Chapter 4: First Intimate Encounter

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This was my most agonizing moment. I didn't dare look at Mrs. Warth. My eyes swept over her sexy thighs. She wore pink flip-flops, and her fair feet made my heart race. Her tiny toenails were painted a deep red. "I... I'm done washing up." I tried to leave. Maybe I was too tense. When I brushed past Mrs. Warth, my elbow accidentally touched something soft. That fleeting second sent my blood pressure soaring. Panicking, I rushed back into my room and locked the door behind me. Panting heavily, my face flushed, and my arms trembled slightly. The hallway outside was eerily quiet, not a single sound to be heard. I tried to steady my breathing, wondering. Why was Mrs. Warth showering there? My thoughts were in chaos. I never expected to run into her in the bathroom. My heartbeat quickened when I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but shorts. She saw me just now, she saw everything. What would she think of me? I always thought I had a decent physique. Standing at 1.83 meters, I had well-defined muscles. I used to work as a laborer and even had a stint as a fitness trainer, so I was confident about my body. Working as a driver for Mr. Warth, I haven't had much time to exercise lately, but I wasn't out of shape. Compared to the potbellied Mr. Warth, I was in great shape. My chest and abs were still defined, and my legs were solid, giving off a sense of security. Letting out a heavy sigh, I was about to sit on the bed when there was a gentle knock on the door. "Matthew." It was Mrs. Warth. Startled, I took a deep breath and quickly opened the door. "You forgot your clothes." She handed them to me. "Thank you," I thanked her. "Don't forget to wash the clothes you changed out of and hang them on the balcony," she added. "Okay." I nodded. I silently cursed myself for being so careless. How could I forget my clothes? Watching her walk away, I stared at her alluring figure in a daze. Her curvy body and tall, voluptuous frame made her a perfect woman. Mr. Warth, are you willing to let her go? Just because Madison can bear your child? Is it worth it? "What are you looking at?" Mr. Warth suddenly appeared before me, snapping me out of my thoughts. By then, Mrs. Warth had already entered the bathroom and closed the door. "N-nothing." I forced a stiff smile and hurried to put on my clothes. "Don't rush to get dressed. Let me have a look." Mr. Warth shut the door behind him and eyed me up and down. Feeling uneasy, I took a step back. His gaze felt a little creepy. "Damn, kid, you're built well!" He folded his arms, looking at me as if I were a piece of art. "I ran into Mrs. Warth in the bathroom just now," I blurted out. "How was it? Exciting?" Mr. Warth grinned. "Why was she showering outside?" I asked. The master bedroom next door had a private bathroom. "Our showerhead is broken, so we've been using the outside bathroom for the past two days," Mr. Warth explained. Hearing that, I immediately understood what had happened. Mr. Warth had deliberately told me to shower at 8:30, knowing Mrs. Warth would be there simultaneously. That was why the awkward encounter had occurred. "My wife saw everything, didn't she?" Mr. Warth smirked. "I had my shorts on when I came out," I clarified. "Huh?" Mr. Warth looked surprised, then scolded me, "No wonder you finished so fast. You only took ten minutes!" "I usually shower quickly," I said awkwardly. "It's fine. Leaving some suspense is a good thing. The fact that she brought you your clothes means she wasn't mad. You're tall and fit, way better built than me. She hasn't seen a young, strong body in a long time, let alone touched one." Mr. Warth chuckled. "It was so awkward. She won't be upset, right?" I asked. "What's there to be mad about? She saw you, you didn't see her. If anyone should be upset, it's you." Mr. Warth smirked. Hearing that, I felt a bit embarrassed. He was right. Mrs. Warth was the one who accidentally walked in on me. If anything, she should be the one feeling awkward. If I had known she'd come in, I wouldn't have worn anything. I wanted to know how she reacted when she saw me. I was confident in my body and my lower part as well. At least, compared to Mr. Warth, I was much more robust. I had seen proof of that firsthand. Once, when he was drunk and desperate to relieve himself, I had to help him. Another time during the day, when Madison made out with him in the woods, I had caught a glimpse of everything. "Damn, kid, big guys like you are built differently." Mr. Warth glanced at my thighs, making me instinctively cover myself with my hand. "Why so shy? Don't tell me you're still a virgin?" Mr. Warth laughed. "I…" My face turned red in embarrassment. I didn't know how to respond. Back in school, I had dated a girl. We planned to marry after graduation but broke up because I couldn't find a good job and afford a house. I finally understood the harsh reality when she got into a Mercedes-Benz. "So, are you a virgin?" Mr. Warth asked. "I've been in a relationship before, but we broke up," I admitted. "Got dumped?" he pressed. "Yeah." I nodded. It was a painful past I didn't want to remember. "Because you had no money?" Mr. Warth continued. His sharp gaze pierced right through me. Just from my expression, he already knew the answer. He said, "Matthew, the world is cold and harsh. If you have money, you can do whatever you want. But if you don't, you won't have dignity, let alone love." "Is money really that important?" The moment I asked, I realized how naive I sounded. "Money isn't everything, but without it, you're nothing. Everything costs money, houses, cars. Do you know how much it costs to get married? How many men have watched the woman they love walk away just because they were broke?" Mr. Warth said. I fell silent. He wasn't wrong. Without money, you don't even have dignity. What love could you possibly talk about? "Don't go to bed too early tonight. Tomorrow, you'll thank me." Mr. Warth patted my shoulder. Watching him leave, I pondered his words. He told me not to sleep early. Was he implying that tonight, he and Mrs. Warth would… Carefully, I tiptoed to the door and peeked through the crack. The bathroom door was shut tight. I knew Mrs. Warth was inside, showering. Then suddenly, the bathroom door opened.

Chapter 4: First Intimate Encounter

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