So.

It wasn’t like she deliberately tried to peek.

She had simply gotten lost by chance, and they happened to be passionately making love outside.

When she woke up tossing and turning, she just happened to see Michael slipping out of bed and moving secretively.

Since all of this occurred naturally, as if by divine providence, she merely followed along.

Oh, Lord.

Did you truly wish for me to witness Michael’s lewd fondling?

If that’s the case, I have no choice but to obey this time as well.

She moistened her dry lips and made the sign of the cross over her trembling chest.

And so, following the will of the God she respected, Catherine ended up secretly watching her beautiful childhood friend lewdly massaging his c*ck.

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—Ungh……!

Standing behind the partition, Catherine’s face flushed red at the heated moans coming from inside as she wondered.

‘What is that sound?’

Standing on trembling legs, she listened to the sensual moans from inside, and between them, she heard another sound.

Slap, slap-slap-slap.

A strange sound of something heavy being struck. Along with it came the lewd moans of a low, handsome voice.

—Hm, haah……

Catherine covered her mouth, afraid her voice might escape. She focused all her attention on the moans coming through.

—Hoo, hah…… ha, ungh.

Slap-slap-slap, slap-slap!

A deep, low voice suppressing something. Catherine already knew the owner of that deeply restrained, low voice.

‘Michael.’

With each slap-slap sound, Catherine’s chest trembled. As the sounds quickened, tension built between her thighs beneath the hastily thrown-on shirt.

By the time she felt hot, sticky fluid seeping out between her split flesh, her face had turned red with embarrassment. What on earth was he doing to make such erotic sounds?

Moistening her dry lips, she was seized by an incredibly tempting impulse.

‘Maybe I could… just peek a little?’

—Ungh, hmm…… haah.

Slap-slap-slap. Slap!

‘Just a tiny glimpse……’

Since Michael might be troubled if he sensed someone’s presence. Secretly, just a tiny glimpse.

Gulp.

The thought that she’d been peeking quite often lately pricked at her conscience, but her eyes had already moved. Through the hot mist, she could see Michael’s profile.

“…ungh, mmgh. Hmm……!”

Catherine inhaled sharply and hurriedly covered her mouth.

‘What, what is he doing?’

A completely n*ked Michael sat loosely on the edge of the bathtub, touching his c*ck.

The sight of him gripping and stroking his enormously er*ect c*ck was more stimulating than the word “lewd” could possibly describe.

Michael’s appearance—biting his wet lips while breathing heavily—seemed unfamiliar.

Catherine couldn’t tear her eyes away from his face and hands, as if entranced. The stimulation was so intense that her eyes felt like they might pop out, yet she couldn’t look away.

His platinum blonde hair, wet and swept back, revealed his straight forehead and nose bridge, his red lips clearly showing his gritted teeth. And his long, white hand gripping his c*ck.

All of it made Catherine’s vision blur.

Slap-slap-slap, slap-slap!

Under his long-jointed, unusually white hand, the thick, blunt gl*ns peeked out and disappeared repeatedly, like a head stretching out its neck.

Only that part was deeply colored on Michael’s body, which was otherwise as white as smooth marble. His rounded hand rubbed the round gl*ns, then gripped and stroked that thick shaft again.

“Ugh, haah. Khuh……!”

Slap-slap, so that’s what that sound was…….

It was the sound of him roughly stroking the shaft with its reddened veins bulging.

His brow furrowed in concentration as he rubbed that thick, hard thing. His half-closed eyes were languid, and his wet lips were sexy.

Was it because she forgot to breathe while blankly staring at that stimulating scene? An involuntary hiccup rose up.

She quickly hid her body and covered her lips with both hands. Even as her heart pounded like it might burst, Michael’s moans continued.

‘Mi-Michael is by himself……!’

Though it was merely visual stimulation, the area between her thighs became unbearably hot. What had been slowly seeping out was now drenching her p*ssy like a flood.

It had been just hours ago when that thick thing had mercilessly spread her lower part, making her cry in pain, yet here she was, forgetting her tears and lusting again—she couldn’t believe herself.

‘No, this… this is just because Michael looks too erotic.’

She felt like her hiccups might escape past her covered lips. She needed to slip away quickly before being caught peeking.

But at that moment.

“Hmm, kugh, Catherine. Catherine……!”

…How could she have known Michael would call her name?

“Hic…! Hic.”

And how could she have known that, startled by being caught peeking, she would inadvertently try to answer that meaningless call, only to let out the sound of a hiccup?

Hic.

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

The slap-slap-slap sound of flesh being stroked and the continuous low moans stopped in an instant.

—Catherine?

Ah, she was doomed.

“…hic-cup.”

Catherine squeezed her eyes shut.

Michael’s lowered voice called out to her.

—Instead of secretly peeking, why don’t you just come out? Catherine?

After hesitating, Catherine swallowed dryly and moved her trembling legs. An inexplicable fear washed over her, but at the same time…….

Thump-thump.

Pressing down on her pounding heart, Catherine, with reddened cheeks, willingly stepped into the grave she had dug with her own hands.