Chapter 1My Beautiful Roommate

My name is Liu Xuan, and my girlfriend and I had been in a long-distance relationship for a while.

One night, we were on a video call, as usual, to relieve some tension.

After everything was done, I realized my headphones had died ages ago. Qing Qing’s voice had been playing on speaker the whole time.

I’d always assumed my roommate was just another regular guy like me, a slob perhaps. But I was wrong... she turned out to be a stunning young woman.

It was a silent night. I lay on my bed, Qing Qing’s frequent moans echoing in my ears.

Qing Qing and I were in a long-distance relationship. With our demanding jobs, sometimes we wouldn't see each other for months.

Since she became sexually active, Qing Qing had a high sex drive, and I couldn't always be there to satisfy her. So, I bought her a sex toy.

She used it two or three times a week. Each time, she’d video call me before starting. I’d watch her face slowly flush, sweat glistening on her skin, and in less than five minutes, she’d start to twitch and tremble.

Sometimes, when she was really in the zone, she’d even have to wash her soaked sheets in the middle of the night.

Tonight, she was moaning softly into my ear again. As the climax washed over her, I saw her pale feet gripping the sheets tightly on the video. “Liu Xuan, slow down, I can’t take much more.”

The remote was in my hand, letting me control the frequency and intensity based on her reactions.

Suddenly, a smudge appeared on my phone screen. I knew exactly what she meant and turned off the remote.

“Liu Xuan, I’m going to go wash the sheets.”

Qing Qing’s hair was plastered to her temples, her eyes hazy, her slightly parted tongue a deep red.

I’d been uncomfortable all night, and her reaction only made me more aroused, ready to burst.

It was only when I took off my headphones that I realized they’d died a while ago. Had Qing Qing’s voice really been... playing out loud?

If I lived alone, it wouldn’t matter. But the problem was, I lived in a shared apartment. My new roommate had only just moved in next door, and I hadn’t even met her yet.

I ran a hand through my hair, planning to head to the bathroom to take care of things.

I rented a two-bedroom apartment with one living room and one bathroom, which I shared with my roommate. Maybe she was busy with work, but the bathroom still had nothing of hers in it.

As I got closer, I saw a light glowing from inside the bathroom.

I glanced at my roommate’s door; it was tightly locked. So, it probably wasn’t her. Maybe I’d left my power bank in there earlier.

Thinking this, I pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The sight that greeted me froze me in place.

A woman was squatting on the floor, using her phone’s flashlight, struggling to express milk from her chest.

Hearing the door open, she jumped, falling backward onto the floor. Her bare breasts, nipples exposed, faced me directly, still leaking milk.

“Why didn’t you knock?” she scowled, glaring at me as she hastily tried to cover herself.

I slammed the door shut, stunned, and could only stammer apologies. “I’m so sorry, ma’am, I saw your room door was closed, I didn’t think…”

Before I could finish, her soft, sweet voice cut me off from inside. “Shut up.”

Her gentle voice, laced with a sultry edge, sent shivers down my spine. This night was definitely going to be sleepless.

She looked like a young mother who had just given birth. But why wasn’t she living with her husband? Why was she staying in a co-ed shared apartment?