Collection of sin - Officer Wang's secret fantasies (ZhanYi-FF)

Attention, please! - Part one

Attention, please! Part one

A/N: This book includes only Wang Yi Bo's pov as it is a collection of his dreams/fantasies, and all details are limited to his perception.

POV Baby Officer:

Mental protocol, entry 92, documenting the impending irreversible collapse of my mental state.

Good evening, you haven of my insane confessions, witness to my fornication and my utterly reprehensible thoughts - my treasured and beloved diary. I felt like I had neglected you for far too long while dealing with the insatiable desires of my constantly horny bastard of a husband.

So here I am, hidden under the sanctuary of my cozy blanket, only illuminated by the warm glow of my cell phone camera, and filled with the constant fear that this same husband would awaken from his post-coital slumber. The consequences would be disastrous. But I really want to share with you the latest questionable product of my compromised mind to give meaning to your existence.

As you might correctly suspect, the origin of all evil once again played a not entirely insignificant, no, actually an indispensable role in, let's call it an absolutely unrealistic result of my partially impaired brain cells.

But before diving too deeply into the spicy topic, I have to add that I highly suspect parts of my mental companions infiltrated my center of fantasy and reasoning, effectively levering out my good sense. Or else I simply have no plausible explanation for this example of non-existent self-preservation instinct.

So let's begin, fasten your seatbelts and enjoy:

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"Ladies and gentlemen, Air China welcomes you to Beijing. The local time is 11:35 am. For your own safety and the safety of your fellow passengers, please remain seated with your seat belts fastened and keep the aisles clear until we have parked at the gate. The captain will then turn off the 'Fasten Seat Belt' sign to indicate that standing is safe. Please exercise caution when opening overhead compartments and retrieving items, as they may have shifted during the flight." Without any motivation, I routinely recited my required text, which had been burned into my memory through countless repetitions.

The well-known jerking of the wheels as our plane touched down made me breathe an exaggerated sigh of relief after an incredibly strenuous overnight flight. I really hoped for this hellish ride to be over soon without any unpleasant incidents, but what did my sore eyes just spot?

'Just behave, you bunch of uncivilised neanderthals and listen to what I'm saying! What's so difficult about that??'

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have not yet reached the gate. Please remain seated until the captain turns off the 'Fasten Seat Belt' sign! Thank you!" I took a deep breath before I emphasized in a slightly more firm, better known as pissed off tone, as the first impatient and obviously deaf passengers began to rummage in their seats. Too bad zip ties weren't included in the standard work equipment for a regular flight attendant, even though they would make things so much easier... Anyway, I'm digressing...

Why the hell was it so difficult to simply follow one fucking order? And why, after five dreadful years of this daily torture, am I still questioning human behavior?

As the plane finally stopped at its designated gate, I wearily pushed open the heavy door of the new, modern Airbus A320. I struggled to maintain a not-too-forced smile on my handsome face with all the non-existent strength I had left while repeatedly reminding our passengers of the applicable regulations. Of course, without resorting to the foul insults on the tip of my tongue that some of those present undoubtedly deserved. But you see, being an undeniable professional in my field, I would never stoop to such a low level.