Part 2: Storms and the Journey of Downfall.

Before I knew it, Tet (Lunar New Year) was approaching. During this time, I was swamped with work and new projects, leaving little time to meet up with colleagues, mostly communicating via text messages and emails. I worked more with the assistants of the bosses at the factory, and it seemed my luck was improving, and my romantic prospects were also on the rise. Although I’m not exactly handsome, I have a pretty good physique. Thanks to long-term training, my body is quite toned, but not overly muscular, and my height is also decent. On the afternoon of the last working day of the year, my company took a very early holiday break, so everyone held a year-end party and invited the Director and her assistant, both Korean, to attend. I had only spoken to this assistant once or twice because we rarely worked together, so I didn’t know her age, only that she was unmarried and lived alone in an apartment near the factory… During the party, I sat opposite her. That’s when I really got to admire her because I’m usually too busy to pay attention to pretty girls around me. OMG, she’s beautiful! She has that kind of Korean look with eyes that seem to smile, her skin always looks so smooth and radiant, she’s petite but tall for Vietnamese women. She’s small but her bust isn’t small at all, it’s definitely a perfect figure, no joke. Only her hips are a bit small. If you added her and the Director together and divided them, you’d probably get a stunningly beautiful woman… It was a year-end party, so everyone drank heavily. I was still the same, quiet, just focused on drinking. After a while, Ms. Ql and the director told me and the waitress to get acquainted and exchange phone numbers because we would have to work together on some issues after Tet. That’s how I accidentally got her number. After a brief introduction in English, she said to just speak Vietnamese, she was very fluent in Vietnamese. So we raised our glasses to toast, and I have to say she drank beer like a pro. I also drank back and forth, one glass after another, then five or six glasses. When everyone offered her a drink, I joined in, urging her to drink for fun, and she lightly kicked my leg with her foot. At this point, because I had been sitting for a long time, my pants had been pulled up a bit, so when she touched my skin, it felt like an electric shock; her skin was very cool, smooth, and white. After that initial touch, I nodded and didn’t force her to drink anymore. I even helped her with a few drinks later. Unexpectedly, her foot touched mine—at first, her foot, which was now off her high heels. I thought it was accidental, and since I was also tipsy, I didn’t pull my foot away. She let me, and continued chatting with the girl next to her, her expression unreadable. After a while, my leg got a little tired, so I stretched it out, unintentionally bringing our legs closer together. She glanced at me, then gently touched my shin with her foot, moving lightly. At that moment, she smiled slightly at me. Ugh, I was so infatuated that I almost lost my mind, and the urge to pee from the beer came over me. I had to get up and relieve myself immediately, even though I regretted it… My habit is to smoke when I go to the restroom. I noticed that when I got up, she also got up and went into the women’s restroom. I was smoking when she walked past without saying a word. I called out to her, “Are you drunk yet?”She replied, “There’s still a little left, I can drink until midnight.” At this point, she turned back to talk and stood closer to me. I noticed her style of dress, and it really aroused me. I have to say, I’m not really into revealing, provocative styles; my preference is for women who dress tastefully but still show off what needs to be shown… She was wearing a long, knee-length gray pencil skirt, made of a thin, stretchy khaki fabric that hugged her lower body. I saw her long, slender legs and the curves of her small, round buttocks. It was then that I realized small buttocks have their own beauty. Hers was just right, round and pretty, flattering her figure without being overly voluptuous like my manager’s, but with her body proportions, I think it was already beautiful. She was wearing a slightly dark-colored polo shirt tucked neatly into the skirt, making her breasts peek out from under the shirt… At this point, because it had been half a year since I’d been with a girl, and… There was beer available, so I was really craving it. I thought, “Nowadays, it doesn’t matter who’s good-looking, just assume you can eat right away…” After chatting for a bit, I learned her age; she’s 28, four years older than me, but her face is as young as a high school student’s. From our conversation, I learned she wasn’t going back to Korea for Tet (Lunar New Year) but staying in Vietnam to do a cross-country trip, as she had over two weeks off. I half-jokingly said, “So, around the first day of Tet, let me know which province you’ll be in, and I’ll fly over to buy you drinks and give you a New Year’s gift.” She laughed heartily like a Korean, gave me an “ok” sign, and winked. When the party ended, everyone went to Skybar for a second round. I hate noise, so I excused myself and left early. Ms. QL also went home to pack her things for her trip back to the North with her family tomorrow. I drank a bit too much today, so I took a motorbike taxi home. When I got to the gate, I saw that figure standing there holding a bag. I went over and asked her what she was doing, and she said she was waiting for me. I thought she was joking, but she really was waiting. She said it was still early, she’d eaten a lot, and the weather was getting warmer near Tet. It was quite cool, so I wanted to walk back to my apartment. At the drinking session, I mentioned that her apartment was near mine, so she asked if I could walk with her. I was too lazy to do anything because I’d easily need to pee after drinking a lot, but since she was beautiful, I nodded in agreement…She’s 28, four years older than me, but looks as young as a high school student. Talking to her, I learned she didn’t go back to Korea for Tet (Lunar New Year) but stayed in Vietnam for a cross-country trip, having over two weeks off. I half-jokingly said, “So, let me know which province you’ll be in around the first day of Tet, and I’ll fly over to treat you to drinks and give you a lucky money gift.” She laughed heartily like a Korean, gave me an “ok” sign, and winked. When the party ended, everyone went to Skybar for a second round. I hate noise, so I excused myself and left early. Ms. QL also went home to pack her things for her trip back to the North with her family tomorrow. I drank a bit too much today, so I took a motorbike taxi home. When I got to the gate, I saw her standing there holding a bag. I went over and asked her, and she said she was waiting for me. I thought she was joking, but she really was waiting. She said it was still early, she’d eaten a lot, and the weather was quite cool near Tet, so she wanted to walk back to her apartment. At the drinking table, I mentioned her apartment was near mine, so she waited and suggested we walk back together. I’m too lazy to drink because it makes me pee easily, but oh well, because she’s beautiful, I nodded in agreement…She’s 28, four years older than me, but looks as young as a high school student. Talking to her, I learned she didn’t go back to Korea for Tet (Lunar New Year) but stayed in Vietnam for a cross-country trip, having over two weeks off. I half-jokingly said, “So, let me know which province you’ll be in around the first day of Tet, and I’ll fly over to treat you to drinks and give you a lucky money gift.” She laughed heartily like a Korean, gave me an “ok” sign, and winked. When the party ended, everyone went to Skybar for a second round. I hate noise, so I excused myself and left early. Ms. QL also went home to pack her things for her trip back to the North with her family tomorrow. I drank a bit too much today, so I took a motorbike taxi home. When I got to the gate, I saw her standing there holding a bag. I went over and asked her, and she said she was waiting for me. I thought she was joking, but she really was waiting. She said it was still early, she’d eaten a lot, and the weather was quite cool near Tet, so she wanted to walk back to her apartment. At the drinking table, I mentioned her apartment was near mine, so she waited and suggested we walk back together. I’m too lazy to drink because it makes me pee easily, but oh well, because she’s beautiful, I nodded in agreement…

The weather in early spring in the South is very pleasant. My neighborhood is relatively clean with lots of trees and parks, so every night there are many people walking. My girlfriend and I walked and chatted about random things, sometimes Korean, sometimes English. After a while, I noticed that her feet seemed to hurt because she was wearing high heels. At that point, I offered to give her my Crocs (the kind of clogs I was wearing) and I went barefoot, and I conveniently carried her bag – probably with a laptop in it, as it was quite heavy. Once freed from her restraints, she started running and jumping around, and I comfortably followed behind, admiring her body. When she turned around and smiled, her round breasts jiggled. I guessed they must be very round and pink. Her figure was the perfect slender type, and her style of dress was exactly my type, so I really desired her. The more I desired her, the more the urge to pee came. When we reached the foot of the apartment building, I was both relieved to finally be able to pee and disappointed to have to say goodbye to her. To be honest… I never thought I could eat this baby, so I gave up the idea and turned around. She pulled my sleeve and thanked me profusely. At that moment, all I wanted was for her to go upstairs quickly so I could find a place to pee. Suddenly, she invited me up to her room for water and fruit as a thank you. Even though I desperately needed to pee, I readily agreed because I thought it was a chance to get closer to the beautiful girl. I stepped into the elevator and stood behind her, admiring her back, long legs, and round buttocks beneath her clothes. I couldn’t take it anymore; I wanted it so badly. I’d probably have to masturbate tonight… When I got upstairs, the first thing I did was rush to the bathroom to relieve myself and wash my face to wake myself up. When I came out, I looked around the apartment and noticed how neat and tidy it was, just like her sense of style. It was very neat, even though the apartment wasn’t very big, only about 50 square meters per bedroom. Her arrangement made the room look very functional and spacious. I saw her rummaging through the refrigerator, bending down to get something, and her hand got caught in her bag. That ass… if I weren’t a decent person, I would have pulled that dress down and doggy-styled her to release all the pent-up desire in my little guy from last night until now. I’d already urinated, but the semen was still there. What I needed now was to get rid of my sperm to restrain the beast inside me. I went out onto the balcony, closed the door, and smoked. I needed a smoke to calm down. The balcony corner was small, just enough for two people, with a fish tank, climbing plants, and some small plants, quite pretty and chill. She pulled the door open and came out with a plate of fruit and a plate of grilled squid. What the hell? Grilled squid? I thought to myself. Hungry? Or want more beer? Then she pulled out two bottles of ice-cold original-flavored soju along with a few cans of beer. She said she hadn’t drunk enough and would have trouble sleeping tonight. If she wasn’t going to drink, she’d drink enough to sleep early… I went along with it. She told me to smoke freely, that she liked the smell of cigarette smoke, so I shouldn’t be shy. At the beginning of the second round, I wasn’t used to this style of drinking, so I felt nauseous and dizzy quite quickly.Seeing this, she pulled out a small speaker, turned on some music, and told me to sing along to help sober up quickly. So we sang, listened to music, drank, and talked. The chairs were quite small, so we sat very close together. At this point, our bodies started to touch more. I brushed my leg against hers, our shoulders bumped, the faint scent of her perfume, the smell of alcohol, and the music made it almost impossible for me to control my emotions. She reached for a piece of fruit and slipped, her hand accidentally touching my chest. We were both flustered. My hand caught her, one hand touching her shoulder, the other touching her slender back. I unintentionally felt the strap of her bra, a very thin one. She looked up at me, her face quite embarrassed and slightly flushed. I thought to myself, if she looked at me for five seconds, I would kiss those little lips… 5…4….3…2….” “I think I need to go change into something more comfortable,” she said, instantly shattering my dark thoughts. I snapped back to reality and let go of her hands so she could stand up. But as soon as she stood, her mysterious breasts moved closer to my face. When she turned her back, her round buttocks pointed towards me so close that I could smell the conditioner on her pencil skirt…

I was once again lost in the enchanting embrace of a young woman, so I gently took her hand… she turned to look at me, her face flushed, “What’s wrong, little boy?” she asked. I answered immediately, stammering, my face burning, my mind blank, because I had never imagined I would be sitting so close to, or having physical contact with, an adult.She’s four years older than me, a colleague with a higher rank, a foreigner, and stunningly beautiful like a Kpop idol. “I like you in this outfit, don’t change,” she said, smiling and sitting down. This time she sat closer to me, almost pressing her chest against my arm as she reached for the bottle and poured more wine… She kept her breasts against my arm, soft and round. At this point, I could be sure her bra was very thin; the softness was the softness of her skin, her perfectly round breasts like two inverted little bowls, not foam padding. My hand gently rested on her waist, moving softly to avoid wrinkling her designer bra. One second, two seconds passed, and she suddenly pulled away from my arm. I felt incredibly disappointed, even though our legs were still pressed together. We turned off the music, talked, and had a few more drinks. She remained perfectly sober, only I felt dizzy; perhaps she wasn’t suited to it. With alcohol and beer, and the desire to strip off her clothes and lick those sweet, fragrant breasts… one, two more glasses, then I stopped because my throat felt quite uncomfortable, so I asked permission to go to the restroom. In the restroom, I bent down and vomited all the alcohol to feel better. After vomiting, I sobered up and thought I would finish the remaining bottle of soju. When I opened the restroom door, I saw her waiting for me. She gave me a face towel and a bottle of mint mouthwash; she knew I was going to vomit and had prepared them for me. When I returned to the table, she gave me a bottle of Korean hangover remedy. I reached for more alcohol, but she grabbed my wrist to stop me and held my hand… At this moment, she asked me, “Are you strong enough to walk home?” I shook my head… Before I could say the next sentence, her lips were close to mine. The smell of alcohol and beer was what I could feel. I froze for a few seconds, only feeling that she kissed me very… A light, fleeting kiss on my lips, a gentle bite, something wet and fragrant—her tiny tongue licking my lips. “Stay here,” she whispered. I couldn’t say anything, my body motionless. She seemed to stiffen, pulling away from my lips and turning to leave… only then did I realize she had just kissed me. I gently pulled her back, softly kissing her soft lips again. I was so engrossed I lost control. After just a few light kisses, my tongue slipped in to find hers, and our lips intertwined. “Thank you,” she murmured, “but please call me ‘sister,’ I don’t want to do it tonight, I don’t want to do it,” she moaned… We were sitting on the balcony. I’m not one to like public displays, so I gently pulled her away, intending to pull her inside. The sound of our lips separating was a soft “pop,” a thin thread of saliva clinging to her lips trickling down. She lunged forward, wanting… We continued kissing, but seeing my hesitation, she understood the situation and reached out to pull down the sunshade curtain on the balcony. This type of sunshade curtain, when pulled down, is very discreet; no one outside can see what we were doing inside. After that, she came and sat on my lap, facing me, and gently pushed me to sit back on the sofa.Her eyes glazed over, her skirt now unintentionally stretched up, revealing her smooth, soft skin, and beneath it, the firm, plump flesh of her thighs… Her eyes glazed over, she completely took the initiative in the next kiss, she put her tongue into my mouth, her hand reaching for the bottle of wine, taking a sip and then transferring it to my mouth. I swallowed it all and then sucked up all the saliva in her mouth…

To be continued……

I was completely lost in that kiss, saliva and alcohol dripping down my chin, overflowing with a slurping sound like slurping a bowl of porridge. She started moaning in Korean, then English, then Vietnamese. After a while, as I got used to the rhythm, my hands began to caress her thighs, then slowly lifted that damn seductive skirt up to her hips, revealing her round, cool buttocks encased in thin, seamless panties. I slipped my hand inside from behind, gently massaging her buttocks until it was wet with a sticky fluid I hadn’t felt in almost six months. When my hand reached her forbidden zone and I gently stroked it, she tilted her head back and kept bobbing her head, her hair falling down and her eyes completely dazed, probably partly because my fingers were quite large and hard… This position made it quite difficult for my hand to move. I pulled her closer and licked her neck, slowly sucking on her ear, neck, and clitoris. “My ears were being ravaged by your kisses, and you moaned… ‘Little one, I can’t take it anymore,’ I lifted your head and continued kissing you. My hands were underneath, one supporting your buttocks, the other caressing your cleavage. This position was tiring, so I moved up to the upper area. ‘I’m hungry, let me suckle,’ I whispered, then used my teeth to bite and pull up your designer t-shirt. With one hand, I lifted your shirt to get a good look at your breasts, which I was guessing about the size of… Indeed, the thin bra supported your teardrop-shaped breasts. They weren’t the firm kind; they were soft and saggy. I felt breathless at the beauty of your breasts… From the time I turned 18 until now and beyond, I dare say I’ve never had such perfect breasts.”

She reached behind her to unbutton it, very slowly, then she held the garment to my nose and face. A gentle, intoxicating scent released all the stress I’d been feeling after days of hard work. Her eyes twinkled, then she leaned down and kissed me—or rather, she gave me another sip of wine. I slowly placed my hand on her, very slowly because I wanted to savor this masterpiece. I stroked from her belly skin, then used my palm to support her sagging breasts, gently massaging them. I pulled her closer, covering her breasts with my mouth. Her nipples weren’t the rosy type, as Asian girls rarely have pink nipples, but they were very small, like the tip of a chopstick. I sucked on her breasts and buried my face in the cleavage to enjoy that pleasant feeling… She moaned softly, her hips constantly thrusting against my penis below. Because I wasn’t undressed, the erection, combined with her movements, made my penis ache slightly… I thought, “I should probably have sex. With her thrusting like this and my excitement, I’m sure I’ll cum.” I whispered, “Sister, take off your pants for me, they’re getting in the way.” I was just teasing her and planning to undress myself, but unexpectedly, she laughed, licked her lips, and slid down. Her upper body was now completely nude, while her skirt was still covering her lower body. Pull it up to hip level. She slid down and knelt at my feet in a very seductive position, her hands nimbly unzipping my pants. I gently lifted my hips so she could pull off my cumbersome jeans. Her action of pulling off my pants drew my attention to her slender, delicate shoulders, revealing her collarbone. At that moment, I really just wanted to pull her into the living room, where there was more space, to comfortably lie down, gaze at her, and lick every pore on her body. After removing her long pants, she placed her hand on my underwear where a long, bulging mass was inside. I was thinking she would pull it off for me and we would have a passionate blowjob, but no, she said, “Take it off yourself, kid,” and laughed. I quickly took off that thing and pulled her to sit on me. Honestly, at this moment, I didn’t dare let her hands and mouth touch my penis because I would cum from the accumulated lust from the night before. I neatly smoothed her hair, lightly kissed her shoulder, then bent down and buried my head in her cleavage, licking her breasts. She moaned softly. Begging for it because it tickled and felt good, I could see the pores popping up beneath her delicate skin. At this moment, she was thrusting harder below, subtly hinting at me to “fuck me.” I slipped my hand under her panties, and unexpectedly, she automatically lifted her toes and grabbed my penis, positioning it correctly. Her fluids flowed profusely; I could feel it as soon as I placed my penis at the entrance, and it overflowed, covering the head of my penis like a warm, condensed milk-covered ice cream cone. She lowered herself slowly, her face contorted, her mouth agape because mine was quite straight, long, and large… slippery but tight, making entry very difficult. At one point, I felt like my foreskin was tearing, and she felt the same, or so it seemed.It’s been a long time, or maybe you haven’t had sex much, because your vagina is so tight… I can’t take it anymore. About 20 seconds passed, and when I was halfway in, I felt like I was going to ejaculate. A tingling sensation ran down my spine, and I knew that as soon as it reached her buttocks, I would ejaculate immediately. I didn’t want to lose face, so I bit my lip and pulled her down hard. She screamed and collapsed onto my shoulder, biting me until I bled. The feeling of wanting to ejaculate hadn’t subsided; every movement of hers at this moment could make me ejaculate inside her… I gripped her hips tightly, apologized, and said, “Sit still for 10 seconds, it hurts too.” I reached for a cigarette and quickly took two puffs. She turned and took two puffs as well. Surprisingly… As soon as I finished exhaling the smoke, her hips moved, gently wriggling. My hand grabbed her lifted skirt, pulling it in and then pulling it out again. I felt like I was going to ejaculate again, so I helped her down and brought her back to the traditional position. She was in control… her face was so seductive at that moment. She pulled my head down and kissed me gently, then placed her hand on my chest. I started thrusting gently, closing my eyes and counting to forget and pretend not to hear her moans. Luckily, we were lying on the balcony, so I didn’t dare to…I did a lot of oral sex …when I was aroused and gradually taking control of the game, I opened my eyes to admire her. Her hands were gripping my buttocks tightly, her eyes glazed over, her breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust. Her already small and thin belly was now contracting from the pleasure, echoing the bouncing rhythm of her breasts. I still haven’t forgotten that image of her. I fucked her in every position, lying down and putting my legs on her shoulders to go deeper…this made her unable to bear it and she convulsed violently. I think she had reached her climax. She pulled my neck down, sucking strongly on my lips and tongue, then lay down with her arms hanging down, eyes closed, her stomach convulsing…at this point I was also close to coming, so I pulled her up, propping myself up on the curtains and doggy-styled her buttocks. I saw that she was quite tired after the convulsions, so there was no reason to hold back my orgasm. After about 20 thrusts, I was ready to come. I didn’t want to ejaculate inside because I was afraid of the consequences. I wanted to ejaculate on her breasts, so I turned her around, pushed her down onto the chair, and thrust hard… then her breasts were covered in my semen, which flowed down to her stomach and onto the chair… she moaned softly, her eyes never leaving my penis with each thrust… I didn’t want to, or rather, I didn’t dare ejaculate on her face, because of the language barrier, so I couldn’t ask her, and also because she was older than me both in age and position, so I was a little nervous and respectful, even during sex…

After we finished, I slumped down, lit a cigarette, and we were both silent, probably not knowing what to say after this moment of intimacy, because there was no romantic feeling, little contact, and our social standings were different. She leaned her head on my shoulder for a while, then said she was going to shower first. I sat there feeling empty. The clock showed almost midnight, and I thought I’d just quickly wash up and then excuse myself to go home to sleep…