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MidReal Story
Intern in Love
Scenario:Li Ying, 21, is a sharp, ambitious law student from Penang who lands an internship at one of Kuala Lumpur’s top boutique law firms. She has a dark secret, pleasuring herself anytime she needs it, she's been untouched by any man since high school, believe in freedom, she don't believe in wearing underwear.
Jay, 56, a charismatic senior partner with old-school charm and a rockstar complex, runs the firm like a backstage party. He’s infamous in elite circles for throwing lavish, drug-fueled sex parties where ethics blur and the line between business and pleasure disappears. He will make sure the ladies are not wearing underwear while at work.
Camelia, 30, is another partner at the firm — smart, seductive, and fiercely loyal to Jay. She's the gatekeeper to his world, recruiting fresh talent and drawing them into Jay's desire. She's also entangled in her own addictions — to power, sex, and the thrill of the game.
As Li Ying gets deeper into this high-society chaos — filled with whispered secrets, manipulated ambitions, and backstage deals — she starts to see the cost of climbing the legal ladder. When a scandal threatens to bring everything crashing down, Li Ying must decide: will she play the game, or burn it all down?
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Li Ying Zhao
She is a 21yearold law student from Penang, employed as an intern at a Kuala Lumpur law firm. She is ambitious, diligent, and naive. Li Ying aspires to become a lawyer despite her family's initial disapproval. Her internship offers her a glimpse into the legal profession's highpressure environment. She faces ethical dilemmas when asked to perform tasks that may be unethical or illegal, struggling with her sense of morality and ambition.
Annie
She is Li Ying's close friend from law school. She is outgoing, supportive, and mischievous. Annie holds a full scholarship and enjoys teasing Li Ying about her more serious nature. Although she often encourages Li Ying to lighten up, she also provides emotional support and encouragement during challenging times. Her friendship with Li Ying adds a personal dimension to their otherwise professional lives.
Cheng
He is a colleague and mentor at the law firm where Li Ying works as an intern. He is experienced, supportive, and stern. Cheng provides guidance and support to Li Ying during her internship, offering valuable insights into the legal world. Although he sometimes assigns tasks that make Li Ying uncomfortable, he is trying to prepare her for the challenges she will face as a lawyer. His relationship with Li Ying is professional but cordial.
PrologueKuala Lumpur shimmered in the dusk light — all chrome, glass, and secrets. Behind the city’s glittering facade, power wasn’t wielded in courts or boardrooms. It was whispered over rare whisky, bartered in candlelit lounges, and sealed with glances that lingered too long.
The sound of heels clicking on marble echoed through the silent office, a symphony of confidence and grace.
Li Ying entered Jay’s office with a poise that belied the turmoil beneath her polished surface.
Her eyes met Camelia’s, who was leaning against Jay’s desk, a picture of nonchalance.
Camelia’s gaze raked over Li Ying, a mix of curiosity and challenge.
Jay, seated behind his desk, watched the exchange with an intensity that made Li Ying’s skin prickle.
"Li Ying," he said, his voice low and smooth.
"Care for a drink?"
He gestured to the crystal decanter on his desk.
Li Ying shook her head politely.
"No, thank you."
She took a seat opposite him, her movements fluid and deliberate.
Jay leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he regarded her.
"So, tell me. What makes you think you have what it takes to work here?"
Li Ying smiled coolly.
"I believe my skills speak for themselves. I’m confident in my abilities."
Jay raised an eyebrow, his gaze drifting over her.
"And what about your personal life? Any skeletons in the closet?"
Li Ying laughed softly, a sound that was both melodic and guarded.
"I’m afraid I don’t have time for skeletons. My focus is on my career."
Jay leaned forward, his eyes glinting with intrigue.
"And what about relationships? No significant others waiting in the wings?" Li Ying’s smile never wavered, but a flicker of something darker danced in her eyes.
"I’m afraid I don’t have time for romance either. My work is my priority."
Jay leaned back again, his expression unreadable.
"I see. Well, we’ll see how long that lasts."
Li Ying rose from her seat, her movements fluid and controlled.
"Thank you for your time, Mr. Jay. I look forward to working with you."
As she left the office, Camelia fell into step beside her.
"You’re quite the enigma," Camelia murmured.
"Most people would jump at the chance to work here. But you...you seem different."
Li Ying glanced at her sideways, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
"Perhaps I am."
Camelia’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"I think there’s more to you than meets the eye. And I always get what I want."
Li Ying’s smile grew wider as she exited the building.
Li Ying returned to her desk, her mind still reeling from the encounter with Jay and Camelia.
She tried to focus on the stack of case files in front of her, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the enigmatic pair.
What had they meant by their cryptic comments?
And what lay beneath their polished facades?
As she sifted through the documents, Li Ying’s ears picked up on snippets of conversation from her coworkers.
"...heard he throws the wildest parties..."
"...only the most exclusive invitations..."
"...you wouldn’t believe what I saw..."
Her curiosity piqued, Li Ying leaned over to a colleague.
"Excuse me, do you know anything about these parties everyone’s talking about?"
The colleague glanced around nervously before leaning in close.
"They’re legendary. Only the firm’s top clients and associates get invited. It’s all very hush-hush."
Li Ying raised an eyebrow.
"And what exactly goes on at these parties?"
The colleague’s voice dropped to a whisper.
"Let’s just say it involves a lot of champagne, expensive gifts, and...other favors."
Li Ying felt a shiver run down her spine.
"Other favors?"
The colleague nodded discreetly.
"Yes. It’s all part of the firm’s...unique culture."
Li Ying couldn’t help but feel a mix of repulsion and intrigue.
She had always known that the legal world could be cutthroat, but this was something entirely different.
As the day drew to a close, Li Ying made a decision.
She would find out what truly lay beneath the surface, no matter the cost.
Li Ying sat at her desk, poring over the stack of case files in front of her.
The fluorescent lights overhead cast a sterile glow on the pages, but her mind kept drifting back to the enigmatic duo she had met earlier.
Jay and Camelia lingered in her thoughts, their words echoing like a tantalizing puzzle she couldn’t quite solve.
As she delved deeper into the documents, a shadow fell across her desk.
Li Ying looked up to find Camelia standing before her, leaning casually against the edge of the desk.
Her presence was both commanding and graceful, a blend of poise and intrigue.
"Working late?" asked Camelia, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.
Li Ying nodded, gesturing to the stack of files.
"Just trying to get ahead."
Camelia smiled, a knowing glint in her gaze.
"You’re ambitious. I like that."
Li Ying returned the smile, though a flicker of wariness coursed through her veins.
There was something about Camelia that both fascinated and unsettled her. "So," Camelia continued, crossing one elegant leg over the other as she leaned against the desk.
"I noticed you seemed intrigued by our little firm. What do you think so far?"
Li Ying hesitated for a moment before responding.
"It’s certainly...interesting. But I’m still getting to know everyone."
Camelia chuckled softly, a sound that was both melodic and dangerous.
"Oh, there’s so much more to this place than meets the eye. You see, we have these little gatherings...exclusive parties where business and pleasure intertwine."
A shiver ran down Li Ying’s spine as she listened intently.
"What kind of parties?"
Camelia’s smile grew wider, revealing a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"The kind where ambition meets desire. Where the lines between work and play blur into something far more intriguing."
Li Ying felt a surge of curiosity mixed with apprehension.
"And what exactly goes on at these parties?"
Camelia leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down Li Ying’s spine.
"Let’s just say it involves champagne, exclusive invitations, and...other favors."
The air seemed to thicken as Camelia’s words hung between them like an unspoken challenge.
Li Ying could feel the weight of temptation and danger in every syllable. "I see," Li Ying murmured, trying to maintain a neutral tone despite the turmoil brewing inside her.
"And what happens at these parties?" asked Li Ying, her voice barely above a whisper.
Camelia’s smile turned enigmatic.
"Oh, champagne flows, secrets are shared, and...other favors are exchanged."
Li Ying’s heart quickened as she processed Camelia’s words.
"Other favors?"
Camelia nodded, her eyes glinting with a knowing light.
"Yes. The kind that can change your life forever."
As the words hung in the air, Li Ying felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
She had always known that the world of power was complex, but this was something entirely different.
"I see," Li Ying murmured, her voice neutral despite the turmoil within her.
Camelia straightened up, her smile widening as she turned to leave.
"Think about it, Li Ying," Camelia said over her shoulder, her voice laced with a challenge.
Li Ying watched her go, the weight of the unspoken invitation heavy in the air.
Just as Camelia reached the door, she paused and glanced back, her eyes locking with Li Ying's. "Sometimes, you have to play the game to change the rules."
With that, she disappeared into the dimly lit corridors, leaving Li Ying to ponder the enigmatic words.
I followed Camelia through the law firm’s hushed corridors, the soft hum of fluorescent lights above and the muted murmur of distant conversations creating an air of anticipation.
The scent of bergamot wafted through the air, mingling with the faint hint of expensive cologne.
We passed by rows of mahogany walls adorned with framed certificates and photographs, glass-walled offices casting a glimpse into the lives of those who wielded power.
Camelia’s heels clicked against the polished marble floor, leading us deeper into the heart of the firm.
As we approached a door hidden behind a tapestry, she paused and glanced back at me with a knowing smile.
The door creaked softly as she pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with colleagues sipping champagne and exchanging secretive glances.
The atmosphere was alive with unspoken promises and hidden desires.
My eyes roamed over the crowd, searching for familiar faces amidst the sea of tailored suits and designer gowns.
That was when I spotted Zhang in a corner, his usual arrogance replaced by a nervous energy as he spoke in hushed tones to a woman I didn’t recognize. As I stepped further into the room, Camelia’s voice whispered in my ear, "Welcome to Jay’s parties. Where ambition meets desire."
The room was alive with laughter and conversation, but beneath the surface, I sensed an undercurrent of tension.
Everyone here was playing a game, one where allegiances were tested and boundaries blurred.
I made my way through the crowd, my gaze locked on Zhang as he raised his glass in a silent toast to his companion.
She was stunning—a woman with piercing green eyes and raven-black hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night.
Her presence seemed to command attention without effort, exuding an aura of mystery and allure.
As I drew closer, their conversation became clearer amidst the din of laughter and clinking glasses.
"...can’t believe you managed to secure that client," Zhang said, his voice laced with admiration.
"Your skills are unmatched."
The woman smiled gracefully, her eyes never leaving his face.
"Thank you. It’s all about understanding what people want."
"And what do you want?"
Zhang asked, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down my spine. The woman leaned in closer, her voice barely audible over the hum of conversation around us.
"Yes, sometimes it takes more than just legal expertise to close a deal."
As I stepped into the room, the soft rustle of my navy silk blouse and the subtle swish of my figure-hugging skirt drew a few subtle glances.
Zhang, engrossed in his conversation with the mysterious woman, didn’t notice me.
I lingered by the door, observing the crowd as they mingled with an air of sophistication and intrigue.
Camelia appeared beside me, handing me a delicate flute of champagne.
"Welcome to our little gathering," she said, her smile enigmatic.
I took a sip, letting the crisp bubbles dance on my tongue as I scanned the room for any clues about these secretive parties.
The atmosphere was alive with anticipation and unspoken promises.
Suddenly, a man in a tailored suit approached me, his eyes locked on mine with a mixture of curiosity and interest.
He extended a small, elegantly wrapped box toward me.
"A gift," he said, his voice low and smooth.
I hesitated for a moment before accepting it, feeling the weight of its implications in my palm.
"What is this?" I asked, my voice steady despite the flutter of nerves.
"Consider it an invitation," he replied, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.
Camelia leaned in, her voice a soft murmur, "Open it when you're ready to see how deep this rabbit hole goes."
I arrived at the reception, the soft hum of the air conditioner enveloping me as I stepped into the sleek, modern lobby.
The woman behind the desk, with her sharp, cat-like eyeliner and a smile that held a thousand secrets, greeted me with a nod.
"You're early," she said, her voice smooth and commanding.
"That’s good. Mr. Azhar doesn’t tolerate tardiness."
I nodded, my mind still reeling from the mysterious parties and the enigmatic gift from last night.
As I waited, I noticed others entering, their faces a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
I clutched the gift tighter, wondering what lay inside.
Finally, it was my turn to approach the desk and sign in.
The receptionist handed me a sleek black pen, her eyes flicking to the box in my hand.
"Looks like you’ve already caught someone’s attention," she remarked, her tone laced with curiosity.
I managed a polite smile, though my heart raced with uncertainty. "It seems that way," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Good luck," she said, her eyes glinting with a knowing light.
I followed Camelia down the dimly lit hallway, the soft jazz playing in the background mingling with the distant hum of conversation from behind half-open doors.
The air was heavy with anticipation and secrets.
We passed by rooms where shadowy figures moved in the darkness, their whispers and laughter weaving into a tapestry of intrigue.
Camelia’s heels clicked against the polished floor, leading me deeper into the labyrinth of power and desire.
As we approached a room, I caught a glimpse of a shoe resting on a desk, a hint of something more intimate happening beyond the doorframe.
Camelia glanced back at me, her eyes assessing my every move as if searching for any sign of hesitation.
Finally, we reached a door at the end of the hall.
She paused, her hand resting on the doorknob as she turned to face me.
"You'll do," she said, her voice low and confident.
With a knowing smile, she pushed the door open, revealing a world I could never have imagined.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few flickering candles casting shadows on the walls.
A circle of plush chairs sat in the center, each one occupied by a figure shrouded in darkness.
The air was heavy with anticipation and power.
Camelia nudged me forward, urging me to take a step into the unknown.
I moved cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest.
As I reached the center of the circle, a voice spoke from the shadows.
"Welcome," it said, low and commanding.
"We've been expecting you."
Suddenly, one of the figures rose from their chair, stepping into the faint light.
It was a man in a sharp suit, his eyes gleaming with intensity.
"Good evening," he said, extending a hand toward me.
"My name is Mr. Tan. I'm one of the senior partners here."
I took his hand, my own trembling slightly as I met his gaze.
"It's an honor to meet you," I managed to say, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me. Mr. Tan gestured for me to take a seat in one of the vacant chairs.
As I sat down, he began to speak again, his voice smooth and persuasive.
"You've been invited here tonight because we believe you have great potential," he explained.
"But before we proceed any further, there are certain...rules that must be understood."
He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing.
"This is an exclusive gathering. What happens here stays here. Discretion is paramount."
I nodded, my mind racing with questions and doubts.
But before I could ask anything, Mr. Tan handed me a document.
"This is a non-disclosure agreement," he explained.
"Please sign it."
I took the document and pen, my hand shaking slightly as I scribbled my signature across the bottom of the page.
As I handed the signed document back to Mr. Tan, a sense of finality settled over me, knowing there was no turning back now.
I sat in the circle, my heart pounding in my chest as the woman in the white dress approached me.
Her smile was warm and inviting, but her attire left little to the imagination.
Her breath, rich with the aroma of aged whiskey, brushed past my cheek as her barely concealed figure grazed my shoulder, whispering, "Welcome to the club."
She introduced herself as Hannah Tjoa, her voice soft yet commanding.
I watched as she extended a hand toward me, her fingers long and slender.
I took her hand gently, feeling the softness of her skin against mine.
Around us, the other figures watched silently, their faces obscured by shadows.
I glanced at Camelia, who nodded encouragingly from across the room.
Hannah's touch was soft yet firm as she led me deeper into this world of secrets and desire.
"Will you do something for me?" she asked, her breath brushing against my cheek.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering around us.
The circle of chairs formed a silent audience, their occupants watching with an air of anticipation.
My heart raced as I hesitated, unsure of what lay ahead.
I glanced at Camelia, who gave a subtle nod of encouragement.
Slowly, I moved toward the table, my hands trembling slightly as I lay down on its cool surface.
The ceiling above was a blur of shadows and light as I stared upwards, trying to steady my breathing.
Hannah's figure loomed over me, her white dress glowing in the dim candlelight.
"Relax," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft jazz playing in the background.
"Trust me."
I closed my eyes, feeling her hands on my legs.
She gently spread them apart, lifting my skirt to my waist.
The cool air brushed against my exposed skin, sending shivers down my spine.
As I opened my eyes, I saw the faces of the others watching intently from the shadows.
Camelia's gaze met mine across the room, her expression unreadable.
My heart pounded in my chest as Hannah's hands moved closer to the most intimate part of me.
I trembled, unsure of what was about to happen next.
But before she touched me, she paused and looked at me with a gentle smile.
"Are you ready?" she asked softly.
I nodded, a silent agreement to the unknown path I had chosen.
I lay on the table, my heart pounding in my chest.
Hannah's hand gently c###d my b##t through my silky shirt.
Her face remained impassive, giving nothing away.
Meanwhile, her other hand moved closer to my m#t i###e area.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" she whispered.
I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and curiosity.
The figures around us watched silently, their faces hidden in the shadows.
Camelia's eyes flicked to Hannah, then back to me, as if assessing my reaction.
The room held its breath, waiting for my decision.
I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest.
Hannah's lips met mine, her touch sending shivers down my spine.
Her kiss was soft and gentle, yet filled with a hidden hunger.
As she pulled away, I saw a flicker of something in her eyes—a mix of curiosity and desire.
Before I could react, she lowered her head and kissed me again, this time more deeply.
I felt her t##e brush against mine, sending waves of p###e through my body.
The room seemed to fade into the background as I lost myself in the moment.
Suddenly, Camelia's voice cut through the tension, "Enough."
Hannah stepped back, her eyes locked on mine with an unreadable expression.
Camelia approached me, extending a hand to help me up from the table.
"Your initiation is complete," she declared, her voice steady and commanding.
"Welcome to our inner circle."
As I stood up, I noticed nods of approval from the figures in the shadows around us.
My heart still raced from the encounter with Hannah, but I remained still on the table, processing what had just happened.
Mr. Tan's hand rested on my t##h, his touch sending a jolt through me.
I glanced at Camelia and Hannah, who had shed their minimal dresses, revealing their b#e bodies.
They stood in front of me, their limbs entwined as they kissed passionately.
Their bodies pressed together, moving in a s###l rhythm.
The room's attention shifted to them, glasses clinking softly as everyone toasted to their performance.
I remained still, my heart pounding in my chest.
I didn't know how to react to Mr. Tan's hand on my thigh or the scene unfolding before me.
Camelia's eyes met mine briefly, a silent acknowledgment that I had entered this world.
I clenched my fists tightly, trying to process everything happening around me.
I hesitated, then took Camelia's hand.
She guided me closer to the circle of chairs, where Hannah stood waiting.
I glanced at her, my heart pounding in my chest.
Camelia gently pushed me forward, and I stepped onto the table beside Hannah.
The room fell silent as all eyes focused on us.
My heart raced as Camelia and Hannah slowly unbuttoned my silky shirt, sliding it off my shoulders.
Next, they u###d my skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
I stood n##d before them, exposed to their h##y gazes.
Mr. Tan leaned forward in his chair, his eyes fixed intently on me.
Camelia and Hannah positioned themselves on either side of me, their hands brushing against my skin.
I shivered, unsure of what would happen next.
But I knew I couldn't leave now.
Camelia whispered softly in my ear, her breath warm against my skin.
"We'll make this special for you," she promised.
I closed my eyes, letting their hands explore my body.
The room remained silent, the only sound the soft rustling of clothes and the gentle hum of anticipation.
After a symphony of whispered sighs and shared ecstasy, Camelia and Hannah gracefully withdrew, their eyes still holding mine with an intensity that spoke volumes.
They were both dressed again, their faces calm and composed.
Without a word, they led me to a corner of the room where two chairs sat apart from the others.
They motioned for me to sit in one of the chairs, which I did obediently.
Camelia handed me a robe, her touch lingering on my shoulder as she helped me put it on.
Hannah stood before me, her expression serious yet kind.
"From now on, you're part of our circle," she explained softly.
"There are rules to follow. Discretion is key."
I nodded, understanding the gravity of what I had just become a part of.
As I sat there, the weight of my decision settling in, I realized that this was only the beginning.
I sat at the table, still in the robe, as Camelia raised her glass.
The room filled with murmurs of agreement and clinking glasses.
Hannah's whisper lingered in my ear, making me shiver.
I watched as the shadowy figures around me sipped their drinks, their eyes occasionally flicking towards me.
Camelia's toast echoed in the candlelit room, "To new beginnings."
I forced a smile, nodding along, but my mind raced with the implications of this new chapter.
As the celebration continued, I reached for my own glass, taking a tentative sip.
I raised my glass, meeting Hannah's gaze with a determined nod.
Camelia and Hannah led me to a velvet curtain, pulling it aside to reveal a dimly lit passage.
As we stepped inside, the air grew cooler, and I could hear faint whispers echoing off the walls.
Camelia explained that this passage connected to other exclusive circles within the city.
We walked slowly, my heart pounding with each step.
Hannah pointed out symbols etched into the stone, hinting at the history of these secretive gatherings.
"These symbols," Hannah said, her voice barely above a whisper, "they're a map of sorts."
Camelia nodded, her eyes scanning the walls with a practiced gaze. "Each one represents a different circle, a different level of influence."
I traced my fingers over the cool stone, feeling the weight of their words.
I followed Camelia and Hannah deeper into the passage, my steps slow and deliberate.
The dim light flickered on the walls, revealing more symbols as we moved.
Hannah paused, her hand brushing mine, and her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made me stop.
For a moment, I felt a mix of fear and excitement, wondering what lay ahead.
Camelia watched us, her expression unreadable.
Hannah's touch lingered on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"Do you understand what you're getting into?" Hannah asked, her voice a soft murmur in the stillness.
I hesitated, searching her eyes for reassurance. "I think so," I replied, my voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling within me.
Camelia's gaze softened as she added, "Remember, once you're in, there's no going back."
I followed Camelia through the winding passage, my heart pounding in my chest with each step.
The air grew warmer, and the sound of distant laughter echoed through the walls.
Finally, we reached a door hidden behind a tapestry.
Camelia pushed it open, revealing a room draped in velvet curtains and lit by candles that cast flickering shadows on the walls.
In the center of the room, I saw Annie sitting on Jay's lap, her hand moving rhythmically on his thigh.
Her eyes were fixed on his face with a distant look.
Jay's hand was between her legs, his fingers tracing slow circles under her skirt.
As we entered, they turned to look at us, their faces breaking into smiles as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
Annie beckoned me closer with a soft voice, "Come here."
I hesitated at the doorway, unsure of what to do next.
"Annie, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
She looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before returning to Jay's face.
Jay smirked, his hand still moving under her skirt.
The room was filled with the scent of whiskey and the distant hum of laughter from other rooms.
I felt my stomach twist into knots as I stared at them, my mind racing with questions and doubts.
Annie finally spoke, her voice soft and inviting, "Li Ying, come join us."
I hesitated, glancing at Camelia for guidance.
Camelia and Hannah moved towards Jay, their steps deliberate and calculated.
They kissed him passionately, drawing his attention away from Annie.
As they pulled away, they knelt down in front of him, their eyes locked on his with a h##y intensity.
I stood frozen, watching as they u###d his pants together.
The room's tension thickened, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
Annie took her turn, her lips meeting Jay's with a fervor that left me breathless.
As she pulled away, she looked at me with a sly smile playing on her lips.
She beckoned me to join them with a soft voice, "Come here."
I hesitated, unsure of what to do next.
But before I could react, Annie reached out and gently pulled me closer.
As I stood there, my heart racing with anticipation and fear, Annie's eyes locked onto mine with a knowing glint.
She whispered softly in my ear, "You can't leave now. You have to join us."
I glanced at Camelia for reassurance, but she was too busy p####g Jay to notice me.
Annie's voice cut through the haze, "Li Ying, you have a choice."
I swallowed hard, my mind racing with possibilities.
"Stay and embrace this world," she continued, her eyes piercing mine, "or walk away and never look back."
I took a deep breath and stepped forward, joining Annie, Jay, Camelia, and Hannah in the dimly lit room.
Annie smiled and guided me to sit beside her on the couch.
Jay's hand brushed against my thigh as he leaned closer, whispering, "Join us, Li Ying. There are benefits you can't imagine."
Camelia and Hannah watched intently, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
I felt a mix of fear and curiosity as Annie's hand intertwined with mine.
She leaned in and kissed me softly, urging me to embrace this world.
I sat beside Annie, her kiss lingering on my lips as Jay's hand moved up my t##h.
The room's warmth intensified, the air thick with the scent of our a###l.
Camelia and Hannah, now entwined with Jay, laughed softly.
Moans filled the space as I watched their bodies move together.
Annie's hand guided mine to Jay's chest, urging me closer.
I hesitated, then let myself be drawn into their world, the sounds and smells overwhelming my senses.
As I surrendered, I felt a mix of fear and excitement.
The door closed behind me, sealing my fate with a finality that echoed in the silence.
I leaned into Annie's embrace, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, "You'll be okay."
Jay's touch lingered on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I glanced at him across the room, his eyes meeting mine with a smile that both thrilled and terrified me.
Camelia and Hannah watched silently, their expressions unreadable.
The room's heat enveloped me, my heart pounding in my chest with conflicting desires.
I had given myself to Jay, surrendering my virginity to him and feeling special in his eyes.
But now, as Annie held me close, I struggled to reconcile the thrill of this world with the ache of betrayal.
I knew then that I had crossed a line from which there was no return.
I leaned into Annie, whispering, "Why you doing this to me?"
The room's warmth enveloped us, and her eyes searched mine.
She paused, then gently caressed my cheek.
"It's about power and pleasure," she murmured, guiding my hand to Jay's r#d which still h#d as iron.
I felt his heartbeat quicken under my touch.
Camelia and Hannah watched silently, their expressions unreadable.
Annie's lips brushed mine again, coaxing me deeper into their circle.
I hesitated, torn between curiosity and fear.
Finally, I pulled back slightly, meeting Annie's gaze.
"I need time to think," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sounds of pleasure filling the room.
Annie nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of understanding and desire.
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear.
"Take all the time you need," she whispered.
"But remember, once you're in, there's no turning back."
I woke up to the dimly lit room, still naked and feeling the cool air against my skin.
Annie was on her knees, giving Jay an o###b while Camelia and Hannah pleasured themselves nearby.
I watched for a moment, unsure of what to do next.
Annie glanced at me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she continued.
Camelia's eyes met mine briefly, her expression unreadable.
I shifted uncomfortably on the bed, my body still sore from the night before.
The room was filled with soft moans and the rustle of sheets.
I sat beside Annie, my heart racing as I watched Camelia and Hannah with Jay.
Annie squeezed my hand, her eyes encouraging.
I leaned in, kissing her softly, feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty.
Camelia noticed and smiled, moving closer to guide my hand to Jay's c#k.
He looked at me, his gaze intense.
I hesitated but then let my fingers trace his manhood, mimicking Camelia's movements.
Annie whispered in my ear, urging me to embrace this new world.
The room's shadows deepened, and as I took a breath, I realized that the path ahead was mine to forge, no matter the cost.
I woke up to the soft morning light peeking through the curtains.
The room was quiet, except for Annie's gentle breathing beside me.
I glanced at her, her face serene in sleep.
I quietly got out of bed and began to dress.
As I zipped up my skirt, I noticed Annie stirring.
She opened her eyes, meeting my gaze with a hint of recognition.
We both dressed silently, the air thick with unspoken thoughts.
Once ready, we left the room together, our footsteps echoing down the hallway.
As we passed by Camelia's room, I caught a glimpse of her and Hannah embrace and kissing passionately.
I felt a surge of emotions—guilt, excitement, and uncertainty.
Annie and I continued walking, our steps synchronized but our minds a thousand miles apart.
The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, revealing the bustling city below.
We stepped inside, and as the doors closed, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for us both. I sat at my desk in the firm's office, surrounded by towering skyscrapers that seemed to touch the clouds.
The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the polished wooden surface in front of me.
My mind drifted back to last night's events, replaying the scenes like a movie in my head.
I couldn't help but wonder what Jay and Camelia were doing now.
Were they still entwined in each other's arms?
Or were they already immersed in their daily routines?
A knock on my door snapped me out of my reverie.
It was Cheng from HR, his smile friendly yet professional as he approached my desk.
"Good morning," he greeted me warmly.
"How's your day going so far?"
I forced a smile, trying to push aside the lingering thoughts of last night.
"It's going well," I replied, attempting to sound focused despite my racing mind.
Cheng nodded and handed me a file from his stack of papers.
"This is a new case we're working on," he explained briefly before heading back to his office. As he walked away, I noticed Zhang smirking at me from his desk across the room.
His gaze lingered for a moment before he returned to typing on his computer screen.
I clenched my fists under my desk, feeling a surge of anger mixed with embarrassment.
Did he know about last night?
How could he possibly know?
But then again, this was an office where gossip spread faster than wildfire on dry land.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "Zhang, do you have something to say?" I asked, keeping my voice calm but firm.
He looked up, a sly grin on his face. "Just wondering if you had an interesting night," he replied, his tone dripping with insinuation.