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.”
Back home, I filled Misty’s food bowl to the brim. “Cut it out—your dad’s already stressed enough. Keep meowing like that and I’ll do something drastic!” Misty’s constant meows only made me hornier. I grabbed my phone from the bathroom. I meant to turn off Bluetooth, but hesitated before tapping the button. Suddenly, the screen changed again—another video, less intense but still interesting. Looks like the neighbor hadn’t turned off her Bluetooth either. This time there was no sound, so I lay on bed and watched until I fell asleep. The silence helped me sleep, but I had vivid dreams—also just images, no sound. The person in the collar was Mu Sisi. This time she wasn’t blindfolded—I could clearly see the mole under her eye. And the well-dressed man was me. I didn’t even have to speak; one look from me, and she stuck out her tongue and knelt at my feet. I pressed my foot on her shoulder. She flinched, but I grabbed her chin and forced my fingers into her mouth. Mu Sisi licked them submissively, but a darker part of me didn’t want her to enjoy it. Sometimes I pressed down on her tongue, sometimes I touched her throat—making her gag. I yanked the chain hard, forcing her to lift her head closer, half her body leaning against mine. Her legs kept squeezing together. Just as I was about to pry them open… *RING!* My alarm went off. *Hiss.* No wonder I’d been thinking about her all day—she’d invaded my dreams. I’d had a wet dream. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. There was a morning meeting today; the regional branch head was coming for an inspection. I turned off the video, got up, brushed my teeth, and tossed the sheets into the washer. Before leaving, I fed Misty, put on my shoes, and shook my head—trying to forget the dream entirely. As I walked to the elevator, I heard a door open. Just as the elevator doors were closing, a slender hand slid in to stop them. The doors reopened, and there stood Mu Sisi.
Today she wore a formal business suit. The mole under her eye looked incredibly alluring—just like the angle in my dream when I looked down at her. The thought made my body heat up again. “Good morning,” she said politely as she stepped in. “Not great.” Honestly, after that dream, I hadn’t slept well—I felt mentally drained. “What’s wrong?” “Some voice made my cat meow like she was in heat—even in her sleep.” … The elevator went dead silent. To break the awkwardness, I added casually: “Sounded a lot like your voice.” “Haha, my voice isn’t that distinctive.” “I wonder what you sound like when you scream.” … Great, silence again. We reached the first floor. She grabbed her bag and hurried out—I followed at a respectful distance. We’d be seeing each other all the time; I couldn’t keep teasing her then awkwardly bumping into her, right? Just as I considered calling out, she turned back, taking a deep breath. “I’m so sorry—it was probably me. I was exhausted yesterday and… forgot to turn off Bluetooth before falling asleep. I was just so tired.” She stumbled through the explanation, face turning red. “Fang Yan, let me make it up to you. I’ll drive you to work.” I’d been so focused on her I hadn’t noticed the sports car we’d reached. “No thanks. Traffic’s terrible this hour—I don’t want to slow you down.” “It’s fine, Fang Yan. My hours are flexible.” She opened the car door—too awkward to refuse, I got in. She looked younger than me—how could she afford such an expensive sports car? “Ready to go, Fang Yan?” Mu Sisi smiled, buckling her seatbelt. “666 Corporate Drive, Tech Park.” I gave my work address, watching the seatbelt press against her chest. Damn, she’s stacked. We didn’t talk much, but she didn’t need GPS—drove straight to my office building like she knew the way. At the office, I stared at my computer, lost in thought. Then Qiu from my team patted my shoulder. “Morning, Fang Yan!” Skinny guy, but he’s got a strong pat. “Qiu, been working out? That’s a solid pat.” I rubbed my sore shoulder. “Hehe, yeah—but not *that* kind of gym.” Qiu grinned, whispering: “Moved in with my girlfriend. She’s a sub—loves getting spanked.” Good grief—are young couples really into this stuff? His words made me think of Mu Sisi’s Bluetooth video. She’s probably a sub too. “All departments, meeting time!” The intercom blared. Everyone headed to the main conference room. Inside the conference room: “Heard the CEO’s son is back from overseas!” “A new boss?” “The CEO’s been MIA forever—rumor says he’s sick. Would he let an outsider run the company?” “True… Shhh, they’re coming!” I listened to the gossip, craning my neck to see who was coming—only to freeze.
Mu Sisi?! What was she doing here? That mole under her eye, that curvy figure—no mistake. “Hello everyone, I’m Zuo You, your new General Manager. My father has entrusted the company to me.” The young man on stage looked elite in his suit, but his neon green hair was a turn-off—total spoiled rich kid vibe. “This is my assistant, Mu Sisi.” What? She was the GM’s assistant? What a coincidence. “Please take care of me.” She bowed, and her cleavage was on full display—whispers erupted. The meeting was short. The new GM wanted to understand the company, so departmental meetings were next. “That new assistant Mu Sisi has an amazing body!” “Even I’m jealous—and I’m a woman!” “Single guys in the office are in luck!” “Please—with that look, she’s not an assistant. More like a bed warmer.” The break room women were gossiping up a storm. I held my coffee cup—needed caffeine after last night’s bad sleep. It made sense now. A young woman with a sugar daddy could definitely afford a sports car. “Fang Yan! You’re here?” They noticed me. “Liu! Just grabbing coffee. Thought I’d wait until you ladies were done.” “Fang Yan, you’re too sweet! Come in—the water’s boiling.” They pulled me inside. Our company had plenty of female employees, but turnover was insane. “Fang Yan! GM wants you in his office!” An older employee yelled from across the room. I waved goodbye, chugged my coffee, and jogged over. “Hu, rough day?” I clapped his shoulder. “Don’t ask. This new GM cut all my projects.” He wiped sweat from his brow. “Good luck—you’ll need it.” I grabbed my project files and headed to the GM’s floor, nervous as hell. The hallway was dead quiet. The assistant’s desk was empty—usually they’d announce you first. After waiting, no one showed up. I walked to the door, about to knock—when I heard sounds from inside. “GM… easy!” Was that Mu Sisi? Hard to tell. “Bitch, bite down. No noise without permission.” Oh shit—I froze. Knock or leave? Before I could decide, someone spoke behind me. “Fang Yan? What are you doing here?” Mu Sisi?! I spun around. “What are *you* doing here?”
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