Irene felt something pressing against her thigh. She trembled slightly, but pretended not to know. She tried to soften her tone and said softly, "Are you calm now, Harry?"
"I'm sorry, Sister Irene, I really didn't mean it."
Harry sounded very ashamed when he spoke, and at the same time he said to himself: I did it on purpose.
"It was just an accident. I don't blame you. Harry, can you get up from me?"
Irene said quickly, her voice shy. At this moment, she felt an incredible heat in her legs, which made her flustered and confused. She had the urge to moan loudly, but she gritted her teeth and held it back. Now she just wanted Harry to get up quickly and end this extremely embarrassing situation.
"Uh, I'll get up right away."
Harry looked embarrassed. He quickly climbed up from her and looked away. After all, if he continued to act, the other party might realize that he did it on purpose.
The moment Irene left her, she covered her chest with her arms. After he stood up completely, she quickly sat up, picked up the bath towel that had fallen aside and wrapped it around herself, barely covering her body. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Seeing Harry stood up and turned his gaze away, Irene liked him even more. This incident was just an accident and Harry did not do it on purpose. Although she was seen naked by him and her breasts were touched, as an adult, she could not blame Harry.
Irene was even a little worried that Harry would blame himself. She looked at the silent Harry, sighed in her heart, and said comfortingly, "Harry, this is just an accident, don't take it to heart. I'm going into the room. You go to entertain your classmates, don't let your sweetheart wait too long."
After saying that, Irene stood up, suppressing her embarrassment, and quickly walked into the room.
She didn't notice at all that when she turned her back to Harry, he was staring at her slender body with burning eyes. The short contact of less than a minute just now made him realize the beauty of a fully grown woman. Compared with a girl, she had a different style and was equally fascinating.
At this time, Harry found a water stain on the floor. It seemed a little different from the water he sprinkled. This water seemed to be more viscous.
This place should have been where Irene was lying just now, and the location of this special water mark was previously under her buttocks.
Harry squatted down and observed it, then reached out to touch it and felt a little warmth. He raised his hand and a crystal clear thread was pulled out between his fingers and the ground.
A strange look flashed across Harry's eyes, and then he stood up and found a mop to mop the floor.
Sitting on the sofa, Harry began to think about this affair.
Cain seemed to want his wife Irene to develop a relationship with him. This could be seen from the fact that he deliberately sent his wife to his house to take a bath and then found an excuse to leave.
As for Irene, she should have agreed. If she didn't agree, things wouldn't have developed to this point.
Harry guessed that this couple probably liked to play something exciting. The man was a cuckold who didn't mind his wife having sex with other men and took the initiative to facilitate it. The woman was probably also a crotch-weaker. No one knew how many men she had played with and how many men had creampied her.
When he thought of this, Harry's enthusiasm for Irene suddenly faded a lot, and he even felt a little disgusted. He still preferred virgins to rotten crotches.
However, Harry felt it was a bit strange. After all, according to his reasoning, if Irene had a rotten crotch, given the level of close contact between the two of them just now, shouldn't she have taken the initiative to seduce him? Why was she still shy like a girl?
The system didn't give him any hints, so he could only think for himself.
Does Irene like to play this game of playing both sides?
She treated herself as prey and was not in a hurry to eat herself. Instead, she was enjoying the fun of playing with herself?
Harry suddenly felt a little unhappy. He glanced towards his room and thought that Irene should be waiting for him in the room now, so he let her wait.
Harry deliberately left Irene alone and let her stay in her room without clothes.
After playing with his phone for about an hour, he got up and walked to the room and knocked on the door: "Sister Irene, my classmate has left, can I come in?"
He decided to talk to this woman. He didn't want to play this kind of game with her. It was boring to play rotten crotch. But he had to be careful about how to talk to her. It was best not to offend her.
"You can come in."
Hearing Irene's voice, Harry pushed the door open and saw that she was wearing her own sportswear and sitting on her bed, looking at him with complicated eyes.
Irene apologized and said, "Harry, I found a set of your clothes to wear. You won't blame me, will you? I will buy you a new set tomorrow."
She had already worn it whether she wanted to or not, so what else could Harry do but shake his head to show that he didn't mind.
Just when Harry was thinking about how to talk to the other party, Irene suddenly said, "Harry, there is something I want to talk to you about."
She looked serious.
Harry was stunned and asked, "What's the matter?"
But I was thinking, could it be that Irene wanted to confront me and ask me if I wanted to be her candid?
Looking at the other person's stunningly beautiful face and curvy figure, Harry swallowed hard and found it a little difficult to reject her.
At this moment, Harry deeply understood that as a virgin, his willpower was too weak when facing beautiful women, and he could be seduced easily.
Irene gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and finally mustered up the courage to shyly say, "Cain wants me to seduce you. He is a pervert who wants to see his wife having an affair with another man, and you are the target he chose."
Harry was stunned. This was a little different from what he thought.
Irene thought he was shocked and smiled bitterly: "Do you find it strange? My husband is such a person."
Harry came back to his senses and couldn't help but ask, "Sister Irene, you are not kidding me, are you? How could Brother Cain be such a person? Would you cooperate with him to do such a thing?"
The last question was what Harry wanted to ask. He wanted to find out whether the other person had a rotten crotch.
"How could I make such a joke on myself? If I really couldn't stand him anymore and you were also a victim, I wouldn't tell you the truth because it's a very shameful secret for me and I don't want anyone to know."
Irene lamented, her tone bitter and a look of sadness on her beautiful face.
"I didn't expect Brother Cain to be this kind of person!" Harry tried to act shocked, and looked at Irene nervously, "Then what are you going to do, Sister Irene? If you confess to me, Brother Cain won't do anything to you after he finds out, right?"
Irene gritted her teeth and looked at him, "Harry, I told you the truth because I actually want to ask you for a favor. I hope you can cooperate with me in acting and make Cain think that we... are together."
At the end of the conversation, Irene's face turned a little red, but she looked at him expectantly.
"Route 1: He who's nearest the well draws water first. Promise her and let her have a good impression of you first. High-level hunters often bare their fangs to their prey at the last moment."
"Route 2: Offer to help, but she must repay you with her body. Have a good time tonight."