Chapter 227
Listening to Katniss's uneven breathing next to me, I knew she was struggling intensely internally. On one side was her loyalty and rationality towards me, on the other side was the desire for sexual pleasure brought on by nymphomania. I didn't know which side would prevail. And my own heart was the same. When I just said those words to Katniss, on the surface, I seemed very carefree, but in reality, I was just trying to lower Katniss's guard and resentment, making her feel like I didn't really care. Only I knew if I truly didn't care. The carefreeness just now was all an act. Now that I've told Katniss everything, and shared my thoughts with her, it means I have no turning back at this point, I can only continue down this path.
Do I regret it? A little bit. I worried and felt anxious when I didn't say anything, and then blamed myself for being hasty after saying it. At the same time, will the road ahead be as smooth as I imagine? Since I've already told Katniss and made a decision, I'll just continue on this path, pretending that I'm being forced. The next step is Nathan's psychological work. Unconsciously, after thinking for who knows how long, I fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning when I woke up, the weather was clear, Katniss had already gotten up to make breakfast, and Nathan was in the bathroom getting ready. When I walked out of the bedroom, Nathan awkwardly smiled as he saw me. Nathan needed some time to naturally face me again. And I don't know if it was because of our conversation last night, but Katniss seemed more at ease with Nathan. When I walked out of the bedroom and looked at her, Katniss, perhaps thinking of something, blushed and shifted her gaze away from mine.
"Dad, you're going to inspect the island this afternoon. Wait for me at the pier around five o'clock, I'll pick you up after work." While having breakfast, I said to Nathan, because I needed to find an opportunity to talk to Nathan. The current situation is really unbelievable. I'm actively trying to arrange for my father and beloved wife to have sex, anyone who doesn't understand the reasons behind it would think I'm mentally disturbed. Maybe I was before, but after this setback, I've truly changed. This time is different from before, I'm being forced into it.
"No need, I'll just take the bus back." Nathan, upon hearing my words, seemed pleasantly surprised and quickly waved his hand to refuse.
"Just wait for me." I didn't want to be polite with Nathan, I said firmly.
After breakfast, I drove to the company, Mia must have been waiting for me. As I left the house, only Nathan and Katniss were left at home. Would they have a relationship? Definitely not. After all, I haven't done the psychological work on Nathan yet. The two of them don't have the courage right now, and as for Katniss, although I've hinted at her, she hasn't fully accepted my thoughts yet, she still needs that final push from me.
In the evening, finally off work, before leaving, Mia told me that we were going to a ball tomorrow night. One, to broaden my horizons, two, to introduce me to some high society people, and three, to be her dance partner and learn social dancing. Balls are an important way for the upper class to socialize, and I might have to face them frequently in the future, so I'm both looking forward to and nervous about tomorrow night's ball. Mia had already prepared an evening gown for me and had the makeup artist start planning my image and getting ready.
After work, I drove to the pier, and I could see Nathan waiting there from a distance. I parked the car, Nathan got in, and instead of heading home, I drove out of the city to a more secluded place. Along the way, Nathan clearly noticed that we weren't going home, sitting in the passenger seat, he wanted to ask but hesitated. Nathan seemed very nervous at this moment, not knowing what I was up to, perhaps he thought I was taking him to the wilderness to commit a crime? Seeing Nathan's nervousness, I couldn't help but think.
"Kevin, why are we here? Aren't we going home?" When the car stopped, Nathan asked nervously.
"It's nothing, I have something to talk to you about." Compared to Katniss, Nathan should be easier to work with psychologically. After all, my idea is a very good opportunity for Nathan. Maybe he's even looking forward to it. But this time it's different, it's going from covert to overt. With what I know in mind and what happened with Katniss, Nathan needs to have the psychological capacity to handle it.
"Okay, sure." Nathan didn't know what I was going to do, so he could only listen attentively.
I didn't say anything, instead, I took out Katniss's medical report from my briefcase and handed it to Nathan. Since Nathan had been in the hospital frequently, he understood medical reports well. As he looked at it, he furrowed his brows because as an elderly person, he didn't understand the term nymphomania in today's society. So, as Nathan read, I explained the concept of nymphomania, its causes, and potential consequences to him. After Nathan finished listening, he had the same stunned expression as Katniss.
"Now you know why I brought you here, right?" After explaining, I took a sip of water from the cup holder. I was thirsty from talking a lot, and drinking water helped calm my inner turmoil. I was really anxious now. If only things hadn't turned out this way, but unfortunately, I had no choice but to continue down the right path.
"Katniss has this condition because..." After reading it, Nathan looked guilty and asked me nervously, finding it hard to believe.
"Yes, it's because of the suicide attempt this time. It can be said that it's because of you, or it can be said that the person who hurt her, causing her to be in this state, has a lot to do with you." I didn't want to blame Nathan entirely, so I didn't put all the responsibility on him.
Nathan sighed, then closed his eyes. At this moment, he wasn't thinking about anything else, just feeling self-hatred and regret for hurting Katniss. He wanted to cry, but was afraid I would be jealous, so he kept it in. Perhaps he had many apologies to say to me and Katniss at this moment, but he couldn't bring himself to speak, as insincere words wouldn't help.
"I need your help." Seeing Nathan a bit slow in processing, I voiced my thoughts. It was time to move on to the next topic.
"What can I do for you and Katniss?" Nathan seemed much older at this moment, perhaps unable to grasp my thoughts, as they might exceed his understanding. He might have guessed, but couldn't believe it.
"I just told you about the potential consequences of nymphomania. Katniss's sexual desires need to be satisfied, and I don't have the energy or time for it. So I need you to fulfill her desires." I told Nathan, more straightforwardly than I did with Katniss, concise and to the point.
"You mean, you want me to, with her?" Nathan couldn't believe it at this moment. He was stuttering, and even dropped the medical report he was holding. His body was trembling.
"What? You've done it before, now you're scared? Once it's done, it's done. Doing it a hundred times is the same. Is it that you're afraid now? Is there another way? If you don't agree, when Katniss can't control herself, she might go out and cheat with other men. Do you think I can accept that?" If Katniss were to seek satisfaction with other men, not just me, even Nathan wouldn't accept it. Katniss is not just my beloved, but also Nathan's beloved goddess. How could Nathan tolerate his beloved goddess being defiled by other men?
"Is there really no other way?" Nathan couldn't believe it at this moment. Although he seemed helpless, I could see a hint of joy in his eyes. This was what he wanted, right? And it was with my consent, so he wouldn't have to sneak around anymore. But Nathan couldn't agree outright, he had to say some rejection lines. And at this moment, his inner thoughts were the same as mine. Was I truly accepting? Or was I testing him, he couldn't be sure.
"There isn't. For Katniss's early recovery, for this family, this is the only way. However, you must handle it carefully, don't develop feelings for Katniss, and once Katniss fully recovers, the relationship must end." Although I expressed my thoughts, I had to lay down some ground rules with Nathan to prevent things from spiraling out of control. Even though I believed in Katniss's feelings for me, what if something unexpected happened in the future?
"Alright, let's go home." After speaking, Nathan was lost in thought, still not fully recovered from the shock, as this was truly unimaginable. But upon closer reflection, my choice was the only correct one, the only way out. I picked up the medical report, then started the car and headed towards home.
On the way, neither I nor Nathan said a word. Nathan was slowly digesting what had just happened, while I focused on driving. Slowly, the car entered the parking lot of our apartment building, and Nathan seemed even more nervous now, appearing somewhat at a loss. Seeing Nathan like this, I knew he had something to say.
"What's wrong?" I asked Nathan as I unlocked the door, looking at him.
"Um, does Katniss agree?" Nathan asked somewhat awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with me. Although his expression was calm, I could sense the joy in his heart. After all, he had the opportunity to be intimate with his goddess again, and this time it was legitimate. Seeing Nathan like this, it seemed my previous assessment of him was correct, he truly was someone who thought with his lower body, destined to not achieve much in life.
"She agreed, I've already convinced her. Let's go upstairs." Last night, I lied to Katniss, telling her I had already sorted out Nathan's work, and now I did the same with Nathan, because Katniss hadn't fully accepted it. But this lie was a white lie, as it could reduce resentment as much as possible.
I got out of the car, with Nathan following behind me. Nathan was walking quietly behind me, his expression hidden from me. Perhaps he was secretly laughing behind me, or maybe he was looking down on me. I shook my head, not letting myself overthink. Since I had made a decision, I had to face it calmly. If I made a decision but kept doubting it, I might end up in a state of mental breakdown.
As I took out the keys to open the door, a loud thunderclap sounded from the sky. I stood there with the key in the keyhole, looking up at the sky. The previously clear sky had turned overcast at some point, and it was about to rain. The weather was unpredictable, just like life. It seemed that the next few days of my life were going to change, but I didn't know if it would be for the better or worse.
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