Chapter 136 Thriller
Although I am nervous to the extreme right now, my judgment has not completely failed. From the sound of footsteps, I can tell that it's not just one person getting off the bed, but two people. After all, the sound of walking on two legs and four legs is completely different. What to do? Escaping is definitely not an option. It's better to wait in place rather than being discovered.
However, once the footsteps reach the door, all sounds stop. The door is not opened, and the footsteps cease. I know that Nathan and Katniss are right by the door at this moment, facing me through the door. At this moment, the distance between me and the two of them is so close, probably not more than 20 inches in a straight line. I break out in a cold sweat. Although the footsteps suddenly stop, my nerves are already tense without any relaxation.
Time seems to stand still at this moment. My heart is beating fast, and I try hard to control my increasingly rapid breathing. Even until the last moment, I must hide.
A suppressed moan is heard, it's Katniss's voice. I know Nathan has reinserted into Katniss at this moment. The stimulating sound of their bodies colliding resumes, accompanied by heavy breathing and Katniss's soft moans. It turns out the two of them came to the door to have sex. Why? Are they seeking new excitement?
"Katniss, this won't do, the sound is still a bit loud, too close to the door." Along with the continuous sounds of intercourse, Nathan's voice suddenly interjects.
The sound is too loud? At this moment, I seem to understand a bit. Perhaps the two are afraid of the noise from the mattress being too loud, so they decided to have sex on the floor to minimize the sound of their lovemaking.
Shortly after Nathan speaks, the sounds of their lovemaking stop again, followed by faint sounds of movement.
A loud object hitting the floor suddenly sounds, followed by Katniss's cry.
"I'm sorry, are you okay? Katniss." Although Nathan is breathing heavily due to lovemaking, his speech is smooth at this moment. What happened that made Nathan suddenly apologize to Katniss?
"I'm fine, why the rush?" Katniss's intermittent words come through. Although both of their voices are very careful, I can still hear them clearly from just outside the door.
After a few tens of seconds of silence, the sounds of their bodies colliding resume, but this time much quieter. Nathan's rapid breathing, Katniss's suppressed moans intensify. I can tell that Katniss's mouth is occasionally muffled, emitting a low muffled sound. But at this moment, whether it's Katniss's hand covering her mouth or Nathan's mouth, I can't tell.
The two inside are deeply engaged in their battle, what would they think if they knew that I, their son and husband, was standing outside the door? They would never imagine that I was right outside listening to their live performance.
"Stand up, yes, hold onto the bed like that, my legs are a bit numb." About ten minutes after intercourse, the sounds stop again, and then Nathan's voice is heard as he changes positions with Katniss. Nathan is getting older, always maintaining one position, so his legs are definitely not comfortable.
Wait, stand up, I only noticed a few words just now. Although it's only a few short words, the information revealed is very important. Since Nathan is asking Katniss to stand up, then Katniss was either kneeling on the floor just now, letting Nathan penetrate her doggy style, or Katniss was lying on the floor, and Nathan was on top of her in the missionary position.
I really want to open the door now and find out what just happened. No, absolutely not doggy style. I'd rather Nathan make love to Katniss in the missionary position, even though in that position, Nathan can easily kiss Katniss's lips and nipples. But deep down, I just don't want them to have used doggy style.
Before I could finish struggling with my thoughts, I heard the mattress being lightly pressed, followed by silence once again.
Katniss's moans herald the resumption of their lovemaking. Tonight, because I am at home, the two who usually engage in bold lovemaking are so cautious. I can imagine their nervousness, experiencing each other's bodies' wonders while also guarding against me, the unwanted third party tonight. I stand outside the door, listening to the sounds inside, unable to do anything but stand there and smile bitterly.
The thrilling experience just now has soaked my body in sweat. I don't know if the sweat has dripped down to the floor from my feet, but at this moment, I no longer care. Hearing Katniss and Nathan making love so vividly for the first time, different from watching it on surveillance videos, feels so real, shattering that 0.0001% of fantasy in my heart completely. At this moment, my inner self tells me most vividly that everything is real.
Why did Katniss come to Nathan's room to make love while I was at home, and why did Nathan dare to make love to Katniss knowing I was at home? Without understanding the reasons behind this, for the first time, my inner self feels fear and uncertainty. Will things eventually spiral out of my control? For the first time, I lack confidence in myself.
I have heard everything now, listened so much, and I should feel content. Do I really need to hear Nathan finally ejaculate into Katniss's womb? Do I need to hear Katniss reach climax? At this moment, I am timid, wanting to escape and retreat, to get away from this place that makes me feel afraid.
Taking advantage of not being discovered just now, I decide to go back to my bedroom now. There's no need to listen further because I have already figured out the situation between Katniss and Nathan.
Accompanied by Katniss's moans and Nathan's panting, I move my numb legs back to my bedroom. At this moment, I feel like a lonely wanderer, with a destination but no anticipation or longing for it. It seems like a refuge for escaping reality, and it's the only place where I can find solace so far. I hope my bedroom can shield me from all troubles and worries.
Slowly returning to the bedroom, the sounds of Nathan and Katniss's lovemaking become quieter. After returning to the bedroom, I mechanically turn around and grab the door, but as the door is about to close completely, I hesitate. Although I want the door to completely block out the sounds of their lovemaking, just letting the door block it feels somewhat unsatisfactory, making me wonder why I am so weak. In the end, I grit my teeth and gently close the door.
I lie back on my bed, covered with the blanket that carries the scent of both Katniss and me. However, this once cozy bedroom now makes me feel incredibly lonely and sad. Before Katniss entered Nathan's room, I pretended to sleep, hoping she would go to Nathan's room to make love. I thought if it really happened, I would be excited and thrilled.
But when I truly heard the sounds of Katniss and Nathan making love, felt the moment of their lovemaking up close, I felt regret. My previous indifference was just self-deception, but when the fantasy was completely shattered by reality, my true feelings emerged.
I am like a lonely child now, and the only thing that can make me feel warm is the blanket tightly held in my arms. I thought that after returning to the bedroom and closing the door, I could completely block out the sounds of Nathan and Katniss's lovemaking. However, for some reason, perhaps the excitement just now heightened my hearing, or maybe the two over there were about to reach the peak of lovemaking and didn't suppress their sounds anymore. Lying in my bedroom, holding the blanket, I can still hear Katniss's suppressed and urgent moans piercing through the two bedroom doors into my ears.
At this moment, Katniss's moans feel like a curse, making me feel fear and dread. I put the blanket over my head, trying to block out Katniss's moans because I know her moans at this moment are caused by Nathan penetrating her, and Nathan's penis is continuously entering her vagina, perhaps even kissing her at such a close distance.
Hiding in the blanket, although the sounds from the other side are muffled, I can still hear them faintly. Tortured by disappointment, fear, and heartache, I shed tears again, the last time I cried was when Katniss was first raped by Nathan.
Tonight, I hide in the blanket, silently shedding tears once again. I let the tears fall onto the bedsheet. Katniss, at this moment, you are enjoying lovemaking, feeling happy, pleasurable, joyful, and comfortable, but have you ever thought about how sad and helpless I am to the extreme? I regret now, if only I didn't pretend to sleep just now, if only I didn't, then none of this would have happened.
I don't know how long I've been crying. At this moment, I have lost the concept of time. When my thoughts return to my brain, I don't know when the sounds from the other side stopped. But Katniss hasn't come back yet. Have the two not finished yet? Or has the first round ended, preparing for a second?
Just as I was pondering, I heard the sound of the door opening, someone walked in. Although I can't see who it is, I know it must be Katniss because the footsteps are light.
"Sleeping like a child, even covering your head." At this moment, while I'm in the blanket, I hear Katniss's gentle voice. Then I feel the blanket being pulled down, and Katniss neatly covers me with it, tucking the edge of the blanket gently around my neck. Katniss gently arranges the blanket for me. Since I am lying sideways in bed without the lights on, Katniss doesn't notice the tears I haven't wiped away.
Katniss's hand occasionally brushes against my body, but this hand has just touched Nathan, and even Nathan's long, thick penis. After covering me with the blanket again, Katniss straightens my pillow, adjusts my head. At this moment, she must think I am still asleep from being drunk. Katniss, why don't you touch my cheek now? If you did, you would surely feel the tears I haven't dried.
Just when I thought Katniss would finish tidying up and go to bed, I heard Katniss turn again, then walk out of our bedroom, her footsteps gradually fading away until Nathan's bedroom door opens and closes again. Shortly after, Katniss's suppressed and urgent moans resound once more, like a devil's voice, continuously drilling into my ears.
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