Corrupting the Single Mother

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: The First Taste

I locked the bedroom door behind me with a soft click.

In the room, so quiet that only the low hum of the air conditioner could be heard, that faint sound was like thunder. I held my breath and stared at Lin Xinrou on the bed.

"Sister Xinrou?" I whispered tentatively.

The woman on the bed showed no response.

She remained in that side-lying position, her even, deep breathing particularly clear in the dim room.

The pair of F-cup breasts wrapped in burgundy silk rose and fell with each breath, creating thrilling waves in the moonlight.

"It seems that kid Shen Shuai didn’t lie to me. A whole sleeping pill really is powerful enough," I muttered to myself, my voice hoarse with excitement.

I moved slowly, like a cheetah approaching its prey, stepping toward the side of the bed.

Moonlight slanted through the gap in the curtains, as if inviting me to taste this ripe body.

"Sister Xinrou, you’re sleeping so soundly," I stood by the bed, looking down at her. "In the hallway, you’re always so covered up, not even showing your collarbone. Who would have thought you’d be dressed so provocatively on this bed?"

I swallowed hard, my throat burning.

My gaze greedily swept over her gentle face.

Even in sleep, a trace of unresolved sorrow lingered between her brows — the mark left by life’s hardships and her ex-husband.

But at this moment, that vulnerability only fueled the destructive and possessive desires deep within me.

"You’re always so tired, aren’t you?" I bent down, my face close to her ear. "Raising two kids alone, putting up with everything at work... you must really want a strong shoulder to lean on, right? It’s okay. Starting tonight, I’ll take good care of you."

I slowly stretched out my right hand. My fingers trembled slightly in mid-air — from extreme tension, but also from the ecstasy of touching the forbidden.

"I’ll just touch it... just for a moment," I whispered, as if speaking to her and convincing myself. "If you wake up, I’ll say I heard movement in your room and came to check. Yes, that’s it."

My index and middle fingers finally landed on her round shoulder exposed to the air.

The warm, smooth touch made me draw in a sharp breath.

Her skin was as soft and creamy as fine jade, with the amazing elasticity and temperature unique to mature women.

That real sensation was a hundred times more wonderful than I had imagined countless times in my mind.

"Sister Xinrou? Can you hear me?" I increased the pressure, pinching her shoulder lightly.

No response. She didn’t even twitch her eyelashes, still lost in the deep sleep woven by the sleeping pills.

"She really didn’t react," I laughed with relief, my voice growing bolder. "So you really fell asleep like this. Do you know how tempting you are right now? Like a peach so ripe it’s about to drip juice, waiting for someone to take a bite."

After confirming the absolute effectiveness of the medicine, the fear in my heart completely vanished, replaced by arrogance and blood-boiling control.

In this room, on this night, I was the master, and she was the meat on my chopping block.

"Since you’re sleeping so soundly, I won’t hold back," I declared in a low voice. My fingers began sliding slowly down her shoulder.

"Your skin is so good, you don’t look like a thirty-eight-year-old woman at all," I commented as I stroked her plump arm. "When I see you wearing loose clothes, I only think you’re plump. I didn’t expect it to feel this good. This fleshiness is simply irresistible."

My hand moved down to her waist. The thin burgundy silk nightdress barely contained the warmth of my palm. I could clearly feel the slight plumpness around her waist.

"There’s a bit of flesh here, but it’s fine," I chuckled, gently stroking her waist. "Being too thin would be uncomfortable. Your figure is exactly what men like. It must feel amazing to hold you, and the way your flesh rolls when we’re having sex must be irresistible."

Seemingly sensing the unusual touch on her lower back, or perhaps reacting instinctively in her sleep, Lin Xinrou suddenly let out a soft "hmm" and shifted from lying on her side to lying flat on her back.

"Don’t move!" I was startled and reflexively pulled my hand back, my heart leaping into my throat.

I stared at her face, terrified she would open her eyes and scream. But she only furrowed her brows slightly before falling back asleep, her breathing returning to evenness.

"Phew... that scared me to death," I let out a long breath, a fine layer of sweat already forming on my forehead. "Sister Xinrou, you rolled over at just the right time — you almost scared my soul out of me."

However, when my gaze fell on her again, the desire that had just subsided flared up tenfold.

Because of her turning over, the hem of her already loose and short silk nightdress had ridden up to her upper thighs.

Most of her fair, plump, fleshy thighs were now exposed to the air without reservation.

Bathed in moonlight, her legs were dazzlingly white, their lines rounded and full, exuding the fatal allure of a mature woman.

Gulp.

I could clearly hear myself swallowing. My lower body throbbed painfully, pushing an exaggerated tent in my sweatpants.

"Sister Xinrou, are you testing my willpower?" I panted, my eyes fixed on her long white legs. "When you walk, your thighs must rub against each other, right? It must feel amazing. Now they’re so open and vulnerable in front of me..."

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"I’m going to touch you. If you don’t object, I’ll take that as consent," I convinced myself with this absurd logic as my hand landed heavily on her thigh.

"My God..." I couldn’t help but exclaim.

The feeling was incredibly soft and smooth.

Her leg muscles weren’t tense, but possessed a voluptuous quality unique to mature women.

My palm rested on her warm skin. I could almost feel the flow of her blood.

"It’s so soft. The texture is simply irresistible," I murmured as I slowly slid my palm up her thigh. "Do you take good care of yourself? Your skin is so smooth, not a single flaw. Shen Shuai was right — you really are a gem."

My fingers gradually approached that most mysterious forbidden area. The hem of the nightdress had bunched up at the top of her thighs. If my hand probed just a few more inches, I could touch her most core secret.

"Sister Xinrou, what does it look like inside?" My breathing grew heavier. My fingers were already touching the lace trim of the nightdress. "Is it as mature and full as the rest of your body? You haven’t had a man for so many years — has it dried up down there? Or do you secretly... touch yourself on countless sleepless nights?"

My fingers lifted the thin fabric. With just a gentle tug, I could see the scenery I had dreamed of.

Just then, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

"Wait, Wang Tianyi, calm down," I abruptly pulled my hand back and slapped my thigh hard. "Now is not the time."

I stood by the bed, panting heavily, trying to calm the beast inside me that was about to go berserk.

"No, I can’t go all the way tonight," I looked at Lin Xinrou, who was still fast asleep, and said through gritted teeth. "This is the first time, and I have no experience. What if I lose control of my strength and hurt her, or leave any obvious marks? If she wakes up tomorrow and notices something wrong, it’s all over."