Corrupting the Single Mother

Chapter 4: Chapter 4: The Plate and the Prey

On a weekend morning, warm sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting gentle golden patches across the floor.

I stood in front of the bathroom sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Last night’s frenzied self-pleasure had left faint red bloodshot lines in my eyes, but my spirit was burning with excitement.

I splashed my face with cold water, trying to wash away the vivid, lewd images of Room 502 and Lin Xinrou’s voluptuous body that kept flooding my mind.

"Take it slow... step by step," I murmured to my reflection, the corners of my mouth curving into a gentle smile that even I found slightly unsettling.

I walked into the kitchen. On the counter sat a clean, gleaming white porcelain plate — the same one Lin Xinrou had used when she brought over her homemade pastries yesterday evening.

This wasn’t just a plate. It was the perfect, natural excuse to knock on their door today.

I picked it up, took a deep breath, adjusted my expression into one of friendly innocence, and stepped out of my apartment. freewёbnoνel.com

The corridor was quiet. Most residents were still sleeping in on this peaceful weekend morning. I walked to the door of Room 502 and raised my hand.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sound echoed softly in the hallway.

I waited patiently, my mind already guessing who might open the door. Would it be that cunning little devil Shen Shuai? The cold and guarded Shen Yufei? Or...

"Coming~ Please wait a moment."

A soft, familiar female voice came from inside, followed by the light patter of slippers on the floor. It was Lin Xinrou.

My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly suppressed the surge of excitement.

With a soft click, the security door opened.

"Eh? Tianyi? Why are you here so early?" Lin Xinrou stood in the doorway. When she saw me, a gentle, surprised smile bloomed on her face. Her beautiful blue eyes held warmth and friendliness.

I looked at her and felt my breath catch.

She was dressed casually for a weekend at home — a loose light-gray knitted cardigan over a simple white cotton T-shirt and dark wide-leg lounge pants. The outfit was conservative, even a bit baggy, but on her mature body, it created an entirely different kind of allure.

The ordinary white T-shirt stretched tightly across her chest, unable to hide the massive, steep curves of her F-cup breasts. Even through the cardigan, I could see them rising and falling gently with each breath.

The wide-leg pants hugged her waist and full hips, perfectly outlining the round, plump shape of her mature ass.

"Good morning, Sister Lin. I didn’t wake you, did I?" I quickly lifted my gaze from her chest, smiled, and held up the porcelain plate. "The pastries you made yesterday were delicious. I finished them all. I washed the plate and brought it back."

"Oh, you’re too polite," Lin Xinrou smiled, a little embarrassed as she took the plate. "As long as you liked them. It’s just an empty plate — you could have returned it anytime. There was no need to make a special trip."

"How could I? It’s only right to return things promptly," I replied with an honest laugh, scratching my head. "Besides, Sister Lin, your baking is genuinely better than anything you can buy outside."

"You really know how to flatter someone," Lin Xinrou blushed slightly at the compliment. She glanced at the plate, then at me standing outside, and seemed to feel it was impolite to keep me at the door. "Um... Tianyi, if you’re not busy, why don’t you come in and sit for a while? I just brewed some flower tea. Would you like a cup before you go?"

Joy surged in my chest, but I kept a slightly hesitant smile on my face.

"Isn’t that too much trouble? It’s the weekend..." I deliberately hesitated, using politeness as a way forward.

"What trouble? Xiao Shuai went to a classmate’s house to play games early this morning, and Yufei is drawing in her room. I’m a bit bored sitting here alone," Lin Xinrou said warmly, stepping aside to let me in. "Come on in. No need to take off your shoes — I just mopped the floor last night."

"Well... then I won’t refuse."

I stepped into Room 502.

The moment I entered, a faint, pleasant scent — a mix of laundry detergent and soft floral notes — enveloped me. It was Lin Xinrou’s unique fragrance, the same one that had haunted my fantasies on the balcony last night.

I took a deep, greedy breath, feeling every cell in my body tingle with excitement.

The apartment layout was similar to mine, but much warmer and cozier. A beige fabric sofa, light wood coffee table, and several thriving green plants near the balcony. Though the furniture was a few years old, everything was spotless.

"Tianyi, sit on the sofa for a moment. I’ll pour you some tea," Lin Xinrou said, heading to the kitchen with the plate.

"Okay, Sister Lin. Just plain water is fine," I replied as I sat down.

My eyes scanned the living room like radar. The master bedroom door was closed — that was Lin Xinrou’s room. The second bedroom had a "Do Not Enter" cartoon sticker — clearly Shen Yufei’s territory. Shen Shuai was probably in the small north-facing room.

I memorized every detail. For a hunter, knowing the terrain was essential.

"Here, try this hibiscus tea with a bit of honey. It’s sweet and sour, very soothing," Lin Xinrou returned with a delicate glass teapot and two small cups.

She bent down to place the tea set on the coffee table. Her neckline dipped slightly, offering another teasing glimpse of that deep, snowy-white cleavage.

"Thank you, Sister Lin." I took a sip. "It’s really good. You really know how to live well."

"What kind of life is this? I’m just making do," Lin Xinrou sat on the single sofa opposite me, holding her cup with both hands and sighing softly. "I’m usually so busy with work that weekends are the only time I can relax with a pot of tea."

"Is your job very tiring?" I asked gently, steering the conversation.

"Yes. I handle administration at a trading company. It’s mostly odd jobs — purchasing supplies, managing attendance, booking flights and hotels for the boss. Right now we’re doing mid-year inventory, and all the paperwork is giving me a headache." Lin Xinrou shook her head, exhaustion clear in her voice.

"Administrative work is indeed exhausting and often thankless," I nodded sympathetically. "It’s really not easy for you to raise two children alone while handling such a heavy workload."

Hearing this, Lin Xinrou’s eyes dimmed. Her fingers tightened around the teacup.

"What can we do? Life must go on," she forced a smile, but deep bitterness lingered beneath it. "Xiao Shuai is still in elementary school — growing and expensive. Yufei is in college, and art majors cost a lot. If I don’t work hard, how can I support them?"

"Sister Lin, you’re truly a great mother," I looked into her eyes sincerely. "In today’s world, even complete families struggle to raise two kids. I really admire you."

Half of my words were genuine.

But that didn’t stop the dark, possessive desire burning deep inside me. In fact, seeing her vulnerability only made me want to destroy her gentle facade even more — to see this strong single mother break down and beg beneath me.

"Tianyi, stop praising me or I’ll get embarrassed," Lin Xinrou blushed and lowered her head, rubbing her temples.

"What’s wrong, Sister Lin? Headache?" I asked with concern.

"A little," she frowned. "Probably from too much stress lately. I can’t sleep well at night. My mind is full of work worries."

"Insomnia is no small issue," I leaned forward, showing deep care. "Have you seen a doctor? Or tried any calming medicine?"

"I did. The doctor said it’s neurasthenia and told me to rest more. But that’s easier said than done." Lin Xinrou gave a bitter smile and took a big gulp of tea. "Actually... when I really can’t sleep, I take a sleeping pill."

Sleeping pills.

Those two words struck me like lightning.

My heart raced wildly. I clenched my fists under the table to stop myself from grinning.

God is truly helping me.

I had been worried about how to keep them unconscious even with Shen Shuai’s help. Now, the biggest obstacle had solved itself.

As long as I could increase the dosage slightly...

That mature F-cup body, that mother-daughter pair — they would lie there like helpless lambs, completely at my mercy.

"Tianyi? What’s wrong? Your face looks strange," Lin Xinrou’s voice pulled me back.

"Oh, nothing!" I coughed, quickly composing myself. "Sister Lin, taking sleeping pills isn’t good. They’re addictive and only mask the problem. Long-term use can affect memory, reaction time, and even damage your liver and kidneys."

"Really? That serious?" Lin Xinrou looked worried. "I don’t take much — just half a tablet when I haven’t slept for several days."

"Even half is too much," I said firmly, continuing my act. "Try warm milk before bed, or a hot bath with soft music. If that doesn’t work, exercise on weekends until you’re tired."

"You’re right," Lin Xinrou looked at me gratefully. "Tianyi, thank you. Besides Yufei and Xiao Shuai, it’s been a long time since anyone cared about me like this."

"Neighbors should help each other," I smiled, feeling like the perfect hypocrite.

But I didn’t care.

As long as I achieved my goal, I was willing to play any role.

"By the way, Sister Lin, where do you keep those pills? Make sure they’re somewhere safe so Xiao Shuai doesn’t accidentally eat them," I asked casually, my eyes locked on her face.

"Don’t worry, I keep them safe," Lin Xinrou answered without suspicion. "They’re in the bottom drawer of my bedside table, inside a small metal box. Xiao Shuai doesn’t go through my things."

Bottom drawer of the bedside table. Small metal box.

I repeated the words silently in my mind, engraving them deeply.

Perfect.

Just then, the sound of a door opening broke the silence.

I turned my head. Shen Yufei had emerged from her room, clearly taking a break from drawing.

The moment I saw her, the desire I had barely suppressed flared up again like gasoline on fire.

She wore a tight black crop top that hugged her perky C-cup breasts and exposed her flat, toned waist. Below, extremely short light-blue denim hot pants revealed her long, straight, glowing white legs.

She walked barefoot, her cute toes painted with transparent polish. Her short golden hair looked slightly messy, adding a lazy, youthful charm.

Gulp.

I swallowed hard, unable to look away from those perfect legs.

"Mom, is there any ice water?" Shen Yufei fanned herself as she headed to the kitchen, her voice carrying the typical impatience of a young girl.

"There’s bottled water in the fridge," Lin Xinrou replied, then turned to her daughter. "Yufei, come say hello to Brother Tianyi. He helped us move everything yesterday." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Shen Yufei stopped and looked at me coldly. Those beautiful blue eyes — identical to her mother’s — held only wariness and disgust.

I knew exactly why she hated me.

At that moment, my gaze was shamelessly fixed on her long, bare legs.

"Have you seen enough?" she said coldly, her voice like a knife cutting through the warm atmosphere.

"Ahem..." I snapped out of it, face flushing. "No... I was just noticing the unique style of your clothes."

It was a terrible excuse — her top was plain black.

Shen Yufei clearly knew I was lying. A mocking smirk appeared on her lips as disgust filled her eyes.

"Disgusting."

She turned and walked back to her room, slamming the door with a loud bang.

An awkward silence fell over the living room.

Lin Xinrou looked mortified. "Tianyi... I’m so sorry. Yufei isn’t usually like this. She’s just... very wary of unfamiliar men."

"It’s okay, Sister Lin. I understand," I forced a forgiving smile.

Though her cold attitude and that word "disgusting" irritated me, I maintained my "good neighbor" mask.

After chatting a bit longer, I politely excused myself.

As Lin Xinrou saw me to the door, I turned back with a gentle smile. "Take care, Sister Lin. Remember what I said about the sleeping pills."

Once her door closed, my friendly expression vanished instantly, replaced by a dark, twisted grin.

"Disgusting? You hate men?" I stared at the closed door, Shen Yufei’s arrogant face flashing in my mind. "Shen Yufei, the more you resist, the more I want to break you. Just wait... I’ll make you cry and beg under me one day."

I returned to my apartment, sat on the sofa, and picked up my phone. I opened WeChat and sent a message to Shen Shuai:

"Kid, free this afternoon? Come over. I have a new game I want to show you."

I leaned back, closing my eyes with a cold smile.

The pieces were falling into place.