Business Trip (full version) (adult novel adapted from anime)

My name is Xiaoling. I'm 161cm tall and my measurements are 34D 25 36. My age is a secret and my weight is of course also a secret. Although I am single now, the suitors around me keep coming and going like a constant stream. A fortune teller once said: "You have the fate of a young lady. You will be loved by many people." She knew that although she was not a stunning beauty, she would not scare people if she stood out. She could not help but feel sorry for herself as to how could she have such a miserable fate.

I have just recently reported to my new environment and am working at a hospital in Taichung. Three weeks have already passed. These days, I have been chosen by the department director to be his assistant on a business trip. In addition to a pile of heavy research materials, I also have to take care of his five-year-old son. Although I was a little tired, strangely enough, watching his big, lively eyes moving around, I almost thought I had become a mother. In fact, I didn't spend much time with the director. I only knew that he was very busy and serious, and my colleagues were afraid of him. I heard that he is very picky, but I don't think so. I think he is just a little serious. After all, it takes a lot of effort to climb to the position of director when he is just over 40 years old. No wonder the head nurse respects his professionalism.

After the meeting on the first day, I didn’t stay in Taipei for long because I had something to do. After returning my child to the director, I took a bus back to Taichung. In fact, what I called having something to do was just being busy going online and following the team leader to rush into the abyss to kill enemies. It may sound funny! The next day, I accompanied the director on a business trip to Taipei to attend an academic research meeting. As soon as the meeting ended that day, I walked out of the institute, but I didn’t expect that it was already dark. We were supposed to go to Taichung every night, but he stayed because of the request of his five-year-old child. We went to Shilin Night Market together and had some snacks. Seeing that it was getting late, we returned to a hotel a few blocks away from the institution to stay the night. I asked for two rooms from the counter, but was looked at with suspicion, which made me feel uncomfortable. I think she thought we were a couple! Why would we need two rooms with a child? Ignoring her look, I took the elevator upstairs, said good night to each other, and went into the room to wash up. I thought I was almost exhausted and I could finally have a good rest. After washing, I was about to lie down and have a good rest, but unexpectedly he came to knock on the door with the child, saying that the kid refused to sleep and kept shouting that he wanted to find a beautiful aunt. He asked me if he could let the child sleep with me. I touched his child's head helplessly and said: Okay! But you have to be good! I took his child into the room, and he went back to the room to organize the child's things and bring them over.

When he knocked on the door again, the things were already prepared and brought in, including some blankets that his children often used, and they were ready to escort him out of the room. As he approached the door, his steps slowed down until he stopped. I asked him: Is there anything else? He asked if he could come and sleep on the floor, saying that he had been sleeping with the children every night since his divorce, and it would be weird for him to sleep alone tonight and he was afraid of insomnia, and he had one last meeting tomorrow morning. I hesitated in embarrassment, thinking it was not a good idea for a man and a woman to be alone. I wanted to refuse, but he saw that I was in a dilemma, so he said first: I'd better go back to my room and have some sleep. I'm sorry to have troubled you and disturbed you. I'll trouble you to take care of Yaoting. Good night! Then he turned around and was about to leave. At this moment, I felt soft-hearted, so I stopped him and said, "Okay then! Then you sleep on the floor and we sleep on the bed." He said happily: OK! OK! I'll go back and get the luggage, thank you so much! After waiting for a while, he knocked on the door and came into the room. It turned out that he went downstairs to check out of another room. After tidying up a little, we went to bed. I had no idea when I fell asleep. After all, I was really exhausted from being an assistant and a nanny these two days.

Late at night, he got into bed while I was sleeping, got close to me and hugged me. A pair of big hands climbed up to my round breasts without a bra and grasped my fullness. I was awakened by his action, but I couldn't break free from his restraints. He began to tease me, blowing air on my neck and kissing my earlobes. He had already pulled my top down to my neck. He buried his face between my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples with his fingertips from time to time, swirling them with the tip of his tongue, and then taking them into his mouth and sucking. It was too late to push him away now. Although I tried my best to resist, I couldn't resist the honesty of my body. I got wet. I could only express my silent resistance with rapid breathing, letting his hands wander over my body and ironing my whole body with his kisses. After a while, he took off all my clothes, leaving only my underwear hanging on my legs. I knew it was wrong, but my remaining rationality quickly collapsed when his fingers attacked my pistil.

He used his skilled fingering to stimulate my clitoris, his fingers moving in and out of my wet area expertly, bringing me waves of pleasure. My body trembled, trying to stop his fingers from playing, but he broke it with more intense poking. Seeing that I was powerless to resist, he buried his head between my legs, tasting my delicate petals, licking my tender pistil with the tip of his tongue, and sucking the juice that oozed from me with his mouth from time to time, making a loud noise. I grabbed his hair, trying to stop him but couldn't, until I experienced orgasm once again. When he saw me limp, he took advantage of the situation and thrust his swollen penis roughly into my body. When I became alert, it was too late to push him away, he had already penetrated me deeply. I screamed at the sudden penetration and hurriedly pushed his chest and said: "Director, how can you not do this? Take it out quickly." In a panic, the child sleeping next to me woke up. The child thought his father was bullying his aunt. In fact, I was indeed being bullied by his father, and his father's penis was still inserted in me and would not be pulled out.

Because I kept pushing his father, he kept yelling at his father not to bully his aunt. At this time, the director picked up the TV remote control on the bedside table, turned on the cartoon and asked his child to watch TV. It seemed that I was thinking too much to expect a five-year-old child to help me. After the child got out of bed, he looked at me. I said: Director, before I could finish my words, he sealed my mouth with a kiss, making me swallow back my protest. The tips of our tongues intertwined during the deep kiss, and the heat underneath began to twitch slowly, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

After a long kiss, he began to thrust into me at a rhythmic speed. Although I was still holding back, I cried out. I could only hold his arms with both hands and let his hard penis go in and out of my body. He also kissed my white toes and took them into his mouth one by one, sucking them like he was tasting delicious food. In this situation where morality and reality are at odds, I let him slowly wear away all my rationality, and then I climaxed. I believe he also noticed it. He took a breath of pleasure and took a short break. He turned me over and made me kneel down with my buttocks facing his desire. I could only let him hold my waist and let him penetrate from behind again. Then, a series of stimulations and constant slapping sounds had already messed me up. I had forgotten how many times I had orgasmed, and I forgot that I was on a business trip with my boss, but at this moment I was on the bed in the hotel and he was thrusting on me.

By the time I came to my senses, he had already pushed me down into the bed, with my legs pressed to my chest, and then he penetrated me deeply again. He stared at me, looking at my expression, but I avoided his gaze in shame and turned my head away. But his fierce thrusting brought me back to reality. I couldn't help but turn my face towards him and let him kiss me passionately on my lips. Before the afterglow ended, he grasped my full breasts with both hands and kneaded them unscrupulously. He kissed and sucked my buds while speeding up his thrusts. After enjoying them, he opened my legs into an M shape and thrusted wildly as if he wanted to penetrate me. My breasts shook violently. I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I signaled him not to ejaculate inside.

After a fierce thrust, he pulled it out and ejaculated on my face, then put it in my mouth and let me suck and eat the semen. I can't count how many positions we changed and how many times I orgasmed. I thought it would be okay for him to sleep with a child, but I didn't expect to be penetrated anyway. I was woken up by him in the morning, and we did it again. I passively gave him a blowjob, and his child seemed to be "accustomed" to his aunt being bullied, and continued to sleep beside him until he ejaculated inside of him. He didn't seem to be affected by the vibrations and moans we created.

After washing up and having breakfast in the restaurant downstairs, he took a car to the venue. Just like the previous two days, he had a morning meeting and lunch, and waited in the reception room with his children. Fortunately, he was very well behaved and didn't cry or make a fuss. After listening to a few pages of the story book, he fell asleep on my chest, and I didn't know when he fell asleep. When I woke up, it was the director who covered me with his suit jacket to keep me warm. I said embarrassedly: I'm sorry I fell asleep. He said: It's okay, I made you too tired last night. At that moment, my face turned red and I really wanted to find a hole in the ground for it to crawl into.

After dinner, after trying all the delicious food at Raohe Night Market, the three of us took the high-speed rail back to Taichung. Along the way, we just talked about the content of the meeting and the next research, and pretended that what happened last night and this morning had never happened. It was just a few seconds of accidental eye contact with him, but his eyes always swept towards me with a scorching temperature, making me blush several times, and making me stammer, with a blank mind, not knowing what to say or what to say.

When we arrived in Taichung, I changed to his SUV and asked him to give me a ride back home. After saying goodbye to him and the troublesome little devil in the car, I walked into the atrium alone and took the elevator upstairs. I just couldn't understand why I had sex with him twice.

I have mixed feelings, and I don't know how I should face him at work tomorrow, or even in the future.