Chen Mo discovers Li Wei and Zhang Hao in a scene that challenges his heart and desires. Between surprise, envy, and excitement, he accepts an unexpected role that will change their relationship forever.
Chen Mo turns the handle of his bedroom door with a calmness he doesn't feel. His heart pounds, anticipating the usual silence of an afternoon of studying. But instead, a muffled, almost musical moan seeps through the crack. His hand stops, fingers trembling on the wood. Who's there? Curiosity, mixed with a strange feeling, drives him to fling it open.
The scene unfolding before him is like a punch in the stomach, a reality check that leaves him breathless. There, on his unmade bed, is she: Li Wei, the girl who has occupied his fantasies since middle school, the same one who never gave him a second glance. Her night-black hair cascades onto the pillow, her face flushed with exertion, her lips parted in a moan of pleasure. And between her legs, the sweaty body of Zhang Hao, his lifelong friend, the fat, geeky kid who was always the laughingstock of the class.
Zhang Hao kneels behind Li Wei, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrusts into her with a steady, almost hypnotic rhythm. Chen Mo notices the tension in his friend's muscles, the concentration on his face, and something else: the ecstatic expression on Li Wei's face. His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, moans escaping his throat in a husky whisper.
Chen Mo feels a fierce heat rise up his neck, a mixture of surprise, envy, and, to his surprise, a burning excitement that makes him clench his fists. He can't tear his gaze away. The scene is like a train wreck, horrifying and fascinating at the same time. He sees how Li Wei's body arches with each thrust, how her breasts move in time with Zhang Hao's movements, how her hands grip the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric.
Zhang Hao finally notices Chen Mo. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. Chen Mo expects a panicked, embarrassed reaction, but instead, Zhang Hao smiles, a tired but satisfied smile, as if he's just won a race. Li Wei, panting, opens his eyes and sees him. There's no surprise in his gaze, only a kind of recognition, as if he knew he was destined to witness this.
"Chen Mo," she says, her voice husky and sensual, "you didn't know we had a study date."
Chen Mo doesn't know what to say. His mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wants to scream, he wants to laugh, he wants to cry. Instead, he takes out his phone and transfers a considerable sum of money to both of their accounts, without explanation. "I love seeing you," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.
Li Wei sits up, her body still trembling with pleasure. She sits on Chen Mo's face, the scent of her sweat and sex invading his senses. Zhang Hao doesn't stop, continuing to thrust hard, the balls of his member slapping against her with a wet, obscene sound. Chen Mo, trapped under Li Wei's weight, feels her hot breath on his face, her sex still throbbing against his cheek.
"Do you like what you see?" Li Wei whispers, his voice laden with a promise Chen Mo can't ignore.
"If you like it," Chen Mo says, his voice husky with excitement, "I'll be your official boyfriend. I'll pay for the condoms, the hotels, everything you need to keep... fucking."
Li Wei laughs, a low, throaty sound that makes Chen Mo flinch. "You're a weirdo, Chen Mo," she says, but there's a spark in her eyes, a spark he hadn't seen before.
"I love being a cuckold," Chen Mo confesses, the words spilling out of his mouth before he can stop them. "I want to see them, I want to know that she's with others, that they make her feel things I never can."
Zhang Hao pauses for a moment, his face a mask of surprise. But then he smiles, a wide, genuine smile. "You're a strange guy, Chen Mo," he says, "but I like you."
Chen Mo closes his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the sensation of Li Wei moving on top of him, by the sound of their moans, by the smell of sex and sweat that surrounds him. His money system, that strange gift that allows him to multiply his wealth with every expense, seems insignificant at this moment. What's the point of being rich if you can't have what you truly desire?
Li Wei reaches orgasm with a strangled cry, her body trembling against Chen Mo's. He feels her sex against his face, the wetness, the heat, and for a moment, he feels complete. But when he opens his eyes, he sees Zhang Hao smiling, sees Li Wei panting and satisfied, and he realizes that this vicarious pleasure, this sweet and sour pain, is all he'll ever have.
The money multiplies, but the emptiness in his chest remains. Chen Mo wonders if it will ever be enough, if this system that has made him rich in everything except what truly matters will ever fill him. The answer, as always, eludes his grasp, lost in the echo of moans and the scent of sex that envelops him.