Beijing is a city that will always be the most prosperous center of this era. Skyscrapers stand in dense rows, neon lights flash all night, and people hurry back and forth between the tall buildings, yet very few truly have time of their own. Li Xiaoqing, 27 years old, is an ordinary white-collar worker in this metropolis. In her 27 years of life, most of her time has been spent in front of an office computer, or at home alone in an empty apartment. Her job is product manager, responsible for a core project at an internet company. She leaves early and comes home late every day, as busy as a robot without a soul. She has a tall figure, fair skin, and a pair of full D-cup breasts. These should have been capital for her career in the office, yet they were also the most hidden desire deep in her heart.
Every morning, she pushed open her front door just as the 7:30 chime sounded, changed into her black OL uniform, tied her tie impeccably, her skirt hem just reaching her knees. In the mirror, her eyes looked tired, yet she remained refined and captivating. Xiaoqing knew her own appeal, but she never truly enjoyed this 'allure.' She always focused all her attention on work, afraid of making mistakes in the workplace, afraid of being noticed by anyone. More importantly, she was afraid of the increasingly strong, secret desire within her heart.
In Li Xiaoqing's inner world, there had always been a man hidden away—Yan Han. The technical director of her company, 32 years old, with deep eyes, a sharp jawline, and those hands that always made women's legs go weak. He controlled the entire technical department, controlled countless people's fates, yet rarely concerned himself with others' private affairs. The two interacted almost daily due to project collaboration, but never had a private exchange exceeding two sentences. Xiaoqing's heart was already in turmoil. Every glance, every movement from Yan Han was like an invisible thread, tugging at something deep within her.
That day, Yan Han stood in the elevator, his low voice sounding: "Li Xiaoqing, good morning."
“Good morning, Director Yan.” Xiaoqing’s voice was gentle, but her heart was racing. She tried hard to control her breathing so that her voice would not shake.
Alone in the elevator for four seconds. Yan Han's gaze滑过 her chest, then quickly shifted away. 'Meeting in the conference room at 3 PM. Prepare the new UI draft.'
“Yes.” Xiao Qing bit her lip and left. Back at her seat, she took a deep breath, but the dream from last night kept surfacing in her mind uncontrollably: Yan Han pressing her down on the bed, roughly tearing open her blouse, his tongue circling her nipple... She hurriedly lowered her head, but the tips of her ears were red like ripe apples.
At 3:00 p.m., the meeting room was brightly lit. Yan Han stood in front of the projector, his voice low: “Li Xiaoqing, your draft has been changed too much. We need a more concise visual impact.”
His eyes stared straight at her face, carrying an indescribable sort of dominance.
“Director Yan, I... I just want users to resonate.” Xiaoqing retorted, though her voice was trembling.
Yan Han smiled: "Resonance can come slowly. After the meeting, come with me to my office for a moment."
She followed him out of the meeting room. The hallway was empty. He suddenly stopped, turned, and pinned her against the wall.
“Xiaoqing, do you know how much attention you’ve been drawing at the company lately?” His voice was hoarse, his breath blowing on her face. “Those looks, those rumors... I’ve been holding it in for a long time.”
“Director Yan… let go of me…” Xiao Qing’s heart pounded like a drum, yet she did not push him away.
Yan Han lowered his head, his lips against her ear: "Don't you want me too? You dreamed of me last night, didn't you?"
She trembled. Her fingers instinctively grabbed the hem of his clothes.
That night, Yan Han took her to the presidential suite of a five-star hotel. As soon as the door closed, Yan Han's rationality instantly collapsed. He lifted Xiaoqing's buttocks with both hands and threw her onto the bed.
“Today, you’re mine.” He growled, tearing open the buttons of her shirt.
D’s breasts bounced out, and the pink nipples were already hard and burning hot. Yan Han held one in his mouth without any mercy, gently biting it with his teeth, his tongue wildly licking and caressing it.
“Ah... Yan Han... gentler...” Xiao Qing cried out, but instinctively clamped her legs together.
He laughed: “A little gentler? Tonight I’m going to fuck you until you cry.”
He turned her over and shoved in from behind. The thick shaft sank into the deepest part in one go, and Xiaoqing screamed as she clutched tightly at the bedsheet.
“It hurts... so big...” she cried out, yet her body began to secrete nectar.
Yan Han thrust fiercely like a beast, each thrust hitting the most sensitive G-spot. With one hand he grabbed her hair, with the other he slapped her buttocks, "Cry louder, let me hear how much you want me."
“Ahhh... too deep... I’m going to break...”
The climax came fiercely, Xiaoqing was completely conquered by him for the first time, her body convulsing as a hot stream gushed out.
The next day at work, the two resumed their professional coldness. But everyone knew that incident had burned them both like fire.
At noon, Yan Han grabbed her again in the elevator, kissing her, their tongues tangled, both hands going straight into her skirt to knead her.
“Xiaoqing, do you know? Lately I’ve realized you seem to be interested in other men?” He sneered, stripped off her clothes, and slammed her against the elevator wall.
She was so frightened that she backed away: “No... Yan Han, I swear!”
He grabbed her hair and yanked her down beneath him. “Then I’ll make you remember right now who your man is.”
He first went down on her roughly, his tongue curling around her clit and licking fiercely until she squirted. Then he flipped over and let her ride him, both hands gripping her waist as he frantically thrust up and down.
“Yan Han... I... I’m going to die...” she cried out as she climaxed.
But he didn’t cum either, and pressed her back down, taking her from behind again. Only after she climaxed three times in a row did he fill her womb with scorching semen.
A few months later, the company was reorganized, and Xiao Qing was transferred to another department. The two began a long-distance relationship.
In the evening, Yan Han held her in his arms and gently kissed her forehead.
“Xiaoqing, I love you.” It was the first time he had said it.
Crying, she kissed him back: “Me too... I never want to leave you again.”
They began to live sweetly, but every night Yanhan would pin her on the bed and once again possess her fiercely.
Once, he even took her to his parents’ house for dinner. During the meal, his hand kept reaching under her skirt across the table, secretly rubbing her clitoris until she bit her lip and held back to the very end before climaxing.
Half a year later, Xiaoqing got pregnant.
Yan Han carried her to the bed, hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, and frantically drove into the deepest place.
“Baby, I’m going to make you pregnant with our child.” he said breathlessly.
She climaxed in tears, her body trembling as she sprayed.
“You’re going to give me a little Yan Han.” He growled as he shot out his last burst of thick semen.
Afterward, the two lay on the bed, holding each other tightly.
“Xiaoqing, from now on, you’re my woman.”
She smiled: "Mmm... I love you, Yan Han."
The end of this story is an eternal mark about urban passion, emotional entanglements, and the awakening of desire. In this high-pressure city, Li Xiaoqing found redemption deep within her soul. Her body and mind found true liberation under Yan Han's conquest. From the initial endurance to the final complete surrender, each wave of passion was proof of her self-awakening.
But she never truly found redemption.
She thought that after getting pregnant, everything would calm down. Yan Han spoiled her like a little princess, driving her to work in the morning and picking her up himself after work at night. Even her company’s boss couldn’t help but sigh: “Director Yan is really protecting Xiaoqing too well.” She also thought that she could finally feel at ease—get pregnant, have the baby, give birth to the child, and then fall in love properly.
But she was wrong.
Yan Han's possessiveness had never diminished; instead, during these six months of pregnancy, it had become crazily intensified.
In the first month, he noticed her office lady skirts were getting tighter, and her D-cup breasts had begun to sag slightly. When he came home at night, he directly threw her onto the bed, tore a large rip in that knee-length woolen skirt, his movements rough as if he wanted to fuck her right then and there.
“Xiaoqing, you fucking got pregnant, and you still want to keep seducing other people in the office?” His voice was low, his eyes bloodshot. He spread her legs and lunged at her, the thick cock thrusting straight into the already soaked cunt. “Look at you, acting so slutty... whoever the fuck dares to touch you, I’ll kill him!”
She begged through her tears, “Yan Han... the baby is still inside... be gentler...”
But he fucked like a beast, slamming the bedhead so hard it rattled, each thrust driving into the deepest part of her womb. Panting, he said: “Baby? I want you to get pregnant with the second, the third... You’re already pregnant and still dare to act coy with me? Today I’m going to fuck you until you can’t get pregnant by any other man!”
For the first time, she truly cried, completely broken by his rough possession, yet climaxing so intensely she squirted nonstop. When Yan Han came inside her, he deliberately flipped her over, making her kneel and look in the mirror: "See clearly, you are now only my woman."
And so, pregnancy became the most frenzied catalyst for them.
In the second month, she was praised by a young colleague from the marketing department at the company: 'Sister Xiaoqing, your maternity leave plan is really well designed.' That night, Yan Han directly pressed her onto the last chair in the company conference room, lifted her skirt to her waist, didn't even take off her pants, and thrust into her from behind.
“Dare to talk to others in the company? Dare to show off in front of others that you're pregnant?” He bit her ear and fucked her hard, his voice sounding like he wanted to tear her apart, “You’re fucking pregnant right now, and you still dare to act all high and mighty in the office? Today I’ll fuck you until you can’t move!”
She cried out, “Yan Han... I was wrong... I’m yours... I only want you...”
But the more she cried, the harder he fucked her. Until she came again and again, her body softening into a puddle of rotten mud, he finally ejaculated into her womb and said softly, “From now on, every word you say in the company, every look you give, is allowed only for me and no one else.”
In the third month, her belly was big, and her body became extremely sensitive. Yan Han discovered that every night she would automatically spread her legs waiting for him. He carried her to bed and fucked her wildly, treating her like a laying hen.
Once he even took her to his parents' house as a guest. During the meal, he sandwiched her between them, but his hand kept reaching under her skirt, directly inserting into her panties from behind, playing with her already wet opening until she bit her chopsticks, holding back tears as she climaxed. Yan Han's father sat nearby reading the newspaper, but he whispered in her ear, 'Damn, you're still this horny even though you're pregnant now? I'll drag you back to the hotel tomorrow and fuck you until you can't get out of bed.'
During her pregnancy, Yan Han's domination of her shifted from "gentle" to "possessive in a perverse way."
He started taking her to all kinds of hotels, the presidential suite, luxury villas, even the office of the CFO at his company headquarters. He would pin her on the sofa, fucking her while making calls: “Old Li, I’m adding a product manager to tomorrow’s meeting at the last minute to revise the draft... You know what? My wife is pregnant now, and fucking her has got me unable to stay hard all day. You need to help me come up with a solution.”
Every time, he would fuck her roughly until she cried, but afterward, he would gently kiss her forehead: 'Sorry, baby, I couldn't help it... you're the sluttiest woman I've ever had in my life.'
Half a year later, the child was born.
At the hospital, Yan Han personally held little Yan Han, looking at her weak yet happy appearance, his eyes full of possessiveness.
“Xiaoqing, from now on, you’re my little bitch.” He lowered his voice by her ear. “You let me fuck you for so long when you were pregnant, and now that the child is born, I’m still going to fuck you for the rest of your life.”
Crying, she smiled. “Mm... I’m yours... whether before pregnancy, during pregnancy, or after pregnancy, I belong to you alone.”
She thought she had finally found salvation—in Yan Han’s arms, she was no longer that ordinary white-collar worker tormented by desire, but a woman who had been completely conquered and completely satisfied.
But she was wrong.
Because Yan Han's conquest was never redemption, but a new prison. And she had, just as it happened, fallen in love with this prison.
She thought that after getting pregnant, everything would calm down. Yan Han spoiled her like a little princess, driving her to work in the morning and picking her up himself after work at night. Even her company’s boss couldn’t help but sigh: “Director Yan is really protecting Xiaoqing too well.” She also thought that she could finally feel at ease—get pregnant, have the baby, give birth to the child, and then fall in love properly.
But she was wrong.
Yan Han's possessiveness had never diminished; instead, during these six months of pregnancy, it had become crazily intensified.
In the first month, he noticed her office lady skirts were getting tighter, and her D-cup breasts had begun to sag slightly. When he came home at night, he directly threw her onto the bed, tore a large rip in that knee-length woolen skirt, his movements rough as if he wanted to fuck her right then and there.
“Xiaoqing, you fucking got pregnant, and you still want to keep seducing other people in the office?” His voice was low, his eyes bloodshot. He spread her legs and lunged at her, the thick cock thrusting straight into the already soaked cunt. “Look at you, acting so slutty... whoever the fuck dares to touch you, I’ll kill him!”
She begged through her tears, “Yan Han... the baby is still inside... be gentler...”
But he fucked like a beast, slamming the bedhead so hard it rattled, each thrust driving into the deepest part of her womb. Panting, he said: “Baby? I want you to get pregnant with the second, the third... You’re already pregnant and still dare to act coy with me? Today I’m going to fuck you until you can’t get pregnant by any other man!”
For the first time, she truly cried, completely broken by his rough possession, yet climaxing so intensely she squirted nonstop. When Yan Han came inside her, he deliberately flipped her over, making her kneel and look in the mirror: "See clearly, you are now only my woman."
And so, pregnancy became the most frenzied catalyst for them.
In the second month, she was praised by a young colleague from the marketing department at the company: 'Sister Xiaoqing, your maternity leave plan is really well designed.' That night, Yan Han directly pressed her onto the last chair in the company conference room, lifted her skirt to her waist, didn't even take off her pants, and thrust into her from behind.
“Dare to talk to others in the company? Dare to show off in front of others that you're pregnant?” He bit her ear and fucked her hard, his voice sounding like he wanted to tear her apart, “You’re fucking pregnant right now, and you still dare to act all high and mighty in the office? Today I’ll fuck you until you can’t move!”
She cried out, “Yan Han... I was wrong... I’m yours... I only want you...”
But the more she cried, the harder he fucked her. Until she came again and again, her body softening into a puddle of rotten mud, he finally ejaculated into her womb and said softly, “From now on, every word you say in the company, every look you give, is allowed only for me and no one else.”
In the third month, her belly was big, and her body became extremely sensitive. Yan Han discovered that every night she would automatically spread her legs waiting for him. He carried her to bed and fucked her wildly, treating her like a laying hen.
Once he even took her to his parents' house as a guest. During the meal, he sandwiched her between them, but his hand kept reaching under her skirt, directly inserting into her panties from behind, playing with her already wet opening until she bit her chopsticks, holding back tears as she climaxed. Yan Han's father sat nearby reading the newspaper, but he whispered in her ear, 'Damn, you're still this horny even though you're pregnant now? I'll drag you back to the hotel tomorrow and fuck you until you can't get out of bed.'
During her pregnancy, Yan Han's domination of her shifted from "gentle" to "possessive in a perverse way."
He started taking her to all kinds of hotels, the presidential suite, luxury villas, even the office of the CFO at his company headquarters. He would pin her on the sofa, fucking her while making calls: “Old Li, I’m adding a product manager to tomorrow’s meeting at the last minute to revise the draft... You know what? My wife is pregnant now, and fucking her has got me unable to stay hard all day. You need to help me come up with a solution.”
Every time, he would fuck her roughly until she cried, but afterward, he would gently kiss her forehead: 'Sorry, baby, I couldn't help it... you're the sluttiest woman I've ever had in my life.'
Half a year later, the child was born.
At the hospital, Yan Han personally held little Yan Han, looking at her weak yet happy appearance, his eyes full of possessiveness.
“Xiaoqing, from now on, you’re my little bitch.” He lowered his voice by her ear. “You let me fuck you for so long when you were pregnant, and now that the child is born, I’m still going to fuck you for the rest of your life.”
Crying, she smiled. “Mm... I’m yours... whether before pregnancy, during pregnancy, or after pregnancy, I belong to you alone.”
She thought she had finally found salvation—in Yan Han’s arms, she was no longer that ordinary white-collar worker tormented by desire, but a woman who had been completely conquered and completely satisfied.
But she was wrong.
After getting pregnant, Yan Han completely changed. He was no longer just 'gently conquering'; he had completely turned her into a pregnant sow who only knew how to obey, only knew how to be fucked, only knew how to get pregnant.
For a full three months of maternity leave, he locked her at home, with all doors and windows locked from the inside, and every day she was only allowed to wear the sluttiest camisole nightdress he had personally chosen—the front was almost transparent, and the back simply exposed her butt. Every morning he carried her from the bed and threw her onto the sofa, directly fucking her until she squirted, and only then did he make her breakfast.
In the first week, she cried, saying, 'Yan Han... the baby is only three months old, I still can't...'
But he simply turned her over, aimed at the mouth of her womb, and slammed in hard, his voice seeming ready to tear her apart: “No! I’m going to make you pregnant with the second, third, and fourth one for these three months! Look at you, this slutty pussy is even sluttier now than before you were pregnant! Every night I’m going to shoot into your womb and make it so you can’t get out of bed!”
She begged through her tears, but the more she cried, the rougher he became. On the third day, she was so exhausted she could only lie there face down, yet he picked her up and kept fucking her from behind, his movements like he wanted to fuck straight through her. He fucked her until she climaxed and sprayed, and only then did he give a low growl and cum deep inside her, the scalding semen pouring in and making her lower abdomen bulge.
“Look, now you don’t even dare to get pregnant? All you know is cry. From now on, you’re going to get pregnant every day!”
And so, she was completely imprisoned by him.
When maternity leave ended, she finally could go back to the company, but Han Yan had a rule: she could only wear the most understated OL dresses he bought for her—the neckline up to the collarbone, the hem down to the ankles, and the tie had to be knotted tightly. But after work he would drag her straight into the company rooftop lounge, tear off her clothes, and fuck her from behind until she cried.
“Do you think I don’t know you’ve been seducing other men at the company?” He bit her shoulder as he fucked her hard. “I’ll fuck you until you get pregnant every month! Otherwise I’ll transfer you to the technical department right now, lock you in the office at headquarters, and fuck you every day until you can’t move!”
Crying, she nodded. “Yes... I only want you...”
Yan Han's possessiveness was fully awakened toward her after she became pregnant. He began taking her to all sorts of places to "prove ownership."
Once, he even dragged her to his parents’ house as a guest. During the meal, his hand reached straight under her skirt and fucked her from behind until she was biting her chopsticks and holding back tears. Yan Han’s mother was sitting beside them, yet he whispered to her with a smile: “Mom, she’s now the sluttiest sow in my family. I fucked her for three months while she was pregnant, and now that her maternity leave is over, she’s started thinking about other men again.”
His words made her climax on the spot, squirting on the sofa.
Half a year later, she was pregnant with their second child.
Yan Han pressed her onto the delivery-room bed, both hands tightly gripping her waist, frantically thrusting into her, each thrust going to the deepest point.
“Baby, I’m going to make you pregnant with a second little Yan Han!” he roared breathlessly, “When you were pregnant I fucked you for half a year, and now I want you to get pregnant with a second one! Look at that belly of yours, it’s especially tight to fuck! I’m going to fuck you until I squeeze milk out of your tits!”
She begged through her tears, but he kept making her spray again and again. After her postpartum recovery, Yan Han took her to the finance director’s office at his company headquarters, where the door could be locked from the inside. He pinned her on the finance director’s desk, hiked her skirt up to her waist, and fucked her hard from behind, saying in a low voice, “You’re pregnant now, and you still dare to flaunt yourself around the company? I’m going to make sure you remember this right now — you’re my sow, and only I’m allowed to fuck you!”
She cried out, “Yan Han... I was wrong... I only want you...”
But the more she cried, the harder he fucked her. Until she came again and again, he finally ejaculated deep inside her, flooding her lower abdomen with scorching semen until it bulged. Afterward, he even deliberately turned her over and made her kneel to look in the mirror: “Look carefully, you don’t even dare think about getting pregnant by anyone else now... you’re mine.”
Yan Han's conquest was never redemption, but rather turning her completely into a woman who could only cry, only be fucked, only get pregnant. Every day he had to fuck her until she was too tired to stand, and only then would he gently kiss her forehead and hold her as he fell asleep.
She thought she had finally found salvation.
But she was wrong.
Because Yan Han's conquest was never redemption, but a new prison.
And she precisely fell in love with this cage.
She fell in love with Yan Han fucking her awake every morning, fell in love with Yan Han locking her at home for three months forbidding her to go out, fell in love with Yan Han fucking her until she squirted uncontrollably during her pregnancy, fell in love with Yan Han pinning her down in the company office after her postpartum recovery and fucking her until she cried.
She fell in love with this man's possession of her, his conquest of her, her complete and utter surrender to him.
And she herself had long been completely submerged between Yan Han's tenderness and cruelty, no longer able to distinguish what was love and what was a cage.
She only knew——
From the first time she was conquered in that hotel that night, she could never go back.
What she wanted was never redemption.
What she wanted was for Yan Han to never let her go.
To forever fuck her until she cries, until she climaxes, until she squirts, until she gets pregnant, until she completely belongs to him.
In the high-rises of this city, Li Xiaoqing finally found her true home — not some salvation of the soul, but a man's most thorough, most cruel, most lingering imprisonment of her body and mind.
She fell in love with this cage.
She fell in love with Yan Han.
She fell in love with every cry, every squirt, every 'Baby, I want you to conceive the second one' that followed his conquest.
She fell in love with this ultimate experience.
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