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Chapter 26 Part 2 Night Call, Neighbor Firm, and Pantry Assault
"Credit card service? As in delinquent accounts?" I thought of Xu Yingzhi's cousin, Yang Feiyi.
"No. Girls who meet the criteria can get credit cards, and if they provide sexual companionship to VIP clients that the bank assigns, they get part of their debt waived per session. Sending now, got it?"
"Yeah, I see it." I scanned the profiles and spotted a familiar face I'd met once.
"Wow, high schoolers get cards now?"
"Haha, everyone has one. There aren't many MILFs on that list, so it's not really for me. You pick and let the bank know. If that's all, I'll log off. Say hi to the team."
The chat ended. Outside, people were packing up. Some men were tugging women along; after‑hours hookups were encouraged. It built "team" chemistry.
So far, morale really was decent.
I shut my laptop and dialed.
Yiyi answered from what sounded like a quiet room already home.
"Hey, Yayi. Coming back? Still working?"
"I'm just leaving. You and Jiahua are home?"
"Mm. We had dinner, watched a movie, now we're watching TV."
"Wow, fast friends. What did you watch?"
"A costume comedy. Ridiculously long title Purehearted Swordsman, Pretty Merchant: Two Days One Night in the Killing Fields. No idea, we just giggled the whole time."
"I haven't even taken you to a movie yet. Bad boyfriend. It's past eleven. Go to bed and leave me a bit of space on the edge."
"Haha, we still have things to talk about. We might be awake when you come back."
"Even better. Then none of us will sleep."
She laughed. "Don't overthink it. Come back soon. Don't overwork."
"Want me to bring supper?"
"No, we're eating ice cream. Just get home."
"Alright, see you in a bit."
She clearly wanted to take Jiahua out to decompress. As expected, they'd gotten along once you scrape away old friction.
I stretched, powered down the machine, and was about to leave when a thought crossed my mind. I stepped into the hallway.
Our project team rented half of the fifteenth floor; the other half belonged to a cultural planning firm.
In output, they were quieter than us. In "culture"? We had to bow.
Their lights were still on. Someone was inside.
I walked over and studied their entrance wall.
Most companies hang logos behind a front desk. They had no name panel, no receptionist's desk just rows of clothes racks mounted on the wooden wall, polished metal gleaming under spotlights, lined up in perfect order.
On one rack hung a pair of black women's briefs.
They didn't sell lingerie. Those panties were the female employees' "clock‑in."
Instead of timecards, the women started each day by taking off their panties and hanging them on the rack. At night, they reclaimed them put them on or bag them, then left.
The men clocked in normally with fingerprints.
Fun in‑house policy?
The first time I'd seen one of their girls bend over and peel off her panties at the rack, I'd been floored. Around noon, a strange scent drifted into the stairwell. When I looked up at the wall of colorful panties, I knew why.
Companies in this world had all sorts of ways to toy with female staff. I'd visited one financial firm where all the women were required to be nude rare, but it exists.
Most rules were lighter: female interns nude during probation, or one "all‑nude day" a month.
For Xunxing, as a startup, it wasn't time yet. Beyond the front desk, we had no formal "policies." But when things stabilized, morale might need some "reform."
I'd stayed back from the delivery girl earlier; if someone in this company was still around at this hour, I wasn't going to be polite.
But the open office area and private rooms looked empty. Then a voice drifted from a dim pantry.
"Ah who are you? What are you doing here?"
I jumped. A full‑figured woman in her thirties stood there with a coffee. She looked surprised.
The beast had found prey.
I didn't bother talking. I lunged. She only realized what was happening when I ripped open the front of her one‑piece dress, exposing a black bra the twin of the panties on the rack.
She hadn't expected such directness. By the time I'd dragged her top down to her waist, she managed an "Ah!" and stumbled back.
"What are you doing? Stop! No! I have to work!" Futile words. I couldn't help but smile.
"Who's going to hear you?"
I scooped her up and pinned her on the pantry sofa.
I tore off the soft, thin bra. Her white breasts, far better than the delivery girl's, filled my hands.
But I didn't want to waste time. I stripped her in a few moves. After a day without panties, her lower half was slick and sticky; the mature "fish" was plump and inviting. After watching my guys with the delivery girl, I was bursting. Now I could finally let go.
She flailed, but how strong can anyone be after an entire day and night? I held her down and, once she sagged from exhaustion, I drove in.
Watching a woman be forced from resistance to surrender from grimacing to completely letting go, opening her gate to my battering ram and moaning with parted lips satisfies more than just the body or the act of spilling. It's the conquest.
"Thanks, beauty. I needed that," I said afterward, pulling out and sliding forward to smear my glans along her cheek, wiping off the last streaks.
She lay silent at first, then her eyes filled with pity. Guilt pricked me. I tossed her clothes back to her and dressed, then set a twenty on the table.
"I should have locked the door… sigh…" She sat up, sighed, and muttered, "A pervert has it easy."
"Hahaha, don't be stingy. With a figure like that, the neighbors deserve a share. Are you off? I'll drive you home."
Is there a light left on for me in this night city?
If there is, then I'm not doing too badly.
I locked the car and looked up. A light was still on. Yiyi was awake. I sighed lightly.
It was past midnight; a new day had begun. No messages from Jiabi; Huijie must not be awake yet.
"Yayi, you're back so late?" Yiyi swung the door open and took my briefcase.
"Yeah, lots to do. Where's Jiahua?"
Yiyi pointed at the bedroom door, slightly ajar. Second Miss lay under the quilt, seemingly asleep.
"Good. Rest is good. Yiyi, have you showered?"
"Of course not. I've been waiting for you." She smiled; warmth lit her eyes.
Bathing together is the greatest pleasure shower or tub. Lather each other, scrub each other, rinse each other, towel each other, talk; and most importantly, couple.
"Remember our first time?" she asked.
"Of course. You came in naked. You looked hilarious, like you'd never showered with a girl shrinking back, stiff as a board. If I hadn't taken the lead, you wouldn't have dared touch me." She tossed our clothes into the washer and leaned against me. I turned on the water; steam rose as I held her waist and watched the heat flush her skin.
"Don't twist it. I grabbed you from behind and you moaned right away. Never felt that before, right?" I said.
"You're full of it. I rubbed my legs and breasts on you for ages before you reacted. Back in school, guys pounced and groped me on sight. Only you just stood there."
Back then, I'd only recently arrived in this world; sharing a place with Yiyi had overwhelmed me. She'd walked in naked while I was showering. Of course I'd reacted but now that scene was one of her favourite ways to tease me.
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