Chapter 5

Soon, Ethan came back from the room. His face was red and he looked at me evasively.

"Sorry, I drank too much today. I think you should go back and rest earlier."

I looked at his face nervously.

"Sorry, I was drunk, so I just touched your chest as a joke. You don't mind, do you?"

He hesitated and said lightly.

"I don't mind."

He stood up and opened the door for me. Although he said he didn't mind, I saw his embarrassed expression and was anxious to send me out. My heart was full of despair.

Maybe he already hates me, but he just doesn't say it out loud? Does this also represent a euphemistic rejection?

I stood up and remembered a paper bag I brought with me when I came. I picked it up and handed it to him.

"This is the nightgown and underwear that I washed and dried for you."

Ethan took it and said thank you, but then he seemed to find the problem, picked up the underwear inside, and asked again.

"That day... I was wearing a pair of white underwear, why is this one... gray? It's too sexy, and it's not the brand I usually wear."

His puzzled expression made me embarrassed.

I admit that this was my evil plot. I left his underwear stained with semen, and bought him a pair of very sexy bullet-shaped underwear that I wanted him to wear.

I look forward to it fervently, one day he will wear the underwear I bought for him in front of me.

I will also tear off the underwear I bought for him with my own hands, hold his proud size in my mouth, or look forward to his thick lower body inserting into my body.

"Uh... this, sorry, my washing machine has some problems, and your original underwear was accidentally damaged by me, so I bought you a new pair, I hope you don't mind."

Ethan hesitated, put the underwear I bought for him back, and shrugged at me.

"Maybe... I should try new things. Thank you for the new underwear."

In fact, when I bought new underwear for Ethan, I was worried that he would refuse, so I didn't tell him at first.

Now seeing that he actually accepted it happily, I was excited. Maybe he didn't dislike me now?

I really wanted to rush in and push him down on the sofa and kiss him hard, but I restrained myself. I didn't want to make things worse and make it impossible to end.

I had a feeling that my feelings for Ethan were serious this time, not just playing around like before.

When I got home, I went to the bathroom to take a shower, and suddenly I heard a burst of suppressed moans from a man under the sound of running water in the bathroom next door.

My heart was immediately hooked, and I lay on the small hole to peek at the situation next door.

When I saw Ethan sitting on the toilet lid, holding his huge lower body with his right hand and masturbating, I was shocked.

He and Miranda were obviously married, and they seemed to be very loving, why did Ethan always satisfy himself through masturbation?

Could it be that he couldn't reach orgasm when having sex with Miranda? Why?

At this moment, I wanted to break through the wall and rush in, kneel down in front of Ethan, and satisfy him with my hands, my mouth, and my body.

Feel his hot, thick, and fresh semen filling my palms, my mouth, and my body.

If Miranda couldn't satisfy him, I thought I could.

I couldn't control myself anymore. While watching Ethan masturbating in the bathroom through the small hole, I also pulled down my pants and started masturbating following his movements.

After more than ten minutes, he and I roared at the same time, trembling all over and welcoming the peak of happiness.

Ethan got up and washed his body, and I started to wash it, but at this moment, the hateful Miranda suddenly rushed into the bathroom drunk.

She kissed Ethan passionately, talking nonsense.

"Oh dear Ethan, I want to make love so much, I need you to satisfy me, let's go to bed!"

I saw that Ethan's expression was obviously a little resistant, but he was still very gentle to Miranda.

"Dear, you've drunk too much, be obedient, have a good sleep, and we'll do it tomorrow."

Miranda grumbled and complained, but Ethan pushed her out. I hurried to the room and saw Ethan put Miranda on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

Thank God, Ethan really didn't make love with Miranda.

But soon, Ethan left the room and went to the bedroom again, and I immediately ran to the bedroom to continue peeking.

Ethan seemed to have not been satisfied just now, he went to the bathroom again, this time, he lay directly in the bathtub.

I saw that his huge lower body was hard again, he grumbled in annoyance, held it with his right hand, and began to masturbate roughly.

Just as he was about to ejaculate with a low roar, I saw him reach out and grab the underwear I bought for him. With a final roar, he ejaculated on the underwear.

At this moment, my heart was beating wildly. Could it be that he was also fantasizing about me when he was masturbating?

Otherwise, why would he ejaculate on the underwear I bought for him?

The doubts and burning desires in my heart tortured me almost crazy. If he really wanted to have sex with me like me, then what was I hiding from?

I should rush into his house right now, rush into his bathroom and have crazy sex with him!

But in the end, I still held back. I didn't want things to move too fast and scare him, and I didn't want him to think that I was so casual about feelings.

I needed a chance, a time when he clearly expressed his love for me. This time, I wanted love, not just sex.

I just didn't expect that such an opportunity would come to me so soon.