Chapter 17

One morning three months later, I drove my Audi A6 to the group headquarters to work. I was already used to the working atmosphere.

Dad Shen arranged a position for me like an imperial envoy, as the deputy director of the group’s supervision department. I could inquire about everything from recruitment to dismissal, from production process to confidential formula, from purchase and sales to cashier accounting. Although I did not have direct disposal power, I had the power to communicate directly with the head of the branch company and ask for rectification. The supervision department was only responsible to Dad Shen.

The director was an old man in his sixties. He was also the secretary of the group’s party committee. However, he never took charge of things and rarely spoke. Since I joined the group, he only focused on party affairs. It was only when I joined the group that I first knew that private enterprises also had party committees.

Although I didn’t have any specific work tasks, I was still very diligent in taking people to various branches. Not only because Mr. Shen told me to use this position to get familiar with the operation of the branch, expand my network, and have the opportunity to be independent, but also because I like the feeling of being surrounded and flattered. No matter where I go, there are people to accompany me. I just need to listen to what they say, and the occasional approval or inquiry will get a diligent response.

So I ran around, getting to know people while humbly learning what they introduced and the key points and inside stories of many things.

It’s almost the New Year, and the notice of holiday has come out. Except for those who stay on duty, everyone is preparing to stop work and finish the work.

When I walked into the office building, people stopped what they were doing and greeted me. A slight nod was regarded as a response. My initial silence made me inexplicably cultivate prestige. Of course, this prestige is inseparable from Mr. Shen’s personal meeting announcement and taking me to various branches for inspection.

“Lulu, are the materials I asked for yesterday ready? Bring them here for me to see!” I walked into the hall of the Supervision Department with a breeze and shouted to the employees of the Supervision Department who were saluting me, and then went straight to my independent office.

Yes, the first thing I did after becoming the deputy minister was to abuse my power for personal gain. I took advantage of the recruitment of people in the Supervision Department to bring Lulu into the group as my forbidden fruit.

After secretly watching my parents’ sex scene that day, I drove back to Lanwan Community again.

I hesitated for a long time downstairs, and then went upstairs with a guilty conscience and knocked on Lulu’s door, venting my strong sexual impulse on her again.

Then this kind of thing became normal, because I suddenly indulged in the feeling of peeping, and the ecstasy made me feel comfortable all over. I even secretly installed several pinhole cameras in their bedroom. After the installation, I not only did not feel guilty, but I felt a surge of palpitations and satisfaction with pleasure.

After I had Lulu, I stopped masturbating. I vented my strong sexual impulses on her. Every time I imagined her as my mother, every time we had silent sex, she would slowly change from a resigned corpse to a lustful woman chasing me madly, as if she had given up on herself.

A voice in my heart told me that once a person has ambition, he is no longer innocent, and everything he does is to fulfill his wish.

But I don’t want to admit that after so many things, my mother and I can no longer go back to the past. I vented all my sexual impulses for my mother on Lulu. I tried hard to maintain my mood and relationship with my mother, and I followed the rules and didn’t cross the line, except for the peeping...

The urge brewing in my heart was really irresistible. I used the tablet to peek every night. My parents had sex regularly, only on Wednesdays and Sundays. Every time, my mother used her perfect figure to serve my father, teased and pleased my father with her body and words, and used her beautiful face as a cushion for my father’s penis, letting my father’s half-hard penis lie on her face and breathe. After each time, she looked very satisfied and praised my father with words, which made me wonder if I had seen it wrong, and suspected that my cognition might be biased. I began to think that women’s orgasms might also be like my mother’s.

When we don’t have sex, I feel extremely satisfied even if I just see my mother sleeping quietly. Her sleeping posture is so beautiful and her face is so peaceful. As I watch her, I slowly imagine the feeling of my mother lying in my arms, and recall the feeling of forcibly violating her body when I was a freshman...

As I was thinking, Lulu walked into my office holding a folder. She locked the door very tactfully because I didn’t ask her to prepare any materials yesterday. It has become a habit to do morning exercises every day.

I held Lulu’s questioning face and kissed her painfully. The sexual desire that had been suppressed all night made my hands wander back and forth on her petite body until she was out of breath. Then I held her waist and turned her around, lifted her straight skirt, pushed aside her small underwear, and took out my penis and inserted it into her body.

Her vagina was dry, but it effectively rubbed my coronal sulcus, which was itchy and unbearable. The itching made me thrust my waist and abdomen to drill into the deepest part of her body...

Lulu supported her body balance with both hands on my desk. Her small waist was held by my hands and she could not resist and let me stir and conquer in her vagina.

Slowly, her vagina began to spontaneously ooze love juice and began to lubricate our genitals, but it reduced my pleasure. I increased the speed of pulling and the intensity of stirring to pursue the comfortable friction.

In just ten minutes, I started the final sprint. I was crazy thinking about my mother’s body in my heart, thinking about satisfying her lust on behalf of my father. I held Lulu’s waist up and down and stroked my itchy penis and heart, and shot my semen into the depths of her vagina. After shooting, I was reluctant to let go of my hands, letting the softened penis continue to soak in her wet vagina, feeling the throbbing of her body, imagining that it was the submission of my mother’s body.

“Do you really treat me as a bitch?” Lulu’s voice rang out, and she trembled and broke free from the grip of my hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I quickly let go of her and turned her around to hold her in my arms to apologize.

“It’s okay! It’s okay to treat me as a bitch! This is what I should do.” Lulu’s eyes were full of tears. She tilted her head, her face twisted and insisted on not blinking, using this method to hold back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes.

“I’m sorry, you are so beautiful, I really can’t help it!” I praised her on impulse, and reached out to wipe away the tears that overflowed from her eyes.

“Stop it, you are a playboy like you, you have seen all kinds of women, you just like the excitement of having an affair, especially when my son is present.” Lulu supported her body with force and got out of my arms.

“Uh ... How is this possible...”

“That time in the cafe, as soon as my son came, you reached into my clothes and couldn’t help it for a moment. You did the same thing at my house. I warn you, don’t touch me in front of my son! Now I only live for my son! Other times, you can do whatever you want.” Lulu’s tone changed from calm to stern, and then to shy.

“Okay~ I know!” I touched my nose. Lulu’s tone was very hostile, but I couldn’t get angry, perhaps because of the aura of maternal love that suddenly emerged from her.

I still feel guilty psychologically for treating a living mother as a tool. Although Lulu’s sudden emotion made her say harsh words, she still squatted diligently under my lower body and soaked the wet paper towel with hot water before helping me clean my penis.

After finishing the cleaning work, Lulu went out. I sat in the boss chair to calm down, resumed the saint mode, and began to summarize the work during this period in my mind, and then wrote it down, and gave it to Father Shen as an end-of-year summary from the perspective of an expert to reflect my value.

Although he never cared about my actions, my father told me that a purely emotional relationship could not withstand the test of wind and rain, and I had to prove the meaning of my existence.

I didn’t even go out for lunch, but only ate the snacks and coffee that Lulu brought me. I sat at my desk and typed a few tens of thousands of words of work summary, expounding on my work experience, summarizing the advantages and disadvantages I saw, and giving suggestions.

I read it again, corrected the typos and punctuation, and submitted it for printing with satisfaction. I stretched my waist and looked at the time. It was already four o’clock in the afternoon.

“Zhang Hao!” While waiting for the printer to work, a familiar female voice came, and Shen Rui rushed into my office again.

“What’s wrong?” As I found my position in Pentium Group, I could no longer treat Shen Rui as coldly as before. I began to accommodate this Pentium princess who grew up with me. Although she was not a dog-licker, her attitude changed a lot. At least she admitted the fact that she was her younger brother and accepted the nickname Zhang Hao. I don’t know if it was maturity or sensitivity to status, or both.