Using money to buy breakfast for young women (student campus adult novel)

I am an ordinary bank worker, living a regular life from nine to five. I ride a motorcycle to work every day. When I pass through the East District, I always stop near a breakfast cart at the corner of an alley and then walk over to buy breakfast. The breakfast at the breakfast cart tastes pretty good, but what attracts the most attention is the owner of the breakfast cart.

I remember the first time I bought breakfast for her, I thought she looked ordinary, but after buying a few more times, I gradually found her more and more pleasing to the eye. She is in her early 20s, with dark and bright eyes, and her hair is tied in a ponytail. Although her skin is not white, it reveals a healthy glow, probably to make it convenient for her to make rice balls and pancakes. She always wears tight shirts, and the styles are always the same. The cheap clothes wrap her young body, and you can see that her breasts are naturally firm. It is hard to imagine how she, a college student, would be willing to do such hard work. Is she helping her family make a living?

After buying from her a few more times, whenever she handed me the rice balls, I would deliberately touch her hand to feel the tenderness that lasted less than a second. I have always wanted to tell her that I have a stable income and ask her to date me and that I will definitely make her happy, but I never got up the courage.

Until one day, when I went to buy breakfast, I saw a handsome man next to her helping to deliver breakfast to customers. There was also a little boy about 6 or 7 years old next to her, acting like a spoiled child and calling her mom. My heart was broken immediately, and the fantasy of several months was finally shattered. I hurriedly bought breakfast that day and went to the bank where I worked, but my heart couldn't calm down, as if I was back to my first love.

A few days later, I went to buy breakfast again. Watching her frying an omelet in the morning sun, her skin was covered with tiny beads of sweat. I felt so reluctant to let her go, and I made up my mind to see if I could help her so that she wouldn't have to work so hard and in the spotlight.

As I waited, it just so happened that the weather was bad that morning, so she might have closed her stall early and ran to our bank to do some business. I saw her walking towards me with her husband from a distance. She was wearing a blue plaid tight shirt and well-cut jeans, and her figure was still so well-proportioned. An idea suddenly occurred to me, and I hurriedly asked the lady at the counter to come to my office to get the documents. I stood directly at the counter and waited for her to come over to contact me. It turned out that she was here to open an account.

In our bank, you have to go to the counter on the second floor to open an account. I took the couple to the second floor, found an L-shaped sofa and asked them to fill out the information. They may have just closed the stall and felt embarrassed to sit down with oil on their bodies. I told them it was okay and please sit down. Only then did the couple sit down on the edge of the sofa awkwardly. I looked at the two of them thoughtfully and felt that they were really happy.

After reading the information they filled out, I found out that the woman's name was Fan Jiang Yimei. Her surname was a rare double surname, but her first name was very ordinary. She was from Hualien and currently lived in a remote area. She seemed to have a well-proportioned body and might have some aboriginal ancestry. They took 5,000 yuan to open an account. I told them that 100 yuan would be enough, but they insisted on using the 5,000 yuan. I took the neatly arranged but slightly greasy banknotes and asked the lady at the counter to take them for processing.

At this time, I heard the man say, "Yimei, Xiaoyong is about to start elementary school. We can't afford his education. Nowadays, elementary school students need textbooks, tutoring fees, daycare, equipment, etc., which are quite expensive. We also have to rent a house and send money back home. What should we do if we don't have that much money?"

Yi Mei said, "It's okay. We can get up earlier and sell breakfast to raise as much money as possible. After noon, we can help clean the building."

The man said, "I'm so sorry. Bringing you out here didn't make you happy, but instead made you suffer."

Yi Mei said, "It doesn't matter. I'll just do as much as I can."

I thought to myself, they are such an optimistic couple.

The next day I went to buy breakfast again. This time I deliberately didn't bring my helmet. She recognized me as the friendly bank assistant from yesterday and greeted me with a big smile. I smiled back. When she handed me the pancake, I suddenly thought and pretended that I forgot to bring money. I apologized to her and was about to turn around and leave. She said to me, "It's okay. I can give it to you next time." I said to her, "How can I be so embarrassed? Why don't you come to our bank after closing the stall? I'll treat you to a cup of tea and help you use the employee discount deposit. You can get more interest."

As soon as she heard about the preferential interest rate, she agreed immediately and turned to her husband and said, "Brother, you can close the stall first when you're done. I'll go to the bank to do some things later and will be back to help you soon." After I nodded to her husband, her husband recognized me as the assistant manager from yesterday and nodded with a smile. So I went back to the office and waited for Yimei to come.

About 30 minutes later, Yimei came to the assistant manager's office on the second floor and knocked on the door. I asked her to come in and sit down. She was still wearing the kitchen apron she used to make pancakes, which was a little greasy, but her breasts were plump and her youthful body was still visible at a glance. She stroked her hair and listened to me explain the preferential interest rate. Halfway through, I said, "By the way, I haven't given you your breakfast money yet." I opened my purse to return her the money for her breakfast in the morning. When she saw my wallet filled with neatly packed thousand-dollar bills, her eyes were filled with envy.

After talking for a while, she asked, "How much is your monthly salary?"

I thought I finally had an idea, so I answered, "About 200,000!"

She heard a low cry: "So many!"

I said, "Yes!"

Then I turned around and opened the safe behind the desk. There was nearly 3 million yuan in cash inside. I could see that she was even more envious. Seeing that the time was ripe, I said to her, "If you need money, I can give it to you, but..." I paused for a moment and looked into her eyes, my gaze slowly moving to her whole body, her plump breasts, her well-proportioned waist, her slender and slightly fleshy thighs and that dreamy area in between.

Her face turned slightly red, as if she was thinking about something, and she seemed a little angry and a little hesitant. I was a little flustered, so I quickly said, "I'm just kidding. If you need money, I can lend it to you."

She paused and said in a very low voice, "Does it mean you don't have to pay it back if you borrow it?" I was confused and asked, "What?" She lowered her head, then looked up at my face and said, "Is it okay or not? I can give it to you if you want, but you don't have to pay it back, right?"

I understood what she meant, and quickly said, "100,000 yuan for one time, okay? I want it now!"

She nodded slowly and said, "Okay, but be quick. I have to go back to close the stall." Then she took off her coat and pants, but did not take off her underwear, as if she was still thinking about something.

I quickly took out 100,000 yuan and placed it on the clothes she took off, and said to her, "Is it okay?" She nodded slowly, said "um" softly, and took off her underwear.

I asked her to lean against the wall beside the door, and I knelt down and sniffed her mysterious area. A faint smell of fishy smell touched my blood, and my breathing seemed to quicken. I patiently pulled off her panties, stood up, unzipped my zipper, and started moving on her.

After about 3 minutes, she looked at me with a little anxious, regretful and impatient expression. I knew she had to rush back to help, so I said to her, "It will be done soon." She nodded, her eyes looking at the floor next to her. I continued to move on her, and then it was finally done.

She hurriedly put on her clothes and said to me, "Thank you." Then she put the 100,000 yuan away, wrapped it in her apron, and went downstairs.

I looked at her back and smelled a little bit of cooking oil smoke on her body, thinking, "If only I could have known her earlier than her husband."

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