The temptation of neighbors - Chapter 1

Ding Dong—a crisp doorbell chimed, its sound waves piercing the living room, hallway, study, and into my eardrums, making them buzz. I was hunched over my computer, my fingers dangling from the keyboard.

I was writing a sci-fi online novel titled “Searching for Space Aliens.”

Ding Dong—

the doorbell rang again, completely disrupting my writing flow. I rarely have guests at home, so who was ringing the doorbell like it was a death sentence? Could I possibly be doing anything?

In a rage, I leaped from my chair, striding out of the study in two quick steps. I reached the door and peered through the peephole. Standing outside was my beautiful neighbor—Qiao Jiayi, my wife Fan Qili’s best friend. What was she doing there?

I hurriedly opened the door, but Qiao Jiayi didn’t even glance at me as she slipped in. She changed into a pair of slippers and headed straight for the large sofa in the living room.

I glanced at her. She was wearing a pure cotton, light red, short-sleeved T-shirt with a low neckline, revealing a plunging cleavage. She wore a silky black miniskirt, her legs tightly clad in lace stockings.

She wore flat shoes, but she still looked graceful and elegant. Her rounded buttocks, soaked with the nourishment of men, were especially distracting.

This soft and delicate beauty had not only a curvaceous back but also a prominent front. Her soft br3asts lifted her dress high, as if two large buns were stuffed inside.

“What’s going on?” I asked bluntly.

“I left my keys at your house.”

She bent over the sofa, searching for something, her hips peeking out from under her miniskirt.

“Take your time looking.” I ignored her and turned to the study.

“Brother-in-law, come with me,” she said coquettishly.

“Find it yourself,” I said coldly, continuing my walk.

“Did Sister Li go to work?” she asked knowingly.

“Hmm.” I snorted and stepped into the study.

“What are you doing hiding at home by yourself?” She stretched out her voice, as if she was afraid that I would be annoying.

I ignored her and sat down in front of the computer, holding up my hands and preparing to continue typing.

Qiao Jiayi came in, walked up to me, one hand on the computer desk, the other hand on her waist, staring at me, her legs tangled together, her butt shaking, like a troubled girl who wanted to stir up trouble.

“What’s the matter, have you found the key?” I rolled my eyes and asked her.

“No.” She answered lazily.

“Then go find it quickly, why are you standing here like an idiot?” I said in a lost voice, my irritation exploded in the stuffy air.

“I suspect you hid the key to my house.” She was also angry.

“Why would I hide the key to your house?” I was angry and annoyed. Wasn’t she deliberately making trouble?

She fell silent for a moment, brushing her scattered curls back from her chest. She angrily said, “I’m going to take a shower first, and I’ll search you when I come back.”

I was speechless, wanting to curse but unable to, and I watched her storm off. Qiao Jiayi was too lively and cheerful. She was the loudest when she came to our house with my wife to play mahjong, laughing and joking, which gave me a headache. I had a strong dislike for her.

She dressed like this today, flirting with me while my wife wasn’t home. Isn’t she asking for trouble?

My wife, Fan Qili, has two sisters in this city: one is a classmate from kindergarten, and the other is the principal of a kindergarten in the same city. Qiao Jiayi and Jia Yaojin both belong to the second group.

Of all the sisters, my wife has the best relationship with Qiao Jiayi and Yuan Yaojin. They call each other sisters because we’re all neighbors.

Qiao Jiayi was singing in the bathroom while showering, and the noise she made made me sit in front of my computer, dumbfounded.

My thoughts can’t stand the slightest distraction. I’m writing science fiction, which relies entirely on my imagination. If my mind wanders, I can’t produce anything.

I know science fiction isn’t very popular online, with a pitiful number of hits each day.

But I love science fiction, and I’m determined to write a work even more exciting than “Avatar.”

The weather is unusual; it’s already October, and it’s still scorching hot, like a summer heatwave.

There’s no air conditioning in the study, but there is in the living room, but I don’t turn it on. I prefer to open the windows and let in the natural breeze.

The sun is blazing today, blazing into the room. I’ve had to draw the thick curtains, blocking out the sun and some of the cool breeze.

Beads of sweat stream down my back, soaking into my slim-fitting pants.

Ignoring the potential for ambiguity between a man and a woman sharing a room, Qiao Jiayi finished her shower and walked into the study, wrapped only in a towel. She paced back and forth beside me, and I glanced at her impatiently. Her delicate face was flushed from the hot water. This Qiao Jiayi was quite pretty.

“Brother-in-law, you should take a shower too.” She placed a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m not hot.” I shook her hand off.

“You’re sweating profusely, and you still say you’re not hot?” She swayed in front of me.

“I’m not afraid of the heat.” I meant it, because my novel was about Mars, and I needed the inspiration it brought.

“You’re not afraid of the heat, are you African?” she asked, teasing.

“Africans aren’t afraid of the heat? Stupid.” I started to get impatient again, because I didn’t have time to waste with her.

“Africans are so dark, how can they be afraid of the heat?” she asked innocently, without getting angry.

“Everyone is afraid of heat. My tan is natural, not from the sun. You don’t even know this common sense. You’re just big-breasted and brainless,” I said rudely.

“What’s wrong with you with my big br3asts?” She got angry and yelled.

“It’s blinding me,” I argued with her.

“Who told you to look there?”

“You’re not wearing any clothes, so it’s useless not to.”

“It’s useless even if you do.”

“Put your clothes on quickly,” I ordered her.

“You don’t have the air conditioner on, and I’m sweating as soon as I put on clothes.” “

If you’re afraid of sweating, just take them off completely,” I said angrily.

“Okay, that’s a good idea,” she said, reaching out a hand to remove the towel.

“What for?” I shouted to stop her.

“Didn’t you ask me to take them off completely?” she said with a charming smile.

“If you take them off, I’ll rape you to death,” I threatened her.

“Well, Sister Li said you’re amazing in bed, and I’m just looking to see for myself.”

This Qiao Jiayi is amazing. I could never win over her in a verbal battle. It’s so pissing me off!

“When you sisters get together, all you talk about is s3x?” I asked her contemptuously.

“Yes, isn’t it?” She said arrogantly and matter-of-factly.

“I really can’t tell.” I shook my head and shifted my gaze to the computer screen.

“What can’t you see?” she asked. “You all dress nicely and look decent, but your minds are so dirty.”

“What do you mean by dirty? Haven’t you discussed these topics with your friends?”

“No.”

“A prude.”

“What? Do I look like a prude?”

“Yes.”

“Nonsense.” I seethed.

“I’ll prove it to you right now,”

she said. A delicate hand reached across her chest and, with a firm tug, the towel slipped off. Suddenly, a pristine, naked body lay before me. My gaze quickly averted from the deadly allure.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy?”

“I’m going to unmask you.”

“You’re so brave!

You dared to seduce your brother-in-law?” “Who seduced you? Stop accusing me of something.” “Put on some clothes!”

I commanded her loudly. “No.” She twisted her waist. “If you don’t, I’ll be rude to you,” I tried to intimidate her. “No. ” She showed no fear. My teeth chattered, and like an enraged lion, I glared at her with uncontrollable fury. 

She smiled sweetly, her plump br3asts jiggling, her round, white buttocks swaying from side to side. The testosterone in my body surged, molecules expelling from my sweat glands. Suddenly, the air was filled with the sweet aroma of testosterone. 

A rush of bl00d rushed from my nostrils, and I immediately stood up and fled in panic. Qiao Jiayi burst into laughter behind me. I ran into the bathroom to cool myself down with cold water, cursing, “Monster.” Qiao Jiayi chased me out of the bathroom, laughing non-stop, her voice both uninhibited and alluring.

“Brother-in-law, Sister Li’s period hasn’t ended yet. Can you hold it in?” “Monster, go away.” “Brother-in-law, don’t be so angry. It’s harmful to your health,” she laughed. I was furious, my mind on the verge of collapse. I issued her a final warning, saying, “If you don’t leave, I’ll kill you. First I’ll rape you, then I’ll kill you.” 

I naively thought this would scare her, but she just said softly, “Okay, who’s afraid of who? I’ll go to bed and wait for you…” I was speechless, furious, and I knew I had to teach her a lesson. If she dared to come to my bed, I would do it. If she wasn’t afraid of betraying her husband, what should I be afraid of? A man who can handle the world and stand tall is not afraid of such tricks from women. 

I tried to calm myself down, wiped the water off my body with a towel, and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. Turning the corner, I looked at the bed. Oh my god, Qiao Jiayi was lying there, her head covered with the quilt. I shuddered, thinking: Does she really want to do that to me? This Qiao Jiayi is so cruel. What should I do now? Is he really going to cheat on her behind my wife’s back? The thought made my legs tremble.

“Brother-in-law, are you done washing?” she asked from under the thin quilt. I held my breath and dared not make a sound. She timidly stuck her head out, her eyes fixed on my well-developed chest muscles. After a while, her breathing became rapid, her face flushed, she gasped, and she gently lifted the quilt with both hands, her eyes slightly closed, and her legs slowly opened. I saw the gap between her legs, my mind was completely burned out, I lost my mind, and threw myself on the bed…

The moment my body entered, I felt a contraction inside her, tight and smooth, almost surrendering directly. Qiao Jiayi opened her eyes wide and looked at me in astonishment, as if she was completely stretched open by me, feeling particularly surprised, her eyes flashed, as if she had found a treasure, her hands tightly hugged my waist, as if afraid that I would pull away.

This time it was a big deal, we made a real play, but now that it has come to this point, the big mistake has been made, there is no point in retreating, I can only bite the bullet and carry on with the mistake to the end, shaking to my heart’s content…