Corrupting the Single Mother

Chapter 7: Chapter 7: The Door Opens

Since that absurd and guilt-ridden afternoon, my once-empty single apartment had completely transformed into a "combat command center" for Shen Shuai and me.

To be honest, sometimes when I looked at Shen Shuai sitting on the carpet frantically mashing the controller, a ridiculous feeling would rise in my heart.

This kid was only twelve years old. His mind was filled with nothing but games. For a PS5, he could sell his own mother and sister to me without hesitation.

But after thinking about it, wasn’t this the perfect opportunity God had given me?

I, Wang Tianyi, had lived for twenty-five years, always following the rules and suppressing the beast in my heart.

Now that the key had been placed in my hand, there was no reason not to open that door.

On Monday afternoon, the setting sun shone on the living room floor through the window.

I sat on the sofa, holding a black notebook filled with densely written tables.

I looked at Shen Shuai, who was slaughtering enemies on the screen, and cleared my throat.

"Xiao Shuai, pause the game for a moment." I tapped the coffee table with my pen. "We agreed yesterday. I’ve pre-ordered your first AAA masterpiece. Now it’s time for you to pay the deposit."

Without turning his head, Shen Shuai shouted, "Brother, wait! This boss only has a sliver of health left! I’m using my ultimate... Ah! Dead!"

A bright red "Game Over" message popped up on the screen.

Shen Shuai slammed the controller down in frustration and turned to glare at me, rolling his eyes. "Bro, how can you be such a buzzkill? You know you can’t get distracted when fighting a boss!"

"I don’t know about fighting bosses. I only know about doing business." I pushed the notebook in front of him. "Tell me about your mom and sister’s daily routines. The more detailed, the better. If the information isn’t valuable, I can refund that deluxe edition game anytime."

At the word "refund," Shen Shuai’s eyes widened. He quickly scrambled up from the carpet, moved closer to the coffee table, and plastered a flattering smile on his face.

"No, no, no, Brother Tianyi! Let’s talk this out." Shen Shuai rubbed his hands together. "I’ve got plenty of information — all first-hand, exclusive stuff! Who do you want to hear about first? My mom or my sister?"

"Your mom first." I leaned back on the sofa, my fingers unconsciously stroking the pen. In my mind, the stunning outline of Lin Xinrou’s F-cup breasts appeared involuntarily. "What time does she usually get off work? Any special habits?"

"My mom is a workaholic." Shen Shuai pursed his lips and grabbed a bag of potato chips from the table, tearing it open. "She usually gets home around six. But here’s the key point, Brother — take notes. Every Wednesday, her company has to check financial statements, and since she’s in administration, she has to stay and help. So every Wednesday, she works overtime until after 10:30 PM before coming home."

"10:30?" I wrote the time in my notebook, frowning slightly. "That late? What does she do when she gets back? Does she go straight to sleep?"

"How could she?" Shen Shuai stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth and mumbled, "She’s exhausted. After she gets home, she takes a hot shower first. After showering, around 11 o’clock, she’ll relax on the living room sofa for a while, put on a face mask, and check her phone. Around 11:30, she’ll go into the bedroom to prepare for bed."

"And the sleeping pills?" I stared intently into his eyes. This was the core of the entire plan. "You said yesterday she takes them. How exactly does she take them?"

Shen Shuai patted the potato chip crumbs off his hands and grinned smugly. "Brother, you’ve asked the right person. My mom doesn’t sleep well, especially after working overtime on Wednesdays. Her mind is too wired, so she can’t fall asleep. So every Wednesday night, without fail, she drinks a cup of hot milk with half a sleeping pill in it."

"Only half a pill?" I looked at him with some doubt. "Will half a pill be enough? What if I go in and she wakes up halfway? We’d both be finished."

"Bro, why are you so timid!" Shen Shuai looked at me with disdain. "That’s prescription stuff — it’s strong! Half a pill is usually enough to knock her out until morning. Plus, I’m here, aren’t I?"

"How are you going to do it?"

"Her thermos for making milk is usually on the kitchen counter." Shen Shuai lowered his voice like a seasoned agent handing over a mission. "Every night around 11 o’clock, I go to the kitchen to find snacks. I just need to sneak in half a slice... no, a whole slice into her cup at that time! I guarantee after she drinks it, she’ll sleep so soundly even thunder won’t wake her!"

"You’re going to handle the medication?" I confirmed again. "You’re sure you won’t get caught? She’s your mother."

"Exactly because she’s my mom, she won’t suspect me!" Shen Shuai said confidently. "I’m her own son. If I bring her a glass of milk, she’ll be grateful. How could she suspect I drugged it? Brother, just relax."

Looking at the almost innocent cruelty on this twelve-year-old boy’s face, I felt a chill, but more than that, an indescribable excitement.

I nodded and heavily circled the words "Wednesday, milk, medication" in my notebook.

"Good. I understand your mom’s situation." I looked up. "What about your sister? Shen Yufei."

Mentioning Shen Yufei, Shen Shuai’s expression turned strange. He chuckled twice, a sly glint in his eyes. "Brother, you have quite the taste. But I must warn you, my sister isn’t as easy to deal with as my mom. Her temper is like a firecracker — it ignites at the slightest touch."

"Stop talking nonsense." I glared at him. "Get to the point."

"Fine, fine." Shen Shuai took a sip of water and continued. "My sister is a college student with a full schedule. She has evening classes every Friday night, which end at 8:30 PM. She gets home around 9 PM. Friday is the most tiring day of her week."

"Then what?"

"She’s a germaphobe. The first thing she does when she gets home is take a shower and wash her hair. She can spend over half an hour in the bathroom." Shen Shuai suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice. "Brother, let me tell you a secret. On Friday nights after showering, my sister sometimes doesn’t bother putting on a bra. She just throws on one of those oversized men’s T-shirts. The shirt barely covers her ass, and those long white legs... tsk tsk. I accidentally saw it once, and she nearly gouged my eyes out."

My Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily. In my mind, I pictured Shen Yufei’s proud, pure face paired with wet short hair after a shower and those faintly visible fair, long legs.

A surge of heat rose from my lower abdomen.

"Ahem," I coughed lightly to cover my reaction. "Back to business. Does she sleep deeply?"

"Like the dead!" Shen Shuai nodded vigorously. "She falls asleep the moment her head hits the pillow. And she never stays up late on Fridays. But..."

"But what?"

"But she doesn’t take sleeping pills." Shen Shuai shrugged. "She’s young and sleeps well. If you want to make a move on her, relying on her natural sleep isn’t safe. Even if she sleeps heavily, if you move too much, you might still wake her."

"So? Do you have a solution?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Of course." Shen Shuai raised his chin proudly. "She drinks a glass of warm water every night before bed. I just need to crush the sleeping pills into powder and pour them into her water glass while she’s showering. The medicine is colorless and odorless. It dissolves instantly in warm water with no residue. She’ll drink it in one gulp, and I guarantee she’ll sleep even more soundly than my mom!"

"Are you sure you can crush the pills without leaving a trace?" I was still a little uneasy. "She studies design — her eyes are sharp."

"Brother, you’re insulting my professional skills!" Shen Shuai said anxiously. "Don’t you trust me? I used two spoons to sandwich the pill and pressed hard — crushed it finer than flour! Besides, after her shower she’s so sleepy she can barely keep her eyes open. How could she bother checking a glass of water?"

Looking at his confident expression, I finally showed a satisfied smile. This kid was a natural criminal genius.

"Very good." I closed my notebook and patted his shoulder. "The information is very detailed. However, there’s still one crucial issue."

"What’s the problem?" Shen Shuai blinked.

"How do I get in?" I stared at him. "You can’t expect me to pry open your security door in the middle of the night, can you? That noise would wake up the whole building."

Shen Shuai paused for a moment, then a mysterious smile appeared on his face. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stood up and dusted off his backside.

"Brother, I’ll give you the answer to that question tomorrow afternoon. Shouldn’t you settle today’s intelligence fee first?" He pointed at the television.

"Go ahead and play until your mom calls you home for dinner," I waved my hand generously.

The next day, Tuesday afternoon.

Shen Shuai knocked on my door half an hour later than usual. As soon as he entered, he locked the door behind him. Then, like presenting treasure, he took something from his school uniform pocket and placed it on the coffee table.

Clink.

A crisp metallic sound. I looked closely — it was a brand-new brass key.

My heart skipped a beat. My breathing quickened. I grabbed the key and examined it closely.

"This is..." My voice actually trembled.

"The spare key to our security door!" Shen Shuai plopped down on the sofa, picked up my cup, and took a big gulp of water. "Brother, for this thing, I didn’t even eat lunch today!"

"Where did you get it?" I gripped the key tightly, feeling sweat in my palm.

"My mom has a bunch of spare keys. They’re usually in the top drawer of the entrance shoe cabinet." Shen Shuai proudly began recounting his "great achievements." "Last night, while she was showering, I sneaked over and took the security door key. During lunch break today, I climbed over the school wall and ran to the old man two blocks away who cuts keys. It cost me fifteen yuan! After getting it copied, I went home in the afternoon and quietly put the original key back. How’s that? Seamless, right?"

"Your mom didn’t notice?" I still found it hard to believe.

"She noticed nothing!" Shen Shuai said dismissively. "She doesn’t even open that drawer once every ten days or two weeks. Even if she did, she wouldn’t count the keys. Brother, now you have no worries, right?"

I looked at the small brass key in my hand. It felt incredibly heavy. This wasn’t just a key — it was a pass to Lin Xinrou’s ripe flesh, a switch to open Pandora’s box.

"Xiao Shuai, well done!" I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the ecstasy in my heart. "From today on, you’re my best brother. Whenever there’s a new game, I’ll buy it for you first!"

"Hehe, Brother, you’re too kind. It’s a win-win," Shen Shuai rubbed his hands together, staring straight at the TV. "So, when do we make our move?"

"Tomorrow night." I gritted my teeth, a ruthless glint in my eyes. "Tomorrow night is Wednesday — your mom’s overtime night. We’ll target her."

"No problem!" Shen Shuai patted his chest. "Let’s go over the plan for tomorrow night again."

For the next half hour, we scrutinized every detail countless times, like two bandits preparing to rob a bank.

"My mom will be home at 10:30 tomorrow night. At 11 o’clock, she’ll take a shower. At 11:10, I’ll go to the kitchen and put a whole crushed sleeping pill into her hot milk. At 11:30, she’ll drink the milk and go to her room to sleep. Around midnight, the pill will definitely take effect. I’ll send you a WeChat signal then." Shen Shuai counted on his fingers, repeating every detail.

"What signal?" I asked.

"Just send that Shiba Inu emoji wearing sunglasses with the ’OK’ gesture." Shen Shuai took out his phone and shook it. "Once you receive the emoji, unlock the door and come in. I’ll turn off the living room lights beforehand. My sister will be drawing in her room with noise-canceling headphones on. As long as you don’t smash the TV, she definitely won’t hear you."

"Good." I nodded. "After you drug the milk, go back to your room and stay there. No matter what noise you hear outside, don’t come out. Understand?"

"Oh, Brother, don’t worry. I’m too lazy to care about your adult business." Shen Shuai waved his hand impatiently. "I’ll put on my headphones and play my game. Even if you tear the house down, I won’t care."

The plan was set. All that remained was the long wait.

Wednesday daytime at the company felt like an eternity.

Staring at reports on my computer screen, all I could think about was Lin Xinrou’s gentle face and her stunning figure.

I even went to the bathroom several times to splash cold water on my face just to suppress the throbbing urge in my lower body.

I finally made it through the day. I ate a quick meal and hurried back to the apartment.

At 10 PM, I took a shower and changed into a dark black tracksuit.

This outfit had no reflective strips, perfect for moving in the dark.

I wore soft-soled indoor slippers to ensure I made no noise on the tiles.

I sat on the sofa in the living room without turning on the lights. The room was deathly silent, except for the ticking of the wall clock’s second hand, which sounded infinitely loud in the darkness.

10:30.

I heard the soft sound of a door opening next door, followed by high heels on the floor.

I knew it was Lin Xinrou returning home.

She must be exhausted, perhaps rubbing her sore shoulders as she took off the business attire that had bound her all day.

11:00.

The faint sound of running water came from next door.

She was taking a shower.

I closed my eyes. In my mind, I uncontrollably pictured hot water cascading over her plump, fair skin, droplets sliding down her deep cleavage.

My breathing grew heavy. My lower body was fully awake, hard against my sweatpants.

11:30.

The water stopped. A little later, I heard the master bedroom door close. She had drunk the spiked milk and lain down on the bed.

The next half hour was the longest I had ever experienced.

I stared intently at the phone on the coffee table. The screen was completely black.

My palms were sweaty. My heart pounded in my chest as if it might jump out at any moment.

This was a crime.

If I got caught, my life would be ruined.

This fear coiled around my heart like a venomous snake.

But the thought of Lin Xinrou’s mature, alluring body lying defenseless before me, completely at my mercy, instantly overwhelmed that fear with frenzied excitement.

I even made excuses for myself: she was a single mother who hadn’t had a man’s love for years. Deep down, she must crave it too.

I was helping her relieve stress. Since she had taken the medication, she wouldn’t know anything. It was just a beautiful dream with no victims.

This twisted self-comfort made me completely abandon my last shred of moral principle.

Buzz—

12:03.

In the quiet living room, the phone vibrated briefly. The screen lit up. The faint light seemed incredibly glaring.

I grabbed the phone. On the screen, Shen Shuai had sent the Shiba Inu emoji wearing sunglasses.

OK.

The signal had arrived.

I took a deep breath, put the phone in my pocket, and picked up the brass key from the coffee table.

The sharp metal edges of the key hurt my palm slightly, but the realistic feel gave me a sense of security.

I walked to the door and gently opened my apartment door.

The hallway was quiet. The motion-sensor light turned on because of my movement, casting a dim yellow glow on the mottled walls.

Like a ghost, I silently walked to the familiar security door next door.

Only one door separated me from the prey I had longed for.

I stopped and pressed my ear against the cold security door, listening carefully for any movement inside.

There was no sound.

No movement from Shen Shuai’s room or Shen Yufei’s room.

The entire house seemed to have fallen into a deathly slumber.

I aimed the brass key at the keyhole. My wrist trembled slightly. I gritted my teeth, forced myself to calm down, and slowly inserted the key.

Click.

The sound of the key fully entering the lock was exceptionally clear in the silent hallway. I paused for two seconds. After confirming there was no response, I suddenly twisted the key to the right.

Click. Click.

The latch opened twice. Normally, this sound would be unremarkable, but at this moment, it was like a death knell announcing my complete downfall — or like celestial music ushering in paradise.

I gently grasped the doorknob, slowly pressed it down, and pulled outward.

The door opened.

A faint fragrance wafted toward me.

It was the lavender fabric softener Lin Xinrou often used, mixed with the unique body scent of a mature woman.

This smell instantly filled my nostrils like a powerful aphrodisiac, making my brain dizzy.

I stepped into this forbidden land that was about to change everything.

The living room was pitch black.

Only a faint glimmer of streetlight from outside the balcony barely outlined the sofa, coffee table, and TV cabinet.

I gently closed the door behind me, holding the lock so it closed slowly without any clanging sound.

I stood in the entryway, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. To my right was Shen Shuai’s room — a faint blue light shone through the crack under the door. The kid was still playing games, just as expected.

To the left was Shen Yufei’s room. The door was tightly closed. No light or sound came from inside.

Directly opposite the living room was the door to Lin Xinrou’s master bedroom.

The door wasn’t fully closed. It was ajar, leaving a gap about two fingers wide.

A faint sliver of moonlight from the bedroom window passed through the crack, drawing a thin silver line on the floor.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry and sore. I tiptoed toward the slightly ajar door in my soft-soled slippers.

It was only a few meters, but it felt like I had walked an entire century.

My heart pounded like a drum. I was even worried the sound would wake the people inside.

But reason told me that Lin Xinrou, who had taken a whole sleeping pill, wouldn’t wake up even if thunder struck outside.

I finally stood outside the door.

I stretched out my right hand. My index finger gently touched the door panel. The wooden touch on my fingertips was somewhat cold, but my body felt like it was burning in a furnace.

Creak—

As I pressed harder with my finger, the wooden door made a very slight scraping sound and slowly opened inward.

The gap in the door gradually widened, and the scene inside the bedroom slowly revealed itself before my eyes.

The first thing that caught my eye was the large double bed.

On the bedside table was an empty glass with a few traces of white milk left at the bottom.

That was the evidence of Shen Shuai’s drugging — and the guarantee that I could stand here tonight.

My gaze instantly locked onto the sleeping figure on the bed.

Lin Xinrou was lying on her side.

Perhaps because she was too tired, or because the medication took effect too quickly, she hadn’t even covered herself with a blanket. She just lay casually on the sheets.

She was wearing a burgundy silk slip dress.

The nightdress was made of very thin fabric that clung to her body, perfectly outlining her stunningly voluptuous curves.

Moonlight poured over her like water, giving her skin an alluring silver glow.

The most dangerous part was that, because of her side-lying position, her F-cup breasts were shockingly piled together under the influence of gravity.

The neckline was already loose, but now it gaped open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage that seemed to suck one’s soul away.

I could even vaguely see the outlines of two slightly raised points beneath the thin silk fabric, hardened by the cold.

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The hem of the nightdress had ridden up to her upper thighs, revealing her fair, plump, fleshy thighs.

Her two thighs were slightly crossed, gleaming with dazzling white light under the moonlight.

She was sleeping very soundly.

Her breathing was even and deep. With each rise and fall of her chest, her enormous breasts rippled in a way that made one dizzy.

Her brows were relaxed, and her face showed a tranquility and vulnerability after letting down all her guard — like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

She was like a ripe peach, exuding a seductive aroma, lying quietly here, waiting to be picked and tasted.

I stood outside the door and felt the blood in my body completely boiling.

My lower body was as hard as iron, throbbing painfully.

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I took a deep breath, pressed my palm completely against the door panel, and pushed hard.

The door opened completely. I walked into the bedroom and locked the door with my backhand.

Now, in this room, there were only me and her