Chapter 13 She wet her panties amidst her husband's snoring, simply because she thought of the size of her son's erection.

The digital clock on the bedside table shows 23:40.

The colon flickers between the two numbers, each blink like a faint heartbeat, quietly measuring every second that passes in the dead of night.

The curtains in the master bedroom were drawn tightly, with only the blue glow of the digital clock and the small nightlight on the bedside table, which was set to its dimmest setting, providing a faint light source.

The air conditioner is set to 24 degrees Celsius. The cool air blowing out of the vents forms an invisible airflow near the ceiling, keeping the entire room at…