Chapter 66 A Game Of Hitting Buttocks

• I got off the bed and walked into the restroom barefoot. Seeing him trying to get himself off, I could not help but ask, “Why?”
• Although he had not expected me to enter, he did not hide anything or shy away. Instead, he stared at me as he jerked himself off, his gaze becoming increasingly intense. Even though nothing was happening, I felt like I had already been pressed to the bed and taken several times. My arms and legs went weak.
• I looked away and asked again, “Why?”