Chapter 260
"What's up?"
After hearing Katniss's words, I couldn't help but feel more alert, my tone became clearer, and I wondered if Katniss could hear a hint of anticipation in what I said.
Katniss hesitated again. Even though I had my back to her, I could feel the conflict on her face.
"It's nothing, really. I'll tell you when your husband is rested."
After a moment of silence, Katniss continued speaking, hesitated for a while, but still didn't say what she wanted to say next.
I didn't know what Katniss wanted to talk about, or if it was related to Nathan. Actually, what I most hoped for was for Katniss to confess about last night on her own initiative, even if it was just a few words. But Katniss didn't say anything, which made me feel restless. Gradually, I stopped talking, and when Katniss later asked me some questions, I didn't answer. I just pretended to sleep quietly.
At this moment, I was not physically tired, but mentally exhausted. I felt agitated.
While Katniss massaged me and talked, it eventually turned into her talking to herself because I didn't respond. When she noticed my breathing had calmed down, she stopped massaging. Soon after, I heard the sound of the door opening, and then the whole bedroom fell silent.
Katniss left. Did she go to make love with Nathan? I didn't see what happened between them during the day today. While I was exhausted and drifting off to sleep, would they continue to make love? I was too tired at this point, my hearing was affected. Although I wanted to listen for some sounds in a daze, nothing reached my brain. I didn't know when, but I fell asleep for real.
When I woke up, it was already the next morning. I had slept soundly that night, but in my dreams, there were echoes of sounds, Katniss's moans and Nathan's heavy breathing, as if the scenes from that night kept replaying in my dreams.
But upon waking up, I couldn't recall the dream scenes, only the sounds.
Upon waking up, I saw Katniss lying next to me, snuggled against my shoulder. She smelled of shower gel, her skin was nice, but from the faint kiss mark visible in her cleavage, I could still vaguely see it.
At that moment, I remembered the dream from last night, and how Katniss must have showered last night, along with this faint kiss mark. Did Katniss make love with Nathan while I was asleep last night?
I had slept deeply last night, and those sounds and breaths echoing in my mind might have been real. Although it was just my speculation, Katniss and Nathan had done such things while I was asleep before, so I couldn't help but suspect what happened last night.
When Katniss was massaging me last night, I didn't smell any shower gel on her, but it was there this morning.
Thinking about the lies from last night, along with the suspicions this morning, made me feel even more frustrated.
At that moment, I wanted to smoke in the bathroom. I slowly pulled back my arm, got out of bed, and headed towards the bathroom.
I opened the door quietly, so as not to startle Katniss.
In the bathroom, I took out the box of cigarettes that had been sitting in the drawer for who knows how long, opened the ventilation fan, sat on the toilet, and started smoking.
It was only a little after five at that time. Since I had slept early last night, I woke up early too. Neither Nathan nor Katniss had woken up yet. After smoking quietly in the bathroom for a while, I finally felt a bit relieved.
"I really need to go to the bathroom, how come."
As soon as I pushed open the bathroom door, I saw Nathan standing there, holding his crotch and spinning in place. It seemed like he was desperate to pee and had been waiting at the bathroom door for a while.
He stopped mid-sentence and swallowed the rest of his words when he saw me coming out of the bathroom. He stared at me in astonishment, perhaps not expecting to see me in the bathroom. It was understandable, as I was usually the type to sleep in late, while Katniss was the early riser. Due to this, Nathan had assumed it was Katniss in the bathroom, but to his surprise, it was his son.
"I smoked two cigarettes, hurry up and go, son."
I responded calmly to Nathan, who looked embarrassed holding his crotch, then walked past him and headed back to the bedroom.
Soon after, I heard the sound of the bathroom door closing behind me. Perhaps Nathan really couldn't hold it anymore, or perhaps he wanted to avoid me.
Seeing Nathan's blatant embarrassment just now, it was clear that a normal father wouldn't make such obvious movements in front of his son-in-law. Only Nathan and Katniss's intimate relationship would explain such lack of restraint.
Thinking about Nathan's embarrassed reaction, I became more convinced that something had happened last night. This secretive behavior seemed like an affair, and I couldn't accept it in my heart.
As I pushed open the bedroom door while contemplating, I saw that Katniss was already awake, lying on the bed in a daze, hugging the blanket with her arms, creating a deep cleavage.
When Katniss saw me come in, she hesitated for a moment, and her body trembled slightly. This further confirmed my suspicions. Why would she be so nervous if she had nothing to hide? "Did you sleep well, honey?"
Katniss asked weakly, appearing somewhat nervous due to guilt.
"Pretty well."
I responded lightly, then slowly lay back down on the bed.
Seeing me lying down, Katniss slowly snuggled up to me, resting her head on my chest. Despite wanting to push her head away due to my thoughts, I was afraid of hurting her pride, so I didn't make any other moves. Katniss's breast pressed tightly against my arm, the soft feeling that no other woman could compare to. This perfect-bodied wife, envied by many men, had repeatedly fallen into my father's embrace, moaning in climax under Nathan's vigorous thrusts.
While I was contemplating, I suddenly felt a hand gently touching my genitals under the covers, then starting to caress through my pajamas. I looked down at the outline of my crotch under the blanket. There were only Katniss and me in bed, so this hand must be Katniss's. Without saying a word, Katniss gently caressed my genitals. Was she trying to compensate and comfort me?
But at that moment, I wasn't in the mood. The shower gel scent on Katniss proved she had showered last night, and that scent now made me feel unclean rather than clean. Although I agreed to Katniss and Nathan making love, I hoped to have control over such situations at all times. In the past, I had intentionally stayed late at work to indirectly inform and consent to what Katniss was going to do next. But last night, when I came home, they had engaged in sexual activity without my consent.
Katniss caressed for a while, perhaps due to her mood or exhaustion, my penis showed no signs of arousal. Maybe because at that moment, I had no desire for Katniss at all.
After a while of caressing, feeling my penis not responding, Katniss seemed a bit anxious. Perhaps she genuinely wanted to make it up to me.
When Katniss's hand left my penis, just as I thought she was giving up, she actually slipped under the covers, disappearing completely.
Just as I couldn't figure out what Katniss was up to, I suddenly felt my pajamas and underwear being pulled down, and then a warm hand grasped my penis, enveloping my glans and shaft in a warm and moist place. Even though the blanket covered us, I could clearly hear the sounds of oral sex.
After a few unsuccessful caresses, Katniss went straight to giving me oral sex under the covers. I had just used the bathroom and hadn't washed yet, but Katniss started giving me oral sex. I was about to feel touched, but then I remembered that Katniss had also performed oral sex on Nathan directly and even swallowed the mixture of saliva afterward. In comparison, I felt like I was becoming the latter, and that hint of emotion quickly dissipated.
Katniss's oral sex skills, honed through practice with Nathan, had become increasingly proficient. Now, they could be described as highly skilled and adept. Her tongue swept over my glans, coronal sulcus, and urethral opening, her red lips enclosing my shaft, sweeping, licking, and sucking.
She used various techniques, and if I had been in a better mood, I would have felt intense pleasure and comfort. But thinking that all these oral sex techniques were practiced with Nathan made me feel more and more repressed. I wondered if Katniss had done all this with Nathan while I was asleep last night. Was everything she was doing with me now a replay of what happened between her and Nathan last night?
Thinking about these negative thoughts made me feel worse. Despite Katniss using various oral sex techniques, my penis showed no signs of arousal. Soon, Katniss gave up. She emerged from under the covers, her face flushed, whether from exhaustion from oral sex or from being under the covers.
There were traces of saliva at the corners of her mouth. She swallowed the saliva in her mouth, and everything seemed so familiar, fueling the resentment in my heart.
In theory, everything was agreed upon and arranged by me, so I shouldn't be so bothered. But I couldn't pinpoint when it started, maybe from the moment Katniss lied to me on the phone, a seed of resentment had been planted in my heart. Even the slightest bit of resentment was like a sprout that grew larger under the watering of negative emotions.
"Honey, have you been too tired recently?"
After calming down a bit, Katniss snuggled up to me again and murmured.
"Yes, too tired."
I replied wearily, not really in the mood to talk at that moment.
"You didn't eat anything last night. I'll make you something delicious."
Katniss seemed to sense that something was off with my mood, so she got up and left the bed. Soon, I heard the sounds of her cooking in the kitchen.
By the time it was time to get up, I freshened up and started eating the breakfast Katniss had prepared for me. It was a lavish spread, meticulously prepared by Katniss, but at that moment, it lacked flavor for me.
But I forced myself to eat because a busy day of work awaited me. If I didn't eat, my body would eventually give in.
Perhaps due to the awkward scene at the bathroom door, Nathan didn't come out to wash up and eat. Instead, he stayed hidden in the bedroom, and Katniss didn't call him either. I pretended not to know that Nathan was at home.
After breakfast, Katniss helped me put on my suit and tie, and I left for work.
Before leaving, I noticed that Katniss seemed hesitant to say something. I didn't know what she wanted to say, but in the end, she didn't say anything. I was a stubborn person - either say it or don't. This hesitance made me feel repulsed at that moment, so I suppressed my dissatisfaction and walked out of the house.
At the office, I started a busy day of work, temporarily forgetting the unpleasant feelings in my heart.
By noon, I ordered takeout and planned to eat while working, skipping the cafeteria. While waiting for the takeout, I momentarily set aside my work, and the feelings of frustration resurfaced. During the break, I decided to smoke a cigarette. I took out my suit and found a heart-shaped folded letter in the pocket.
Looking at the heart-shaped folded letter, a flood of memories rushed into my mind. It was from our college days when Katniss and I used letters to express our feelings, and she always folded them into heart shapes.
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