Hey guys, below is a true story I experienced. Everything I tell in this story is based on my own experiences (a time period I’m not comfortable sharing).

My name is K, I’m 24 years old and just finished my two years of military service. I’m left feeling lost and alone with a meager allowance, no degree, and no work experience. At an age that’s not exactly young enough to be considered a working adult, it’s because I was too preoccupied with having fun during my university years and didn’t acquire any knowledge, not even a degree. The only things I have are a decent command of a foreign language and proficient computer skills. After being discharged in September, I didn’t know what to do to earn money. My only thought was to just find a job at some company near my house to earn some money for living expenses and the Lunar New Year, and then go abroad for work under the government’s preferential program next year. So I got a job at that company, a fairly large factory, in a position that was almost the lowest, practically unskilled labor. That’s okay, because for me, it’s just a job to help me reintegrate and get used to the industrial cycle.

On the day of my interview, the interviewer was the manager, a 32-year-old woman from the North. She was very open and welcoming throughout the interview, but what caught my attention most was her office attire. Although the factory didn’t require office workers to dress like that, she was wearing a dark blue business suit, a white shirt with a bow tie. She wasn’t very tall, but I think she was around 1.62 meters, very slender. What caught my eye was her well-developed, shapely bottom beneath her office skirt. Her legs were quite long and toned, yet slim, subtly visible through her stockings. Her face wasn’t the pretty or seductive type, but rather charming with dimples and a fair complexion. Perhaps it was her figure, face, fashion sense, and gentle, open personality that earned her the nickname “Miss Congeniality” at the factory. Her only drawback was her appearance. In my opinion, it’s her bust size; I find it quite small, and that’s why I’ve ruled her out as my type. (I might change my mind later.)

You might think the manager is the female lead, right? No, that’s not the case, because as I said, she’s not my type, and my principle is no infidelity , no complicity in infidelity .

Introduction: “This is a true story, told from my own recollections. It will take a while to get to the sex scenes, and I won’t be able to describe them realistically . I’ll try to release chapters regularly. Thank you, everyone.”

I started my job, as I mentioned above, a very ordinary job, mostly manual labor with a little computer use. I just went to work quietly, speaking little and interacting little with my teammates because I felt inferior, as most of the employees were office workers. I was also an office worker, but my position was in the warehouse, full of chemical smells and materials, with an old, incompetent team leader who always pretended to be knowledgeable. This old man always looked down on me because I didn’t show much, just quietly worked and didn’t pay much attention to anything around me. He would regret it later, because you never know what life will throw at you. Everything went smoothly until one day my department had its monthly party. I received an email with the schedule and location, but feeling awkward and unhappy, I silently left. My plan for that weekend afternoon was to go swimming and have a few beers with my friends from the neighborhood. I went straight from the factory to the pool and swam for about 45 minutes before going to the restroom to change. When I checked my phone, I saw many messages and calls from the “beauty queen” manager. I called her back, and she insisted that I attend the party that afternoon because she had something to announce to everyone. Unable to refuse, I had no choice but to go. I arrived just as everyone else had started their meal at a riverside restaurant, beer and seafood, so boring… I was lost in thought when the team leader mentioned me, half jokingly, half reproachfully, saying I wasn’t very sociable and that I was planning to skip dinner today. Then he made me drink three glasses of beer. The beer was like cold water poured into a sink for me. As the alcohol flowed, so did the conversation, and I became more outgoing with my colleagues. I waited and waited, but the team leader still hadn’t announced anything important, even though I was getting tipsy. Then everyone went to a second round at a karaoke bar. Once inside, everyone was silent. The manager took the microphone and spoke about her announcement: my department was about to undergo a change in direction. Each person in the department would have to rewrite the work procedures, operational methods, and improvement plans. If the board of directors approved, they would receive a salary increase and promotion; otherwise, they would have to leave the department or be dismissed. Working as an employee for people whose plans have been approved, I briefly thought to myself, “I don’t need this connection; my plan is in Germany or Japan,” but whatever, if the manager tells me to, I’ll do it.

After the plan was explained, the music started playing, but some people’s faces were no longer comfortable, especially the recent graduates and the older guys, but the old guy in my group had a smug look on his face. Feeling annoyed, I went to the restroom to smoke. Before I could light my cigarette, a woman came from the restroom area. She teased me, saying I should quit smoking so I could find a girlfriend faster. I turned around, smiled, and put the cigarette back in my pocket. At this point, because of the beer, I couldn’t control my gaze. My eyes quickly darted to her backside, the most attractive feature I noticed. She was standing parallel to me, wearing wide-leg blue jeans that accentuated 90% of her curves. She also wore a loose shirt over a tight-fitting tank top. I didn’t pay much attention to this until I was standing close to her. Her curvaceous hips were framed by a very slim waist, even though she had a three-year-old child and was in her early 30s. Her flat stomach beneath the tight t-shirt and her backside were absolutely perfect. I hadn’t… I quickly glanced down at her chest, and she said to me:

Clq: Please try your best during this time. I’ve reviewed your profile, your personal Facebook (I accidentally noticed you’re not added as a friend), and I know you’ve just completed your military service. Combined with your work ethic over the past month, I think you’ll have a report that your superiors will approve.

I replied: “No, ma’am, I’ll still do my best, but whether it gets approved or not isn’t important to me, because to be honest, I’ll be quitting my job by Tet (Lunar New Year), which is only a few months away.”

CQL: Think carefully about this, because the new organizational chart will create a very important position for our department and the entire factory in the future—a completely new position. The management will review and evaluate each person, and the salary will be much higher than what everyone is currently receiving.

I just mumbled something in response, smiled slightly, and went back into the room with her to continue drinking. When the party ended, I ambled to my car, smoking as I went, and ran into her and a few girls from the room waiting for a taxi. They called out to me, so I put out my cigarette and went over to chat. They were all a bit tipsy, and one of them kept complimenting me on my tall, slender figure, saying I wasn’t handsome but had a cool, edgy look. They all burst out laughing. After everyone else got into their cars, I noticed she was the only one left. I asked her what was wrong, and she said they lived in the city center and were too drunk, so she was helping them hail a taxi. She couldn’t drink much, so she was sober and lived in the opposite direction, so she was waiting for a taxi later. I found out she lived in an apartment building near mine, so I offered to give her a ride home. She agreed. Because I didn’t have a helmet and wanted to avoid a police checkpoint, I took a shortcut home. When we reached the dirt road near the riverbank, the car jolted, and she leaned slightly towards me. I smelled a faint scent, enough to make my erection rise strongly. After chatting for a while, I felt her sitting closer to me, and I… I could feel the softness of her V1 lightly touching my back, though I didn’t know if it was her breast or something else, but whatever. I looked back at the rearview mirror and at her face, beautiful, somewhat like Diễm My 9x, and her body too, except for her V1. Although I said she wasn’t my type, on an evening like this, by the riverside, with such a hot body sitting behind me, it really made me have some lewd thoughts. Just as I was having a sperm-induced brain frenzy, she interrupted my train of thought.

She said, “Actually, I can see your capabilities and your careful, detail-oriented work style through the reports you send, the way you compose emails, and the way I’ve seen you communicate with foreigners a few times. I want you to understand that staying in Vietnam will also offer many opportunities for an employee like you; you don’t need to go abroad yet. Just go back to school to get a degree and add some soft skills, and you will still be able to advance. If you are truly serious, I will share more with you about the general work process of the department. Try doing the process for me, and I will compare and evaluate. I believe that with your personality, you will not refuse this offer from me.”

The car arrived at the apartment building gate, where her husband and their child were waiting. They looked very well-matched. It was almost 9 PM. He thanked me profusely and invited me up to their apartment, but I declined, promising to meet another time. That night, I thought back on what she had said. Indeed, after listening to her, I completely dismissed any lewd thoughts in my head and felt the sincerity and tact in her words. So I picked up my phone to text her that I agreed to try, but I was afraid it wouldn’t be appropriate late at night, so I waited until Monday morning to meet her and discuss it. After receiving the detailed CV descriptions for each team in my department, I had to work on the procedures for my position while also trying to improve the overall process for the entire team. There were quite a few unfamiliar things, many new things, and I thought, “I’ll just do my job well and see how the important thing goes.” My plan was divided into many parts, each… The process involved creating a bilingual CV with a single heading, setting up a new spreadsheet file (my department uses MS Office). After a week of staying up late, I focused on the areas I truly understood and worked on in detail, skipping the parts I didn’t understand. Regarding the spreadsheet, I created a new file for the entire department, linking all the data together, streamlining operations… and submitted it to the manager. After one, two, three days, and then the announcement day, everyone entered the meeting room one by one, with the manager and the board of directors for evaluation. I was the last one. The results were in; some were happy, others pensive. I went in, and when she saw me, she smiled. She was still wearing her business suit, but without the jacket, just a shirt and skirt. Her posture, with her legs crossed, accentuated her perfect figure and curves. The manager gave me a very positive review of my detailed plan. She praised my courage in omitting unclear or unfamiliar parts to focus on my strengths. She added, “The director has already said what I wanted to say. I’d like to commend you further for your idea to improve the spreadsheet file; it will be implemented in the department next month after a few more revisions.” And just like that, I shot up to a better position, working independently and reporting only to the department head. My salary increased significantly, and I got a cool, clean workspace right next to the manager’s office. I texted her, thanking her for her dedicated guidance and for giving me an opportunity I never dreamed of, and told her, “If you need anything in the future, just give me a call.” My impression of her is that she is a dignified, serious, and traditional woman, yet also very skillful in communication. Working closely with her, I gradually came to respect her and consider her like an older sister. Any inappropriate thoughts I had disappeared from my mind without me even realizing it…