Chapter 105 Surprise
Originally planning to clean Nathan's penis again, Katniss had to stop again when she heard Nathan's words. She stood there, staring straight at Nathan, with a hint of understanding and confusion on her face. At this moment, Nathan looked directly at Katniss, without dodging like before. He urgently wanted to know Katniss's answer.
At this moment, Katniss finally understood the source of Nathan's recent disappointment. She pondered, perhaps she hadn't thought of an answer herself, or perhaps she already had an answer in her heart but didn't know how to say it. Honestly? She might feel shy, as her main concern was likely how to maintain her remaining dignity. To lie? That would hurt Nathan's feelings and pride. If it were me, I really wouldn't know how to choose for a moment. Right now, I can't help but be eager to know how Katniss will choose.
"Is the answer really that important?" After thinking for a while, Katniss indirectly refused to answer. By this time, Nathan's penis was also cleaned. Katniss picked up Nathan's underwear to help him put it on, but Nathan gently stopped her with his hand.
"I'll put it on myself, I can do it." Hearing Katniss not answering his question, Nathan couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. He lowered his head to put on his underwear and pajamas without continuing to ask Katniss. Perhaps he already knew the answer in his heart.
After Nathan put on his underwear and pajamas, Katniss changed the sheets for him again. Almost every time they made love, the sheets would need to be changed because of Nathan's large ejaculations. Would they consider using something under Katniss next time to avoid changing the sheets every time?
After finishing everything, Nathan lay gently on the bed. Perhaps due to the recent question, neither of them spoke during this process. Once Nathan was settled in bed, Katniss gently tucked him in, adjusted his pillow, like a virtuous wife serving her husband.
After everything was in place, Katniss put on her underwear and nightgown, covering up her extremely sexy body. Holding the dirty sheets and wet wipes, she prepared to leave. Nathan, lying on the bed, couldn't help but watch Katniss's figure as she left. The closer Nathan got to Katniss, the deeper his love for her became. When Katniss reached the door and opened it, she suddenly stopped, holding the doorknob, motionless with her back to Nathan.
"In fact, it's not all about promises." Katniss gathered her courage, said these words, then somewhat flustered, opened the bedroom door and fled from Nathan's room, as if afraid to hear what Nathan would say next.
Sitting in front of the computer, I couldn't help but shake my head wryly after hearing Katniss's answer. This was the answer I both anticipated and didn't want to hear, a complex answer that shattered my fantasies. Although I knew this answer was true, before Katniss answered, I still held onto a glimmer of hope. This answer wasn't bad after all; it proved that Katniss found something in Nathan that I couldn't provide. It was like Nathan compensating for me by giving Katniss something. That's how I comforted myself.
Upon hearing Katniss's answer, Nathan's eyes lit up with joy as he watched Katniss's flustered figure. When a man is in love, every move of his beloved affects his emotions greatly, including joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Although it didn't prove Katniss's feelings for him, it at least showed that Katniss wasn't just about promises. At least her body liked him. Katniss enjoyed being with me, whether for sex or love. I think Nathan must be thinking this way at the moment. With joy, he closed his eyes, unsure if he was falling asleep or just reminiscing about their lovemaking.
After Katniss hurriedly left Nathan's room, she went straight back to our bedroom, still holding Nathan's sheets, used tissues, and wet wipes. Upon entering our bedroom, Katniss realized her mistake, tossed her hair in annoyance, then turned around and left the room. She entered the bathroom, threw Nathan's sheets into the washing machine, started it, disposed of the tissues and wipes soaked with their love fluids in the trash can, covering them with other garbage to conceal them.
After completing these tasks, Katniss returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, chin in hand, lost in thought. She alternated between smiling, blushing, looking remorseful, and guilty.
In the entire room, only the sound of the washing machine remained. Nathan lay in the bedroom, possibly asleep, while Katniss continued to contemplate in the living room, waiting for the washing machine to stop.
After a while, the alarm indicating the washing machine had finished startled Katniss. She hung the sheets to dry, then returned to the bedroom to rest. However, she tossed and turned in bed, seemingly unable to fall asleep for a long time. She was probably struggling with how to differentiate between sex and love, thinking about the path ahead.
Seeing the room quiet and dark again, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Watching Nathan and Katniss intimately interact always made me tense and emotionally charged. My mood fluctuated with the developments between Katniss and Nathan. When they were done, my nervousness subsided. Reflecting on the bittersweet and thrilling process, it seemed my perverse voyeuristic tendencies were getting worse. Was it good or bad? Oh well, I won't dwell on it. The path has led to today, with all the ups and downs, and I can only adapt. Nothing can be changed now.
Time passed, and the room remained as quiet as ever. It seemed like nothing would happen this night. I didn't turn off the computer, with the headphones still on my ears, lying on the desk ready to sleep, feeling truly exhausted. With the headphones on, any significant noise in the video would wake me up, as I was a light sleeper now. I didn't want to miss any details of Katniss and Nathan's interactions.
That night, I occasionally lay on the desk, occasionally reclined in the office chair. By the next morning, my back was sore, and my headphones had slipped down to my neck at some point.
It was 5 o'clock in the morning, with Katniss and Nathan both sleeping in their respective rooms. Seeing them sleeping comfortably, I thought about my own sore back and felt like I was being too noble. While they enjoyed passionate lovemaking, this legitimate husband suffered on the sidelines.
The next day, yawning, my colleagues teased me, asking if I had secretly done something intimate last night, as I seemed tired. In reality, I had, but it was something they could never imagine.
In the evening after work, I returned home and unlocked the door with my key. Katniss was sitting at the dining table, chin in hand, waiting for me to come back, while Nathan was on the sofa drinking chicken soup. When Katniss saw me enter, a smile lit up her face. She quickly got up, came to the door, took my shoes, and took my briefcase from my hands. Every day, Katniss would tirelessly do these things for me.
"You're back." Nathan's eyes flickered briefly when he saw me, but it was fleeting. He greeted me with a smile.
"Feeling much better now, Dad?" I was wearing slippers, preparing to freshen up in the bathroom before dinner. However, my eyes inadvertently glanced at the sheets hanging on the balcony clothesline, the same sheets from last night soaked with their love fluids, still hanging there.
"Much better, getting healthier day by day, almost fully recovered." Nathan turned his head back to continue drinking his soup, seeming a bit hesitant to make prolonged eye contact with me. The guilt in his heart still lingered.
"That's good." I went to freshen up in the bathroom. After washing up, my eyes inadvertently scanned the trash can in the bathroom. I had thought Katniss would have emptied it this morning, but perhaps it wasn't full yet, as the trash can hadn't been emptied.
Glancing at the closed bathroom door, I bent down and gently rummaged through the trash can. After a few moments, I found the used tissues and wet wipes from last night, with the semen and love fluids dried and stuck together.
Seeing Nathan's sheets and these tissues, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness again. "So everything is real." I had always watched Nathan and Katniss's lovemaking in videos, never up close. Watching in videos always felt somewhat detached, but seeing these traces in my hands made everything feel undeniably real. In my heart, there might have been a 0.0000001% fantasy: that all of this was just a dream.
To avoid raising suspicion from Nathan and Katniss, I quickly restored the trash can to its original state, washed my hands again, and walked out of the bathroom. At the dining table, we ate together, chatting casually as a family. At this point, Katniss could face me calmly, perhaps due to my guilt or maybe because I looked too haggard now. I felt that the affection and pity in Katniss's eyes towards me were increasing and deepening. Was this a blessing in disguise?
After dinner, because Nathan was still in recovery and couldn't stay up late, we reduced our TV time and needed to rest early. Perhaps Nathan also didn't dare to face me, he returned to the bedroom early. Katniss cleared the dishes. Since she hadn't slept well the night before, I also dragged my tired body back to the bedroom.
Sitting on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, I rubbed my head with both hands, trying to ease my fatigue and prepare to sleep peacefully. My insomnia seemed to be getting worse. After tidying up, Katniss returned to the bedroom. Seeing me looking weary and exhausted, she climbed onto the bed, knelt behind me, and massaged my shoulders.
"Honey, you look so tired." Katniss massaged me with a tender expression.
"I am indeed exhausted. I don't know when it will end." Katniss wouldn't understand the other meaning behind my response.
"If it's too much, let's find you an easier job. Nathan can take care of himself now. I'm planning to go back to work at the company tomorrow. My salary is high, you don't have to work so hard." Katniss whispered gently in my ear, as Nathan's health no longer required her to stay home and take care of him.
"I won't change jobs. This job is actually good. There's no easy job that pays well. Alright, dear, that's enough." I stopped rubbing my head and signaled to Katniss that she didn't need to massage me anymore.
"Honey, go take a shower and relax." Katniss handed me a brand new towel for my shower.
"I do need to shower. I didn't take off my clothes to sleep last night, and my body feels itchy." I took the towel from Katniss and prepared to go to the bathroom.
"Honey." Just as I reached the bedroom door, Katniss's gentle call stopped me. I turned back, puzzled, looking at Katniss. Her tender address to me was unusual; Katniss had never called me so affectionately before.
"Wash thoroughly, don't miss any spot." Perhaps feeling her tone was a bit too much, Katniss's eyes flashed with shyness, then she lowered her head bashfully.
"What?" Katniss's words left me dizzy. I couldn't quite grasp her meaning. Wasn't washing thoroughly the point of taking a shower?
"Annoying, just wash properly when I tell you to." With that, Katniss pushed me out of the bedroom.
Dazed, I made my way to the bathroom. Perhaps due to exhaustion from the night before, I couldn't clear my thoughts for a moment. When the shower spray hit my face, my brain finally started to return to normal thinking. Recalling Katniss's recent behavior and words, could she be planning a surprise for me tonight? Was she preparing to compensate me in some way?
Thinking about the possible surprise, I carefully cleaned myself. The desires accumulated from last night had yet to be released, and I could release them on Katniss later. With this thought, my previous fatigue vanished instantly, replaced by anticipation, yet tinged with a hint of apprehension. I couldn't afford to be unimpressive later; I had to reclaim my dignity as a man.
After finally finishing my shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and returned to the bedroom. However, as soon as I opened the door, I was stunned, instantly captivated by the sight before me. Standing at the door, I couldn't move my feet as I beheld Katniss in another extremely sexy lingerie set, even more revealing and seductive than the night before when she dressed for Nathan. Although Katniss had worn a sexy lingerie set for me once during a trip, this new lingerie set was even more provocative and revealing. The transparent bra, paired with transparent thong panties, left Katniss's nipples and pubic hair faintly visible, with her thighs and lower abdomen exposed. The extreme sexiness, exposure, and allure of this lingerie set, combined with Katniss's stunningly beautiful body and face, created an incredibly alluring scene.
I stood at the door, mesmerized. Eventually, the shy Katniss pulled me into the bedroom and casually closed the door behind us. She gently pushed me to sit on the bed. I was in my pajamas, while Katniss straddled my lap, lightly hooking her hands around my neck. Her eyes held a seductive and alluring look I had never seen before, and her breath was sweet as she gazed at me with deep affection. I sat motionless, as if hypnotized by Katniss. At this moment, she was truly enchanting, a seductress. This gaze and scene were unlike anything I had ever experienced.
"Honey." A sweet, bewitching voice echoed in my ears.
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