He lost money betting on football and then sold his beautiful neighbor's wife.

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Zhang Nan was extremely irritable after staying up late to watch a terrible game last night and being woken up by a phone call early this morning.

He opened a can of liquor and strolled to the balcony, hoping the chilly May morning air would make him feel better.

That game had cost him over 200,000 yuan he'd borrowed overnight, and to make matters worse, his creditors were incredibly resourceful, calling within hours—not to comfort him, of course. Zhang Nan knew he couldn't afford to mess with these people, but how could he repay them? If there were any other way, why would he have resorted to high-interest loans to gamble on football?

Dawn was breaking, the air was fresh, and Zhang Nan, still drinking his liquor, was wide awake. From the balcony, he could see the entire neighborhood. Among the scattered morning exercisers, one figure caught his attention.

The woman was wearing a tracksuit, looking like she was going for a run. Her sneakers made her stride particularly springy, and her brown ponytail swayed back and forth. Zhang Nan liked this kind of outfit.

Zhang Nan recognized the woman; she lived upstairs. She was in her thirties, quite attractive, but all he knew was her surname, Li. She seemed to work in administration at some foreign company, a typical office lady. Zhang Nan lived in apartment 401, while the woman and her husband lived in 502. When Zhang Nan smoked on the balcony at night, he often saw her upstairs in her pajamas, hanging laundry, looking every bit the virtuous housewife. The sight of her mature figure beneath the thin fabric always stirred his fantasies.

He felt a heat in his groin, not just from the alcohol. The woman left the complex and disappeared in a flash.

Zhang Nan downed his drink, lost in thought. A strange light suddenly flashed in his tired eyes. Zhang Nan took out his phone and dialed Ma San's number. He only said, "Drive over tonight." Ma San was just a nickname; no one knew his real name. In fact, Ma San was a notorious human trafficker in the surrounding area, taking in everyone from infants to middle-aged women.

Zhang Nan was no saint either. Using his natural charm and silver tongue, he lured lonely women from out of town to meet him online, then used violence to control them, rob them of their money and sexually assaulted them before selling them to Ma San for profit.

Lately, things had gotten tense, and Zhang Nan hadn't contacted Ma San for over six months, but now, stimulated by the huge debt, his instincts were suddenly sharp again.

"Damn it, he's forcing me to do him another job!"

Twenty minutes later, the young woman surnamed Li returned. She was clearly oblivious to her impending doom, completely unaware that a conspiracy was quietly unfolding before her.

Zhang Nan turned and went back inside.

Their building was quite old, a two-unit apartment building with narrow hallways. Zhang Nan estimated the time and pushed open the door.

He had timed it perfectly; the woman was just passing by, and they met face-to-face.

"Hey, Sister Li, going out for a workout?" Zhang Nan pretended to leave.

The woman didn't speak, only smiled politely, and continued flipping through a magazine as she walked, the enclosed hallway filled with a cloyingly sweet fragrance.

Zhang Nan felt a little awkward. Seeing the woman about to go upstairs, he glanced at the beauty magazine in her hand and had a sudden idea: "Oh, by the way, Sister Li, could you wait a moment?" "Is there something you need?" The woman finally stopped, but her tone was icy, her pretty face radiating shallow arrogance.

"Ah, it's like this," Zhang Nan composed himself, starting to fabricate a story, "A friend of mine owes me several thousand yuan. He left a batch of imported cosmetics with me, saying it was to settle the debt, but I'm a single guy, how would I know anything about these things? Could you, could you, give me some advice? If you like anything, you can take two boxes as a consultation fee."

"Uh, well… I can't possibly accept that," the woman said, a little surprised, but her expression quickly brightened.

Zhang Nan was secretly delighted. Alright, she's got a knack for getting a bargain; this is promising! "It's alright, it's alright. We're neighbors, right? At worst, you can just give me the cost price, haha. Um, I happen to have some samples in my room, why don't you come in and take a look?"

"This… I… okay then." The woman hesitated for a moment, but still agreed.

Zhang Nan welcomed the woman in, saying generously, "Sister Li, please make yourself at home. It's a mess at home, please excuse the mess. Oh, by the way, will this delay making breakfast for your husband?"

"Him?" The woman sat down casually in the middle of the living room sofa, naturally crossing her legs, "All he ever does is work at his company. He's already out the door." As she spoke, she started flipping through a magazine again, her bangs obscuring half her face.

"Sigh, it's only natural for men to prioritize their careers, not all of them can be like me, just messing around, haha…" Zhang Nan locked the door almost imperceptibly as she closed it. Then, he brought out a glass of orange juice from the kitchen: "Sister Li, have some drinks first."

"Thank you." The glass wasn't big, and perhaps because she was indeed thirsty after her jog, the woman took it and finished it in a few gulps.

A fleeting smile crossed Zhang Nan's lips.

"I'll pour you some more."

"No need, no need, Xiao Zhang, hurry up and get your things out, I'll just look at this and leave, I have to go to work soon." After saying that, the woman casually placed the empty glass on the coffee table.

"Oh, okay, look at my memory, Sister Li, please wait a moment, I'll go get it right away." With that, Zhang Nan went into the inner room.

The woman seemed a little hot; she rolled up the long sleeves of her sweatshirt, loosened her ponytail, and let her shoulder-length permed hair fall down. She threaded a black hair tie through her slender, fair wrist, tucked a strand of hair behind her right ear, revealing a delicate, sparkling earring, and casually ran her long fingers through her hair. Her gaze never left the magazine, her eyelids lowered, her long eyelashes fluttering occasionally. The morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, bathing the small living room in a soft, alluring orange hue, making the languid, beautiful young woman appear even more captivating.

Zhang Nan rummaged through the drawers.

As he unearthed two bundles of nylon rope and a roll of black packing tape, he heard a clatter from the living room.

The woman leaned against the sofa, her magazine fallen to the floor, seemingly unconscious.

"Heh heh, lucky me. I didn't expect something that's been sitting for so long to still have such a good effect. I was worried it might have expired..."

Undoubtedly, the juice had been spiked. It wasn't ordinary tranquilizers, but a fast-acting sedative Zhang Nan had obtained from the black market.

He brushed aside the hair falling across the woman's face. Although Zhang Nan was an expert in this sort of thing, he still couldn't control his joy and excitement; his hands were trembling slightly.

Although she appeared to be asleep, Zhang Nan knew the woman was merely immobilized; her mind was perfectly clear. When his fingers touched her forehead, her eyelids even visibly twitched.

In other words, the woman couldn't see but could hear and feel Zhang Nan's actions, yet she was powerless to resist. This greatly excited Zhang Nan, which was precisely why he always loved this drug.

The woman's expression seemed peaceful, but the violent heaving of her chest revealed her unease and fear.

Zhang Nan leaned close to the woman's ear: "Don't be afraid, beauty..." As he spoke, he gently teased her soft earlobe with his tongue, sucking on it. The woman seemed to tremble slightly, and her ears immediately turned red.

Zhang Nan felt his lips were dry, so he licked them, and one hand had already reached up. He unzipped the jacket, opened the woman's coat, and revealed a slightly tight black tank top underneath her light blue tracksuit, which was being pushed high by her full, mature breasts. Lifting up the short top, he discovered a sexy black deep-V bra underneath, the cups and edges adorned with delicate lace and embroidery.

Black lace clusters tightly adorned her snow-white, delicate breasts, their allure surpassing even complete nudity. In Zhang Nan's eyes, this was the quintessential difference between a mature woman and a naive young girl.

The couple upstairs hadn't given birth yet, and the woman, naturally, hadn't breastfed. Her breasts, no smaller than a C-cup, were well-maintained, round and firm, exuding a unique feminine fragrance. Zhang Nan repeatedly kneaded these black and white beauties, unable to tear himself away, until he unintentionally used too much force, causing the woman to let out a weak moan, at which point he stopped.

He bent down and lifted the woman's legs, letting her lie down on the sofa.

Beneath her matching light blue athletic trousers, a pair of clean and tidy white Adidas running shoes appeared. Zhang Nan untied the shoelaces and gently removed the shoes.

The woman's petite feet wore pure white athletic socks, the soles delicate, though slightly damp, perhaps from her morning exercise. The socks, with their excellent elasticity, tightly hugged her slender, jade-like feet, outlining their beautiful contours. The woman's right trouser leg had slipped down, revealing a half-high sock. Two pink stripes encircled the edge of the sock, with a clear Adidas logo in the center.

Without even looking, one could guess that this outfit...

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