"Wait... is that the neighbor's wife? You've got the wrong room..." But no reply comes—just the sound of a married woman passed out drunk, snoring deeply. Any man would find it impossible to look away. Her exposed cleavage, her disheveled posture, the overwhelming allure spilling out—it shatters all reason, making resistance futile. Carrying her into my room, I embrace her lifeless body. She's completely unconscious, yet her presence feels vivid, radiating a deeply erotic charm. "You won't even remember if I creampie you," I mutter, but those words aren't just idle talk—they mark the beginning of a new desire.