Chapter 77 Cleaning
Do I have to do it for the third time? I don't know why, suddenly I feel this way in my heart, is it anticipation from within? Or am I worried about what is going to happen next.
As Nathan was lost in thought with his eyes closed, he suddenly opened them wide when Katniss walked out of the bathroom. At this moment, Nathan might have realized that he had unintentionally made a big mistake, as every move of Katniss was affecting his inner feelings. Perhaps it was the sound of Katniss' footsteps getting closer to his room that made Nathan's breathing more and more rapid. Excitement, fear, confusion, and hesitation, many complex emotions were all displayed on Nathan's face, each emotion repeatedly showing on his face.
With his eyes getting wider, Nathan might be praying at this moment, praying that Katniss was just going to the kitchen or the balcony, not coming into his room, because Nathan couldn't be sure of Katniss' feelings and mindset towards him. Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel. The sound of the door unlocking, and Nathan's bedroom door was opened. No need to guess who it was, Nathan didn't have the courage to look towards the door, he frantically covered himself with the blanket, wrapping himself tightly, not exposing any part of his body.
Katniss came out of the bathroom and entered Nathan's bedroom decisively, without any hesitation or dragging. It was as if Katniss was now like an unconscious puppet, as if all her actions were instinctual. After entering Nathan's room, Katniss didn't even glance at Nathan on the bed, but started searching around the room. Finally, she found her nightgown and underwear on the bedroom floor, and then found the bra that Nathan had forcibly removed from her at the foot of the bed.
Katniss purposefully picked up these three pieces of intimate clothing, without any panic or shyness, everything was so calm and natural. Meanwhile, the nervous Nathan was still tightly wrapped in the blanket, trembling violently. One can imagine the extent of his fear at that moment, perhaps he was waiting for Katniss' possible anger to come next.
Seeing Katniss' actions, I suddenly felt relieved for some reason. It turned out that Katniss had come back to retrieve her own underwear and nightgown, which brought a sense of relief. Perhaps after experiencing the passionate moment between Katniss and Nathan, the purpose of tonight had been achieved, and deep down, I didn't want Nathan and Katniss to have any further contact tonight.
After finding her nightgown and underwear, Katniss didn't leave Nathan's room immediately. Instead, she slowly put on the underwear and nightgown, covering up the enviable and desirable body that any woman in the world would envy, and any man would be infatuated with. Seeing this, I was a bit puzzled. Why didn't Katniss go back to her own room to change her clothes? Could it be that she had something else to do in Nathan's room?
After putting on the underwear and nightgown, Katniss returned to her usual attire at home, but now she was very different from before. Previously, her body belonged to one man, but now it had been completely possessed by a second man in her life. Katniss still didn't even glance at Nathan on the bed, as if Nathan didn't exist at all. She reached for the tissues and wet wipes on the bedside table. Hearing the sound of Katniss picking things up from the bedside table, Nathan, still wrapped in the blanket, trembled to the extreme. Perhaps every move of Katniss at this moment was pulling at his heartstrings.
After picking up the tissues and wet wipes, Katniss squatted down and started wiping the semen traces on the floor. It was only then that I remembered that after Katniss and Nathan had finished the first time, she had suddenly fallen to the floor when getting off the bed, leaving traces of semen on the floor. Those semen stains were from Nathan ejaculating inside her at that time, and when she curled up on the floor, a lot of semen flowed out from her vagina, leaving traces on the floor.
Katniss slowly wiped the somewhat dried semen traces on the floor, wiping slowly and meticulously. Was she trying to erase all traces? Normally, I shouldn't be interested in these aftermath details after the passion between the two had passed, but at this moment, I didn't want to let go of any details after their encounter, feeling a mix of anticipation and worry in my heart.
After finishing wiping, Katniss didn't throw the tissues into the trash can, but held all the used tissues in her hand. After completing all this, Katniss turned her gaze back to the white semen stain at the foot of Nathan's bed, a reminder of their first intimate moment when Nathan ejaculated there. Katniss stared blankly at the semen stain, then slowly turned her gaze to where Nathan was still trembling under the blanket. Every second Katniss spent in Nathan's room at that moment was torment for him. Katniss looked at Nathan wrapped in the blanket, her eyes showing resentment, conflict, struggle, and a hint of shallow infatuation. Katniss slowly leaned towards the blanket covering Nathan, approaching his head under the blanket without any shyness, every move flowing smoothly.
"Before Kevin comes back tomorrow, wash your bedsheets during the day." With this brief sentence, spoken in a cold tone with no other words, Katniss only said this to Nathan before leaving the room in her nightgown, holding the tissue stained with semen, without Nathan having the courage to face her.
As soon as Katniss opened the bedroom door and entered our room, Nathan timidly opened the blanket and exposed his head. Breathing heavily, he took in the fresh air, sweating profusely by now, whether from being wrapped in the blanket or from the nervousness of Katniss' arrival. In any case, Nathan looked so disheveled at that moment. Sitting up, Nathan stared blankly at the white stain at the foot of the bed, like a pure white lily.
After Katniss returned to the room, she began wiping the semen stains on the bedsheets with tissues, then searched for traces on the floor in our bedroom, and finally went to the living room, carefully cleaning up the love fluids spilled from the bathroom to my bedroom, as if dancing a waltz. Seeing Katniss' actions, I felt a mix of joy and worry. Initially, I thought Katniss was mentally broken, but now I realized that although her spirit had been shaken, her actions were still very rational. At least she knew how to clean up the traces left by both of them, so as not to leave any clues for me. Seeing all this, should I be happy or heartbroken?
After finishing the cleaning, Katniss gathered all the used tissues and wet wipes into a black plastic bag. Placing the bag at the door, she then returned to the bedroom, removed the bedsheets and covers contaminated by Nathan's semen, which had been changed less than three days ago, and took them to the bathroom to put in the washing machine.
As the washing machine roared, the traces left by Katniss and Nathan were gradually washed away. The only places in the room where the traces of their lovemaking still remained were on Nathan's bedsheet at the foot of the bed, and on Nathan's penis where the semen and love fluids had not been wiped off.
If Nathan hadn't been trembling in bed, would Katniss have washed the bedsheets along with the covers? I suddenly had this thought. Normally, Katniss could have washed Nathan's bedsheets together, but perhaps she didn't want to see Nathan or face him. The only sentence she said to Nathan was to remove the traces himself, without letting me know. From this, it seemed that Katniss wouldn't easily forgive Nathan, at least she didn't want to see Nathan again at the moment.
With the sound of the washing machine, Katniss started changing the bedsheets and covers in the bedroom. The pink bedsheets and covers that had been tainted by Nathan were now being vigorously washed in the machine.
Seeing this green bedsheets and covers, I felt a mix of emotions. I didn't know if I would be able to lie down on these bedsheets and sleep peacefully when I returned home tomorrow night. Katniss methodically carried out the cleaning work, without shedding a tear, very quietly. Watching Katniss busy with everything, I was caught in anguish and deep thought. What would happen between Katniss and Nathan tomorrow? What would I have to face when I got home? Would there be any unexpected events?
Having seen what I most wanted to see, I found myself in anguish, wondering if I deserved it.
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