On a weekend afternoon, sunlight slanted through the living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a dazzling patch of light on the floor.

Fine dust floated in the air, dancing to the sounds of explosions and sword clashes from the TV.

I leaned back on the sofa, holding a can of cold beer, and watched the thin figure sitting cross-legged on the carpet with cold eyes.

Shen Shuai stared intently at the screen, his thumbs frantically working the PS5 controller while occasionally letting out excited yells.

He had been here for four straight hours. Aside from one bathroom break, he hadn’t even taken a sip of water.

Ever since I threw out the bait of "unlimited play," this kid had practically taken root in my apartment. As long as his mother wasn’t home or his sister ignored him, he would appear at my door like a ghost.

I took a sip of beer. The cold liquid slid down my throat but did nothing to ease the growing irritation in my chest.

"Die! Just die already! Hahaha, this weapon is so cool!" Shen Shuai shouted excitedly, his body twisting dramatically with the movements on screen.

I set the beer can down with a dull thud. I glanced at the clock on the wall — it was already 4:30 PM.

It was time to reel him in. If I let him take advantage of this indefinitely, he would never truly value it, and he would never offer what I wanted in exchange.

I stood up, walked to the television, and deliberately blocked his view.

"Hey? Bro! Why are you blocking me? I’m fighting the boss! Move aside!" Shen Shuai stomped his feet anxiously, tilting his head left and right to try and see around me.

I ignored his protests and reached out, pressing the power button on the TV.

Click.

The screen went black instantly. The deafening game audio cut off, leaving the living room in sudden, heavy silence — broken only by Shen Shuai’s slightly heavy breathing.

"Bro! Why did you turn it off?!" Shen Shuai jumped up, still gripping the controller tightly, his face full of shock and dissatisfaction. "I finally reached this stage! I didn’t even save!"

I looked down at him, my smile completely gone, replaced by a serious, almost indifferent expression.

"Xiao Shuai, I think we need to talk," I said calmly, but with an undeniable authority.

"What’s there to talk about? Can’t it wait until after I beat this boss?" He tried to bargain, his eyes still darting toward the black screen.

I shook my head, walked over, snatched the controller from his hands, and tossed it onto the sofa.

"No. We talk now." I pointed to the single sofa opposite me. "Sit down."

Shen Shuai froze. He finally sensed that something was off. The always-smiling, always-helpful "good brother next door" had suddenly changed his demeanor, making him feel a trace of fear.

He swallowed hard, obediently walked to the sofa, and sat down with his hands awkwardly placed on his knees, like a primary school student who had been called to the principal’s office.

"Brother... what’s wrong? Did I turn the volume up too loud and disturb you? I’ll turn it down next time," he asked tentatively, his tone clearly ingratiating.

I sat down on the main sofa, crossed my hands on my knees, and leaned forward slightly, giving him an imposing posture.

"The volume isn’t the problem," I stared directly into his eyes and spoke word by word. "The problem, Xiao Shuai, is that you’ve been coming over far too often lately."

"Huh?" Shen Shuai opened his mouth wide, clearly not expecting this.

"Look, this past week, you’ve come over for an hour or two every day after school, and on weekends you basically live here," I counted on my fingers. "This is my private apartment, not an internet café. I have my own life and need to rest. You coming over every day is really bothering me."

"But... but Brother, didn’t you say before that I could play as much as I wanted?" Shen Shuai panicked, his eyes turning red. "You said as long as I did some small things for you, I could play however much I wanted!"

"Yes, I did say that," I nodded, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of my mouth. "But the question is — what ’small things’ have you actually done for me? These past few days, besides yelling while playing my games, drinking my Coke, and eating my snacks, what have you given me in return? There’s no such thing as a free lunch. Don’t you understand that in sixth grade?"

Shen Shuai was rendered speechless. His face turned bright red. He lowered his head, hands clasped tightly together, clearly engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

I didn’t rush him. I simply watched him quietly.

This twelve-year-old boy, despite his age, had grown up in a single-parent family and was exposed to all kinds of information online every day. His mind was far more mature and cunning than most of his peers.

He knew exactly what I wanted. He was just weighing whether it was worth trading for the games.

The living room fell into a silence so complete you could hear the ticking of the wall clock.

After two full minutes, Shen Shuai suddenly raised his head.

The awkwardness and fear on his face had disappeared, replaced by a cunning, calculating look completely inappropriate for his age.

Those bright eyes darted around, and a mysterious smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.

"Brother," he spoke, his voice low and tentative, "do you think... my mom is quite pretty?"

My heart skipped a beat. My pupils contracted sharply.

Although I had mentally prepared myself, hearing this twelve-year-old boy bluntly expose my deepest desires still sent a powerful shock through me.

I tried my best to control my facial muscles, keeping my shock hidden.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" I deliberately put on a stern face and scolded him. "She’s your mother, and also my neighbor and elder. What kind of thoughts are running through your head every day?"

"Come on, Brother, we’re all men here. Stop pretending," Shen Shuai wasn’t scared at all. Instead, he relaxed, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked like he had me cornered.

"What do you mean ’we’re all men’? You’re not even fully grown yet!" I laughed angrily.

"Haven’t you ever seen a pig run even if you haven’t eaten pork?" Shen Shuai rolled his eyes. "Brother, I’m not stupid. The other day when my mom brought you pastries, your eyes were practically glued to her chest. And every time you come to our house, your gaze always unconsciously drifts toward my mom’s bedroom. Do you really think I can’t see it?"

I narrowed my eyes, re-evaluating the brat in front of me. It seemed I had underestimated his observational skills. All my supposedly discreet glances had been noticed.

"Or perhaps..." Shen Shuai’s eyes darted around, his smile becoming even more ambiguous, "you like my sister more? That makes sense. She’s young, beautiful, and has a great figure. So many boys at school chase after her. You’re a young man too, so it’s normal for you to like my sister."

"You’re getting more and more ridiculous," I snorted, picking up my beer can and taking a sip to cover my guilty conscience. "I just felt that you orphans and widows had a hard time, so I wanted to take care of you more."

"Take care of us?" Shen Shuai scoffed, leaning forward and getting closer. "Brother, let’s be frank. You want to pursue my mom, or you want to pursue my sister, right?"

I didn’t answer. I simply stared at him coldly, waiting for him to continue.

"Actually, it’s not that difficult," seeing that I didn’t object, Shen Shuai became bolder. He patted his chest confidently. "I can help you!"

"You’ll help me? How?" I raised an eyebrow, deliberately showing disdain.

"I’m their closest person!" Shen Shuai waved his arms excitedly. "I know everything about them: when they’re home alone, when they’re in a good mood, what they like to eat, what they dislike, their daily routines... With me as your inside man, I guarantee you’ll achieve twice the results with half the effort!"

"Oh? That does sound useful," I stroked my chin, pretending to consider it. "What specific information can you provide?"

"Take my mom, for example." Shen Shuai started counting on his fingers. "She has to work overtime every Wednesday to reconcile accounts. She comes home very late and is so tired she falls asleep as soon as she gets in. And then there’s my sister. She has evening classes every Friday night. When she gets home, she always takes a long shower and washes her hair. She stays in the bathroom for over half an hour and can’t hear anything happening outside."

I remained outwardly calm, but inside I was overjoyed. This intelligence was priceless! Lin Xinrou on Wednesday nights. Shen Yufei on Friday nights. Golden opportunities.

"What else?" I pressed.

"And my sister’s... menstrual period," Shen Shuai lowered his voice with a sly smile. "Didn’t I tell you last time? As long as you know the dates, you can buy her brown sugar ginger tea or a heating pad. You’re guaranteed to score big points with her!"

"This information is very good," I nodded, looking at Shen Shuai’s eager expression. Then I changed my tone. "But even with all this, I’m afraid it would still take a year and a half to win them over. I have limited patience and don’t like fighting prolonged battles."

Shen Shuai was stunned. He frowned, seemingly thinking about how to increase the value of his offer.

The living room fell silent again.

I watched him, knowing the moment was ripe. This kid’s bottom line for games was lower than I had imagined. Now, he just needed to pierce that final layer of window paper himself.

Sure enough, after a while, Shen Shuai raised his head.

This time, the smile on his face had vanished, replaced by a nervous, excited, and even slightly crazy look.

He looked around like a thief, then stood up, walked right up to me, and leaned close to my ear.

"Brother... if you think chasing them normally is too slow, and you want a faster way..."

He paused, swallowed hard, and continued in a trembling but clear voice:

"I also know where my mom keeps the sleeping pills. And I know how much she usually takes each time. Just say the word..."

Boom!

These words exploded like a bomb in my mind. My breath caught in my throat. Blood rushed to my head, and I felt like I was boiling.

Sleeping pills!

He had actually offered to drug his own mother!

I had thought I would need to guide him carefully, to coerce and tempt him. I never expected this twelve-year-old devil would willingly push his mother and sister into the abyss for a few games.

I sat frozen on the sofa like a statue. On the surface, I was motionless, but inside, a frenzied storm powerful enough to destroy all reason was raging.

Countless erotic, decadent, and sinful images flashed through my mind like a film reel.

I saw Lin Xinrou.

It was late on a Wednesday night.

She returned from overtime exhausted and drank the milk Shen Shuai had secretly spiked. She didn’t even have time to change properly. She simply slipped into a loose slip dress and fell into a deep sleep on her soft double bed.

Using the spare key Shen Shuai had secretly copied for me, I sneaked into her bedroom like a ghost. Moonlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating her mature, voluptuous body.

She slept soundly, breathing evenly.

With each breath, her massive F-cup breasts heaved heavily under the thin fabric, as if they might burst free at any moment. Their deep, alluring cleavage looked especially tempting in the moonlight.

I stood by the bed, my throat burning with thirst. My hand trembled as I slowly lifted the hem of her nightdress.

The fabric slid up her smooth skin, revealing her plump, fair, fleshy thighs.

She had no excess fat — every inch of her skin radiated the rich, glowing sensuality of a mature woman.

Further up were her round, full buttocks and the tightly clinging, semi-transparent lace panties.

I couldn’t control my breathing. Heavy panting filled the quiet bedroom.

I grabbed her plump thighs with both hands and slowly, forcefully pried them apart.

There was no resistance. Completely unconscious from the sleeping pills, she was like a puppet, obediently opening her most secret forbidden zone to me.

It was a mature, tight, and alluring honeypot.

Because of her long lack of male attention, that area looked unusually clean and sensitive.

I didn’t even need foreplay. I simply touched those delicate petals with my fingers, and glistening nectar slowly seeped out, shimmering lewdly in the moonlight.

I unzipped my pants, pulled out my rock-hard, throbbing cock, aimed the swollen head at her wet entrance, took a deep breath, and thrust my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke!

"Hmm..."

Lin Xinrou let out an unconscious moan in her sleep, her brows furrowing slightly in discomfort.

The incredibly tight, almost unbearable squeezing sensation instantly enveloped my entire length. At thirty-eight years old, her mature body still possessed astonishing elasticity and suction, as if countless tiny mouths were frantically sucking on my invading cock.

I began thrusting wildly.

Each withdrawal brought out a large gush of glistening fluids. Each deep thrust made her massive F-cup breasts bounce violently, creating breathtaking waves of flesh.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The crisp sound of flesh colliding echoed in the bedroom.

Lin Xinrou’s body rose and fell with my powerful thrusts. Her hands unconsciously gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Intermittent, suppressed moans escaped her lips — primal responses of pleasure from her body, made even more lewd by her drowsy, unconscious state.

I felt the ultimate pleasure from that tight passage. Looking down at the usually gentle, dignified single mother being wantonly fucked and conquered by me, an unprecedented desire for destruction and possession completely overwhelmed me.

I let out a low growl, pressing my cock firmly against the deepest part of her womb, and erupted like a volcano. Thick, scalding semen flooded her long-unused depths, completely filling her up...

The scene shifted. Lin Xinrou’s face transformed into Shen Yufei’s.

It was late on a Friday night.

After showering, still smelling of fresh shower gel, she drank the deadly glass of warm water.

She lay on her girlish single bed, her short golden hair scattered across the pillow like a sleeping princess.

I stood beside her bed, my eyes filled with cruel greed.

Without hesitation, I stripped off her cute cotton pajamas, completely exposing her youthful, perfect body to the air.

Although her C-cup breasts weren’t as massive as her mother’s, they were exceptionally perky and firm, with two delicate pink nipples that radiated an alluring youthful charm.

Her slender waist, flat abdomen, and long, straight legs all pushed my sanity to the limit.

I pressed myself against her, feeling her amazing elasticity and smoothness. Unlike with Lin Xinrou, I wasn’t gentle with her. With a sense of punitive pleasure and destruction, I directly pried her legs apart.

That was an absolute realm, untouched by anyone. The tightly closed pink buds proclaimed her pure virginity.

Without any hesitation, I gripped my thick, hard cock, pressed it against that fragile barrier, and thrust forward with brutal force!

"Ahhh—!"

Even in deep unconsciousness, the intense tearing pain made Shen Yufei let out a shrill scream.

Her body convulsed violently as if electrocuted. Her legs instinctively tried to clamp together, and her hands desperately pushed against my chest.

Two lines of painful tears slid down her cheeks.

But the sleeping pills kept her consciousness locked away. She couldn’t wake up. She couldn’t escape. She could only endure the violent invasion.

It was a terrifyingly tight feeling that nearly snapped my cock in two!

A virgin’s passage is narrow and dry. Every inch of penetration required overcoming tremendous resistance, but it also brought unparalleled pleasure of conquering new territory and thoroughly staining her purity black.

Ignoring her pain, I forcibly held down her struggling body and began thrusting in and out with wide, powerful strokes.

Bright red virgin blood flowed slowly from the point of union, staining the white sheets and my eyes.

"Calling me disgusting? Who’s disgusting now?" I gritted my teeth and whispered viciously in her ear, each thrust reaching the deepest point.

She sobbed painfully in her sleep, but her body gradually began to respond instinctively to my violence.

The dry passage started secreting lubricating fluids. The tight walls began to rhythmically contract and squeeze.

When my scalding semen finally flooded her innocent womb, she let out a distorted moan, and her body went completely limp...

"Huff... huff..."

I was abruptly pulled out of this several-minute-long, frenzied fantasy.

I found myself panting heavily, my forehead covered in sweat that slid down my cheeks and dripped onto the back of my hand.

My hands gripped the sofa armrests so tightly my knuckles turned white.

My lower body was throbbing painfully, almost bursting through my pants.

Shen Shuai was startled by my appearance. He unconsciously took two steps back, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

"Brother... are you... okay? You’re sweating so much..." he stammered, his voice trembling slightly.

I closed my eyes, took three deep breaths, and forcibly suppressed the beast inside me that was about to break free.

When I opened my eyes again, my gaze had returned to its cold, clear state — carrying a chilling cruelty.

I looked at the twelve-year-old boy cowering in fear before me. My Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty.

"Xiao Shuai," my voice was terribly hoarse, as if coming from the depths of hell, "do you know what you just said means?"

"I... I know," Shen Shuai swallowed hard, forcing himself to speak. "It means... you can get what you want in the fastest way possible. Without spending time, without spending effort, and even... without any trouble."

"Very good. It seems you really are very clever." A satisfied, cold smile curled at the corner of my lips as I slowly relaxed and leaned back against the sofa.

I took out a tissue, slowly wiped the sweat from my forehead, and crumpled it into a ball.

"Since you’ve put it this way," I tossed the tissue into the trash can, "tell me — what do you want?"

Upon hearing this, the fear in Shen Shuai’s eyes vanished instantly, replaced by ecstatic joy and greed. He knew he had won. He had successfully exploited this grown man’s weakness.

He straightened his back, took a deep breath, and stated his terms without hesitation:

"First, this PS5 — as long as I want to play, I can come anytime. You can’t drive me away or limit my time."

"Second, every month when a new AAA masterpiece releases — whether disc or digital — you must buy it for me immediately. I want to play it first!"

"Third, you must cover for me with my mom and sister. Tell them I’m doing homework with you."

He finished the three conditions in one breath, then stared at me, waiting for my reply.

I looked at his flushed, excited face and felt a strange mix of emotions.

For a few games, he didn’t hesitate to betray the mother who gave birth to him and raised him, and the sister who grew up with him.

In this twelve-year-old boy’s world, family affection was worthless in the face of desire.

But this was exactly what I needed.

Without his betrayal, I couldn’t complete this perfect hunt.

I didn’t speak. I simply looked at him quietly.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds...

Shen Shuai’s eyes began to show panic. He seemed to feel his conditions were too harsh and wanted to change them. "If... if the new games are too expensive, you can buy one every two months..."

"No."

I interrupted him and slowly stood up from the sofa.

I walked up to him, looked down, and then slowly extended my right hand.

"I agree to all your conditions," I looked into his eyes and said word by word. "From today onward, this PS5 is yours. I’ll cover the new games. I’ll also cover for you."

Shen Shuai stared wide-eyed in disbelief. He looked at my outstretched hand, then at my face, seemingly unable to believe happiness had come so suddenly.

"But remember this," I tightened my tone, my eyes becoming incredibly sharp, "since you’ve taken my things, you’d better do a good job. The information must be accurate, and your actions must be steady. If anything goes wrong, or if you dare to back out..."

I didn’t finish the sentence. I simply stared at him with the look one would give a dead man.

Shen Shuai shivered. He immediately understood what I meant. Without hesitation, he reached out his thin hand and tightly grasped mine.

"Don’t worry, Brother! I’ve got this! I promise I’ll get the job done!" He grinned, revealing a bright, even somewhat naive, smile.

Two hands — one big, one small — were tightly clasped together in this sunlit living room.

"Deal."

I whispered.

With those two words, a dark contract leading straight into the abyss was officially established