Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Never Quite Satisfied Today, Li Wei, whom I had been chatting with for some time, invited me out to dinner and a movie. After work, I hurried back to my rented apartment and carefully applied a beautiful, understated makeup look. Then I changed into a black dress. Its cleverly designed square neckline was just low enough to reveal a hint of my excellent cleavage, giving it a touch of mysterious allure without being overly revealing. Finally, I slipped on a pair of five-centimeter heels. Accompanied by the crisp click-clack of my footsteps, I set off for our date, my face alight with anticipation! Li Wei had chosen a fairly popular Western restaurant. When I arrived, he was already sitting quietly in the reserved seat, waiting for me. He wore a white shirt and gray slacks. His outfit was simple, but thanks to his height—183 centimeters—he exuded an air of refined elegance. I secretly rated him in my head: Not bad. He looks somewhat presentable, at least. Tonight, I’ll see what he’s really made of! “Song Yuan, you look beautiful today!” With a smile on his face, Li Wei rose to his feet. His gaze swept lightly over me before he praised me in a sincere tone. “Thank you. You look quite handsome today, too!” ————— “Song Yuan, your figure is absolutely incredible! I could tell you were graceful even in your usual clothes, but who would have thought you’d be this exquisite?” Li Wei’s gaze roamed over my body like a hungry wolf’s, his heated eyes seeming as though they might set me ablaze. I cast him a sidelong glance through half-lowered, seductive eyes. In a soft voice, I said, “Then, big brother, will you give me an especially thrilling experience tonight?” There was a hint of seduction in my voice, like the drifting melody of silk-and-bamboo instruments. My words instantly excited Li Wei. A blush spread across his face, and his breathing quickened. “Tomorrow, you definitely won’t be able to get out of bed!” he declared confidently, as though victory were already his. With that, he impatiently began stripping off my clothes, his movements rough and hurried. I raised one long, slender leg and placed it elegantly on his shoulder. All he had to do was lower his head, and he would be able to see the most secret of sights. By then, that place was already surging like a volcano on the verge of eruption, brimming with endless passion. “You little temptress!” Li Wei growled, completely conquered by my charms. In an instant, the hotel room filled with my happy moans, tinged with abandon and surrender. Twenty minutes later, I rose and wrapped myself in a white bath towel before walking into the bathroom. After closing the door, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. The traces of desire had yet to fade from my face; my cheeks were flushed, and my eyes hazy. I let out a soft sigh. “Haah… Could all the men these days really be this mediocre?” I muttered to myself, my heart filled with disappointment. Had the internet, smartphones, staying up late, mobile games, cigarettes, and alcohol really drained their bodies dry at such an early age? One after another, they looked strong on the outside but were weak within. And they still had the nerve to promise that I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. At this moment, I felt strong enough to lift twenty kilograms of weights without breaking a sweat! I turned on the hot water and let the warm stream wash away the lingering sensuality from my body, taking my slight disappointment and dissatisfaction with it. Afterward, I wrapped myself in the towel again and walked out of the bathroom. “Li Wei, I’m leaving first. There’s a PowerPoint presentation for tomorrow morning’s meeting that I still have to finish. I need to hurry back and get back to being a corporate workhorse.” I spoke lightly, all traces of my earlier warmth and seduction gone from my voice. After saying that, I quickly put on my clothes and pants, grabbed my phone and purse, and ignored Li Wei’s attempts to persuade me to stay and the reluctant look in his eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, I strode away in my high heels. ———— My name is Song Yuan. I’m twenty-seven years old, 167 centimeters tall, and weigh forty-seven kilograms. My graceful figure is slender and well-proportioned. I graduated from an ordinary second-tier university and now work an office job at a medium-sized company, spending every day navigating a sea of documents and trivial tasks. Although my salary isn’t particularly impressive, I’m my parents’ only daughter, and they treasure me like the apple of their eyes. They run a small business back in our rural hometown. In our peaceful little county, they live fairly comfortably. As a result, unlike many young people today, I have never been crushed beneath the pressure of buying a house, buying a car, or being hurried into marriage until I could barely breathe. My life is simple and regular. I work eight hours a day, and at six in the evening, when the setting sun casts its afterglow across the city streets, I clock out right on time. I don’t have many refined hobbies. My only “extracurricular activity” is exchanging so-called life experience with my boyfriends. (Yes, exactly what everyone is thinking. Hehe~) I’m not exceptionally beautiful. I’m not the kind of woman who leaves people stunned at first sight. I can only be counted among the portion of the population that isn’t unattractive. Fortunately, my body is wonderfully proportioned. My legs are long and slender, straight as bamboo poles; my waist is so slim it seems as though it could be grasped in one hand; and my breasts are full and firm. Once I applied a light layer of makeup, the delicate cosmetics added a brilliant splash of color to my otherwise ordinary features, giving me a surprisingly convincing allure. I’m not love-brained. From childhood, the love my parents gave me flowed through my heart like a murmuring stream, leaving me emotionally fulfilled. I simply enjoy pleasure and yearn for the ultimate physical experience. I long for a man who can drive me wild, who can occupy my heart through that secret passage and leave me unable to stop, as though I had fallen into a dream from which there was no escape. Unfortunately, Heaven does not always grant a person’s wishes! I’ve had five boyfriends. My first love was a senior at university, one year above me. Like me, he wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t handsome either. He was tall and slender, and when he put on a pair of glasses, he looked refined and scholarly, with a bookish air about him. He was quite convincing in the role. My second boyfriend was a classmate I met during my junior year, after my senior graduated and broke up with me. He loved playing basketball and had an extremely sturdy build. His muscle lines were smooth and powerful, and his skin was the kind of bronzed color filled with intensely masculine appeal, radiating a primitive allure. My third, fourth, and fifth boyfriends were all relationships I began after entering the workforce. Of course, none of them were my colleagues. I dislike office romances. In my view, as a corporate “workhorse,” I still couldn’t afford to neglect the basic principles of survival in the workplace. I had no desire to tangle my feelings and my career into one enormous mess. Every boyfriend had one thing in common: none of them had managed to give me a truly satisfying feeling. It was like eating a meal when you were hungry, only to end up neither full nor starving. That persistent itch in your heart grew especially unbearable with time. So, without exception, after I grew tired of sleeping with each boyfriend, we parted amicably, like two intersecting lines that gradually drifted apart. Many of my colleagues gossiped behind my back and called me fickle, but I didn’t see it that way. In this age of equality between men and women, why shouldn’t I seek a partner in a way that fulfilled my physical desires? Love should be a free pursuit to begin with. Why should I let myself be shackled by other people’s worldly opinions?