Chapter 98 Emotional Movement
I saw Katniss's hesitant expression, and I knew something was really going to happen tonight. I was starting to look forward to tonight more and more, although I might still not be able to face it calmly.
After hesitating for a while, Katniss shook her head, her long hair swaying slightly as if trying to shake off the chaotic thoughts in her mind. Then, Katniss began to continue tidying up the room.
As I watched Katniss continue with the housework and nothing else happened, I temporarily turned off the computer monitoring screen. I rubbed my tense face with my hand, took a deep breath, and started to focus on the upcoming work. However, my thoughts were constantly interrupted by the fantasies of what would happen tonight.
Time passed quickly, and it was time to get off work. After my colleagues greeted me one by one and left for home, the corridor in the office echoed with their cheerful voices. Everyone was the same, only at this moment of getting off work was the most relaxing. Walking and discussing what to eat at home tonight, whether to go to the gym to exercise, and so on. Watching my colleagues leave, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly. Tonight, I would be alone in the office again.
In less than half an hour, I was the only one left in the entire office building, and everything around me quieted down. I touched my slightly hungry stomach, trying not to feel too aggrieved. I decided to go out to eat something, but I was afraid of missing something later. I ordered takeout on my phone, a mushroom and Italian sausage pizza. It had been a long time since I had eaten mushroom and Italian sausage pizza. I actually quite liked pizza, but Katniss always prevented me from eating it for my health. Today, I suddenly wanted pizza, perhaps to satisfy my craving and to resonate with what was about to happen tonight.
After waiting for over half an hour, the pizza arrived. I opened the home monitoring video and started eating the pizza while watching the monitor. Inside the house, Katniss was cooking chicken soup for Nathan, who was sitting quietly on the sofa watching TV. Occasionally, their eyes would meet, and Nathan would quickly look away in a fluster, while Katniss faced him more calmly.
When the meal was ready, Katniss scooped a bowl of chicken soup and walked to the living room to continue feeding Nathan. She blew gently on the spoonful of soup near his lips, cooling down the hot soup before offering it to Nathan.
"Katniss, let me do it myself this time. Every time you feed me, I feel like I've turned into a patient again," Nathan awkwardly refused. In a night like this, with only the two of them, it had been a long time. Nathan took the bowl from Katniss's hand, but due to nervousness, he almost spilled the soup.
"You are a patient anyway. Alright, you eat by yourself, I'll have something too," Katniss smiled and let Nathan take the bowl from her.
Katniss served herself a bowl of chicken soup in the kitchen and sat on the sofa with Nathan, quietly eating and watching TV together. However, both of them seemed to have their own thoughts, with their peripheral vision focused on each other. Perhaps Nathan also sensed that something might happen tonight. He must be afraid, nervous, and at the same time, a bit anticipatory.
Looking at the two of them having their soup, and then at my pizza in front of me, I thought of rewarding myself, but I felt that I couldn't compare to what was happening at home. "I should have ordered something else," my sense of comparison emerged at this moment.
Perhaps Nathan sensed that tonight would not be peaceful, or perhaps he didn't want Katniss's plan to succeed. After finishing the soup, Nathan wiped his mouth and got up.
"Katniss, take your time with the meal. I'm tired, I'll go rest first. You should sleep early too," Nathan said as he got up, not waiting for Katniss's response, and walked somewhat hurriedly to his bedroom. It was clear that Nathan was still avoiding something. If he was calm inside, his steps wouldn't have been so erratic.
Katniss didn't look at Nathan, just stared at the TV while continuing to drink her soup. Only after Nathan entered the bedroom did Katniss turn to glance at the bedroom door, a hint of teasing and wry smile in her eyes. Perhaps Nathan's nervousness made her find it amusing, as Nathan was showing a kind of embarrassment that was completely out of sync with his age.
After dinner, Katniss quickly tidied up the kitchen. Since the house had already been cleaned in the afternoon, Katniss went back to the bedroom after finishing in the kitchen. Was Katniss planning to rest like this? No, after so many times, I knew that unexpected situations often arose between Katniss and Nathan.
The lights in the living room were already off. After Nathan returned to the bedroom, he lay quietly on the bed, trying to control his breathing. Eventually, his breathing became steady, and he closed his eyes to rest, occasionally opening them to look at his bedroom door. Was he afraid that Katniss might suddenly come in, or was he hoping for it? His expression was conflicted, a mix of fear and anticipation. I believe that if Katniss didn't take the initiative tonight, Nathan, in his current state, would never take the initiative to approach her.
After returning to the bedroom, Katniss prepared to undress and change into pajamas. However, as she unfastened her belt, she hesitated, withdrew her hand, grabbed a towel from the closet, and walked out of the bedroom to the bathroom. Was she planning to thoroughly clean herself tonight? To give Nathan a clean body?
Nathan, who was closing his eyes in the bedroom, heard the sound of Katniss opening the door and suddenly opened his eyes, staring fixedly at his bedroom door. His nervousness and a hint of panic were all written on his face. After so many times, it seemed that only Katniss could make the over fifty-year-old Nathan so nervous and flustered. When he heard Katniss enter the bathroom, Nathan breathed a sigh of relief, then relaxed on the bed, his expression filled with relaxation, as if he had just experienced something thrilling.
When Katniss entered the bathroom, undressed, her captivating body exposed, with full and round 34D breasts that showed no signs of sagging, pink nipples standing erect at the peak, slender waist, sparse pubic hair between her hips, full pink labia, perky and perfectly curved buttocks, and long, straight legs.
Katniss turned on the shower, and the water sprayed out, flowing down along her long hair, slowly from her hair to her feet. She tilted her head back to let the water hit her face, seemingly clearing her thoughts, allowing the water to wash over her. I believe Katniss's inner turmoil was far from calm at this moment.
After letting the shower spray for a while, Katniss gently cleaned every inch of her skin, from her hair, neck, and cheeks to her breasts, slowly sliding down to her intimate area.
After washing up, Katniss dried herself off, then stood in front of the bathroom full-length mirror, not immediately leaving the room. Katniss looked at her extremely sexy naked body in the mirror, seeming quite self-absorbed. After watching herself in the mirror for a while, she began to playfully pose in front of the mirror, and all her poses were so professional. Watching Katniss changing poses like a model on the monitor, my penis couldn't help but get hard. Katniss worked at a fashion design company and often needed to try on the clothes she designed. So, modeling was quite easy for Katniss, who had an angelic face and a devilish figure.
Watching Katniss on the monitor, I felt proud, as anyone would be proud to marry someone as outstanding in character and appearance as Katniss. However, tonight, this alluring body might be enjoyed by Nathan. The image of Nathan lying on Katniss's naked body with his thick and long penis continuously entering her vagina flashed through my mind.
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain and bitterness. After the incident with Nathan, I thought I had become immune to their affairs, but this complex feeling still uncontrollably surged within me. People are selfish. Who would willingly share their most beloved things with others unless absolutely necessary? Especially my beloved Katniss, who, under normal circumstances, should be the only one for a man.
Katniss wrapped herself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom. She stood at the bathroom door, turned off the light, then turned to go back to the bedroom. However, she suddenly stopped, placing her hand on the door handle, her eyes showing hesitation. She kept kneading her long hair that fell down, her lower teeth biting her upper lip. Katniss was like this, biting her lip when she was comfortable, and biting it when she was conflicted. From this detail, one could roughly infer Katniss's thoughts.
Although Katniss had made a decision and was prepared, she hesitated when it came time to act. This was a normal human reaction. When things you fantasize about become real, you often find that your feelings are very different from what you imagined.
As Katniss hesitated, two different voices were constantly arguing in my mind. One voice hoped that Katniss would go to Nathan's room at this moment and start making love with him, stemming from my cuckold fantasy. The other voice hoped that Katniss would stay in the room and not go to Nathan's room, coming from my normal ethical thoughts.
In the end, to my relief and disappointment, Katniss let go of the door handle and quietly returned to the bed, lying down. However, the hesitation in Katniss's eyes had not dissipated. At this moment, on the two screens of the monitor, Nathan and Katniss were lying in their respective rooms, not asleep, seemingly calming their hearts and occasionally opening their eyes to look at their own bedroom doors.
After tossing and turning for a while, Katniss opened her eyes and gently touched the bedsheets on our bed. It was then that I noticed the bedsheets had been changed at some point. It was the same set of bedsheets that were used the night Katniss and Nathan had sex in our bedroom, stained with Nathan's semen and Katniss's fluids. Katniss had put on these bedsheets today. Was there some deeper meaning behind this? Was it a form of nostalgia?
After a while, Katniss began to lie on the bedsheets, seemingly sniffing something, perhaps looking for traces and scents left from that night. A hint of confusion and reminiscence flashed in Katniss's eyes, gradually transforming into desire, her face starting to flush.
"For countless nights, I have missed the feeling of that night, thinking about the feeling of you raping me that night. When I masturbate, I easily reach climax. After our encounter, I experienced unprecedented pleasure. Just thinking about it makes me uncontrollably aroused." At this moment, I remembered Katniss saying this to Nathan that night. Initially, I couldn't be sure if this statement was true, but now it seemed that Katniss was sincere, and this statement was real.
Following the traces on the bedsheets, Katniss seemed to recall the scene from that night. As that night came to mind, Katniss finally began to feel desire.
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