[The Sound Next Door] (01-04) Author: Phoenix Courtyard Fragrance

Author: Phoenix Courtyard Fragrance
Word Count: 7986

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Chapter 1

I'm feeling really annoyed.

The guy next door is up to his old tricks again.

These good-for-nothing bastards who don't do anything productive but have plenty of food and clothing do these low-class things all day long.

"Hmm...hurry up...almost there...uhhhh! Ah!"

The soundproofing of this shabby apartment is very much in line with its rent, and I can't do anything about it.

Besides the woman's occasional high-pitched moans, another major disturbance is the sound of the headboard hitting the wall.

Thump, thump, thump.

Why didn't they knock down this wall! They could at least break the bed!

In fact, most people support their late-night activities.

...After all, most people who live in these poor apartments are older single men.

Besides, that shameless woman next door is the only female in the whole building.

Ugh...so annoying.

...

I'm a student.

To study my favorite major, I ran away from home to this city, working to earn my tuition and living expenses,
with no extra time or energy to enjoy university life.

Looking at those lovey-dovey couples, my weary body and mind didn't even have the strength to lift a torch.

Because I was truly exhausted.

I got up at five in the morning to deliver milk, then went to school, studied and took a nap in the library at noon,
worked at a coffee shop after class in the afternoon, and then worked at a hot pot restaurant until two in the morning.

So tired, so very tired.

If I hadn't managed my time well and fully utilized the adage "time is cleavage,"
I would probably be dead from overwork by now.

"Again...this time I want to use the back..." The jerk next door...

actually, I don't even know if they're really a couple, but everyone calls them that.

Mr. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang.

They've never objected; they always agree.

Honestly, based on my few encounters with them in the hallway, that unkempt, unshaven
uncle seemed like an average person. He didn't drink but smoked frequently, and he smoked cheap, strong cigarettes
.

How could someone like that marry such a beautiful wife?

I think this isn't just a question on my mind.

Mrs. Zhang, let's call her that for now. She had a pretty face, big breasts, a round bottom, long legs, and fair skin.
Aside from always wearing heavy makeup and revealing clothes, making her look more like she had reformed than reformed, she had almost no flaws.

Oh, I don't know anything about cooking, laundry, or cleaning; they hired people to do those.

Logically, if they could afford housekeeping, they shouldn't be living in this shabby place that costs 300 yuan a month, but I
can't think of any other reason.

"…Brother Zhang is back! Want to come play with your sister?"

Sometimes this happens when I get off my night shift. Dragging my exhausted body home, a mature
and beautiful married woman stands at the door, smiling and welcoming me. It's incredibly comforting… if only her husband
weren't standing in front of the neighbor's door instead of mine.

"…Never mind."

I'm really tired today. My idiot boss got into an argument, then flipped the table and made us clean it up, so
I had to work an extra hour.

Losing an hour of sleep has a huge impact on me; I could fall asleep standing up in a heartbeat!

In this state, no matter how thirsty or lustful I am, I can't muster any energy. Just like right now, all I
can think about is getting to bed, getting to bed, getting to bed quickly.

…I'll go alone.

"Phew…"

Without taking off my clothes or washing up, the moment I collapsed onto the bed, it felt like I'd been turned off.

The screen gradually went black… the sound grew fainter… shutdown.

"Ugh…"

…Although I really wanted to continue sleeping, I couldn't ignore these hands groping all over my body
.

You can touch me all you want, but why did you have to tear my clothes? Even if you did, it wouldn't matter if you tore them
, I could just keep sleeping. But why were you so insistent on turning me over?

Can't a person get a proper night's sleep?!

I struggled to open my eyes, and what I saw was a round, black, slightly swaying unidentified object.

"Ah!"

The moment I screamed, the object pressed down, landing squarely on my face, almost
suffocating me.

"Pfft... Ah!"

Pushed away by the last ounce of strength I mustered in that life-or-death struggle, I used that remaining force to get a closer look at the
black object, only to realize it was actually a butt.

Well, to be honest, I'm a bit of a butt enthusiast.

Especially that part between the buttocks and thighs—it's fleshy and elastic. If I could bury my head in it and rub it
against my sides , or even sleep with it as a pillow, I think I'd recover.

"Hmm? This is easy."

A somewhat familiar voice rang in my ear, and then I felt a strong force press down on my head
, causing me to fall to the side and land squarely on those big buttocks.

Ooh! So soft! So big! So amazing! Even though it wasn't direct contact, it felt so good
through the pantyhose!

My breasts couldn't compare!

It felt like a dream!

"..."

It was just a dream.

I sighed at my tragedy; I could only fulfill my deepest desires in a dream.
How pathetic.

"This isn't a dream."

Yes, it was a lucid dream, I knew that.

"Hehe, little brother, you're so cute. Do you still think this is a dream?"

The owner of my buttocks reached out and gently stroked my hair. That nostalgic feeling seemed to take me back to
the past , back to the childhood I once had but unfortunately lost.

"Mommy..."

I softly called out this name that I could only utter in my dreams now, and drifted off to sleep peacefully.

Chapter Two:

I slept incredibly well last night!

Not only did I dream about my mom, but I also slept with my head on her butt.

Well, although I only saw her in a dream.

"Good morning, Brother Zhang."

"Good morning! You're up early today too!"

I usually ignore Mrs. Zhang's half-flirtatious greeting, but I was in a good mood today,
so I responded.

"Brother Zhang seems to be in a good mood today."

"Yes."

Although I was in a good mood, I'm not the kind of person who likes to confide in others, and besides, I have a job to do, so
there's no way I'd stand here and talk nonsense.

"Hmm... It's you, would you like to come in and sit down?"

It was actually Mr. Zhang! Is this guy even alive?

This Mr. Zhang is Mrs. Zhang's husband (duh!), the owner of the house next door,
and also Mrs. Zhang's user.

It seems so.

Why do I say that? Because I rarely see him.

This guy never goes out, never talks to the neighbors, is indifferent to everyone, seems very rich but also seems
not.

The most crucial point is that this guy, who looks like a middle-aged slovenly uncle, actually has such a beautiful wife with such a great
figure .

The fact that he's survived to this day without being assassinated is what I admire most about him.

And I'm not kidding.

Mrs. Zhang is the woman I've ever met who truly embodies the essence of a wife.

While her figure and looks are top-notch, for someone my age, with countless photoshopped
and unphotoshopped pictures of beautiful women online, I
could only think "hmm, pretty good" based on looks alone, not such high praise. As for

her aura,

as someone who's studied actresses from around the world since high school, having watched
countless I can comment on plots, actions, dialogue, and even voices. But aura
is something complex—it's something that exists but is subjectively influenced by individual will.

Mrs. Zhang's aura is allure.

Her eyes are allure, her mouth is allure, her voice is allure, every movement is allure.

The word "allure" embodies the ancient Chinese concept of highly refined language; in modern terms, it's simply three words:
seductive and wanting to be fucked.

Married women, whether deeply in love or lonely and weeping every night, exude a unique charm distinct from their girlhood due to the
change and self-perception.

I call it "wifely power."

This transformation of wifely power occurs in three stages…

"Why are you still standing at the door?"

Mr. Zhang seemed a little angry, turning to yell at Mrs. Zhang, which interrupted my internal monologue
.

"Well, I have to deliver the newspapers, so I won't trouble you two…"

"Take a day off, I'll make up your wages. Come in."

I didn't know how to answer… This matter-of-fact statement seemed to completely disregard my
opinion .

"Okay."

Perhaps it was because Mrs. Zhang kept looking at me with pitiful eyes, or perhaps it was because Mr. Zhang's
subtle air of wealth intimidated me, but in any case, I agreed.

Once inside, I realized that this supposedly dilapidated rental apartment had been drastically
altered , renovated to look quite impressive, making a 30-square-meter space feel like 300 square meters.

Look at this huge sofa! Look at that huge TV! Look at that wine cabinet! Look at that staircase…staircase?

My gaze followed the staircase upwards, but instead of the expected sky, I saw a
corridor and half a door.

A cold sweat broke out on my back.

Question: If you walked into what should have been a tiny, run-down rental room,
only a huge villa, perhaps even a second floor, what would you do?

My answer is: Pretend you don't know, pretend you don't care, and just get by.

Whether it's magic, technology, or some alien civilization, I don't believe I possess anything they
would covet.

Even if, hypothetically, I did have some incredible treasure, I would hand it over without hesitation,
even if it concerned the survival of a nation, the world, or humanity.

I've lived such a miserable life all these years; this treasure is utterly useless. Even if it doesn't bring misfortune,
it's a useless burden.

Besides, I don't want to die.

"Don't be afraid, this is hypnosis I've put on you. You're only seeing these things with your eyes; your body
is still in that rented room."

Hmm, you're right, you're all right. Anyway, I don't want to know the truth. I just want to go back
and continue delivering my newspapers.

Mr. Zhang seemed quite dissatisfied with my timid expression, snorted, and sat down on the
sofa without saying a word.

"..."

"Come on, don't be afraid, just sit... here."

Mrs. Zhang pulled me to the opposite side of the sofa, suddenly pushed me to the ground, and then pulled me against
her.

I usually thought she was quite tall, but I assumed it was because of her high heels. Only now
, sitting on the floor in what felt like an embrace, did I realize that she was only slightly shorter than me.

I never would have guessed! What perfect proportions!

While I was lost in thought, Mr. Zhang seemed to have recovered. His gaze swept over me
several times before he spoke, "You slept well last night, didn't you?"

Chapter Three

is another one of those declarative sentences…

"Yes."

"You seem to be in good spirits. Looks like youth has its advantages."

"...Yes."

"But energy alone isn't enough. Mind, skill, and body must work together to maximize one's
power."

"...Yes."

What is this guy even talking about?! It sounds like he's talking to himself! Is he out of his mind?

I instinctively turned my head to look behind me, and instead of Mrs. Zhang's smile, I saw a pair of large breasts.

No wonder I felt so strained; my body has deteriorated too much!

I braced myself with my hands on the ground, trying to straighten my upper body, then twisted my waist to adjust to a
comfortable position before lying back.

Perfect!

Those two big, soft, round breasts were perfectly positioned behind my head, and in this position, my view wasn't
obstructed at all; I could see Mrs. Zhang's beautifully curved neck and chin as soon as I looked up.

"You seem to like him quite a bit."

I don't know who Mr. Zhang was talking to, but before I could even speak, Mrs. Zhang's soft
voice rang out above me.

"Yes, holding him like this feels like holding my own child, and last night, he was half asleep
and even called me 'Mommy.'"

Huh? Ah?

Ahhhhhh!!!

That's not a dream! How embarrassing!

My face flushed instantly, and I struggled to sit up and explain.

But Mrs. Zhang held me down with extraordinary strength.

"Be good, don't make a fuss, Mommy will talk to you later."

Uh... thinking back now, that butt still made a sound last night, it really did sound like Mrs. Zhang's...
but 's no excuse for taking advantage of me! I just made a mistake!

I wanted to continue struggling, but a slender hand was faster than me,
sliding down and accurately grasping my little brother before I could react.

"Hmm? I didn't realize you were so well-endowed, Mr. Zhang."

I don't know what strange switch was flipped, but Mrs. Zhang's tone suddenly changed, and her hand began to move
skillfully , waves of pleasure stimulating me so much that I almost ejaculated in public.

"You didn't do it with him yesterday?"

Mr. Zhang's cold voice pierced my eardrums like a sharp knife, instantly sobering me up, and I
quickly broke free from Mrs. Zhang's embrace.

"Um... no."

Mrs. Zhang was no longer the seductive woman I usually knew, as if a monster had revealed
its true form, her entire demeanor and temperament had changed drastically.

Her eyes gleamed with predatory lust, her pearly teeth unconsciously biting her lower lip, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, and her lower abdomen, which I could see contracting and twisting even through her
clothes … I had a bad feeling.

“Don’t rush, let me teach him the first level of the mental cultivation technique first.”

“Mm.”

Just a nasal sound, combined with her bewitching expression, almost made me stand at attention again.

What terrifying allure! A mere married woman… Impossible!

Who is she!

“Surprised? There aren’t many people with her potential, but that’s only because I’ve developed it well.”

Developed? How?

Various grotesque images subconsciously surfaced in my mind, interspersed with many
fantasies I’d had after hearing rumors about Mrs. Zhang.

“Well, it’s pretty much what you think, but you don’t know the key points, so you can’t
imagine them.”

As he spoke, Mr. Zhang suddenly stood up, took a step in front of me, and drew a sword-like gesture with his left index and middle fingers in front of my
eyes.

A white arc of light seemed to flash before my eyes, and I felt a cool sensation on my forehead.

"Hehe...you're bleeding..."

Mrs. Zhang swayed her slender waist, like a water snake, and wrapped it around my body. Her
beautiful face, which looked like a python to me, suddenly magnified and then lifted upwards.

A wet, slippery touch came from my forehead; I knew she was licking my wound

...or perhaps sucking my blood.

A chilling feeling instantly overwhelmed my mind, and cold sweat poured out uncontrollably. However, Mrs. Zhang
seemed completely unconcerned, licking even the sweat away.

"Alright, don't scare him. He's still an ordinary person. If he gets mentally damaged, he'll be ruined."

I was speechless after being subjected to these sudden changes. Facing these two extraordinary people, I truly realized
the powerlessness hidden behind Mr. Zhang's words "ordinary person."

"Hmm...whatever you say..."

Mrs. Zhang seemed to listen to Mr. Zhang. Upon hearing this, she immediately released me and unhesitatingly swayed her hips into
the kitchen.

"I've prepared lunch for you. Don't chat for too long."

Hearing the word "lunch," I glanced at the large clock on the wall; the hour and minute hands clearly pointed to 10:30
.

So much time had passed!

Yet, I had no intention of leaving. The lingering fear from before seemed to
fuel my continued journey into the unknown.

"Please teach me that cultivation method!"

I said resolutely to Mr. Zhang, who simply pointed to the teapot on the table.

I poured a cup of tea and respectfully handed it to him.

"Kowtowing."

I kowtowed three times.

"I will now accept you as my disciple and teach you the Nameless Cultivation Method. You don't need to call me Master; call me whatever you like.
And don't call that woman Master's Wife; she is not my wife."

"Yes."

The Nameless Cultivation Method… it sounded a bit crude, but I felt like I'd seen it in some comic book…
it should be quite effective, right?

"The first level of the mental cultivation method only allows you to control your own mental energy at will, no longer swayed by external stimuli. Only after you've mastered
this can the next step be passed on to you."

I held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help asking.

"Why...why did you choose me?"

I haven't even used the secret to save the world yet. Is it just because he accidentally scratched my forehead earlier and
feels guilty and wants to compensate me?

"We make love here every night, and I deliberately make the noise so that if you want to, the two
buildings around here can hear it."

As the neighbor right next door, I'm disturbed by your moaning every night, yet I can still sleep
. Does that seem strange to you?

Actually, it's just because I'm too tired! It's not some kind of deep willpower or anything!

Just now, Mrs. Zhang's casual touch and lick almost made me lose control, which shows that I'm just
an .

Mr. Zhang seemed to understand the expression on my face and said in his emotionless tone, "You've never practiced any..."
"What kind of technique is this? It's just the body's natural reaction, so there's no need to feel inferior."

Does that mean I should be inferior, that I have to be, and that I should be more accepting of my inferiority?

"Once you've mastered the first level of the technique, you'll naturally understand."

Mr. Zhang didn't say anything more, but instead handed me a stack of printed papers.

Printed in bold, size 4 font, with two spaces at the beginning of each line, complete with punctuation, and blank lines between paragraphs for easy
reading .

This is the secret manual! This is so modern!

"You have one hour left. I'll have her test you at lunchtime. If you don't want to die at the dinner table,
hurry up and practice."

"..." Holy crap!

This thing can kill people?! Before reading

Chapter 4 , I thought this so-called "mastering the first level in one hour" was basically an excuse to kill me. However, after actually opening it, I realized he was telling the truth. These papers detailed the content to be accomplished for each movement and each breath, with key points marked in red and possible mistakes and correction methods. This is such a detailed manual! Anyone who can read could learn it. The only problem is, it took me an hour to finish it… it's just too detailed! Before I knew it, I was engrossed in reading it, and then I heard Mrs. Zhang's voice beside me… "Dinner's ready, little brother." Damn it! Is she trying to kill me?! I just got this amazing manual, I've only just begun to have a glimmer of hope! I was filled with grief and anger, but I didn't dare do anything to these two. I could only bury my head in my food, hoping that at least I could die a full ghost. "Delicious!" Although it was just ordinary home-cooked food—vinegar-braised cabbage, braised eggplant, home-style tofu, etc.—it somehow tasted amazing, like it had some kind of super-premium MSG. "Mrs. Zhang, your cooking is delicious!" While I genuinely thought so, I was also trying to please her so she wouldn't kill me later. "Uh, why aren't you eating?" Before Mrs. Zhang could speak, Mr. Zhang coldly picked up his chopsticks, placed a piece of cabbage near her mouth, and offered it to her. "Ugh, you just love making me look bad..." Despite saying this, Mrs. Zhang still ate the cabbage coquettishly. Her dazed eyes and flushed cheeks made anyone who didn't know better think she'd been drugged! "Didn't you taste anything?" Mr. Zhang put down his chopsticks and asked me. "...Taken what?" Could there be poison in the dish? But Mrs. Zhang ate some too... Damn! Could it be a poison that only works on ordinary people? "There's her bodily fluid in this dish." Bodily fluid... I couldn't imagine what kind of fluid this meant. To put it in a healthy way, it might be her breast milk ; to put it in a more malicious way, it could be her saliva. "The bodily fluids down there." Down there... it's probably the sweat from my feet. While I'm still a bit hesitant to eat that part directly... Just as my face turned pale and then red, Mrs. Zhang finally finished the cabbage, stood up, walked to my side, grabbed my hand, and slipped it under her skirt. At the same time, she whispered in my ear, "It's my bodily fluids down there ..." Ugh! I couldn't hold it in and vomited directly onto the apron in front of me. Only after I recovered did I realize that the apron was Mrs. Zhang's, and I immediately panicked and wiped it away. "Oh dear, what a waste! Why didn't you vomit into my mouth?" Mrs. Zhang squatted down, ignoring the filth flowing down her apron onto her legs and the floor, and instead, with a tender look in her eyes , cupped my pale face and kissed me. "Mmm..." The food churned in my mouth; I couldn't tell if it was her saliva or my stomach acid. "Hoo... Ha, ha, ha..." She swirled everything in my mouth with her tongue and sucked it in; I didn't even dare think about whether I swallowed it or not. I only knew I was so nauseous I couldn't vomit anything. "Have you forgotten the mental cultivation method I just taught you?" Mr. Zhang's cold voice came from the side. I suddenly woke up and subconsciously began to breathe and exhale as described in the nameless mental cultivation method, simultaneously circulating my spirit according to the predetermined pattern. The effectiveness of this technique far exceeded my expectations. One second I felt like I had suffered the greatest shock of my life, utterly despondent and only wanting to die quickly. The next second I felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head, and I became much more alert, even calmly analyzing how much food I had vomited and how much I had digested . "Not bad, you passed the first test. You need to practice the first level of the mental cultivation method more to make it move at your will, so that you can always be in a clear and stable state, and only then will you be qualified to cultivate the second level." Looking at Mr. Zhang's expressionless face, I couldn't help but think: Could it be that he practiced this too hard, and that's why he became like this? After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat. My eyes twitched slightly as I watched, and I reminded him, " Mr. Zhang , this dish..." "Just kidding." "..." How could he be so shameless! Of all things to say, he had to mention that kind of thing... Thinking this, my head unconsciously tilted to the right again, looking at Mrs. Zhang, who had been panting softly with her head down since earlier. Her slender arms couldn't completely cover her breasts, and the edge the two protruding points indicating her current state... Hmm? What's with her fingers...? Oh! So this woman was masturbating! That's... amazing! As her hand movements became faster, I could even hear the squelching sounds coming from under her skirt. "Mmm... mmm!" An uncontrollable moan escaped from deep within her throat, along with a large amount of nectar that instantly soaked the hem . No wonder I joked about adding this to the dish... This amount, even for soup...

No, no! I can't think about it anymore, or I'll throw up again!

I quickly used my inner energy to suppress that surging emotion.

Mrs. Zhang enjoyed the afterglow of her climax for a while before raising her head, her gaze meeting mine directly.

Seeing me staring at her without moving, the corners of Mrs. Zhang's somewhat languid lips suddenly curled upwards, and
she said, "I really did eat it all, you see…" As she spoke, she slightly opened her mouth towards me,
sticking out a piece of bright red, fragrant tongue.

"…"

No, no! Don't think about it! Don't think about it anymore!!!

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