Afterward, the two of them went into Shiwen’s room.
Shiwen’s room had a minimalist layout, featuring a bed, a wardrobe, a bookcase, a storage cabinet, a desk, and a computer desk with a chair. On the wall above the head of the bed was a poster of Rosamund Kwan.
The desk was placed in front of the room’s floor-to-ceiling window, directly facing the bed, with the computer desk and chair adjacent to it.
Yang Haoran told Shiwen to go get the game controllers and the Little Overlord console first. Taking advantage of Shiwen rummaging through the storage cabinet, he sat down in the computer chair and skillfully turned on the computer.
“Found it. Haven’t played this in ages, not sure if it’s broken or not,” Zhou Shiwen said as he pulled a rectangular box out of the storage cabinet. Opening it, he revealed a pair of black game controllers, a Little Overlord card reader, and some game cartridges.
Speaking of which, these were childhood memories for both of them. Back then, games weren’t all contained on a single disc; one game cartridge held one game, and the Little Overlord was the bestselling card reader of that era.
“Bring it here, let’s have a look. It probably isn’t broken. If it doesn’t respond, try blowing on it,” Yang Haoran said while inserting a USB drive he carried with him into the computer tower. He operated the computer to copy the resources from the USB drive onto the G drive of Shiwen’s computer.
Once the copy progress bar appeared, all that was left was to wait patiently.
Looking at the slowly increasing progress bar, Yang Haoran estimated it would take at least an hour or two to complete the copying. This was his window of time.
As for the game controllers and the Little Overlord, they were mainly there as a cover story in case Aunt Shen came into the room.
Zhou Shiwen connected the Little Overlord to the computer, then plugged the game controllers into the ports on the back of the computer monitor. He randomly picked a game cartridge and inserted it into the Little Overlord’s card slot.
“Is this one broken?” Zhou Shiwen asked, seeing no response on the display.
“Try blowing on it,” Yang Haoran suggested.
“Never mind, let’s just try a different one,” Zhou Shiwen shook his head. Thinking about it, they weren’t really here to play anyway, so just switching the game cartridge would be fine. It wasn’t likely that all of these cartridges were broken.
Immediately, Zhou Shiwen pulled out the unresponsive game cartridge and casually picked another one. He glanced at it briefly; the top of the cartridge had a small, rectangular stickerβKing of Fighters. Without giving it much thought, he inserted it into the Little Overlord. After a few seconds, the Little Overlord’s indicator light flashed a few times and then stabilized.
The computer monitor also displayed a game connection prompt. “It’s working.”
Seeing that it was set up, both of them smiled. The Little Overlord might be an antique now, but its quality was rock solid.
“Haoran, how long is this going to take?” Zhou Shiwen asked, watching Yang Haoran navigate to the King of Fighters selection screen.
He was asking about how long the video copying would take, which Yang Haoran naturally understood. After a moment’s thought, he said, “Probably over an hour. I’ll get up, you sit here. If Aunt Shen comes in, just hold the controller and press the right button; it’ll quickly switch back to the game screen.”
As he spoke, Yang Haoran clicked to start the game, entered the character selection screen, then returned to the computer desktop. The progress bar on the desktop was still moving. He stood up and moved aside to let Shiwen sit in the computer chair.
“So we just wait like this? How about we play some games in the meantime?” Zhou Shiwen suggested, seeing the copy progress bar was only at 2%.
“No need. The copying is one thing. You can click on my USB drive first to check out the video quality. I’m not boasting, Shiwen, but these are all carefully selected, uncensored, high-definition videos. Just open one and you’ll see,” Yang Haoran said, winking at Shiwen. He certainly wasn’t going to agree to them playing games; he had important business to attend to.
Hearing this, Zhou Shiwen felt somewhat awkward. After all, they were pornographic videos, and he was still a bit shy about it.
“Thatβ¦ doesn’t seem too appropriate. How about we just play some games instead?” Zhou Shiwen’s face felt a little warm. With Haoran watching right beside him, he felt somewhat constrained.
To put it bluntly, he was just thin-skinned.
“It’s just previewing, I’m not telling you to watch them right now,” Yang Haoran rolled his eyes. “These videos are the fruit of my labor, meticulously handpicked. There are all kinds of genres in here, I’ve sorted them all. They’re really stimulating, so take it easy.”
Since Haoran had put it that way, Zhou Shiwen’s hand on the mouse moved to click on the USB drive icon displayed in the upper right corner of the screen, opening it.
The page jumped, a small window popped up, and he entered the USB drive interface. He double-clicked again to enter the drive.
Rows of folders listed themselves.
“Campus Beauties Corruption Collection”
“Campus Teachers Corruption Collection”
“Cosplay Anime Collection”
“Western Big Horses Collection”
“Mother-Son Incest Collection”
“Cuckold Mother Series Collection”
“Husband Cuckolding Collection”
“Group Orgy Collection”
“BDSM Training Collection”
“Public Exposure Collection”
“Anime Series Collection”
A dazzling array of folders with different labels unfolded before Zhou Shiwen’s eyes. He instantly widened his eyes, scanning them one by one down the list.
Suddenly, the “Cuckold Mother Series Collection” caught his eye. His heartbeat skipped a beat, and his breathing becameζ₯δΏ for a couple of seconds. Before Yang Haoran could notice, he quickly averted his gaze and looked further down the list, saying nonchalantly, “Isn’t this a bit too much? Are there really this many categories for this kind of video?”
“There are plenty more,” Yang Haoran said, pointing to one series. “For example, the campus series has subcategories for students and teachers. The student ones are usually about innocent beauties being played by teachers or school administrators, while the teacher ones are about teachers being played by students, and so on.”
“Or take categories like Western, anime, cosplayβthese are broad categories with many types. Things like BDSM training, public exposure, or husband cuckolding all have their own subgenres. I’ve just made a rough classification; there are definitely more specific types out there⦔
Talking about this, Yang Haoran seemed experienced and spoke with ease.
Seeing the surprised expression on Zhou Shiwen’s face, Yang Haoran felt theζε°±ζ of an old-timer guiding a rookie into the circle. He suddenly laughed and pointed to another series. “And look at this one, the mother-son incest series. That’s not even the extreme part. Now check out this cuckold mother series. Doesn’t it feel like it shatters your worldview? Mother-son incest is one thing, but there are actually guys who get off on their own mothers being cuckoldedβtotal cucks. Doesn’t that feel super perverted?”
Yang Haoran’s tone was full of amazement, sharing these insights with Zhou Shiwenζζ ¨ly. He didn’t notice that as he reached the end of his speech, Zhou Shiwen’s expression was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, Yang Haoran was too immersed in the joy of sharing his area of expertise with his good friend to notice.
“It is perverted. I never imagined there were people like that,” Zhou Shiwen said, his face filled with righteous indignation, while simultaneously changing the subject. “Whyβ¦ why are you collecting theseβ¦ these cuckold mother videos too?”