"Wanna hang out, genius?" A phone call pulled Zhao An back to reality just as he was about to start jerking off. It was Zhang Chang, one of his few close friends, whose family supposedly had some connections.
Zhao An snapped out of his thoughts. "Sure, where?"
"Hey, how about the internet café?" Zhang Chang laughed. He was a hardcore gaming addict.
"Kinda boring. Just gonna play games?" Right now, Zhao An had zero interest in games—he was more focused on making money and chasing women.
"Since when did you change? Oh right, you *are* the big genius. We can't go clubbing, and we're too chickenshit to pick up girls for drinks. Yeah, it *is* boring." Zhang Chang sighed helplessly.
"You've got a ton of books at home, right?" Zhao An suddenly thought of something. He needed to test a theory.
"Fuck yeah. You coming over? I'll drive you." Zhang Chang was as casual as ever.
"Nah, I'll bike there." Zhao An shook his head. Right now, he was like a sponge, absorbing as much knowledge as possible. He had to better himself. He came from an ordinary family—if he wanted to surpass the rich and powerful second-generation elites, he needed knowledge. If he wanted to conquer those wealthy, beautiful women, he had to prove he was different.
"Alright, call me when you get here." Zhang Chang hung up.
*Ding! Mind-reading unlocked. You can now perceive Zhang Chang's inner thoughts.*
Zhao An focused on the system panel and immediately heard Zhang Chang's inner voice: *"Once Zhao An gets here, I can finally sneak out. Hah, who gives a shit about studying anyway?"*
Hearing this, Zhao An's eyes flickered. So, he was being used as an excuse? And the system actually worked—*"Five-word rule: after five exchanges with Zhang Chang, I can read his mind. Does this apply to others too?"*
Beyond Zhang Chang's thoughts, Zhao An also discovered he could see detailed info about him—hobbies, dislikes, everything. And among those details, two words made Zhao An's eyes widen: *cuckolding his mom.*
He *never* would've guessed his classmate was into that. They'd watched porn together before, and he'd never noticed. The guy hid it well. But Zhao An didn't doubt it—the system wouldn't lie.
Zhang Chang's mother, Xia Yaxuan, was a TV host—gorgeous, sweet-voiced, standing at 1.6 meters tall, with delicate fair skin. She often wore high heels and casual skirts, looking nothing like a mother with a teenage son. Her husband was a police department official, so she always clocked out on time—the ideal life for any woman. The only downside? They weren't filthy rich. If they *were*, they'd be under investigation for corruption.
Zhao An's eyes darkened. Maybe he could get *more* out of this. The phrase *"friend's mother"* flashed in his mind, making his heart race. A beautiful, elegant TV hostess—a mature woman like that would drive him wild. Before, he wouldn't have dared think it, but now? With his newfound abilities, every forbidden thought took root. Especially after catching that tantalizing glimpse of his own mother's voluptuous body earlier, his pulse had been out of control.
Biking into the gated community—a compound for government officials—Zhao An was met with armed guards at the entrance. This wasn't a place money alone could buy into; you needed power and status. It stood in contrast to the city's wealthy elite district—one for bureaucrats, the other for tycoons. The rich only helped the rich.
After reporting to the guards and verifying his visit via phone, Zhao An was allowed inside. The place was crawling with surveillance and patrols. Security was tight—only idiots or terrorists would dare try anything here.
Reaching the 19th floor, Zhao An took in the lavish decor, his resolve hardening. He *would* become rich and powerful.
Memories of his past life were still vivid. He wasn't some naive teenager—he wouldn't waste time buried in textbooks like other high schoolers. He was going to live *differently*.
Just as he reached Zhang Chang's door, he saw a man supporting a woman. "Zhao An, here for Chang? Perfect timing—help Aunt Xia inside. I've got things to handle. Thanks."
Zhang Chang's father handed his wife over to Zhao An before rushing off, as busy as ever.
Zhao An's breathing hitched. "Sure, Uncle."
The door opened. Zhang Chang blinked at the sight of his drunk mother being supported by his friend. "What's going on?"
"Ran into your dad at the door. He asked me to help Aunt Xia inside. You gonna lend a hand or what?" Zhao An gripped Aunt Xia's delicate wrist with one hand, his other arm wrapped around her waist. Even through her evening dress, he could feel the softness of her curves, her intoxicating mature scent flooding his senses.
"Pfft, no big deal. Her room's on the second floor. Just take her up. We'll have some *fun* later." Zhang Chang didn't lift a finger, instead heading back inside.
Zhao An heard his friend's inner monologue: *"Mom's such a slut, getting drunk again. Bet this idiot Zhao An's too scared to cop a feel. Perfect—now I can sneak out."*
Zhao An's eyes gleamed. Hearing someone's thoughts *was* the ultimate cheat.
Helping Aunt Xia upstairs—the duplex layout meant higher ceilings, more privacy, and a more luxurious feel—Zhao An inhaled her scent, his restlessness growing. *"Zhang Chang's into cuckolding. If he helps me… wouldn't that make things easier?"*
The thought startled even him. His hand unconsciously stroked Aunt Xia's slender waist. *How the hell does she stay this youthful? She could pass for a girl in her twenties!*
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