The mobile phone on the computer desk let out a short, sharp vibration that cut through the dead silence of the night like a blade.

I jolted upright from my chair, snatched up the phone, and the screen’s cold white glow lit up my face—twisted with wild excitement.

It was a WeChat message from Shen Shuai.

"Brother, it’s done. I doubled the dose tonight. She won’t wake up. I left the door ajar for you."

Reading those few short lines, I felt the blood in my entire body ignite and surge straight to my head. My heart hammered against my ribs like a war drum pounded by a heavy mallet—boom, boom, boom.

"Finally..." I gripped the phone so tightly my knuckles turned white and growled into the empty room, my voice low and feral. "Last week’s tease... I’ve been dreaming about those massive tits and those pale, thick legs every single night. Today, let’s see where you can run to!"

I quickly changed into dark sportswear that would help me melt into the shadows. At the door, I took a deep breath, placed my hand on the handle, and steadied myself.

"Wang Tianyi, don’t get nervous," I muttered to myself. "The dose was doubled. She’s nothing but a helpless body now, completely at your mercy. All that money you spent buying games for that little brat—it was all for this moment. It’s time!"

I pushed the door open and slipped into the stairwell like a ghost.

The motion-sensor lights in the hallway remained off. Perfect.

I crept silently to Lin Xinrou’s door next door. Sure enough, the security door was left slightly open, a tiny inviting gap waiting for me.

"That kid’s actually reliable," I smirked. I gently pushed the door open, slid inside, and quietly locked it behind me.

Click.

The soft sound of the lock engaging told me I had officially entered my private hunting ground.

The room carried a faint lavender scent—the laundry detergent Lin Xinrou always used. It should have been calming, but to me it was pure aphrodisiac poison.

I moved through the living room with ease and reached the master bedroom door. It was also left ajar. I swallowed hard and slowly pushed it open.

"Sister Xinrou?" I called out softly from the doorway, testing.

The only sounds were the low hum of the air conditioner and the woman’s deep, even breathing on the bed. Moonlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains, bathing the bed in a silvery glow and outlining the voluptuous body that had haunted my dreams for so long.

"She’s sleeping so soundly," I whispered, gathering my courage as I approached the bedside and looked down at her. "Double the sleeping pills... they really worked. Even if someone sold her off right now, she probably wouldn’t know how to count the money."

Lin Xinrou was still wearing that burgundy silk nightgown. Tonight she lay flat on her back instead of curled on her side.

Her F-cup breasts created a breathtaking silhouette beneath the thin fabric, straining against it as if ready to burst free at any moment.

The neckline had fallen open, exposing large expanses of snow-white skin. Even her dark areolas were faintly visible through the sheer silk.

Gulp.

My throat felt painfully dry.

My cock swelled uncontrollably, pushing hard against my sweatpants and forming a blatant, aching tent.

"Sister Xinrou, do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?" I leaned down until my face was inches from hers, greedily inhaling the mature scent of her body. "You always act so dignified and untouchable... but look at you now—lying here with your chest practically spilling out. Are you waiting for a man to come pamper you?"

She gave no answer, only continued breathing steadily.

"Not talking? I’ll take that as a yes." Rage and lust boiled over inside me. I grabbed the thin summer blanket. "I let you off last week, but tonight I’m taking everything back with interest!"

Whoosh—

I yanked the quilt off in one swift motion and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Her mature, plump, full-figured body was now completely exposed before my eyes.

"Hiss... what a fucking masterpiece!" I sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening.

Without the quilt’s pressure, her enormous breasts spread out even more shamelessly to both sides.

Her round, soft waist. Her wide, fertile hips. Those thick, dazzlingly white thighs pressed tightly together.

This was perfection—a living work of art created solely to satisfy a man’s most primal desires.

"Sister Xinrou, I’m going to start enjoying you now," I declared hoarsely. My hands trembled with anticipation as I reached for those proud, heaving peaks.

The moment my palms covered those two massive, soft mounds through the silk nightgown, an indescribable sensation flooded my body.

They were impossibly soft—like the finest water balloons filled with warm, heavy liquid—yet incredibly elastic and full.

My hands couldn’t contain them completely; the rich, creamy flesh overflowed between my fingers, forming deep, seductive cleavage.

"So big... so fucking soft..." I groaned, unable to stop myself from kneading them greedily. "Sister Xinrou, how the hell did you grow tits like these? At thirty-eight, they’re still so perky and full. You must spend a lot of time maintaining them, huh? What a waste—such perfect breasts untouched by a man for so many years."

As I kneaded harder, Lin Xinrou stirred faintly in her drugged sleep. Her brows furrowed slightly, her red lips parted, and a soft, unconscious moan escaped.

"Mmm..."

"Feeling it already?" I grinned with delight, my hands growing bolder. "Does it feel good? Your body is more honest than your mouth. After so many years without a man’s touch, you must be starving for this, aren’t you?"

What shocked and thrilled me even more was how her body instinctively arched upward, pressing those massive breasts deeper into my eager palms as if welcoming my rough treatment.

"Hahaha, see? You like it, don’t you?" I laughed wildly, drunk on the thrill of conquest. "You act so aloof and proper during the day, but your body is so shameless at night. Don’t worry—I’ll satisfy every inch of you tonight."

My gaze slid downward from her high, firm breasts, over her slightly plump waist and belly, and settled on her thick, juicy thighs.

The hem of the nightgown had ridden up, barely covering the tops of her thighs. That mysterious shadowed area between them exerted a fatal pull on me.

"I’ve had enough of playing with these tits. Time to explore lower," I muttered, removing my hands. I grabbed the hem of her nightgown. "Sister Xinrou, let me see your secret garden."

Slowly, inch by inch, I pushed the silk nightgown up.

Her fair, plump thighs were gradually revealed in full.

When the fabric reached her waist, a pair of black lace panties came into view.

"Black lace?" I raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile on my lips. "Who would’ve thought? You dress so conservatively on the outside, yet you wear such sexy panties underneath. Who are these for, Sister Xinrou? Were you secretly hoping some man would strip you naked in the middle of the night?"

I leaned in closer, studying her under the moonlight.

Suddenly, I noticed the crotch of the black lace panties was noticeably darker than the rest, the fabric clinging tightly to her slit.

"This is..." My eyes widened. I reached out and gently pressed a finger against the darkened area.

Wet.

"Fuck!" I cursed, shock and excitement surging through me. "Sister Xinrou... you’re actually soaked?"

I glanced at her peaceful sleeping face, then back at the drenched panties. An overwhelming sense of conquest and sadistic pleasure flooded me.

"Your body is way too sensitive," I said, rubbing my finger slowly over the soaked fabric, savoring the warm moisture. "I only played with your tits and you’re already flooding like this? How desperate are you? Do you dream about men touching you every night?"

Lin Xinrou’s body trembled faintly. Her thighs tried weakly to close, but the sleeping pills rendered her movements useless.

"Don’t hide from me." I grabbed her knees and forcefully spread her legs apart. "Open up. Let me see everything."

The mysterious area wrapped in black lace was now fully displayed. The wet patch had grown even larger, and a thin trickle of clear nectar had begun seeping out from the edges of the fabric.

"The sheets are almost soaked," I sneered. Gripping the waistband of her panties with both hands, I added, "Since you want it so badly, I’ll give it to you."

With one hard tug, I ripped the black lace panties down her thighs and threw them aside.

Her delicate pink petals—untouched by any man other than her ex-husband—were finally completely exposed to the air.

Only a few sparse, neatly trimmed hairs surrounded it. Her labia were slightly swollen and parted, glistening with crystal-clear love juices that shimmered obscenely in the moonlight.

"So beautiful..." I breathed heavily, staring at the sight. "Sister Xinrou, it’s so pretty down here. You don’t look like a woman who’s given birth to two children at all. So pink, so tender, just like a young girl’s."

I extended my right middle finger, coated it with her abundant nectar, and gently slid it along her slick labia.

"So slippery... so hot," I groaned, my finger hovering over her narrow entrance. "You’re completely ready for me, aren’t you? All this juice is just waiting to welcome me in."