My Landlord's Milky Trap - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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The morning's disturbing scene kept looping in my mind like a broken record. I called in sick, deciding to monitor Noah's behavior throughout the day.
From sunrise to sunset, the boy shadowed my every move like a lost puppy. Aside from that bizarre morning incident, he still behaved like any other second-grader - just with slightly slower reactions and that permanent childlike grin.
When Margaret finally came home from her shift, I gestured to the doll on the bed, choosing my words carefully. "This morning I... caught Noah with this. He was... well, you know..." I made an awkward motion with my hands.
Instead of the shock I anticipated, Margaret just nodded calmly. "I know. I bought it for him to... relieve his urges."
My jaw nearly hit the floor. "But with his condition... Shouldn't we be guiding him toward healthier outlets? This can't be good for his development."
She sighed heavily. "My son may be slow, Evelyn, but he's still a man with needs. As his mother, I have to provide solutions."
The conversation died there. Over dinner, the silence grew thick enough to cut with a knife.
Then Noah suddenly beamed at Margaret. "Mommy! Auntie played with me all day! I like Auntie better than the doll now. I want Auntie instead!"
My fork slipped from numb fingers, clattering against the plate. "N-Noah, sweetie, that's not funny," I forced a laugh.
Margaret just smiled and heaped more mashed potatoes onto his plate. "Whatever makes my baby happy. I'll ask Auntie to visit more often."
Ever since that childhood accident left Noah mentally stunted, Margaret had drowned in guilt, spoiling him rotten to compensate.
After dinner, she cornered me in her bedroom, pressing a glass of water into my hands before dropping her bombshell.
"Evelyn," she whispered desperately, clutching my wrist, "I need to ask you something... important."
Always grateful for her kindness, I nodded. "Anything, Margaret."
"Be with Noah. Help him... become a man."
I recoiled like she'd slapped me. "You can't be serious."
Her nails dug into my skin. "After everything I've done for you? Just this once!"
I wrenched free, shaking my head violently. "No. Absolutely not."
Seeing my resolve, she quickly switched to neighborhood gossip until I could escape to my apartment.
I woke at 2 AM to hot breath on my neck - Noah looming over my bed in the dark.
"How did you—?" I scrambled backward.
"Mommy gave me your key," he panted, kneeling beside me. "She said you'd make me better." His trembling finger pointed downward. "Auntie... it hurts again. Only you can fix it."
His touch scorched my skin. Before I could react, the situation escalated beyond control.
Those dark, hungry eyes locked onto mine as he whimpered: "Please Auntie... make the pain stop."
From sunrise to sunset, the boy shadowed my every move like a lost puppy. Aside from that bizarre morning incident, he still behaved like any other second-grader - just with slightly slower reactions and that permanent childlike grin.
When Margaret finally came home from her shift, I gestured to the doll on the bed, choosing my words carefully. "This morning I... caught Noah with this. He was... well, you know..." I made an awkward motion with my hands.
Instead of the shock I anticipated, Margaret just nodded calmly. "I know. I bought it for him to... relieve his urges."
My jaw nearly hit the floor. "But with his condition... Shouldn't we be guiding him toward healthier outlets? This can't be good for his development."
She sighed heavily. "My son may be slow, Evelyn, but he's still a man with needs. As his mother, I have to provide solutions."
The conversation died there. Over dinner, the silence grew thick enough to cut with a knife.
Then Noah suddenly beamed at Margaret. "Mommy! Auntie played with me all day! I like Auntie better than the doll now. I want Auntie instead!"
My fork slipped from numb fingers, clattering against the plate. "N-Noah, sweetie, that's not funny," I forced a laugh.
Margaret just smiled and heaped more mashed potatoes onto his plate. "Whatever makes my baby happy. I'll ask Auntie to visit more often."
Ever since that childhood accident left Noah mentally stunted, Margaret had drowned in guilt, spoiling him rotten to compensate.
After dinner, she cornered me in her bedroom, pressing a glass of water into my hands before dropping her bombshell.
"Evelyn," she whispered desperately, clutching my wrist, "I need to ask you something... important."
Always grateful for her kindness, I nodded. "Anything, Margaret."
"Be with Noah. Help him... become a man."
I recoiled like she'd slapped me. "You can't be serious."
Her nails dug into my skin. "After everything I've done for you? Just this once!"
I wrenched free, shaking my head violently. "No. Absolutely not."
Seeing my resolve, she quickly switched to neighborhood gossip until I could escape to my apartment.
I woke at 2 AM to hot breath on my neck - Noah looming over my bed in the dark.
"How did you—?" I scrambled backward.
"Mommy gave me your key," he panted, kneeling beside me. "She said you'd make me better." His trembling finger pointed downward. "Auntie... it hurts again. Only you can fix it."
His touch scorched my skin. Before I could react, the situation escalated beyond control.
Those dark, hungry eyes locked onto mine as he whimpered: "Please Auntie... make the pain stop."
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