almost have thought this was just an ordinary working woman taking a break.

That strong sense of contrast is both absurd and exciting.

As Lu Zeduan looked at the document, a wicked thought suddenly popped into his mind.

He had witnessed and participated in everything that had just happened. The feeling of controlling her physical reactions, the secret power that allowed him to make her tremble and scream even through a screen, was like a novel poison, making him briefly forget morality and reason.

And now, watching her smoke and play games so nonchalantly, seemingly unaffected...

He quietly tapped the pure black app on the screen again.

The pink circular button reappeared, displaying "Connected".

This time, he didn't hesitate for long.

Lin Wei was focused on a defensive maneuver in the game. Her brow was furrowed, and her fingers flew across the screen, rapidly deploying defensive towers. The smoke from the cigarette dangling from her mouth curled upwards, swirling before her eyes.

Lu Zeduan exerted a little **** with his wrist and pushed hard with his thumb, adjusting the vibration intensity to 50%.

"Well!"

Lin Wei's hand holding the phone trembled violently, and cigarette ash fell onto her shirt cuff. Her body tensed instantly, and her previously calm and focused gaze was immediately replaced by tears and panic. Her legs reflexively squeezed together, and the arch of the foot resting on the cuff visibly straightened.

She quickly looked up and glared at Lu Zeduan, her eyes saying, "What the hell are you doing?" But she continued playing the game, as if this wave of enemies was crucial and she dared not be distracted.

Then Lu Zeduan saw her left hand slowly slide down from the side of the phone, quietly reaching between her legs. Her fingertips hesitantly and tentatively touched the crotch of the soaked white pantyhose, clumsily rubbing it a few times through the wet fabric and the vibrating egg underneath.

Her breathing became noticeably rapid, and her fingers, which were controlling the game, trembled slightly, revealing a gap in the previously tight defensive formation.

Lu Zeduan seized the opportunity and, while she was concentrating on trying to patch up the loopholes, suddenly reduced the intensity to 10%.

The sudden decrease in vibration startled Lin Wei, her fingers pausing on her wet pantyhose, seemingly at a loss. She frowned and looked at Lu Zeduan, who, however, lowered his head and pretended to look at his computer screen, observing her only out of the corner of his eye.

Just as she seemed to have adjusted to the faint stimulation, and her attention was finally refocused on the game, her fingers leaving her crotch, ready to play seriously—

Lu Zeduan pushed the intensity up to 60%.

"Hiss..." This time she finally couldn't help but gasp. Her body lurched back, the chair shifting backward. Her legs immediately tightened again, and her free hand went to her crotch once more. This time, she didn't just touch it, but used two fingers to press hard on the vibrating egg through the soaked, almost transparent pantyhose fabric, her knuckles turning white.

The defensive towers on the game screen were clearly misplaced, resulting in a loss of health.

She muttered a curse under her breath in frustration, her hands continuing to operate, but she was clearly being significantly disrupted.

Lu Zeduan got hooked on the game.

He began to manipulate the rhythm of the toy inside her body like a wicked DJ. Just when she was calmly preparing herself and seemed to be regaining her senses, he would suddenly turn it up; just when she was stimulated to the point of wanting to rub it, he would abruptly turn it down. This back and forth not only disrupted her rhythm of the game but also rekindled her desire, which had just subsided, leaving her hanging in mid-air.

After a few times, Lin Wei's cheeks flushed again, and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose. Her breathing was clearly audible in the quiet office, mixed with the smell of tobacco, making it seem particularly ambiguous. Underneath her pencil skirt, the crotch area of ​​her white pantyhose was wrinkled and grotesque from her own kneading, the wet patch was wider, and the outline of her fingers pressing under the fabric could be faintly seen.

But the game seems to have entered a more crucial phase. The enemies on the screen have turned red, clearly indicating a boss level.

Lin Wei took a deep drag on her cigarette, stubbed it out in the pen holder on the table (this action made Lu Zeduan's eyelids twitch), and then seemed to have made some kind of decision.

She removed her feet from the table.

Then, she brought her legs together and gracefully crossed them in an extremely standard, feminine posture.

Her right leg was draped over her left knee. This pose immediately made her lower body appear more dignified, and the hem of her skirt draped naturally, completely covering the messy area at the crotch of her pantyhose.

But Lu Zeduan immediately saw the hidden meaning in this posture.

The vibrating egg, which was continuously vibrating at 30% intensity (the setting he had just adjusted), was tightly clamped between the inner thighs where they were pressed together. Her crossed legs caused the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs to be completely squeezed together, and the vibrating egg was almost pressed against her most sensitive private parts, so that every slight vibration could be transmitted directly to the core area.

Moreover, because of this position, her inner thighs can undergo small-amplitude, high-frequency friction and compression...

Sure enough, when Lu Zeduan tentatively increased the intensity to 50% again, she didn't reach out to rub it anymore. Instead, her brows furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her long legs, clad in white pantyhose, began to tremble at an extremely rapid frequency and with very subtle amplitude. At the same time, the toes of her right leg, which was resting on the pantyhose, rhythmically tapped up and down, causing the entire leg to tremble slightly as well.

She was using muscle tension and rapid trembling to resist and alleviate the unsettling tingling sensation coming from deep within her thighs.

The boss in the game was attacking fiercely. Her fingers flew across the screen, her eyes focused to the point of ferocity. Stray hairs on her forehead were damp with sweat and stuck to her temples. She clenched her teeth, her body trembling slightly from the dual stimulation of the game and the edge of climax, but after the initial turmoil, her movements became precise again.

Lu Zeduan's wicked sense of humor intensified. He stopped playing the trick of fluctuating the intensity and instead fixed it at 50%, a level that clearly affected her but seemed bearable even if she gritted her teeth. Then he released his fingers and stopped manipulating it.

Let her "enjoy" this continuous, mediocre interference.

The atmosphere in the office became very subtle. On one side were the tense and exciting sound effects of a game battle (she had turned the volume down very low), and on the other side were the faint humming sounds that she was trying hard to suppress, escaping from her nose, and the slurring sounds of her stockings rubbing against the leather seat as her legs trembled rapidly.

Lu Zeduan could see that her hand holding the phone was sweaty, leaving slippery fingerprints on the screen. The frequency of her crossed legs shaking increased, and the tapping of her toes became more and more rapid. All the muscles in her body were clearly defined due to tension, and the outline of slightly spasmodic muscles could even be seen in her calves encased in white pantyhose.

She was enduring it. Enduring the constant vibrations and stimulation inside her body, she concentrated on playing the game.

Time ticked by. The boss's health in the game was slowly decreasing.

Lu Zeduan almost thought she could really hold on.

until--

“Defeat！”

The screen went dark, followed by a jarring sound of a game failure.

Lin Wei felt as if all her bones had been removed, and she slumped into the chair. Her hand, which had been holding her phone, fell limply to her side, and the phone landed on her lap with a thud. She tilted her head back, staring blankly at the ceiling, her chest heaving, and remained silent for a long time.

A few seconds later, she let out a long sigh, filled with endless exhaustion and resentment.

In that sigh, there was anger from losing the game, pent-up sexual desire from the continuous stimulation, and all the chaos, frustration, and powerlessness that this body brought.

Then, Lu Zeduan saw her suddenly sit up straight.

A flame reignited in those beautiful eyes, not the focus they had during the game, but a frenzied, reckless rage.

She threw her phone off her lap, grabbed the hem of her short skirt with both hands, and lifted it up without any hesitation!

Her grey pencil skirt was rolled up to her waist, completely exposing her lower body—from her slender waist and flat stomach to her full, rounded triangle area and the top of her thighs, tightly wrapped in pure white, soaking pantyhose, all laid bare.

The glistening, sticky vaginal fluid had completely soaked the crotch of the pantyhose, turning it translucent and clinging tightly to the skin, outlining every inch of the vulva's contours. The pink vibrator was positioned directly above the two full labia, its oval shape clearly defined by the wet fabric.

She didn't even bother to untie her pantyhose. Instead, she used her right index and middle fingers together, through the wet, sticky white stockings, to fiercely stab at the pink bulge!

Her fingertips precisely pressed against the vibrating egg through the fabric of her pantyhose, and then, with an almost brutal, cathartic speed and ****, she frantically and repeatedly pressed and stabbed the vibrating egg into her body!

"Uh...ah...!" She no longer suppressed her voice, a low, hoarse moan accompanied by heavy breathing rolled out from deep in her throat. Her left hand was not idle either; she directly tore open the front clasp of her sports bra through the open shirt, completely exposing her perfectly shaped left breast, whose tip was already red and erect, to the air. She pinched and twisted the rosy nipple hard with her fingernails.

Her legs were spread wide, her feet pushing against the ground, and her waist thrust upwards wildly as if powered by a motor, meeting the frenzied "thrusts" of her fingers through her stockings. Each thrust was deep and heavy, the crotch of her white pantyhose deeply indented by her fingers, producing sticky, wet sounds and the rustling of the fabric being pulled.

"Damn it... Go to hell... All of you go to hell...!" She mumbled curses as she moved, it was unclear whether she was cursing the game boss, the person who brought these changes upon her, or this damned fate.

Pleasure rapidly built up with her retaliatory movements. Her eyes began to roll back, saliva uncontrollably spilled from the corners of her mouth, and her body trembled violently like a leaf in the wind. More clear liquid was squeezed out from the crotch of her white pantyhose, flowing down her inner thighs and accumulating in a larger puddle on the carpet.

Finally, with a high-pitched, almost screaming cry, her body tensed to its limit once again, and then began to convulse violently.

More intense and more thorough than before.

A large amount of warm liquid gushed out again, this time even breaking through the small gap in her vaginal opening that was tightly bound by stockings, splashing a small amount directly onto her fingers and lower abdomen, and completely making a mess of the crotch of the white pantyhose, turning it into a semi-transparent, sticky, white, and lewd scene soaked in love fluid.

The climax lasted even longer than before. Her body went limp, sliding onto the floor like a puddle of mud, leaning against the chair leg, with only her violently heaving chest and dazed eyes proving she was still alive.

Lu Zeduan witnessed the whole thing, and even forgot to breathe.

After a long while, the person on the floor murmured in a hoarse, almost inaudible voice:

"...Damn. I need to change my stockings again."

**(Lin Wei/Chen Qi's first-person perspective)**

The smoke rolled around in my throat, and as I slowly exhaled, I felt the restlessness and emptiness from the abruptly interrupted, suspended climax subside slightly. Damn it, this body's reaction to nicotine is different now—milder, more addictive—or rather, more dependent on this cheap tranquilizer.

I picked up my phone again, a cigarette dangling from my lips, and opened the game. The screen was still stuck on the screen where I had just failed. The word "Defeat" pierced my brain like a thorn, mixed with the lingering, wet, sticky discomfort in my groin, and the weightless feeling of being **** to the peak and then instantly falling back down.

I'm so annoyed, so incredibly annoyed.

I need to do something to calm myself down. Playing games is the best way; I've always gotten through it whenever Lu Ge yelled at me or a project went wrong. My fingers swiped across the screen, deploying defensive towers; the familiar interface and sound effects gave me a somewhat artificial sense of control. I could feel Lu Ge watching me, his gaze burning.

Then it came.

Suddenly, it felt like someone had poked me hard with a small, electrically charged stick deep inside my body, in that wettest, softest, and most **** place.

"Uh!" My hand jerked, and I didn't even notice the cigarette ash falling onto my sleeve. Damn! He opened it again!

A familiar, tingling sensation, which had just begun to fade, suddenly exploded from deep within my uterus, climbing up my spine and rushing to the back of my head. My legs involuntarily tightened, the moisture left by the previous wave of pleasure making the friction between my white pantyhose exceptionally clear and alluring. I glared at him, cursing with my eyes, but my hands couldn't stop; this wave of pleasure was crucial.

The thing inside my body kept vibrating, its intensity neither too high nor too low, just right at that delicate level—you could feel it, but not enough to immediately give in. It buzzed, relentlessly stimulating that spot that had been tormented for so long, so sensitive it trembled at the slightest touch. I could feel my breathing becoming erratic, and that familiar, aching emptiness deep in my lower abdomen began to rise again.

My fingers stealthily slid down, touching the hard, vibrating protrusion through the soaked pantyhose. The moment my fingertip pressed down, the contact with its vibrating form through the slippery fabric sent an even stronger jolt of electricity through me. I couldn't help but groan, quickly biting my lip. Damn, even touching it through pantyhose feels like this… One of the turrets in the game is missing.

Damn it, Lu Zeduan! I looked up, wanting to curse, but found that the vibration had suddenly weakened and turned into a slight pulsation that was almost imperceptible.

He did it on purpose!

I took a breath, trying to pull my attention back to the screen. The feeling of being suspended in mid-air intensified, like being starved for days and suddenly smelling the aroma of meat, only to have it snatched away just as I pounced on it. I focused, rearranged my movements, and my fingers steadied… and then—

"hiss!"

Holy crap! Here it comes again! Even more intense than before!

This time, the shock made my lower back ache, and I slammed backward against the chair back. The electric current was no longer a stinging sensation, but a continuous, high-frequency scouring, like a tidal wave crashing against the most **** parts of my body. I couldn't hold back any longer. I slammed my hand down to my groin, two fingers pressing hard against the wildly throbbing source through the thin stockings that were practically invisible, trying to stop it, trying to make it sink deeper, trying to grind the vibrations into my bones!

Another section of the defense on the game screen collapsed. I cursed under my breath, sweat trickling down my forehead. I realized then that this guy was playing me.

In the next few times, he got even more skilled. I was already aroused, my fingers uncontrollably wanting to probe that wet spot again, trying to counteract the agonizing vibration with even harder pressure, when it suddenly weakened, leaving me empty-handed, only with an unbearable, lingering urge. Just when I finally managed to suppress that damned desire and tried to concentrate on dealing with the increasingly ferocious red monster in the game, the vibration suddenly intensified, making my vision blur, my fingers tremble, and the defenses I had just built up instantly crumbled.

After several repetitions, my cheeks burned intensely, my chest heaved with rapid breathing, and my shirt buttons felt like they were about to burst open. The lingering sensation from my earlier orgasm hadn't subsided; instead, under this repeated teasing and repression, it snowballed, burning deep within my lower abdomen like an unyielding fire. The crotch of my white pantyhose was mangled and soaked from my own kneading, clinging to my skin. Every subtle movement brought an overly distinct tactile sensation, reminding me how wet I was, how much I wanted it.

No, I can't get distracted anymore. The game has reached its crucial final stage, and that huge red boss is charging in with an intimidatingly thick health bar.

I took a deep breath, stubbed out the nearly burnt-out cigarette (to hell with the pen holder!), and made a decision.

I put my legs off the table, put them together properly, and then, elegantly (or at least seemingly), crossed them.

The moment my right leg crossed over my left knee, I felt the benefits. The soft flesh on the inside of my thighs pressed tightly together due to the position, perfectly trapping the vibrating egg, which was still vibrating at a moderate intensity, in the most sensitive spot. The vibration was no longer just an empty stimulation from within, but was completely enveloped and transmitted by the surrounding tight soft flesh, with each tremor directly acting on the most sensitive clitoris and the area around the vaginal opening.

When he increased the intensity again, I didn't use my hands. I stared intently at the screen, gritted my teeth, and mustered all the strength in my muscles, especially my legs and buttocks, beginning to shake my right leg at an extremely rapid, almost imperceptible frequency. My thigh muscles tensed and relaxed, using the rapid tremors to counteract and offset the numb, tingling sensation emanating from deep within my body. My toes and the sole of my foot resting on it were also tense, rhythmically tapping up and down, as if striking some invisible beat against the pleasure.

I can do it. I can endure this and finish this damn game.

The vibrations continued; 50% intensity wasn't the maximum, but it was persistent. It felt like a red-hot needle, repeatedly and patiently piercing my most sensitive spot. Layers of pleasure built up, each tremor of my leg muscles like fanning a flame. Sweat poured out, soaking the back of my shirt, clinging tightly to my skin. My breathing became increasingly difficult, each inhale accompanied by a burning tremor. The fire deep within my lower abdomen burned brighter and brighter; my uterus seemed to have a will of its own, tightening and contracting in waves, yearning to be filled and stretched open by something.

My fingers, gripping the phone, were sweaty and slippery, almost impossible to hold. The on-screen controls began to distort; the placement of the defensive towers went astray, and gaps appeared in the fire network. The red boss's health bar was decreasing at an extremely slow pace.

Hang in there, just a little longer...

I focused all my willpower on two things: controlling my fingers to tap precisely on the screen, and controlling my lower body from completely collapsing from the constant, damn, wonderful stimulation.

Time seemed to grow thick and slow. Every second was agonizing, tinged with a secret, illicit pleasure. I could even feel the vibrating egg subtly shifting position with each contraction and friction of my leg muscles, the vibrations seemingly drawing closer to a certain point…

Just when I felt I was about to reach a certain breaking point, all the blood in my body rushing to one place, and the suppressed sound in my throat about to burst out—

“Defeat！”

The cold, merciless sound effects of failure were like a bucket of ice water, dousing me from head to toe.

In that instant, all the perseverance, all the stubbornness, all the resistance, all became meaningless. The pent-up frustration, the anger at losing the game, the rage at being manipulated, and the unvented, simmering desires of this body…

"call--"

I exhaled a long, drawn-out breath, releasing all the stale air from my chest. Then, a sense of utter despair, a near-destructive madness, seized me.

Screw your composure, screw your pretense, screw Lin Wei!

I sat bolt upright, tossing the inconvenient phone aside. Grabbing my skirt with both hands, I roughly pulled it up to my waist. The cold air contacting my soaked white pantyhose sent a shiver down my spine. Without hesitation, I brought my right index and middle fingers together, aiming at the already muddy, slippery crotch of the pantyhose, at the bulging, vibrating hard lump below, and thrust it in hard!

"Well--!"

The instant my fingertips, through the slippery, sticky fabric of the stockings, struck the hard shell of the vibrator, a burst of electricity erupted from my fingertips and the contact points simultaneously! This wasn't the passive, external-to-internal stimulation of before; this time, it was an active, brutal, destructive attack. I treated that toy—which represented all my loss of control, all my humiliation, all my discomfort—like an enemy, relentlessly thrusting, pressing, and stabbing it into my own body!

Her other hand wasn't idle either. She ripped open the bra and roughly grabbed the already swollen and soft mound. She pinched the erect nipple hard with her fingertips, scratching and pinching it with her nails, mixing pain with pleasure, and responding to all the chaos this body brought with her ****.

Each thrust through the stockings was deep and heavy, the knuckles digging into myself, pushing the toy even deeper inside. The sticky, wet sounds were incredibly loud, the stockings stretched to their limit, emitting a mournful cry. Each thrust was accompanied by an uncontrollable upward thrust of the body, the waist swaying wildly, as if trying to nail myself to those two fingers.

Curses rolled out of my throat, mixed with sobs and gasps, and I couldn't even tell what I was cursing anymore. Was I cursing that BOSS, cursing those who harmed me, cursing this damned body, or cursing my own useless soul, indulging in pleasure?

The pleasure climbed at an astonishing speed in this violent, **** masturbation. It was no longer a trickle, but a torrent. All the pent-up frustration, anger, and pain seemed to find an outlet, transforming into even more frenzied finger movements and more intense bodily spasms, along with the physiologically accumulated desire that had reached its peak.

My vision began to blur, and my ears were ringing. The world shrank to the point where my fingertips touched the wet, hard lump, the sharp, throbbing pain in my chest, and the scalding lava deep in my lower abdomen that seemed about to explode.

Then, it came.

More ferocious and thorough than the one on the phone earlier, like a tsunami, like an avalanche. I jerked my head back, letting out a heart-wrenching, inhuman scream, my body convulsing and tensing violently and uncontrollably as if struck by a high-voltage electric shock. My pelvis thrust forward wildly, my legs straightened, and my toes curled up almost to the point of cramping inside my white socks.

A scalding, surging liquid, as if breaking through a dam, violently gushed out from the deepest part of my body!

The amount was astonishing. I could feel it bursting through the opening bound by the stockings, the hot flow washing over the stockings on my inner thighs, even splashing onto my lower abdomen and fingers. The crotch of the pantyhose instantly became a mess, the completely soaked and transparent fabric clinging tightly to my sticky skin, clearly outlining every inch of detail. A strong, sweet, cloying scent of post-coital lasciviousness filled the air.

The afterglow of the climax lingered for a long time, like waves crashing against the beach. I was completely exhausted, as if my bones had been removed. I slid limply off the chair and collapsed onto the floor, leaning against the chair legs. My vision blurred, my ears were still ringing, and every muscle in my body was sore and weak, as if I had just run a marathon.

It took me a long time to slowly regain my breathing rhythm and my scattered consciousness.

I glanced down at my disheveled lower body. The white pantyhose clung to me like a second skin, the soaked parts wrinkled and outlining an extremely unsightly shape. The pink vibrator was still between my legs, the buzzing sound of the vibration not quite gone, but it was so faint it was almost inaudible.

The smell of smoke didn't seem to be able to mask the odor in the air.

I grinned and muttered a curse in a hoarse, almost inaudible voice, as if talking to myself:

"...Damn it. I need to change my stockings again."

This is really troublesome. But... it feels like it's not so bad? At least, all that damn frustration has been temporarily washed away.

When Lu Zeduan heard the words "I have to change my stockings again," he was stunned for a moment. Then, a thought mixed with a vicious desire for control and a vengeful pleasure clearly surfaced in his mind.

The secret conquest he had just orchestrated, conducted entirely through the screen, had completely ignited something repressed deep within him. Watching her go from resistance to collapse, from trying to maintain composure to utterly losing control, that feeling… was addictive.

Now, she's collapsed on the ground, completely disoriented, trying to clean up the mess and return to "normal."

It's not that easy.

Lu Zeduan cleared his throat and, from less than two meters away, spoke in a low but clear voice: "Wait."

Hearing the sound, Lin Wei, who was lying on the floor panting, turned her head slightly and looked at him with her eyes, which were still misty and tired, with a question and a trace of lingering laziness in them.

"Stockings?" Lu Zeduan pointed to the messy area between her legs, his face expressionless, but his tone leaving no room for doubt, "Don't change them yet."

Lin Wei's eyes sharpened instantly, filled with wariness: "What?"

“I said,” Lu Zeduan picked up his phone, the screen still showing the black app interface, his thumb gently stroking the edge of the screen, “wear this and go for a walk.”

"Are you crazy?" she blurted out, trying to sit up by pushing herself up from the floor, but she staggered because she had just exhausted herself. "There are people everywhere outside! How am I supposed to get out like this?"

Lu Zeduan did not answer, but simply lowered his head and lightly swiped his thumb across the screen.

"Buzz—"

A very faint vibration, yet incredibly clear to Lin Wei on the floor, came again from between her legs. The intensity was very low, perhaps only 5%, like a playful little insect gently crawling across her most sensitive spot.

"Uh..." Her body trembled, the tingling and numbness that had just subsided was quietly awakened again. She looked up and glared fiercely at Lu Zeduan, her eyes filled with astonishment, anger, and a hint of...unbelievable excitement?

“People outside don’t know.” Lu Zeduan’s tone was calm, as if stating a fact. “If you lower your skirt, no one can see it. As long as you… don’t give yourself away.”

He paused, then added, "Besides, didn't you want to familiarize yourself with the identity of 'Manager Lin' and 'exercise your privileges'? Isn't it normal for you to go out and make an inspection?"

These words struck her right where it hurt. The stubbornness and defiance that Chen Qi possessed, which had been present in Lin Wei's beautiful eyes, were ignited.

She paused for a few seconds, wiped the dampness from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and then slowly stood up. Her movements were a little unsteady, but she quickly regained her balance. She didn't look at Lu Zeduan again, but walked to the half-length mirror in the corner of the office.

The mirror reflected her current appearance—her hair was disheveled, her cheeks were flushed, her shirt was open, her bra was exposed, and although her skirt was down, two obvious wet marks were still clearly visible on the white pantyhose on her inner thighs, extending all the way to the depths of the skirt hem.

She took a deep breath and began to tidy herself up. She buttoned up her unbuttoned shirt one button at a time (though the top two were still habitually loose), straightened and buttoned her bra, reached down to untangle her messy ponytail, ran her fingers through her long hair, and then re-tied it into a neater high ponytail. Finally, she bent down to pick up the two high heels that had been kicked under the table and slowly put them on.

After doing all this, she looked in the mirror again. The woman in the mirror, apart from the lingering blush on her cheeks and the corners of her eyes, and her overly bright and moist gaze, looked no different from the usually well-dressed and arrogant "Manager Lin"—if one ignored the two ambiguous, winding dark wet stains at the base of her white pantyhose beneath her skirt.

She turned around, looked at Lu Zeduan, raised her chin slightly, and asked with a hint of provocation, "Where are you turning?"

Lu Zeduan stood up without answering, and walked to the semi-transparent glass wall in the office. The lower half of this wall, about thirty centimeters wide, was transparent and unfrosted, allowing a clear view of the tiled floor of the corridor outside and the shoes and trouser legs of the occasional passersby. Conversely, from the outside, one could bend down and see the side of the office closest to the glass wall.

He bent down, and then... he lay down on his stomach.

He lay prone on the carpet near the corner of the wall, his face almost pressed against the lower edge of the transparent glass. His eyes were positioned so that he could see the floor of the corridor outside at an extremely low angle, and... the footsteps and calves of the person about to walk out of the door.

The posture was extremely indecent, even somewhat lewd. But Lu Zeduan did it very naturally, even turning around to wave his phone at her standing at the door, the pink button clearly visible on the screen.

“Go ahead,” he said. “I’ll be watching.”

Lin Wei—the owner of this body—looked at Lu Zeduan's back as he lay on the ground, her lips twitched as if she wanted to curse, but in the end she just rolled her eyes and reached out to open the office door.

"Click".

The sound of the door lock being opened.

The crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor tiles rang out, moving from near to far away, towards one side of the corridor.

Lu Zeduan lay on the ground, his gaze following closely through the glass to those familiar gray high heels and those calves encased in damp white pantyhose.

The corridor was quiet. Occasionally, an employee would hurry by, and when they saw Lin Wei, they would stop and greet her respectfully: "Manager Lin."

"Hmm." She simply responded with a faint sound, her steps unwavering, maintaining the arrogant gait befitting "Manager Lin."

As Lu Zeduan watched her figure disappear to the left of his sight, he immediately looked down at his phone. He opened the app and preset the vibration intensity to 15%. Not too strong, but enough for her to feel continuously.

He waited patiently.

About a minute later, the sound of high heels echoed in the corridor again, approaching from a distance. She had probably reached the edge of the open office area on this floor and then turned back.

Just then, at the corner ahead, Manager Wang from the Human Resources Department and another department head walked over. The two seemed to be discussing something, but when they saw Lin Wei, they immediately stopped talking and put on smiles.

"Manager Lin, why did you come out in person? Just let me know if there's anything you need," Manager Wang said solicitously.

Lin Wei stopped in her tracks.

Lu Zeduan, lying on the ground, could see her legs motionless in his field of vision through the glass. He could almost imagine the expression on her face at that moment—probably that kind of formulaic, slightly impatient, reserved demeanor.

The opportunity has arrived.

Without hesitation, Lu Zeduan pushed hard with his thumb, raising the vibration intensity from 15% to 45%!

Even through the glass, he could almost hear the suddenly intensified buzzing sound.

In my field of vision, those still legs encased in white pantyhose suddenly trembled! The left foot even shifted slightly backward, as if to steady itself. The heel of the high heel slid gently across the tiled floor, making a soft scraping sound.

Her voice came through, a little more tense than before, but still steady: "Just take a look. Manager Wang, put the performance evaluation report from last quarter on my desk before work tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, I'll be on time!" Manager Wang replied quickly.

"Also," she paused, and Lu Zeduan could see that her calf muscles were visibly tense, the outline of which was visible beneath her white pantyhose, clearly indicating that she was trying her best to restrain herself, "How is the new intern in the technical department doing?"

She was still able to continue talking as if nothing had happened!

Lu Zeduan's malicious intent intensified. Instead of lowering the intensity, he repeatedly and rapidly pressed the increase button several times, keeping the intensity at 45%, causing it to fluctuate rapidly between 45% and 50%, simulating an irregular and more difficult-to-adapt pulse pattern.

This time, the effect was even more obvious.

Her calves trembled even more violently, and her right foot even unconsciously ground itself slightly, as if trying to distract herself with the pressure of her foot. Her speech also began to show almost imperceptible pauses:

"Um...I...understand. You guys...go ahead and get back to work."

"Okay, Manager Lin, then we won't bother you any longer." Manager Wang and the other supervisor's voices gradually faded into the distance.

Only after the footsteps disappeared at the other end of the corridor did Lu Zeduan slowly reduce the intensity back to 20%.

The corridor fell silent, leaving her standing there alone.

Through the glass, Lu Zeduan saw her exhale a long, extremely slow breath, the rhythm of her chest rising and falling faintly visible through the hem of her shirt. Then, she resumed her steps, continuing to walk forward along the corridor, but her steps seemed less steady than before, even a little... cautious, as if afraid that too much movement would trigger some chain reaction.

He adjusted to a more comfortable lying position, like a lurking spider, observing the beautiful prey outside, entangled by his own silk threads (or rather, electromagnetic waves), through the one-way "web" of the glass.

She turned another corner, and ahead was the tea room and printing area, which were usually quite crowded.

Sure enough, as she approached the area, Lu Zeduan heard laughter and conversation coming from there; there were at least four or five people.

He pushed the intensity up to 30% again, and then, the moment she stepped into the area and someone greeted her, he suddenly pushed it up to 55%!

"Good morning, Manager Lin!"

"Manager, would you like some coffee?"

A few greetings came from above.

Lu Zeduan saw the pair of legs that had walked into the crowd suddenly come together! The knees, encased in white pantyhose, pressed tightly together, the lines of the calves particularly defined by the ****. She stopped walking, seemingly responding to the greetings, but when her voice returned, it carried an undisguised, subtle tremor:

"...No...no need. You're busy..."

Then, in an extremely strange posture, her left foot gently tapped the outside of her right calf with her heel, as if it were an **** little movement. But Lu Zeduan knew that she was trying to use external stimulation to resist the increasingly surging wave of tingling sensation within her body.

The crowd seemed to have dispersed a bit. She took another step, wanting to get through the area quickly.

Just as she was about to leave Lu Zeduan's sight and pass a young male employee who was bending down to take a document from the printer, Lu Zeduan smiled wickedly and pushed it directly to the peak of 60%!

"ah!"

A short, very faint gasp came from the other side!

That's not Lin Wei's voice! It's that male employee who was bending over!

Lu Zeduan was taken aback, and then he saw that Lin Wei suddenly took a small step to the side, and the heel of her high heel seemed to... step on the male employee's foot?

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" came the panicked voice of the male employee.

"No...it's nothing." Lin Wei's voice was hurried and suppressed. "You...be careful."

Her steps became somewhat unsteady, and she almost jogged across the area, disappearing from Lu Zeduan's sight to the right.

Lu Zeduan couldn't help but chuckle softly, his shoulders trembling slightly from the suppressed laughter. He could picture the scene—she was on the verge of climax when a sudden, intense stimulation overwhelmed her, causing her to lose control and accidentally step on the person next to her.

That's terrible. But...it's so funny.

He waited, adjusting the intensity back to 10%. It's about time to come back.

Sure enough, less than two minutes later, those familiar high heels, their steps slightly unsteady, reappeared in the corridor, heading towards the office. The two wet streaks at the base of her white pantyhose seemed more pronounced and darker in color due to friction and sweat from walking.

She walked to the office door, paused for a few seconds, seemingly to calm her breathing.

Then, the door was pushed open.

She walked in, closed the door behind her, leaned against it, tilted her head back, and gasped for breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her forehead was covered in sweat, and a small patch of her shirt collar was damp. Her eyes were fixed on Lu Zeduan, who was still lying on the ground, her gaze incredibly complex—there was anger, there was shame, but deeper still, there was a blankness after being utterly exhausted, and a trace of… a strange satisfaction of being conquered that she herself might not even be aware of.

Lu Zeduan slowly got up from the ground, patted off non-existent dust from his knees, and walked up to her.

"How was the 'inspection'? Did it go smoothly, Manager Lin?" he asked, his tone as calm as if he were asking about the weather.

Lin Wei stared at him, her chest still heaving. After several seconds, she spoke in a hoarse voice, each word distinct:

"Lu Zeduan...you motherfucker...you're a real bastard."

Despite this, her body showed no sign of resistance. Instead, as if she had exhausted all her strength, she slowly slid down the door and sat on the ground, her legs spread apart. Her soaked white pantyhose was once again exposed to the air, and the small pink protrusion in the middle seemed to be trembling slightly.

Lin Wei—or rather, the owner of this body soaked in sweat, tears, and vaginal fluid—leaned against the cold door, her breathing like a broken bellows. The crotch of her white pantyhose was completely transparent, and sticky wet patches snaked from her thighs to her knees, glistening lasciviously under the office lights. The pink vibrating egg was still vibrating very slightly, like her restless heartbeat.

She looked up, her eyes, misty with tears, at Lu Zeduan. The remotely controlled, silent public humiliation that had just taken place outside seemed to have exhausted all her strength, burning away the last bit of fuel she had left behind called "restraint." A more naked, more primal need was burning fiercely in her eyes.

She reached out, not toward Lu Zeduan, but toward the tattered white fabric between her legs.

Her fingertips traced the surface of her soaked pantyhose, making a soft, sticky sound. Then, in a tone that was almost calm, yet incredibly seductive, she spoke:

“Through it,” she said, her voice hoarse but unusually clear, “Don’t tear it.”

Lu Zeduan was stunned. He looked at the spot where her fingertip was pointing, the area that had long been soaked and drenched by her own body fluids, to the point that it had almost lost its original properties as fabric.

“Look,” she continued, as if knowing he would have doubts, pinching a small patch of wet pantyhose fabric at the crotch and gently stretching it outwards, “this kind of stocking… has very good elasticity and a fine weave. When it gets wet… it becomes very slippery and clings very tightly… but it’s still resilient.”

She stretched her white pantyhose, revealing darker, damp skin beneath, then snapped back, clinging tightly to the fabric with a soft "snap." The pink vibrator's protrusion was faintly visible beneath the fabric.

“And…” She licked her dry lips, her other hand sliding down to that area, finding the protrusion through the damp fabric, her fingertips beginning to circle it intentionally or unintentionally, “It’s… very slippery now… You try it…”

Her breathing quickened again due to her movements, and her cheeks flushed an unusual red once more.

“Just…press it here…” She pressed down hard with her fingertips, creating a shallow indentation in the center of the fabric. “…insert it in.”

She raised her eyes and looked directly at Lu Zeduan. The shame and indignation or languor from before were gone from her eyes. Only pure, undisguised longing and an almost commanding insistence remained.

“Through this stocking…fuck me.” She said, each word like a tiny hook, scraping against Lu Zeduan’s eardrums and nerves. “I want to know…what it feels like…through it.”

Lu Zeduan's breathing became completely disordered. He stared at the wet white fabric, at the outline of the most intimate parts of the mature woman's body beneath the cloth, and listened to her make the most vulgar and direct request with Lin Wei's cold and beautiful face and voice.

The soul that made this request was Chen Qi, who had once worked alongside him and regarded him as a younger brother.

The stimulation from this sense of dislocation and transgression is 100,000 times stronger than any direct visual impact.

His body reacted before his brain. The organ beneath his suit trousers, already painfully erect, twitched uncontrollably a few more times upon hearing those words, its tip secreting even more slippery pre-ejaculate, soaking through the fabric of his underwear.

His mouth was dry; he could almost hear the blood surging in his temples. Reason screamed in his mind that this was too absurd, too far beyond the bounds, but the surging desire in his body and a darker, all-encompassing excitement had completely overwhelmed it.

He slowly took his phone out of his pocket, found the pure black app, and moved his thumb to the switch.

"Buzz—"

In my field of vision, the pink protrusion in the center of the soaked white pantyhose suddenly began to vibrate violently! The intensity jumped directly to 70%, and the high-frequency vibration caused the small piece of fabric to shake rapidly at a visible frequency, even emitting a clearer "buzzing" sound than before.

"Ugh—!" Startled by the sudden attack, Lin Wei jolted violently, her back slamming heavily against the door. She tilted her head back, her neck taut in a fragile arc, a suppressed, high-pitched groan escaping her throat. Her hands pressed tightly against her chest and lower abdomen, pressing down hard on the wildly throbbing source through her clothes.

The vibration lasted for about ten seconds.

Lu Zeduan closed the app.

The office fell silent instantly, with only her heavy, disordered breathing and the slight echo of the door panel from her earlier impact.

She slumped down, her body sliding lower along the door panel until she was almost half-lying on the ground, her legs involuntarily spread wide apart. The crotch area of ​​her white pantyhose, due to the violent shaking and her pressing, was even more wrinkled and wet, as if it had been soaked in water and then pulled out.

She raised her head, looking at Lu Zeduan with a dreamy gaze, her lips slightly parted, and her tongue unconsciously licking the corner of her mouth.

“…Come.” She only said one word, but the invitation and urging in it were self-evident.

Lu Zeduan took a deep breath. He walked up to her and knelt down.

From this distance, he could see the mess more clearly. The surface of the stockings was completely transparent from being soaked, clinging tightly to the shape of the full, slightly raised vulva below. The pink slit was faintly visible under the almost transparent white, and the small pink vibrator protruded quietly in the very center, like a forbidden fruit waiting to be crushed.

The air was thick with a strong, sweet, and pungent scent of hormones, mixed with her perfume and a very faint smell of tobacco.

He reached out, his fingertips trembling, and gently touched the wet, slippery area.

The fabric was cool, but the body heat emanating from beneath was scalding. The feel… was indeed as she described, incredibly slippery. The delicate nylon fabric, thoroughly soaked in the liquid, lost its slight roughness when dry, becoming like a second layer of oil-soaked skin, astonishingly smooth.

His fingertips tentatively pressed down.

He sank in easily. The soaked stockings were pressed tightly against the tender flesh below by his fingers, with almost no fabric barrier in between, only a warm, soft, and slippery indentation. He could even feel the hard edge of the pink vibrator's shell beneath the fabric.

Lin Wei's body trembled violently the moment he touched her, and she let out a satisfied, tearful moan. Her legs spread wider, and her waist arched upwards involuntarily, as if welcoming his touch.

“Yes… right there…” she urged vaguely, grabbing Lu Zeduan’s forearm with one hand, her nails almost digging into his flesh. “Can you feel it through it…? Go in… quickly…”

With trembling hands, Lu Zeduan unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. His already pent-up genitals sprang out, the purplish-red glans swollen and glistening with excitement, its tip covered in a clear, sticky fluid.

He looked down at his genitals, then at the wet, white area that awaited him.

He no longer hesitated.

He knelt between her spread legs, one hand holding his hot, hard penis, and the other hand pressing against the wet, slippery center of her pantyhose crotch. With a little ****, he pressed the already stretched and thinned pantyhose fabric tightly against her full vulva, trying to smooth out the obstruction in the middle as much as possible.

Then, he aimed the glans at the indented center.

The moment their hands touched, both of them hissed and gasped.

The slipperiness of the stockings exceeded Lu Zeduan's expectations. There was absolutely no resistance as he had imagined; his glans easily pushed through the thin, soaked nylon fabric and sank in. But then, he felt the presence of that fabric—it wasn't punctured, but rather forcibly stretched and deformed by his penis, tightly binding the area behind the coronal sulcus, like an extremely thin, slippery, yet incredibly tough membrane encasing his shaft.

Beneath the thin film lies another layer of wrapping that is even more slippery, warm, and tight.

"Ugh...!" Lin Wei arched her body abruptly the moment he entered her, gripping Lu Zeduan's shoulders tightly with both hands, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. Her head tilted back, letting out a long sigh, a mixture of **** satisfaction and pain. "Yes...that's it...ah...I can feel it...both layers...I can feel it..."

Lu Zeduan could clearly feel the two layers of envelopment. The outer layer was a pair of stockings, cool and slippery after being soaked in love fluid. They clung tightly to him, and every tiny movement brought a unique tactile sensation of friction between the fabrics, slightly rough yet smooth. Inside, there was the hot, tight, and constantly sucking soft flesh deep within a woman's body. It passionately enveloped him, sucking at him, bringing direct and intense pleasure.

The feeling was both bizarre and stimulating. Visually, he entered her through a pair of white pantyhose; the fabric wasn't even torn, just stretched and deformed, clinging tightly to the point of contact. But the physical sensation was far more complex and erotic than direct penetration. That thin barrier didn't diminish the pleasure; on the contrary, its presence made each thrust accompanied by the friction and deformation of the fabric, creating the illusion of a double invasion.

Lu Zeduan began to move. At first, he moved slowly, cautiously exploring this unusual method of entry. The slippery stockings provided ample lubrication, allowing him to move in and out smoothly, but the fabric's tough elasticity also brought a continuous, enveloping pressure.

"Ah...ah...Brother Lu...harder...harder..." Lin Wei's moans became high-pitched and broken. She completely abandoned her restraint, her hands scratching wildly at his back and arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, the heels of her high heels even pressing against his tailbone, bringing a cool touch. Her body violently responded to each of his penetrations, and twisted uncontrollably to hold on each time he withdrew.

Stimulated by her intense reaction, Lu Zeduan's blood rushed to his head, and his movements became faster and more forceful. With each thrust, he penetrated deeper and more violently, breaking through the slippery silk stocking barrier and reaching the deepest part of her body. The sounds of fabric rubbing together, bodies colliding, and her increasingly uncontrollable moans mingled together, echoing in the small office.

He could see his purplish-red penis sliding in and out of the wet, transparent crotch of the white pantyhose. Each time it entered, the small protrusion of the pink vibrating egg would be roughly crushed by his glans, pressed deeper; each time it withdrew, it would bulge outward a little due to the elasticity of the pantyhose. The white fabric was already a mess, crumpled and shrunken from his thrusts, completely losing its original shape, just wet and glistening, clinging tightly to his shaft and her skin, savagely rubbing against their skin with his movements.

Lin Wei's eyes were completely unfocused, and saliva uncontrollably dripped from the corners of her mouth, mixing with tears and sweat. Her body was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, trembling and spasming under his repeated fierce thrusts. Her hands stopped scratching and instead clung tightly to his neck, pressing her entire upper body against him, twisting and rubbing wildly through his shirt, her soft breasts pressed and deformed against his chest.

"It's...it's coming...through the socks...ah...so deep...it's piercing through...!" she cried out incoherently, her body beginning to contract violently and rhythmically, as if countless tiny mouths were desperately sucking and tightening.

Lu Zeduan had also reached his limit. This intercourse through stockings, imbued with a strong sense of transgression and a desire for conquest, the dual stimulation of sight and touch, and witnessing her orgasmic response firsthand, pushed him to the brink of explosion.

He let out a low growl, using all his strength in his waist and abdomen to make a final few unrestrained, bone-deep thrusts, each one reaching the deepest part of her body, slamming hard against her most sensitive G-spot through the already stretched, slippery stockings.

"ah--!!!"

Lin Wei let out a scream that was almost inhuman, her body jerking upwards before crashing down, convulsing and trembling violently like a fish out of water. Large amounts of warm love fluid mixed with even more bodily fluids gushed uncontrollably from their point of contact, this time so much that it even breached the small gap between the stockings and her opening, splashing directly onto Lu Zeduan's lower abdomen and thighs.

At the same time, Lu Zeduan groaned, and hot, thick semen gushed out, pouring into the deepest part of his body, which was double-covered by stockings and soft flesh. He could feel the liquid impacting the inner layer of the stockings, and then seeping into the inner passage through the pores of the soaked fabric.

The afterglow of the climax lasted a long time.

Lu Ze supported himself on her, panting, feeling his penis soften and withdraw slowly inside her, through the wet stockings.

When they separated, they made a clear, soft "pop" sound, accompanied by liquid.

He looked down. The crotch of her white pantyhose was now completely soaked in various bodily fluids, shrunken, and utterly shapeless—a transparent mass of fabric. The outline of the pink vibrator lay askew to one side. And in the very center of that mess, there was a clear, almost completely shrunken, circular indentation—the mark left by his penis after it withdrew. Around the indentation, the white stockings were stained with milky-white semen.

Lin Wei collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling, only her chest heaving violently. Her skirt was completely rolled up to her waist, her legs wide open, the messy scene exposed to the air without reservation.

After a long while, she slowly turned her head to look at Lu Zeduan, who was also sitting on the ground. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something.

But in the end, she only gave a slight twitch of her lips and said in a whisper:

"...It feels...not bad."

Then, her gaze fell on the completely ruined white pantyhose on her legs, and she frowned:

"But this time... it really has to be changed."