Su Dan held her phone, scrolling through messages while she ate, seemingly oblivious, not even glancing at Zhao Ran. She casually remarked, “She just got a call and left in a hurry. Probably made plans to go out with her girlfriends. Might not be back tonight.”
“Left already? I was thinking we could all go out together,” Zhao Ran said as he sat back down, grabbing an oil fry bread and stuffing it into his mouth.
Su Dan shot him a brief look. Just then, her phone rang. She immediately stood up and walked some distance away from Zhao Ran before answering the call.
Watching her sneaky behavior, Zhao Ran didn’t think much of it. After filling his stomach, he bid a quick farewell and retreated to his room.
With nothing else to do, he simply burrowed under the covers to read novels.
The novels tonight were quite good; the author was really delivering, with several books updating seven or eight chapters in a row, costing Zhao Ran a fair number of reading coins.
It just felt like the author was treading a narrow path—there were even some borderline explicit scenes, with descriptions like “perky breasts” and “round, firm buttocks,” which actually got him feeling a bit hot and bothered.
“Damn it, damn it…” The steamy descriptions in the novel stimulated him, causing a slight stirring down below. Zhao Ran decided not to hold back anymore. He directly took off his pants, planning to jerk off to cool his urges.
Speaking of Zhao Ran’s prized possession, it was somewhat special. Despite his youth, it had developed to nearly 20 centimeters in length, and when erect, it grew even larger.
Once, during a bathroom break, his uncle had even joked that even if Zhao Ran didn’t get into university, he could still make a fortune in society as a male escort or an adult film actor.
Of course, those words had greatly satisfied Zhao Ran’s vanity. Now, as he recalled the passionate scenes from the novel, he even had time to ponder: people say that organs grow in proportion to the body. With a “monster” as thick as a baby’s arm, only his own broad palm could “get a full grip.”
“Mmm… mmm… hubby, don’t… hubby…”
“Huh?” Just as Zhao Ran was deep in his thoughts, he suddenly stopped what he was doing.
What the hell? A faint, barely audible sound reached his ears—it sounded like a woman moaning?
After repeatedly confirming he wasn’t hallucinating, Zhao Ran frowned in thought.
The sound was muffled but definitely close by, stirring suspicion in Zhao Ran’s mind.
Who could it be?
His stepmother wasn’t home. Could it be Wu Dan?
No way!
The moment this possibility crossed his mind, Zhao Ran, already consumed by lust, decisively threw off the covers and quietly slipped out of bed.
Barefoot, he didn’t bother with shoes and slowly pushed open his bedroom door.
“Creak~”
The sound was soft, but it startled Zhao Ran, afraid of disturbing whoever was in the midst of their activities.
“Mmm… mmm…”
Hearing the faint moans again, Zhao Ran’s anxious heart gradually settled. He confirmed two things:
First, he hadn’t been exposed—which wasn’t important.
Second, someone was definitely doing something naughty in the house. The door to the guest bedroom across from him was slightly ajar, and from within the dimly lit room came a continuous stream of sounds.
As Zhao Ran quietly opened his door wider, the tantalizing sounds grew slightly louder.
Holding his breath, Zhao Ran inched forward step by step, slowly moving toward the source of the light. Though excited, he didn’t dare let his guard down. At the slightest sign of trouble, he was ready to bolt.
Finally, Zhao Ran reached the door of the guest bedroom, and his gaze slipped through the crack into the room.