Night had fallen like a vast piece of black velvet, tightly wrapping the once-bustling city in silence.

The wall clock in the living room ticked monotonously, its hour hand quietly pointing to one o’clock in the morning.

I sat on the sofa, idly playing with the spare key I had secretly copied. The cold metallic touch spread from my fingertips to my heart, but it did nothing to suppress the fierce, evil fire burning hotter and hotter in my lower abdomen.

It was another Wednesday—another exclusive hunting night that belonged only to me.

"Ding dong."

The phone screen on the coffee table suddenly lit up, glaringly bright in the dim room. I snatched it up and unlocked the screen. It was a WeChat message from Shen Shuai.

"Brother, it’s done. Mom worked overtime until ten tonight and came back exhausted. She didn’t even want to talk. I doubled the dose in her hot milk. She fell asleep ten minutes after drinking it. She’s sleeping like a dead pig now—thunder wouldn’t wake her. The door is unlocked. You can go in."

Reading the message, the corners of my mouth curled into a feverish smile.

This little bastard was young, but he handled things well.

When I ran into him downstairs that afternoon, I had specifically reminded him.

"Xiao Shuai, control the dosage carefully tonight. Not too little, but don’t overdo it and damage her brain, understand?" I had said in a low voice while handing him the pre-order form for a new game.

"Don’t worry, Bro!" Shen Shuai had grabbed the form, eyes shining. "You don’t trust me? It’s the perfect amount. I guarantee Mom will sleep until at least 7:30 tomorrow morning. Even if you take the whole bed apart, she won’t wake up! But Bro, what new tricks are you planning tonight? Last time she could barely walk in the morning."

"Mind your own business, you little brat," I had smacked the back of his head. "Just keep your mouth shut and enjoy your game."

"Hehe, got it! Hope you have a great time tonight, Bro!"

Recalling the conversation, I took a deep breath, stood up, silenced my phone, and slipped it into my pocket.

I walked to the entrance, changed into a pair of soft, silent slippers, gently opened my security door, and slipped into the quiet hallway like a nocturnal cat.

The security door next door was just a few steps away.

I inserted the key, skillfully turned it two full rotations to the right, and heard a faint click. I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and closed it gently behind me without making a sound.

The room was filled with the faint lavender scent of the laundry detergent Lin Xinrou always used.

The living room was pitch black, but a faint, warm yellow light leaked out from under the master bedroom door.

That small nightlight she left on felt like a beacon guiding me straight to paradise.

I moved slowly through the living room, grasped the master bedroom doorknob, gently turned it, and pushed the door open.

The sight before me instantly made my half-hard cock swell to its full, throbbing limit, nearly bursting through my pants.

Gulp...

I swallowed hard, my Adam’s apple bobbing visibly.

Lin Xinrou was lying on her side on the large double bed.

Tonight she wore a burgundy silk slip dress. The smooth, clingy fabric had almost completely lost its ability to conceal anything in this position.

Because she was lying on her side, gravity pulled a large portion of her proud F-cup breasts out of the neckline. The soft white flesh pressed together, forming a deep, tempting cleavage.

The edges of her rosy areolas peeked out from beneath the silk, silently inviting me.

Lower down, her waist was slender enough to be encircled with one arm, while her hips flared out into exaggerated, blood-boiling curves.

Her round, full ass was pushed high, stretching the hem of the nightgown tight.

Due to her slightly curled sleeping posture, the dress had ridden up to her upper thighs, revealing large expanses of fair, plump leg flesh and the edge of her black lace panties.

"Sister Xinrou, your body is simply made to tempt men into committing crimes," I murmured softly, standing by the bed and looking down at her ripe, beautiful figure.

I didn’t pounce on her immediately. Instead, I slowly stripped off my clothes—first the shirt, then the belt, and finally my trousers and underwear.

When I stood completely naked beside the bed, my 20-centimeter-long, thick cock was fully engorged. Veins bulged along its length as it stood upright like a hot iron rod, twitching slightly in the air with impatient hunger.

"The first two times I had you on your back or stomach. Tonight, let’s try a different position," I whispered to myself.

I leaned down and knelt on the edge of the bed with one knee. The mattress sank slightly, but Lin Xinrou, lost in deep sleep, remained completely unaware.

Her breathing was long and steady. The pair of massive breasts on her chest rose and fell rhythmically, releasing the sweet, intoxicating body scent unique to a mature woman.

I slid onto the bed from behind her like a snake. The moment my chest pressed against her smooth, delicate back, the incredible sensation made me suck in a sharp breath.

"Hiss... so soft and slippery..."

I slipped my left arm under her neck so her head rested on it, while my right hand slid up from her flat lower abdomen, slipped under the burgundy silk nightgown, and grabbed her heavy right breast.

"Mmm... so fucking soft..." I couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.

The feeling was beyond words.

It was like holding a top-tier water balloon filled with warm liquid—soft, full, elastic, yet deliciously heavy.

My five fingers kneaded and squeezed the supple white flesh into all kinds of lewd shapes.

My thumb and forefinger found her already slightly hardened nipple and began gently twisting and tugging it.

"Hmm..."

Lin Xinrou let out a faint nasal moan in her sleep, her brows furrowing slightly.

Although the sleeping pills had robbed her of consciousness, her long-repressed body had grown extraordinarily sensitive after the previous two forced encounters.

Even unconscious, her body instinctively reacted to stimulation.

"You’re feeling it, aren’t you, Sister Xinrou? Your body is much more honest than your mouth," I whispered wickedly into her ear. "In the elevator during the day, you told me it was a hormonal imbalance. Do you know that what’s leaking out of you is actually my cum from fucking you senseless?"

As I spoke those vulgar words, my right hand continued its work.

While kneading her massive breast, I pressed my lower body tightly against her full, perky ass.

My hot, rock-hard cock, separated only by the thin black lace of her panties, nestled perfectly against the valley between her thighs.

I could feel the incredible heat radiating from her core.

I released her breast, slid my hand down her flat stomach, and reached under the hem of her nightgown.

Hooking my fingers around the edge of her black lace panties, I slowly pulled them down to her upper thighs.

The moment the panties were removed, a strong, sweet, musky scent—female hormones mixed with vaginal fluids—wafted up.

I extended my middle finger and gently stroked her tightly closed slit.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Sister Xinrou, look how wet you already are," I raised my finger, now coated in transparent mucus, and examined it under the faint nightlight. The glistening love juice shimmered obscenely. "You’re dripping before I even put it in. It seems your body has completely memorized my big cock."

I placed my hand back on her breast, gripped her waist, and suddenly thrust my hips forward.

The swollen head of my cock parted her already soaked, plump labia and slid smoothly into her tight, scorching corridor.

"Ah...!"

The moment my thick shaft broke in, Lin Xinrou’s body stiffened. A short, flirtatious moan escaped her throat.

The side-entry position created a more devious and deeper angle of penetration.

Her tight inner walls wrapped around me in layers, as if countless tiny mouths were frantically sucking my cock.

"It’s so fucking tight! So goddamn good!"

I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to cum immediately. Gripping her slender waist with both hands, I thrust my hips forward and slowly, relentlessly pushed the remaining ten centimeters of my thick meat stick into her body inch by inch.

"Mmm... it’s so swollen... don’t..."

Lin Xinrou’s brows knitted tightly together. Her hands unconsciously clutched the sheets beneath her.

As my cock continued to sink deeper, her breathing grew faster and heavier. The massive breasts I was holding in my hand heaved violently