Chapter 105: Private Bathroom Service for a Rich Man’s Wife

Chapter 105: 105: Private Bathroom Service for a Rich Man’s Wife

Slowly, Rosa stripped.

"Wow."

I openly admired the show unfolding before me. The reaction was not an act.

Those breasts were fucking incredible.

I had never seen a chest that could genuinely be compared with Manager Selena’s. I had thought she was the undisputed number one.

I wondered how Manager Selena would react if she learned I had slept with a woman whose breasts rivaled hers.

"...Is this enough?"

After removing her pants, Rosa Jules glared at me in expensive purple lingerie.

I smiled.

"Planning to shower in your underwear, Mrs. Choi?"

"I’m taking it off once I’m inside."

"Ah. You don’t want to let me watch?"

I placed a hand on her ass.

"Ah...! Wh-what are you doing?"

"Touching your ass."

"That isn’t what I meant! Get away from me!"

She started to shove me, then stopped with her hands half-raised.

"Why? I don’t intend to leave."

"I told you I would shower and then do it!"

"You expect to shower alone?"

Her shoulders flinched.

She turned toward me slowly, almost mechanically.

"Then..."

"Of course I’m coming in with you."

"No!"

"Your husband gave permission."

"...Ugh."

Rosa bit her lip. I smiled cruelly and continued kneading her ass. It’s really soft and has the right amount of elasticity.

Her skin was soft, and the ass itself was large. In several ways, she resembled Manager Selena.

In other words, it was a fantastic ass, that any man would want to put their face on.

"You threatened him into agreeing..."

She endured my hand while thinking, then finally spoke.

"...Fine. Take your hand away. I’ll undress."

"Heh. Very well."

"...You’re filthy."

Was I a masochist? I did not know why being insulted made me grin.

When I removed my hand, Rosa watched me cautiously and reached behind her back.

Fuck, look at those tits.

After struggling with the clasp, she carefully removed the bra.

If I uploaded only this moment to TwiXter, it would probably explode in views.

...Had I spent too much time on TwiXter and OnlyF*ns? I was automatically framing every scene as content now.

The bra dropped to the floor.

Rosa moved her hands to her panties.

I whistled as she slowly pulled them down.

"Whew."

"...Stop harassing me."

"You’re taking off your panties in front of another man. What do you expect me to say?"

"Close your mouth... please."

I examined her naked body from head to toe while she glared.

Then I shifted my eyes toward the master bedroom. The door was slightly open. Managing Director Choi was apparently listening.

Of course he was. Another man was standing beside his naked wife in his bathroom. How could he ignore it?

He might even be jerking off behind that door.

I raised my voice deliberately for him to hear.

"Completely naked? Shall we shower together, Mrs. Choi?"

"Ugh..."

Naked, Rosa clenched both fists.

I held her ass and guided her into the bathroom.

I deliberately left the door slightly open.

***

In the master bedroom, Choi Doha closed the door behind him.

"..."

His hand stopped before shutting it completely.

After a moment’s thought, he left a narrow opening.

From beyond the living room, his wife’s voice reached him.

"Don’t come closer. You were supposed to wait in the bedroom."

"I was bored waiting alone with an old man."

Footsteps approached her.

"Ah..."

’What have I done?’

His toes trembled. His hands would not remain still.

He had personally invited a man into this house and introduced him to his wife.

Here, inside their own home.

She was innocent and knew nothing.

His upright wife, who had eyes only for him, was now with another man...

"Take the rest off, Mrs. Choi."

’What?’

Ed’s voice carried the effortless menace of a man making a threat.

When Ed had proposed acting, Choi Doha had worried whether he could perform convincingly.

That concern had been unnecessary. If anything, the young man acted too well.

He embodied a vile, predatory man so completely that even Choi Doha—the architect of the scene—nearly forgot the truth and felt rage.

But alongside the anger boiling in his chest, another desire rose.

I want to see.

What did his wife look like right now?

What was Ed doing to her?

Could he truly trust her?

He wanted to verify her current state with his own eyes.

Yet Ed had ordered him to wait in the bedroom.

He desperately wanted to ignore the instruction, approach them, and watch directly.

But he did not know how his wife might react if she saw him, so he could not act rashly.

All he could do was leave the door ajar and listen.

Imagining his wife undressing before another man...

"...Is this enough?"

"Planning to shower in your underwear, Mrs. Choi?"

Underwear.

Did that mean Rosa was standing before Ed in nothing but lingerie?

"Ugh..."

He wanted to see her.

He had seen his wife in underwear many times, yet those familiar sights rarely gave him an erection.

But now...

Merely imagining her displaying the same body before another man made his cock feel ready to burst.

That single difference—the presence of another man—had cured his impotence completely.

Rather than fading, the erection remained painfully hard and leaked continuously.

Choi pressed his ear closer to the narrow opening.

"I’m taking it off once I’m inside."

"Ah. You don’t want to let me watch?"

Thank God. His wife’s voice remained sharp.

She sounded angry and disgusted.

Choi had never heard that degree of hostility from her. He almost doubted she was capable of it.

Rosa...

Relief settled over him.

His wife did not like Ed. She loathed him.

Of course she would. No woman could like a stranger who entered her home and threatened to fuck her with her husband as the weakness.

Confirming the steadfastness of her heart made him secretly happy.

"...Fine. Take your hand away. I’ll undress."

What?

He focused again. Something had changed.

She was going to undress?

"...You’re filthy."

The disgust remained in her voice.

But beneath it came the unmistakable whisper of clothing being removed.

If she was already in underwear, removing more meant...

A whistle sounded.

"...Stop harassing me."

"You’re taking off your panties in front of another man. What do you expect me to say?"

"Close your mouth... please."

What was happening?

Her voice had softened slightly compared with before.

"Completely naked? Shall we shower together, Mrs. Choi?"

Completely naked?

Could it be?

Was Rosa now standing before Ed without a single thread—showing him her breasts, her pussy, everything?