Chapter 196
As Katniss's footsteps slowly approached, her body getting closer to the wedding dress, although I hoped Nathan's wish could be fulfilled, the idea of putting on the wedding dress and marrying Nathan had already touched a deep nerve within me. I could accept Katniss and Nathan making love, that was already a lot to handle. What should I do, what should I do?
I didn't want to face the scene of Katniss and Nathan in wedding attire together. I wanted to close my eyes, regretting why I had come here tonight. If I couldn't see, would it make the pain go away? But my eyes seemed to be pried open by someone else, unable to shut them. I could only watch helplessly as Katniss approached the wedding dress and reached out to touch it.
Hiding behind the curtain, I raised my arm, feeling as if it weighed 2000 pounds, struggling to lift it. My arm trembled continuously as I raised it at an angle, inadvertently lifting the curtain into a small tent. Despite the obvious disturbance, Nathan and Katniss were too focused on the wedding dress and attire, completely oblivious to the signs of my presence.
I wanted to scream, to stop them, but all my worries and fears silenced my vocal cords, my heart racing to its peak. If not for the fierce wind outside and the rustling of the trees and grass, the quiet room would have surely amplified the sound of my accelerating heartbeat and breath.
In the end, Katniss didn't hear my internal cries and protests. She hesitated briefly after reaching for the wedding dress, then with determination, she lifted it slowly. As Katniss fully raised the wedding dress, she hesitated again, looking at Nathan whose eyes were filled with desire. Perhaps it was Nathan's gaze and emotions that softened Katniss once more. She sighed, as if making a final decision.
Katniss hesitantly removed her coat, revealing the camisole and bra underneath. The wedding dress was low-cut, requiring a specific type of bra to showcase its design. Katniss, thinking of Nathan, glanced shyly at him, contemplating whether to change in front of him. After a moment of thought, she shook her head with a bitter smile, realizing her hesitation was futile. After all the intimacy she shared with Nathan, why worry about such trivial matters now?
Under Nathan's increasingly heated gaze, Katniss removed her camisole, leaving only the bra he had already seen. Her full, round breasts pressed against the bra, creating a deep cleavage. With a hint of shyness and blush on her face, Katniss took off her skirt in front of Nathan, feeling a mix of embarrassment and self-consciousness.
As Katniss removed her skirt, her garter belt and stockings were revealed. Due to not wearing underwear earlier, her pubic hair and vagina were exposed under the light, traces of dried semen still visible. Seeing the aftermath of her earlier passion, Katniss couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation.
Slowly, Katniss began to put on the wedding dress, taking her time. Nathan breathed a sigh of relief seeing Katniss finally wearing the dress for him. He felt satisfied and proud, his vanity reaching its peak satisfaction. For him, Katniss putting on the wedding dress was more exciting than her initiating intimacy. Excited, Nathan hurried behind Katniss, helping her with the dress, adjusting the train, and finally zipping up the back.
Meanwhile, I hid behind the curtain, arm trembling, fist clenched with all my strength. As time passed, Katniss's sensual figure was covered by the wedding dress. She was still so beautiful. If asked when Katniss was most beautiful, I would say it was when she married me, the moment she put on the wedding dress. Her voluptuous figure, exquisite beauty, combined with the purity of the wedding dress, made her look like a goddess from a classical painting, surpassing any other beauty.
Now, Katniss stood in front of Nathan in the wedding dress. Despite deciding to wear it for him, she still seemed shy and resigned, showing signs of resistance. But what could resistance do now that she had already put it on? At that moment, I believed the process was no longer important, the outcome had occurred, so did the process still matter?
After Nathan helped Katniss put on the wedding dress, he moved in front of her, admiring her appearance from a distance. Seeing Katniss in the dress, his eyes lit up, finding her purity alluring, igniting his desire to conquer her. The thought of making love to Katniss in the wedding dress seemed like the most wonderful thing to him. His gaze, initially appreciative, turned into one filled with desire, his erection returning unnoticed as his attention was solely on Katniss.
Katniss blushed under Nathan's gaze, lowering her head to avoid his eyes, inadvertently catching a glimpse of Nathan's erection. Seeing the size outlined in his underwear, Katniss blushed even more, letting out a soft gasp. From her expression, I didn't see anger, only shyness, as if recalling the times she had submitted to Nathan's well-endowed manhood, her sigh now more of a resignation, as she had been unable to resist it many times before.
Startled by Katniss's sigh, Nathan followed her gaze to his lower body, chuckling but not making any move to cover up. The relaxed atmosphere didn't belong to a father-in-law and daughter-in-law but to lovers and spouses. Nathan began dressing himself, while Katniss stood dignified, waiting. The once pure and beautiful Katniss now appeared dirty in my eyes, tainted by my thoughts. Her image had completely changed in my mind when she put on the wedding dress for Nathan, regardless of her willingness.
"Why aren't you dressed yet?" After Katniss put on the wedding dress, she shyly urged Nathan, who was still staring at her dumbfounded in his underwear. It seemed like he cherished every moment, wanting to etch Katniss in the wedding dress into his memory forever.
"Dad, what's wrong? Why aren't you getting dressed?" After Katniss spoke, Nathan, lost in his own image, didn't react. Seeing his fixation, Katniss felt a sense of pride and satisfaction, acknowledging the vanity in everyone, including herself.
"Coming, coming." Nathan finally snapped out of his daze as Katniss approached him, shaking his hand in front of his eyes. He looked a bit embarrassed and reluctant, seemingly unwilling to take his eyes off Katniss.
Frantically putting on his suit, Nathan's gaze kept drifting back to Katniss. I noticed Nathan had become aroused again, realizing Katniss could easily arouse him at any moment, her allure irresistible to any man.
Unable to contain a light laugh, Katniss seemed puzzled, while Nathan, interrupted by her sudden laughter, paused all his movements, looking at her in confusion.
"Dad, your pants are on backward." Katniss stopped laughing and quietly reminded him.
At that moment, both Nathan and I noticed Nathan had accidentally put on his pants backward due to his distraction, his excitement and obsession with Katniss evident. While Katniss chuckled, a hint of emotion flashed across her face, feeling like a princess captivating all men.
"Sorry, sorry." Nathan looked embarrassed, quickly correcting his pants and putting on his suit and shoes. In that moment, Nathan transformed into a groom.
I endured, I endured, I continued to endure, feeling deflated. I kept reminding myself not to lose control, but my frustration and anger were reaching their peak. Watching Nathan and Katniss, an aging prince and a still youthful princess, standing together, despite their significant age difference, they seemed oddly matched, like a true couple at that moment.
Both Nathan and Katniss were now dressed, silent and seemingly devoid of shyness, fully embracing their roles. They instinctively held hands and walked to the large mirror in the bedroom, standing side by side, hands intertwined, Katniss holding a bouquet. The image froze in the mirror, as if trying to imprint that moment forever in their minds, since they couldn't take wedding photos to preserve the memory. Gradually, Nathan released Katniss's hand, wrapping his arm around her slender waist, while Katniss leaned her head on Nathan's shoulder, nestling in his embrace. Their current intimacy was heartwarming, while my inner turmoil and anger were nearing their breaking point.
However, they seemed unaware of my escalating emotions, still quietly engrossed in each other, standing together in a tender moment. The sight of them in wedding attire brought an unprecedented surge of excitement, making me realize that Katniss seemed to be slipping away from me, feeling betrayed by both Nathan and Katniss.
"Enough." When Nathan's touch lingered on Katniss's curvy hips, inching towards her full buttocks, I knew he was preparing for the final intimacy at the wedding. Unable to control myself any longer, I let out an uncontrollable shout and rushed out from behind the curtain.
My legs were numb by now, almost stumbling as I burst out, but I paid no attention, my fists clenched tightly. In that moment, I saw my eyes in the mirror, bloodshot and seemingly insane. Startled by the sudden outburst, Nathan and Katniss were taken aback, almost scared, but they didn't turn around immediately, still facing the mirror. They saw the reflection of a figure with bloodshot eyes behind them, a familiar yet feared presence, an embodiment of their worst fears.
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