Chapter 1Video of the Beautiful Neighbor

My attractive neighbor’s Bluetooth paired with my phone.

The next thing I knew,

it started playing explicit BDSM content…

Staring at the brightly lit tech park at midnight, I dragged my exhausted body into a taxi.

I’m an overworked programmer. I’m young enough to pull all-nighters, but it’s brutal.

Unfortunately, everyone around me is caught in a cutthroat race to the bottom—each more driven than the last.

Leaning against the car window, watching the streetlights whiz by, I slowly closed my eyes.

“Hey, kid, we’re here!” The driver’s voice jolted me awake.

“Oh, right, thanks.” I couldn’t believe I’d actually dozed off on the ride.

“Young man, you gotta take care of yourself—otherwise you’ll never find a girlfriend,” the driver joked.

"Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine!"

I hopped out quickly. That short nap had actually cleared my head a bit. Time for a shower!

The shower water was scalding hot. I tested the temperature with my foot before stepping in.

Soon, my lower legs were enveloped in warm water while my thighs pressed against the cold porcelain.

*Splash!* I submerged myself completely.

*Sigh.* After a long day, most of my fatigue finally melted away.

I propped my phone on the caddy above the tub and swiped to pick a thriller.

But weirdly, just a few minutes in, an incredibly graphic scene popped up on my screen!

A woman with pigtails in a sheer nightgown was on the floor.

Blindfolded with a dog collar around her neck, a well-dressed man behind her whipped her relentlessly with a belt. The woman in the video screamed nonstop.

*Drip, drip.* Oh my God. I grabbed tissues quickly, tilting my head back to stop my nosebleed.

I wasn’t 18 anymore, but I was still a young, virile guy!

Panicked, I tried to turn down the volume, but the screen wasn’t responding to my touch. What the hell was going on?

I might be a programmer, but even I’d notice if my phone had a virus, right?

“Wait a second…” I checked—my Bluetooth was on. So it wasn’t my phone’s fault.

I got out of the tub, dried off, and lit a cigarette. Bluetooth range isn’t that far, and there were only three apartments on my floor.

One belonged to grandparents out of town for two days. The other was a new neighbor—I didn’t even know if it was a guy or girl. From my bathroom layout, only their unit had the same setup, meaning they were right next door.

This was beyond awkward. To prevent a repeat,

I decided to knock and have a word with the new neighbor. Cigarette in mouth, I headed over.

Taking a deep breath, I pressed the doorbell. Waiting, I noticed a cute pink Hello Kitty sticker at the top—definitely a girl’s place.

“Coming!” a playful voice called. Yep, definitely a woman.

The door opened to a woman who only came up to my chin. Her hair was damp—she’d obviously been in the shower.

And that tiny towel barely covered her curves—like ripe peaches ready to burst.

My expression softened a bit. I took a drag of my cigarette, trying to cool off.

I leaned casually against the doorframe, doing my best not to stare at her body.

"Fang Yan. Your neighbor."

"H-hi, I'm Mu Sisi."

I watched her legs pressing together, and a mischievous urge to tease her hit me.

Since she was so short, I had to lean down to speak near her ear.

"Quit messing with the volume. My cat’s going crazy meowing like she’s in heat."

Mu Sisi froze for a second, then stammered: "Oh I’m so sorry—I paired with the wrong device!" Her face turned bright red.

"No problem," I said, turning to leave. Before she closed the door, I added: "Next time you’re getting frisky, double-check your Bluetooth."