In a dimly lit bedroom, a haggard man sat before a television, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on the screen. One hand reached toward the display as if trying to grasp something, while the other frantically stroked his lower body. The floor was littered with fast-food wrappers and crumpled tissues, emitting a strange odor. The room's occupant, however, seemed either accustomed to the smell or too absorbed by the screen's content to notice.
On the screen, two men and two women writhed together, their entangled bodies accompanied by waves of lewd moans. The two women—one appearing mature and seductive, the other young and beautiful—were completely naked, their sensitive areas bound tightly with rough ropes, lending them an air of depravity.
As the women's moans grew more intense, the man's movements quickened. Finally, with a hoarse, guttural cry, a thin, nearly transparent stream of semen spurted reluctantly from his tip.
His member soon went limp. The man grabbed a couple of tissues, wiped himself carelessly, and tossed the crumpled paper aside.
Just then, the video reached its end, and the screen turned black, plunging the room into deeper gloom. The man's fierce gaze seemed to dim along with it.
"Why... did it... come to this...?" he muttered painfully, covering his face with his hands. After a long moment, he lifted his head, and his eyes fell upon a framed photograph on the table—a group portrait of four. A middle-aged couple sat in chairs, while behind them, a young couple leaned affectionately against each other. The woman in the middle-aged pair exuded a blend of mature charm and authority, while the man appeared steady and kind. The young girl behind them was lively and adorable, her dark, sparkling eyes full of vitality, and the young man beside her radiated confidence and sunshine. The photo captured a scene of pure happiness and warmth. Yet, as the man's gaze brushed over it, his expression twisted with even greater anguish.
The screen lit up again, flashing with glaring white text. The man lifted his head sluggishly, staring in silence. In the screen's pale glow, though his face was gaunt and his eyes sunken, one could still recognize the happy, youthful boy from the photograph—the very same man now broken and disheveled. And the two wanton women in the video were none other than the elegant matron and the lively young girl from the photo.
Tears welled unconsciously in the man's eyes as he stared at the picture, a flicker of remorse and self-blame piercing through his pain.
"Mom... Xiaoqing... It's all my fault... all my fault... If only I hadn't been so impulsive... maybe things would be different now..." he murmured, his thoughts drifting back to a month ago. Meanwhile, the unattended DVD began playing the next video automatically. Lewd scenes flickered across the screen once more, and the man's attention gradually shifted toward them. As the women's passionate gasps filled the room, his breathing grew heavier. The soft member between his legs began to stir again, and the faint traces of regret in his eyes were slowly overtaken by desire.