Gulp.

Urgent curiosity shook her.

“Ungh, hng…… Haah. Haah.”

What could Michael be doing to make such sounds…

Slap slap slap. Slap!

A sound similar to her heartbeat continued to urge her on.

‘Should I just take a tiny peek……?’

Though one corner of her heart stung with the thought that she’d been doing a lot of peeping lately, her eyes had already moved.

“…Ungh, ungh. Hng…!”

She cautiously peeked her head out to steal a glance at Michael through the mist. The moment she confirmed his appearance with narrowed eyes, Catherine’s pupils visibly dilated.

‘What, what is he doing?’

Catherine froze, unable to even breathe. Her heart sank as Michael’s lewd figure filled her vision without warning.

Michael was sitting languidly on the edge of the bathtub, wet with water, vigorously stroking his dark red, rigidly er*ect c*ck firmly in his grip.

His straight forehead and nose clearly visible with his wet, clean platinum blonde hair pushed back, and his red lips through which his gritted teeth were fully visible, were incredibly er*tic.

Not just er*tic, but stimulating to the eyes and ears like a sensual demon that could suck out a person’s soul.

Slap slap slap, slap slap!

Michael’s long, white hand gripped and shook his dark red, menacing c*ck as if squeezing it.

“Ugh, haah. Kuk…!”

It was lewd. So lewd that she couldn’t breathe.

Perhaps, for Catherine, the sight of Michael gripping and shaking his own c*ck now felt more stimulating than the lovemaking scene of the couple she had secretly watched that day.

The love juices that had been beading at the entrance of Catherine’s v*gina suddenly gushed out. Feeling it flowing between her smooth thighs, Catherine had to tightly grip her trembling thighs.

She felt like a hiccup might escape past her covered lips. She needed to slip away quickly before being caught watching.

But at that moment…

“Hng, hng…… Catherine, Catherine…!”

…Michael began calling Catherine’s name.

So lewdly and secretly with that wet voice.

“Hic!”

The hiccup she had been suppressing finally burst out, enticed by his voice whispering her name.

Hic.

She quickly covered her mouth and hid her body, but it was already too late.

The slapping sounds of flesh being stroked and the continuous low moans all stopped. A heavy silence immediately followed.

She was doomed.

“…Hic.”

Catherine closed her eyes tightly while covering her mouth.

Michael’s low, sunken voice called out to her.

“Catherine.”

“……”

“Are you there……?”

She tried to resist, but suppressed hiccups continued to burst through her covered mouth. As she stamped her feet anxiously, Michael spoke as if dumbfounded.

“You’re already caught. You know there’s no use pretending otherwise.”

Catherine, who had been resisting, answered timidly.

“Sorry. I wasn’t trying to peep……”

“Did you see as well?”

…Ah, doomed again. Her mouth was truly reckless.

Perhaps reading her silence as affirmation, she heard Michael let out a hollow laugh.

“Well. So you saw everything.”

Michael’s voice was calmer than she expected, though she thought he would immediately shout at her to go away or get angry.

“How long have you been watching?”

“Th-that… not long.”

—Hng, ungh…… Haah.

Amid her stammering response, Michael’s moans mixed in.

What’s happening?

When she paused in confusion, the juicy sound of flesh being stroked could be heard again.

The red flush on Catherine’s face deepened.

“Michael?”

She called his name with disbelief, but Michael only released faint moans without answering.

“…Hoo, tell me, Catherine.”

“What… are you doing?”

“What, does it, kup… look like?”

Catherine stood firm on her trembling legs while covering her mouth again.

Slap slap slap! Slap slap!

“Catherine… Catherine…… Haah.”

Michael was stroking his own shaft despite knowing she was behind the screen. He was rubbing that massive c*ck himself, heightening his excitement.

‘Michael must have gone crazy.’

When she had suggested s*x, his holy and ascetic face had turned pale with confusion, but now he was rubbing his own c*ck with her behind the wall.

“Cather, hng, Catherine.”

Even calling her name as he did so.

Hot, sticky fluid began to seep out between her trembling legs. Though she wasn’t doing anything herself, heated moans tried to escape through her tightly closed lips.

Slap slap slap!

The sound of flesh being struck grew stronger.

Catherine, anxiously biting her lips, cautiously moved her fingers toward her heated p*ssy.

“Ungh……”

When she carefully inserted one finger, she found that her once fresh place was now drenched in slippery love juices.

Seeing her finger coated with transparent fluid, she remembered Michael licking it so casually just hours ago.

Thump thump.

Her heart beat violently as if it would burst through her ribs. That vibration swept down her chest, to her stomach, and resonated all the way to her vaginal entrance.

After anxiously biting her lips, she gathered courage upon hearing her name called once more.

“Michael.”

Michael’s moans deepened at Catherine’s faint voice. Taking that as an answer, she said:

“Can I… come in?”

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“…Hoo.”

Michael, who had been caressing the er*ect c*ck between his legs with downcast eyes, slowly shifted his gaze to look at her.

The moment their eyes met, only one thought came to mind.

Crazy.

His wet face, wet body, and m*sturbating with wet hands was just insanely er*tic. And why did his face still look so holy and elegant of all things?

His lips, usually just stoic, were now slightly parted, exhaling heated sighs. His blue eyes, glaring at her, glistened with n*ked desire.

She swallowed dryly. Despite the humid, misty bathroom, her throat felt parched.

Catherine advanced toward him as if entranced, putting strength into her curling toes.

“Ha……”

His breathing grew even rougher.

The hand stroking that massive c*ck was somewhat slow, but his eyes watching Catherine approach flashed with blue flames.

“You were calling my name……”

“……”

Michael stroked his thick shaft, glistening with prec*m, without answering. Wrinkles formed between his brows as if in agony. His face, enduring pain, felt more er*tic than ascetic.

After moistening her dry lips with her tongue, she took another step forward and asked:

“…Did you get like that because of me?”

At Catherine’s question, Michael slightly raised one eyebrow and smiled suggestively. Though he didn’t answer, she felt like she had received one.

Michael becoming so lewd because of her? Her feelings were strangely elated. Her lips dried up completely and her throat felt parched. With trembling fingertips, she pointed at Michael’s c*ck and asked:

“Can I touch yours too?”

“You?”

At his words implying whether she could handle it, Catherine nodded with crimson-tinged cheeks.

“Yes. If it’s because of me, I want to help you release it…… Is that not okay?”

Though she asked as if seeking his permission, Catherine had already knelt in front of him.

“With my hands… is that how you do it?”

Michael was a bit perplexed but didn’t particularly want to stop her. He was quite looking forward to seeing those small, white hands grip and shake his c*ck.

Ah, d*mn it. Just the thought made the s*men he had been trying to suppress ooze out. He gritted his teeth and stroked his c*ck shaft.

Though his action was meant to calm himself, to Catherine it looked like he was showing her how it should be done.

She bit her lips firmly and nodded boldly. Taking a small deep breath, Catherine faced Michael’s c*ck.

His massive, menacing c*ck twitched as if greeting her. She had thought it was a frightening size, but facing it like this, it didn’t seem so scary…

After all, it felt good when it entered her p*ssy. It didn’t seem like such a bad thing…

After mumbling random thoughts in her head, she gulped down dry saliva. Michael let out a small laugh at Catherine’s tense appearance.

“Can you do it?”

“I might not be good at first……”

I’ll try my best.

Catherine smiled awkwardly and carefully extended her hand. The hot tip brushed against her cold, white fingertips. Michael’s was much heavier than expected, much softer, and very hot.

“Ah……”

Even though she had only just touched it with her hand, a sigh-like moan escaped from Michael’s mouth. It was different from when he was m*sturbating. A strange sense of satisfaction welled up.

Catherine applied a bit more strength and stroked the shaft as Michael had done.

“Hoo…… Ungh.”

Though her touch was clumsy, the throbbing she felt in her hand was tremendous. Glancing up at him, Catherine stared entranced at Michael’s face as he held his breath with slightly closed eyes.

So this is how sensual a man’s face looks when suppressing excitement…

Beyond how beautiful a man Michael was, his furrowed brow, tensed jaw, and stiffly raised long neck were absolutely mesmerizing.

“Is this okay……?”

At her cautious question, he looked at Catherine with languid eyes and slowly nodded. After stroking a few more times with force, white, sticky prec*m flowed from the small hole at the tip…

“Something’s coming out, Michael.”

Was this how Michael felt when he saw her love juices? Just as he said, there wasn’t any feeling of it being dirty at all. Just curious and… intriguing.

“It’s like white honey.”

Michael, who had been quietly looking down at Catherine as she couldn’t take her eyes off his c*ck, muttered while suppressing his rough throat:

“Touch it.”

At his command that wasn’t quite a command, Catherine rubbed the rounded substance that had emerged. Thanks to its slipperiness, it became easier to touch the c*ck with its protruding veins.

Michael, who had been sighing languidly as if satisfied, said in a suppressed voice:

“…Would you touch it with both hands? A little faster.”