Chapter 37 : Since I’ve held back for so long, I’ll do it just this once

The bathtub was spacious enough to comfortably fit three women.

Yena was checking the water temperature with her hand under the faucet.

I stood behind her.

“…Gulp.”

I was staring at a view that could only be described as a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle.

She stood outside the tub, still fully clothed.

Naturally, her hips arched back, pushing out her most embarrassing parts.

The dolphin shorts clung to her, soaked straight down the middle—proof of her excitement.

‘She acts all innocent, but…’

Her plump, mature buttocks taunted me, practically begging to be touched.

I decided I wouldn’t hold back.

“Eek, what are you—”

“Huh? Can’t I touch what’s mine?”

In moments like these, boldness was key.

Besides, she’d groped me relentlessly even when I said no—I had every excuse.

The moment my fingers made contact, her hips twitched.

The supple flesh clung to my fingertips, sending my mind into a daze.

A strange sensation wrapped around me, and I immediately thought of what to do next.

I took another step toward her.

My groin pressed against Yena’s backside.

The friction sent dangerous sparks of pleasure through me.

“Hah. You wanna stay up all night, don’t you?”

“…You were the one who stuck your butt out first. You tempted me, so… this doesn’t count…”

Why was I even arguing?

Either way, this was my chance to restore the crumbling discipline between us.

My hands, which had been caressing her hips, slid up to her waist.

The curve of her body was so sinfully perfect, it could make even the limpest thing stand at attention.

A seductive, mature pelvis—the kind that could excite anyone, regardless of gender.

With our skin pressed together like this, it almost felt like we were in doggy style.

“Ngh…!”

“Tch, damn.”

Her warmth against my thighs was intoxicating.

Though her shorts still covered the most crucial part,

the bare skin I could feel was more than enough to make up for it.

Wouldn’t it feel even better if they were off?

Just as I grabbed the hem of her dolphin shorts—

“Having fun?”

Yena pulled her hand away from the faucet, done adjusting the temperature.

Even in this situation, she seemed perfectly calm.

How little did she think of me?

The moment I tried to yank her shorts down—

Yena’s hands clamped around my wrists.

“If you wanna bathe together… you should undress first. Let me help— Ah?!”

“Heh.”

Whoosh—

The world spun.

Suddenly, I was standing in front of her.

Both of my hands, which had just been memorizing the curve of her waist, were now locked in her grip.

A painfully familiar situation.

“Ngh… Let go.”

“Who was the one wagging their tail and teasing me first?”

Yena leaned in until our faces were inches apart.

Close enough to see my own reflection in her eyes.

And the me in them looked… off.

Even restrained like this, I wasn’t panicking—instead, my eyes were sparkling.

My lips trembled, like I was holding back a grin.

I looked like I was eagerly waiting for whatever Yena would do to me next.

‘No way…’

Must’ve been a trick of the light.

I had zero interest in her perverted tendencies.

The way she manhandled my wrists,

pinned me down when I struggled,

pushed in deep the second I let my guard down—

If I felt even a flicker of excitement toward this psycho,

it was only because she was pretty.

Not because I enjoyed it, but because she happened to be my type.

That’s all.

I had no interest in that kind of thing.

I couldn’t. Because otherwise…

‘I’d be just like her… a total freak.’

My reflection still wore the same expression.

If anything, it looked even worse now.

I forced a scowl and glared at Yena.

The reflection mirrored me, brows furrowed.

At least like this, it was somewhat bearable.

Yena tilted her head, as if pondering something.

“The bathroom’s a bit awkward. Can’t exactly make you kneel here.”

“What nonsense are you— Just let go already.”

I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

That look in her eyes—she was definitely thinking something twisted,

like how she needed to punish me for touching her.

“Really? You’ll stop if I let go? Even after acting up like this?”

“Ngh, well… It happens, okay? You’re just… like that.”

I couldn’t bring myself to say, ‘You’re so hot I couldn’t help it.’

But something was wrong.

Yena’s tilted head straightened.

She ran her tongue over her lips and smiled—a sharp, predatory grin.

“Heh. I see.”

She looked like a hunter staring at trapped prey.

My internal danger sensors flashed red.

They screamed at me to run.

But with both my wrists locked in her inhuman grip, escape was impossible.

‘One hand was bad enough. Two is a death sentence.’

No matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t move a single finger.

Yena tightened her grip and spoke through clenched teeth.

“Our Hayul.”

“Hng… hurts…”

“You touched my ass.”

“Ngh…!”

“Rubbing my pussy to masturbate.”

“Ah, um, that’s…”

“It’s nothing, right?”

“…”

“Without my permission. How dare you.”

“…Huak.”

As I gradually stepped back, I reached the cold tiled wall.

Drip—

My pussy shed emotional tears, as if watching a heartbreaking drama. The tears ran down my legs.

I hated my body for getting aroused in such an absurd situation, completely oblivious.

‘No…’

It shouldn’t be.

If I was aroused, it should only have been because of her appearance.

Absolutely, absolutely not because I wanted to submit to her sharp gaze… No, that couldn’t be…

“Oh?”

I hoped Yena wouldn’t see this miserable scene, but her eyes were already looking down.

Whether I squeezed my legs together or spread them wide, the sticky droplets steadily made their way toward the floor.

Only after seeing the liquid reach the ground and mix with the water did Yena finally look at me.

‘It’s not…’

A video played in my mind.

A scene of a cat catching and toying with a mouse.

An insurmountable difference in size, reflexes sharp enough to catch a flying feather.

She, with her talent perfectly suited for toying with prey, was teasing me with minimal effort.

Like that cat, Yena had cornered the mouse.

“W-what, huh?! What can you even do?! It’s not like you can— Ow! What if I get hurt?!”

The cornered mouse, in desperation, bit the crazy cat.

“And! And…! Ah! And who the hell sticks their ass out like that and does that?! You seduced me first…!”

Yena just smirked.

Her silent stare sent chills down my spine.

These wordless moments of pressure were even scarier.

My waist trembled.

The hot liquid streaming down my legs couldn’t possibly be my arousal.

It was just condensation forming and dripping.

Yes, a perfectly natural phenomenon.

That’s what I wanted to believe.

“Cat got your tongue? Huh? L-let go. It’s not like you can say anything anyway, so stop bluffing…!”

“Then… Should we just wash up normally and go to bed, like you said?”

Her words were surprisingly positive.

Gentle and affectionate, just like when we first met.

The oppressive atmosphere vanished like a mirage.

‘…Why?’

A question mark.

A huge question mark formed in my mind, growing larger and larger.

‘No, this isn’t right…?’

It was strange.

Yena would never act like this.

I thought she’d pressure me with more words.

But she simply let me go.

Yena silently held my gaze, waiting for my answer.

The sharp pain in my wrist gradually faded, leaving only a loose, hollow feeling.

I accepted the offer.

Even as I spoke, I felt uneasy.

“That’s… really okay? You’re fine with it?”

“Pfft.”

Yena laughed softly and released my wrist.

The pressure disappeared, leaving only the warm steam clinging to my empty wrist.

“Alright. Let’s just wash up and sleep.”

“…Yeah.”

Ignoring my bewildered expression, Yena turned to check the bathtub. The water had only filled halfway.

I stiffly watched her.

She really didn’t seem to care about me anymore.

My heart ached, squeezed tight. It hurt so much.

My raised arm throbbed.

A pain I hadn’t noticed while Yena was holding me.

My wrist hovered in the air, lonely, as if still waiting for her touch.

‘What the hell…’

I couldn’t even understand my own actions.

We could’ve just washed up and gone to bed.

Like Yena said—innocently washing each other, then peacefully falling asleep in each other’s arms.

But.

“Yena…”

“Yeah? Huh? Why are you holding your hand like that?”

I was never a mouse to begin with.

And she was never just a cat.

“…My wrist hurts.”

“Huh. I’m not even holding it. Still hurts?”

“It hurts… Hurry…”

The corners of her lips curled up sharply.

Unable to meet her eyes, I stared at the warm water slowly filling the tub.

“Want me to hold it again?”

“…”

This time, I didn’t answer.

My last shred of pride.

Even though I knew it’d be crushed soon.

“If you don’t answer, I won’t hold it.”

“…Hah.”

“Can’t hear you.”

“…Hold it.”

“Louder.”

“…Grab my wrist again!”

“Sniff, don’t yell… You’re scaring me.”

Yena exaggeratedly shrank back, trembling.

A completely unconvincing act.

I glared at her with cold eyes.

“…”

“Heh, fine. You’re such a pervert.”

“Ah…!”

In an instant, she pulled me into her arms.

Her hand clasped mine, reddened and perfectly fitted like puzzle pieces.

The grip hurt more than usual.

Amid the pain, a thrilling pleasure lurked.

Had admitting my feelings made it impossible to hide? The pleasure now dug straight into my brain.

“Ah— Be gentle…”

“I’ve held back long enough. Just once.”

My arm slowly lowered, reaching my lower stomach.

My shoulders naturally bared themselves.

Yena buried her nose in my collarbone and took a deep breath.

A shiver ran down my legs.

“You’re insane— Hah, what are you trying to—”

“You allowed this, didn’t you?”

“…”

Peck.

I lowered my head and kissed her forehead.

An indistinguishable tremor vibrated between our bodies.

“Hah, seriously, who’s the pervert he—”

Crunch—

A sound too eerie to come from flesh.