Chapter 140 Seeking Knowledge
After noticing the abnormality of the water cup, my brain started to short-circuit. "There's a problem," were the first three words that came to my mind. Luckily, I had a camera installed, so I could check the truth of the matter through the video later.
Meanwhile, Katniss was hesitant to speak, refusing to sleep, and I was anxious to watch the video. It was really a headache. Soon, Katniss seemed unable to hold back any longer. She saw me stop browsing the computer, then held my hand and gently shook it, looking at me with tender eyes. Although she hadn't spoken yet, I understood everything from her gaze.
"Honey, what's wrong with you today? Can you talk to your wife? Did I do something wrong? Tell me, I'll change it." Katniss couldn't help but speak first.
"It's nothing, just feeling inexplicably annoyed today, probably because there's been too much going on lately, too much pressure." I didn't turn my head, just responded indifferently.
"What happened this morning won't happen again. I promise to get up on time every day to make breakfast for you. This morning I overslept because I drank last night." As Katniss explained, perhaps feeling guilty, her voice became quieter, and she lowered her head in the end.
The real reason, which I knew in my heart, was actually because she and Nathan had sex last night and were too tired. Can I mock her by saying it out loud?
"You go to sleep first, I'll sleep later." Without turning to look at her, Katniss didn't see my eyes. I believe that after hearing Katniss's explanation, my eyes must have shown contempt and distrust. But Katniss was not giving up, still gently shaking my hand, seeming to want to ask me the real reason.
"You go to sleep first, I'll sleep later." Feeling my hand being shaken by Katniss, I coldly withdrew my hand, once again giving orders to Katniss.
Today, Katniss seemed very afraid of me. Seeing me withdraw my hand, her eyes reddened, and she silently turned and climbed into bed, lying with her back to me. She was very quiet afterwards, I didn't know if she was really asleep, but her shoulders would occasionally tremble a few times. Although she tried to suppress her voice, I could see that she was crying, crying secretly with her back to me, which made me feel a twinge of heartache. But I knew that if I wanted to completely cut off the ambiguous relationship between Katniss and Nathan, I couldn't afford to be soft-hearted at this moment.
I didn't know when Katniss would go to sleep, she might not sleep at all tonight. Unable to suppress my curiosity, I took a risk and opened the surveillance video at home. To prevent Katniss from suddenly turning around to look at me, I could only open one monitor screen and hide it on the left side of the computer screen. This way, I would have enough time to close the video if Katniss suddenly turned around and caught a glimpse, and she would probably think I was watching an online video.
I first opened the video of our bedroom, which was frozen a few minutes before I went to take a shower.
After putting the water mixed with the aphrodisiac on the bedside table, I went to take a shower in the bathroom. Shortly after I entered the bathroom, Katniss also walked out of the bedroom. She soon came in with a cup of water, using a couple cup similar to mine, but with a different pattern. She placed her cup next to mine, with my cup on the left and hers on the right.
After placing the cup, she lay on the bed and started playing with her phone. Our bed was on the left side of the bedside table, so my cup was closer to the bed. Katniss was engrossed in her phone, whether reading the news, a novel, or browsing Amazon. After playing with her phone for a while, about twenty minutes since I entered the bathroom, she reached out with her left hand to grab the cup. Not paying attention, she grabbed my cup, which was closer to her, instead of hers.
Watching Katniss sip from my cup, unknowingly drinking the water mixed with the aphrodisiac, I realized how foolish I was. Why didn't I finish the water before taking a shower last night? If I had seen it, I would have definitely stopped her.
As I watched, Katniss slowly finished the water in the cup, my heart was bleeding. I knew it was too late to stop her, as I was watching a playback. I knew that what Katniss drank was not a regular aphrodisiac, but a powerful one that would make her completely lose control.
Seeing this, I finally understood why the aphrodisiac seemed ineffective last night. It wasn't that the aphrodisiac didn't work, but that my beloved wife Katniss had drunk it, which led her to lose herself under its influence, turning from a lady into a seductress. Both Nathan and I had experienced the power of the aphrodisiac firsthand.
After she finished the water, Katniss also finished playing with her phone. She was about to take the cup out. However, as she got up with the cup, she suddenly realized she had taken the wrong cup and drank the wrong water. She chuckled at her mistake, thinking, what's the big deal about drinking from her husband's cup? She didn't care. She then left the bedroom with the cup.
Shortly after, I came out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. I didn't notice the difference in the cups and ended up drinking the regular water from the wrong cup. Katniss didn't tell me, thinking there was no need to, after so many years of marriage, what's strange about drinking from each other's cups?
I didn't need to watch the rest. Fueled by the aphrodisiac, Katniss raped me that night, leaving me weak and having to pretend to be asleep to escape.
I remembered that night hearing some unusual sounds from the bathroom. I immediately closed the video of our bedroom and opened the one from the bathroom. After pretending to be asleep, Katniss went to the bathroom to wash, to clean up the traces of our lovemaking and to quench the burning desire within her.
In the bathroom, Katniss turned on the water heater and started showering with the showerhead. During this process, I saw her constantly lowering the water temperature, hoping that colder water would help her calm down, as only cold water could make her feel more sober at the moment. She let the cold water flow over her body, hoping it would extinguish her desire. After showering, Katniss's condition didn't improve. Her face remained flushed, and her breathing couldn't steady. After turning off the water, Katniss admired her body in the mirror, her perfectly shaped figure exposed under the bathroom lights.
After admiring herself for a while, Katniss bit her lip, then reached down to her private parts, starting to gently touch herself. She began to moan softly, her eyes half-closed, lost in her thoughts, whether imagining making love to me or to Nathan. I thought the latter was more likely.
Gradually, Katniss felt that self-pleasure wasn't enough. She spread her legs slightly, then sat on the toilet seat, inserting her slender index and middle fingers into her vagina, mimicking the thrusting motion of a man. Although she was using her fingers instead of a man's penis, the penetration was much more intense than mere touching. Katniss couldn't help but moan softly, her lips bitten, emitting muffled groans and nasal sounds. Slowly, her vagina began to produce lubrication, wetting her fingers, flowing down her inner thighs, and pooling on the bathroom floor, forming a glistening puddle.
But how could a woman's fingers compare to a man's penis? After moaning for a while, Katniss still didn't reach climax. She reluctantly stopped, her expression tinged with dissatisfaction and frustration. She stood up, sighed, and then stopped. She stood there, not knowing what she was thinking, but her gaze turned to a side wall of the bathroom, as if trying to see through it.
Seeing where Katniss was looking in the video, I knew that on the other side of that wall was Nathan's bedroom. At that moment, Katniss, for the first time, truly thought of Nathan, realizing that only Nathan could satisfy her sexual needs completely.
After staring at the wall for a while, she suddenly turned back, shaking her head vigorously, her hair flying wildly. At that moment, she seemed like a drug addict, shaking her head as if she had taken an overdose of ecstasy. I knew she was trying to shake Nathan's image out of her mind. After shaking for a while, she stopped, bent over, and gasped for breath heavily. The effects of the aphrodisiac were gradually increasing, her body craving satisfaction more and more, and she was desperately trying to control her desires.
Katniss turned on the shower again, and before doing so, she lowered the water temperature to the lowest setting. The cold water flowing over her body was the only thing that could make her feel a bit calmer amidst the burning sensation in her body. Katniss let the cold water flow over every corner of her body. Finally, she even used the showerhead to wash her vagina vigorously, hoping to alleviate the itchiness.
I had experienced this aphrodisiac myself, and it indeed heightened sexual desire. I never expected that it would work so well for women too. I thought it was only effective for men. After washing for a long time, Katniss turned off the water. As she dried her body, she controlled her breathing. Although the cold water had sobered her up temporarily, it seemed the effect wasn't as good as she had hoped.
At that moment, I finally understood the anomalies in the bathroom that night, why Katniss stayed in the bathroom for so long, and why the sound of water was heard twice. It turned out that between the two instances of water sounds, Katniss was pleasuring herself. After drying off, Katniss opened the bathroom door. As she closed the door, she stood at the bathroom entrance, her gaze shifting to Nathan's door. I knew that at that moment, she was tempted, truly desiring to enter Nathan's bedroom and make love to him. However, she bit her lip, seemingly not forgetting her promise. She closed her eyes and forced herself to turn away. She seemed to still hold onto a glimmer of hope, returning to the bedroom and trying to wake me up. But no matter how she tried to rouse me, I pretended to be asleep, extinguishing her last hope and redirecting her target to Nathan for the night.
In the end, Katniss gave up on me. She knew I wouldn't wake up that night, and she was sure I was sound asleep. She could boldly go to Nathan's bedroom, driven by the accidental consumption of the aphrodisiac, my feigned sleep, and her unsatisfied sexual desire, which led to the events of last night.
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