Chapter 106: You Never Even Did This for Your Husband, Did You?

Chapter 106: 106: You Never Even Did This for Your Husband, Did You?

The bathroom door opened.

Their footsteps moved away and entered together.

"Ah... Ah!"

Choi threw open the bedroom door and looked toward the bathroom. No one remained outside.

Only discarded clothing lay on the floor.

Her large bra and panties rested among them.

And beside those were clothes that clearly belonged to the young man he brought to fuck his wife.

"..."

He raised his gaze.

Behind the frosted glass, two naked silhouettes faced one another.

The shower started, drowning out their voices.

"Ah...!"

Words failed him.

His wife was inside there.

Naked, showering with a strange man she had met today, their bodies within touching distance.

"Ugh...!"

He could not endure it.

The shapes and the sound of water were enough to overwhelm him.

Choi hurriedly removed his pants. This was his chance.

He took out his rather small penis and began stroking in front of the bathroom. The belt hanging from the pants around his ankles rattled, but he ignored it.

"Ugh... Rosa..."

If she came out and witnessed this pathetic scene, he could hardly blame her for demanding a divorce.

He knew that, yet could not stop.

He picked up her panties from the floor, pressed them to his nose, and continued stroking.

His wife was in there right now...

Behind the frosted glass, the two naked figures faced each other.

***

"Why are you just standing there?"

Rosa looked at me in the center of the bathroom.

"Aren’t you going to wash me?"

"Who said I would? Wash yourself."

Her venomous voice echoed through the room.

Manager Selena would probably have sighed and washed me with her breasts...

"There should be at least that much service."

"If you want that kind of service, go somewhere that provides it. Why come to me?"

Because your husband asked me to.

But I could not say that.

"Can’t you just do it?"

"No. I don’t even want to touch your body."

Really?

I swung my erect cock in front of her.

Her eyes dropped instantly.

I knew it.

She had pretended otherwise, but she had been glancing at it since earlier.

Like Manager Selena showing off by shaking her breasts, I showed off by moving my cock.

"Do it for me."

"What are you, a child? Stop whining."

"Come on."

"Haa!"

Rosa turned toward me. Her gaze fell to my cock and rose to my eyes.

Without blinking, I flexed it harder.

"Ugh..."

"Will you wash me?"

I stepped closer, letting it sway.

She did not retreat.

After staring down at it, Rosa finally answered with visible reluctance.

"...I only have to lather you, right?"

***

The shower kept running.

Rosa had deliberately left it on, trying to cover even a little of the noise from the bathroom.

But no matter how loudly the water hissed, it couldn’t drown out the slick sound of her huge breasts being worked up into a lather.

She shot me a sidelong glare without saying a word and rubbed soap over her chest.

"You certainly know where to put the soap."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I never said a word about using your tits."

Her hands stopped. I’d hit the mark.

"You’ve been staring at them this entire time. That’s all."

"Already paying attention to where I’m looking? What a thoughtful wife."

At the taunt, Rosa covered her breasts and bristled.

"That’s not why I’m doing this. Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m going along with your demands, but not for your sake."

"For your husband’s, then?"

"Of course."

She sounded sincere.

She clearly still hated me. This looked forced, too. Managing Director Choi would love that.

Now I wanted to know how long that attitude would last.

I caught her soap-covered wrist.

"Then let’s have some service for your husband’s sake."

"...Fine."

Carefully, Rosa pressed her large breasts to my arm and spread the lather over it.

Watching a rich man’s wife move them herself, rubbing against my skin, was starting to turn me on.

And they were unbelievably soft. Like cotton candy.

Manager Selena’s were big and soft too, but hers had a certain dense weight to them. These were pure, pillowy softness. Even huge tits had their differences.

With a deep sigh, Rosa wrapped her breasts around my forearm and stroked it between them as if giving my arm a titjob.

"You’re good at that. Had some practice?"

"Of course not. I’ve never done anything like this before."

She called it her first time, but the motion was surprisingly smooth and natural.

"Then I guess you’ve never done it for your husband either."

She said nothing.

"Right?"

"That’s none of your business."

"It is. It means I got this service before your husband did."

At the words before your husband, her chin snapped up.

"I know exactly what you’re trying to do. Say whatever you like—nothing you do will put so much as a crack in our marriage. You’re wasting your time."

"We’ll see about that."

"You will. It absolutely won’t work."

She sounded as though she were making the promise to herself.

The service continued over my other arm, then my torso. She pressed close enough for our breaths to mingle and rubbed her chest across my body.

Whenever our eyes met, though, she jerked her head away, determined to make it clear that every movement was being forced out of her.

"Should we wash this part next?"

I rose, letting my fully erect cock stand right in front of her.

Still on her knees, Rosa startled and turned away.

"W-what part?"

"Don’t pretend you don’t know. This. You need to wash my cock too."

"You can wash that much yourself."

"Service isn’t complete until you take care of everything."

I gave it a deliberate swing in front of her face.

Her eyes flicked toward it, then away again. She’d been doing that all along, like a shy teenager—looking, turning away, then looking again. She might as well stare openly.

"No. I don’t even want to touch it."

"What are you planning to do when we have sex later, then?"

"I’ll just lie still, and you can do whatever you intend to do."

"That sounds boring."

I stepped closer. My hard cock pressed against her cheek, nudging her insistently.

"Hngh..."

"You’d better wash it. Otherwise I’ll put it in you dirty."

"All right! I will. I’ll do it, so get this away from my face."

She should have agreed from the start.

Rosa finally enclosed my cock between her breasts.

"Damn, that’s soft. Feels good."

With disgust written all over her face, she cautiously stroked me between them.