Chapter 76 Quiet
I opened the video surveillance of Nathan and Katniss' two bedrooms at the same time, watching the drastically different reactions of the two people in the videos, feeling extremely conflicted. The night at the company was so quiet, with only the occasional honking of a taxi outside the office building, and the only sound inside the office was my own heavy breathing.
Neither Nathan nor Katniss had completely calmed down, and neither had I. If nothing unexpected happens, the intimate world of Nathan and Katniss tonight has already come to an end. Looking at the time, it's already late at night, perhaps tonight will be a sleepless night for the three of us. Before something happens, I anticipate; but after it actually happens, I'm torn. People are always contradictory like this, always anticipating things to happen, only to find that your feelings and what you anticipated are completely different.
As Nathan and Katniss's passion ended, my just-erected penis also gradually softened, looking down at the two people in the video, then at my own penis. Tonight really made me feel sorry for myself. I casually opened the drawer of my desk and took out a half-pack of cigarettes that had been sitting there for who knows how long. After lighting one, I took a deep drag, only to start coughing violently right after. This pack of cigarettes had been in my desk drawer for so long, I had never thought of smoking them, and now they had dried out, making it harsh to smoke. My mood was as sharp as this cigarette.
I had achieved my goal, but the methods I used were different from what I had originally planned. At the beginning of the implementation of the plan, I intended to let Katniss and Nathan willingly go through all of this, but in the end, I resorted to the least desirable means. The consequence of this is that the follow-up work will be more troublesome, and there will be some unexpected events. Now, how to handle the relationship between Nathan and Katniss has become the biggest challenge. How will Katniss and Nathan interact when they come to their senses? How will they face me? Just thinking about it gives me a headache. Although I had been anticipating this outcome all along, when the passion truly subsided, all the worries came flooding in.
As I pondered, my eyes were fixed on the video, never relaxing, smoking that harsh cigarette. After getting used to it following the first drag, I suddenly found that the long-unused cigarette actually had a nice smell.
Katniss in the video finally opened her eyes wearily, with a look of exhaustion, laziness, but more so emptiness, with a hint of lifelessness. She opened her eyes, glanced around our bedroom, perhaps her consciousness that she had just lost was slowly returning to her brain. She remained motionless, with only the entrance to her vagina still bearing the traces of Nathan's ejaculation. Due to the passage of time, the semen stuck near Katniss's vaginal opening had dried up, solidified, tightly clinging to her sensual and dense pubic hair.
Below Katniss's vaginal opening, our bright pink bedsheets were stained with the semen that had just flowed out, seeping into the sheets gradually, leaving only damp white traces. All of this made the entire room seem so ambiguous.
After being awake for a while, Katniss got up with vacant eyes, sitting dazedly on the edge of the bed, then turned her gaze to our wedding photo. She stared blankly at the image of me in the photo, perhaps her tears had dried up by now, but her eyes were still vacant as she looked at everything. Meanwhile, Nathan in the adjacent room had wrapped himself in the blanket, not revealing any part of his body, but the trembling body under the blanket had gradually quieted down. However, Nathan still hadn't shown his face, not even to take a breath of fresh air.
Slowly, Katniss got up and walked out of the bedroom, then entered the bathroom. I thought Katniss would immediately turn on the shower to bathe, but instead, she stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at her own body through it. There were faint kiss marks on Katniss's body, all left by Nathan just now, like bright red roses blooming all over Katniss's upper body. On her lower body, her pubic hair was covered in dried semen, and as Katniss moved just now, some of the semen stored in her uterus had flowed out along her inner thighs. The once pure Katniss, under the backdrop of these marks, seemed to exude a hint of seductiveness, like a fallen angel.
According to my expectations, Katniss should have been in tears and heartbroken as she looked at herself in the mirror. However, at this moment, Katniss had almost no expression other than blankness, as if she had lost consciousness. Seeing this, I felt a twinge of worry. Would Katniss do something unexpected? I was most afraid that Katniss would self-harm, but based on my understanding of her, although she was strong-willed, she was also rational. I couldn't predict what she wanted to do now, so I could only continue watching, even though it was already very late, I felt no trace of sleepiness.
After standing in front of the mirror for a long time, Katniss turned on the shower and began to wash away the traces left by Nathan on her body. She quietly washed every part of her body, the water flowing over her, making her previously flawless body appear even more pure and crystal clear. But this pure body had just been enjoyed by an older man, was it still clean now? I didn't feel repulsed by Katniss, but rather a sense of pity. The feelings Katniss evoked in me were always fresh.
In Nathan's room, Nathan, who was wrapped in the blanket, suddenly lifted a corner of the blanket and revealed his head when he heard Katniss open the bedroom door. His face showed panic. Perhaps what he feared most at this moment was Katniss coming to seek revenge. When he heard Katniss finally enter the bathroom, Nathan's face visibly relaxed, he let out a deep breath, but the fear on his face had not diminished much. He then wiped his face with his hand, perhaps trying to clear his mind a bit, his face filled with deep sorrow and self-blame. He had finally gotten what he wanted, but the potential consequences and costs in the future were too great.
The thoughts on Nathan's face - sorrow, fear, self-blame, guilt - made him seem like he was on the verge of tears. When he heard Katniss quiet down in the bathroom, Nathan completely uncovered himself from the blanket, his face full of sorrow as he absentmindedly glanced down at his crotch. His now flaccid penis hung limply between his legs. At this moment, his penis looked dark and ugly, with patches of white spots on it, as if something was growing on it. But those white spots were all dried semen, congealed into chunks, covering Nathan's entire penis. Due to the drying, between the gaps of the white spots, there were also pieces of transparent white skin, like dried glue, enveloping them. These transparent white skins were formed from Katniss's dried vaginal secretions.
Seeing his penis covered in his own semen and Katniss's secretions, Nathan's face, full of sorrow, suddenly revealed a hint of satisfaction and excitement. He had thought it was all a dream, but the traces left on his penis proved that it was all real. He had finally possessed the goddess in his heart completely, making her moan and climax under him, and the dried secretions around his penis were the proof.
Since Nathan had just been focused on escaping, he hadn't thought about wiping off the semen and secretions on his penis. There happened to be a pack of disinfectant wipes on the bedside table, which had been used before to disinfect and dress wounds. Nathan took out a wipe, about to clean his penis, but when the wipe was about to touch his penis, he suddenly stopped. He stared blankly at his penis covered in secretions, lost in thought, perhaps reluctant to wipe away these traces?
To confirm my speculation, in the end, Nathan threw the unused wipe into the trash can on the bedside table, then gently covered his penis with the blanket, closed his eyes, lost in thought. His expression occasionally showed joy, intoxication, sorrow, self-blame. At this moment, Nathan must be reminiscing about the beautiful yet conflicted moments, savoring them.
As Nathan quieted down, Katniss instinctively cleaned her body, finally finishing. After drying herself off, Katniss, as if under a spell, walked out of the bathroom dazedly. However, her direction after leaving the bathroom greatly surprised me, because with vacant eyes, Katniss walked towards Nathan's room, the bath towel draped over her shoulders, her entire body exposed to the air, looking so sensually crystal clear. Having just taken a bath, her body still emitted a warm mist.
My heart suddenly tightened, my thoughts unable to keep up. Why was Katniss going to Nathan's room? Was Katniss confused and walking into the wrong room? Was Katniss planning to confront Nathan? I found myself unable to imagine what would happen next, unable to predict, unable to imagine.
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