I’ve watched plenty of movies and seen more than enough “office dramas,” but I never imagined I’d end up caught in one myself. I had no mood at all to go to work the next day. Around that time, the HR lady I often chatted with messaged me, “Do you know yet?”
I replied, “Know what, sis?”
She answered, “Thúy Diễm just got her salary raised to 15 million! All thanks to that one plan!”
I froze. I’d worked for a whole year and still hadn’t reached that level. An intern student, riding on a plan stolen from someone else, could sit pretty with such a shockingly high salary. Meanwhile, I was turned into the villain, with nothing to clear my own name. Life really is full of unfairness.
I lost all motivation and went back to sleep. When I woke up again, it was already 6 p.m.—normally the time I’d just be getting home. Suddenly, my phone rang loudly. It was the friend who had sent the voice messages in the group chat earlier. He said, “Hey, I rushed home earlier and forgot to leave the keys behind. The office might still be unlocked. You live nearby and have the spare key—can you go check for me? I’ll treat you to milk tea tomorrow!”
That friend was the office admin, so he was the only one who kept the main keys. Since I was close to him, I held the spare. Usually, we were always the first to arrive and the last to leave, so no one ever really needed the keys. Plus, his place was three times farther from the office than mine. Making him turn back would’ve been cruel.
I suggested, “Why don’t you ask building security to lock it?”
He snapped back, “Are you crazy? They’re the building’s security, not our company’s. What if they’re bad people and steal everything—am I supposed to pay for that shit?”
That actually made sense. Considering he’d tipped me off about the important info that morning, I agreed to help. While I was out anyway, I figured I’d grab something to eat later.
Standing at the entrance of the building, I saw the office inside was pitch-dark. Everyone must have gone home already. Our office was on the first floor, and that floor only had two rooms. I just had to climb one flight of stairs to reach the door. The darkness inside made me so scared I almost pissed myself. Luckily, there was still light spilling out from the restroom across the hall.
I gently pushed the office door—it really wasn’t locked. I quickly inserted the key and locked it. Unexpectedly, the lock was slick with grease. When I pulled the key out, it smeared all over it, and before I realized it, it got on my hand too. I frowned in disgust. Even though I was scared, I had no choice but to go wash my hands in the restroom.
The moment I reached the men’s restroom door, I heard sounds coming from inside. Every hair on my body stood on end. I thought, “Fuck, everyone’s gone at this hour—who the hell is still here?”
But then the sounds grew clearer, unmistakably human voices, “Mm… mm… so good, my love! Your cock fucking my pussy feels so good! Go easy, baby, your cock is so big and hard—fuck me like that and you’ll tear me apart… mm… mm…”
There was no mistaking it. That was Thúy Diễm’s voice! How the hell was she in the men’s restroom?
And I wasn’t feeling merciful at all—especially after the vicious trick she’d pulled on me. I turned on my phone, switched to video mode, and recorded every lewd moan of hers and the man she was fucking in this place.
I pushed the restroom door open. Inside the men’s room, besides the urinals, there was a private stall. From within it came Thúy Diễm’s obscene moans. The slap-slap sound of thighs hitting flesh echoed clearly. After her voice came a man’s, “Your young pussy is so tight, Diễm, it feels amazing! I’m fucking your pussy raw, Diễm! The deeper I fuck you, the higher your salary goes! You like that? Feels good, huh?”
Suddenly, everything clicked. That man’s voice—it was Quang Lân! He wasn’t that old, but he already had a wife and kids, yet here he was, “grazing on young grass.”
It seemed Thúy Diễm was bracing herself against the stall door, because every hard thrust made it shake. Panting, she said, “Why are you yelling so loud? What if someone hears us?”
Quang Lân replied, “Let them hear and get horny to death! Just like me—you’ve got me so fucking horny! My wife at home never does it like you!”
Outside, with my phone recording everything, I thought, “That’s right! I’m enjoying this so damn much! Your karma’s finally here, bitch!”
Inside, Quang Lân slammed his cock into Thúy Diễm relentlessly. After a while, he said, “Ride me, baby!”
I heard a clatter—the sound of the toilet seat being lowered. He must’ve sat down on the toilet, with Thúy Diễm straddling his lap, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard cock.
As she rode him, gasping and moaning, she cried out, “Lân, your cock is so long, it’s going so deep inside me! Lân, I feel so good! I love you so much!”
Quang Lân asked, “Does riding Lân feel good? Move harder, faster! The better my cock feels, the higher your salary goes, sweetheart!”
Thúy Diễm answered breathlessly, “My pussy’s so wet, Lân! Riding Lân feels the best! Am I making your cock feel good, Lân? Better than your wife ever could? Tell me, Lân! Mm… mm… I’m soaking wet again!”
It sounded like they were kissing deeply now—only wet smacking noises and muffled moans echoed in the stall.
After more than five minutes, they finally pulled their lips apart, each moaning loudly, trying to make the other feel their raw lust. Quang Lân shouted, “I’m so fucking horny, Diễm! I’m taking the condom off so you can really enjoy it! I want to cum inside your pussy!”
Thúy Diễm moaned in pleasure, “Take it off! I told you from the start not to wear one! Take it off, Lân, make me fly! I’m on birth control—I won’t get pregnant! Pull your cock out, I’ll take the condom off for you!”
The thrusting paused for a moment, then resumed—this time even harder. Quang Lân’s voice grew louder, “Fuck, it feels so good! My wife only knows how to give birth—she never makes me feel like this! I love you, Diễm!”
Thúy Diễm cried out, “Cum inside me, Lân! Let your sperm fill me! Lân… mm… Lân…”
Quang Lân growled and roared, “I’m cumming! Diễm! I’m cumming inside your pussy! I’m cumming inside you! Ah… ah… I’ll knock you up with this load! I’m cumming… cumming… fuck, my cock’s numb… ah… ah… ah…”
The stall finally stopped shaking. The moans faded, replaced by heavy, ragged breathing. I wanted to film them walking out, but Quang Lân was rich and well-connected—working here was probably just a pastime for him. If he discovered this, he definitely wouldn’t let me off easy.
I quickly saved the video, ran out, unlocked the office door, and left it exactly as it had been before I arrived—just in case those two realized someone had come by. Then I hurried downstairs, hid across the street, and pretended to be some clueless passerby.
After a while, I caught sight of them leaving the building together. Quang Lân drove, with Thúy Diễm sitting behind him. To outsiders, they looked just like a married couple.
I wondered what his wife would feel if she saw or heard what had happened in that restroom earlier.
But I didn’t have the heart to destroy someone else’s family—more accurately, I didn’t have the courage. Besides, even if I didn’t do anything, that family was already doomed by the husband himself.
For now, I’ll just keep this little “documentary.” There will be a time when it comes in handy.