On Thursday morning, sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains and landed on my large bed.

I suddenly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. The crazy "double kill" from last night replayed vividly in my mind.

The mixed scent of the mother’s mature body fluids and the daughter’s delicate virgin fragrance still seemed to linger on my fingertips.

I took a deep breath, feeling every cell in my body cheering with satisfaction.

This feeling of having complete control over your prey while they remain completely unaware is more addictive than any drug in the world.

I rolled out of bed, hummed a light tune, and finished washing up.

I wasn’t in a hurry to go to the company today, because I knew the real show had only just begun.

I walked to the security door and peered through the peephole at the opposite door.

According to Lin Xinrou’s usual schedule, she would soon head out to buy groceries.

Sure enough, at exactly eight o’clock, the lock on the opposite door clicked softly. Lin Xinrou stepped out carrying an eco-friendly cloth bag. I immediately opened my door and pretended I was just leaving as well.

"Morning, Sister Xinrou! Going grocery shopping?" I flashed a bright, sunny smile and greeted her warmly.

Hearing my voice, Lin Xinrou’s body visibly stiffened.

She turned around. On her usually gentle and dignified face was an indescribable exhaustion and strangeness.

The corners of her eyes were slightly red, as if she had undergone some intense physical activity the night before. Even more noticeable was her walking posture.

Her legs seemed uncomfortable. With every step, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Ah... morning, Tianyi. Yes, I’m going to the morning market to see if there are any fresh ribs," Lin Xinrou forced a smile, but her eyes darted away nervously.

I strode forward, shamelessly glancing at the impressive outline of her F-cup breasts beneath her loose loungewear, then asked with feigned concern, "Sister Xinrou, you don’t look well. Did you not sleep properly last night? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Your walking posture... seems a bit off?"

At the words "walking posture," Lin Xinrou’s face instantly flushed red like a ripe apple.

She tugged anxiously at the hem of her clothes and stammered, "N-no, it’s nothing! It’s just... I might have slept in a bad position last night. My waist has been a bit sore lately, so I probably twisted it accidentally."

"Waist pain?" I secretly smirked inside. Last night I had gripped that plump, soft waist and pounded her hard from behind for over half an hour. How could it not be sore?

On the surface, however, I put on an extremely worried expression. "Back pain can be serious, Sister Xinrou. Do you want me to accompany you to the hospital? I know a good old Chinese medicine doctor with excellent massage techniques."

"No need, no need!" Lin Xinrou waved her hands frantically, as if frightened by the word "massage." She subconsciously clamped her legs together, her voice as quiet as a mosquito. "Don’t trouble yourself. I’ll just stop by the pharmacy and buy some medicated patches. Maybe... maybe menopause is coming. I’ve been feeling strange lately."

"Menopause? Sister Xinrou, you’re only in your thirties — the most attractive age for a woman. How could it be menopause?" I deliberately emphasized the word "attractive."

Lin Xinrou sighed, a flash of unspeakable shame appearing in her eyes. "Tianyi, you’re still young and don’t understand a woman’s hardships. Actually... my sleep quality has been very poor recently. Even though I take sleeping pills and fall asleep, I keep having those kinds of... strange dreams."

"Strange dreams?" I pretended to be surprised and leaned closer, lowering my voice. "What kind of dreams? Nightmares? Do you want to tell me about them? It might make you feel better."

Lin Xinrou’s face turned even redder. She gripped the handle of her cloth bag tightly and shook her head repeatedly. "No, no, they’re not nightmares. It’s just... oh, they’re just tiring dreams. Every time I wake up, I feel like I’ve run 800 meters. I’m covered in sweat, and... and..."

"And what?" I pressed closer, staring into her eyes.

"And down there... no, and my legs are really sore!" Lin Xinrou changed her words abruptly, her eyes panicked like a frightened rabbit. "Oh, I shouldn’t be telling you this. The morning market will run out of good produce if I’m late. I’m leaving now, Tianyi!"

With that, she hurried away as if fleeing, but her awkward walking posture made her steps look unsteady.

Watching her plump ass sway inside her loose pants, the lewd image of those two fleshy cheeks rippling wildly last night flashed through my mind again. The corners of my mouth curled up uncontrollably.

"Take care, Sister Xinrou! Don’t strain your waist!" I called out from behind.

After she entered the elevator, I didn’t head to the company. Instead, I went down the stairs.

I knew there was a large pharmacy just outside the community. I wanted to see how this single mother would describe her "menopause" symptoms to the shop assistant.

I lingered outside the pharmacy, lit a cigarette, and looked in through the glass door. Lin Xinrou stood at the counter, speaking in a low voice with a middle-aged female shop assistant in a white coat.

I stubbed out my cigarette, pushed open the door, and walked in. I pretended to browse vitamins on a nearby shelf while pricking up my ears to eavesdrop.

"Sister, there’s... something wrong with my body recently," Lin Xinrou’s voice was very soft, filled with deep embarrassment.

"What’s the matter, dear? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Irregular periods or something?" The shop assistant asked warmly, her voice carrying clearly.

"It’s not about my period..." Lin Xinrou looked around cautiously. Noticing me standing with my back to her behind the shelf, she relaxed slightly and continued in a hushed tone, "It’s just... I’ve been taking sleeping pills lately, but I keep having those kinds of... dreams."

"What kind of dreams? Wet dreams?" The female assistant asked bluntly.

"Oh my! Sister, please keep your voice down!" Lin Xinrou stomped her foot in panic, her face turning so red it looked like it might bleed. "I don’t know if it’s... it just feels like someone is... touching me in the dream. The feeling is so real. When I wake up, my waist is sore, and... and my underwear is always soaked. Sometimes there’s even some white stuff coming out, and my lower abdomen feels bloated."

Hearing this, I nearly burst out laughing behind the shelf. That white stuff is the thick load I shot inside you last night.

"Oh, I see." The female assistant looked Lin Xinrou up and down with knowing eyes. "How old are you, dear? Are you married?"

"Thirty-eight. I’ve been divorced for several years and raising two children alone," Lin Xinrou replied softly.

"No wonder!" The assistant slapped her thigh, her voice growing louder again. "Girl, this is a classic case of endocrine imbalance, combined with yin-yang disharmony from long-term lack of sex! A woman in her thirties is like a wolf, and in her forties like a tiger. This is exactly when your body needs it the most. Even if your mind doesn’t think about it, your body is honest! It’s been suppressed for too long, so it’s making up for it in your dreams. Those white secretions are just leucorrhea from your body’s excessive excitement!"

"Huh? Is... is that so?" Lin Xinrou was stunned by the straightforward explanation. "But... but I really don’t usually think about those things! I’m exhausted every day from work and taking care of the kids. How could I have time to think about men?"

"It has nothing to do with whether you think about it or not — it’s physiological instinct!" The assistant declared confidently. "Your body is like a dry field that’s suddenly starting to produce water, which means it’s craving moisture! You think it’s menopause? You’re clearly entering your second spring!"

"Sister, don’t talk nonsense!" Lin Xinrou covered her face in shame. "Then what should I do? I can’t keep having these dreams every night. I still have to work during the day."

"It’s fine. I’ll get you two boxes of soy isoflavones and some Chinese medicine to regulate your endocrine system. Try to relax more and don’t put too much pressure on yourself. If it really doesn’t help..." The assistant lowered her voice with a knowing smile, "It’s okay to buy some small toys to take care of it yourself. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about."

"No, no, no! I’ll just take the medicine!" Lin Xinrou waved her hands frantically like she’d been electrocuted. She quickly paid, grabbed the medicine boxes, and rushed out of the pharmacy as if escaping.

I stood behind the shelf, watching her fleeing back. The smile in my eyes grew deeper and deeper.

A dry field?

Craving moisture?

Don’t worry, Sister Xinrou. I will water your field thoroughly every night, until you can no longer live without my "rain."

After enjoying the show on the mother’s side, I specially asked for a half-day leave from the company in the afternoon. My next target was that tsundere daughter — Shen Yufei