Chapter 5: Got Caught

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The scene froze. Mrs. Warth emerged dressed in a red nightgown. Her hair was damp, her side profile was stunning, and her fair skin had a rosy glow. She was holding a towel, drying her hair. Her ample, round chest stood proudly, and water droplets clung to her slender legs. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my eyes wide open. The red nightgown was sheer, faintly revealing the lingerie underneath. Even in my dreams, I had never seen such a beautiful sight. I wished I could rush up and embrace her. Mrs. Warth hadn't noticed me. Her steps were graceful, and her bust swayed slightly with each movement. Watching her walk into the room, I breathed—those few seconds of seeing Mrs. Warth after her bath felt like an eternity. I genuinely envied Mr. Warth's ability to marry Mrs. Warth. To me, he had succeeded in life. I felt sorry for Mrs. Warth when I knew Mr. Warth would abandon her. Later, I washed the dirty clothes I had changed out of. Entering the bathroom, I washed the dirty clothes in the sink. In summer, clothes don't need thorough washing. They need a bit of detergent, a few scrubs and a rinse. When I finished and was about to leave the bathroom, I noticed the laundry basket with Mrs. Warth's clothes. Her red dress and lingerie were placed separately in two baskets. I ignored the red dress and focused on the lingerie. It still carried her scent. Quietly closing the door, I picked up the blue bra. It was large. When I opened my palm, I realized it was about the same size as my hand. Back in school, I played basketball. I could hold a ball with one hand. My hands were big, but now, I truly understood Mrs. Warth's natural endowments. People have desires. Once they get something, they want more. My eyes had already fallen on the black panties. I picked them up, my hands trembling violently. I examined them closely, picturing Mrs. Warth wearing them in my mind. Holding them carefully, my heart pounded, and my palms started sweating. The fabric was silky, and the patterns were beautiful. Just as I was about to sniff the lingering fragrance, Mrs. Warth suddenly walked in. The air froze. I stared at her, the panties just inches from my nose. I snapped out instantly and quickly tossed the panties into the laundry basket. She had been smiling at first, but then, her smile faded. I wished I could disappear. I felt helpless, and my face burned with shame. "You!" Mrs. Warth was trembling with anger. "I…" I stammered, desperate to explain, but no words came out. How could I be so stupid? This was her home. How could I have picked up her underwear and smelled it? I was such a pervert. Would she think I was a pervert? This wasn't the truth. It was a misunderstanding. "How could you do this?" Her face was flushed red. "I... I just wanted to help wash them, too," I blurted out in desperation. That was the dumbest thing I could have said. There was no way she would believe me. Mrs. Warth didn't respond. She just stared at me, making me feel even more uneasy. I didn't know how to explain in a way she would believe. "I... I'll go hang the clothes," I mumbled, trying to escape the situation. She didn't reply. She just stood there watching me. Grabbing the washed clothes, I didn't dare look at her. I noticed a bruise on her thigh from the corner of my eye. Was that from when she and Mr. Warth had sex? Did he grab her too hard? Mr. Warth was the real pervert. Who knew what kind of torment he put her through? He trained Madison. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have acted that way in the woods. I slipped and fell to the ground as I rushed out of the bathroom. The pain in my knee nearly brought me to tears. I never expected to be this pathetic. "Matthew, what happened? Are you okay?" Mr. Warth came over after hearing the noise. "I'm fine." I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stand up. "You're not fine! Look at your knee. It's scraped!" he said. Forcing a smile, I noticed Mrs. Warth standing in the bathroom doorway behind him. Her expression was complicated. I didn't know what she was thinking, but at least she wasn't mocking me. If this had happened outside, people probably would've laughed at me. "Honey, go get the first aid kit and help Matthew clean his wound," Mr. Warth instructed. Her expression turned slightly unnatural as if she wanted to say something but didn't. "Hurry up," Mr. Warth insisted, helping me and leading me into the room. I felt uneasy. How could I trouble Mrs. Warth? Would this make her unhappy? "What happened? What's going on?" Mr. Warth asked as he set me on the bed. "I was washing clothes in the bathroom when I ran into Mrs. Warth. I got nervous and slipped out," I replied awkwardly. "Why so nervous? She's not a tiger," Mr. Warth said, annoyed. "I don't know why. But I'm fine now," I replied. "You're not fine. But hey, this is a great chance for you to get closer to her. You should take advantage of it," Mr. Warth said, patting my shoulder. I mulled over his words, and before long, Mrs. Warth appeared with a first aid kit. "Matthew scraped his knee. Clean the wound first. You can hang the clothes later," Mr. Warth instructed. "Mm," she responded, placing the kit on the nightstand before picking up my clothes. Watching her walk to the balcony to hang my laundry, I glanced at Mr. Warth. "Don't get distracted. You'll see her daily from now on," he advised before leaving the room. As the door closed behind him, I returned to the balcony. Mrs. Warth was hanging my clothes, including my underwear, on the balcony. I never imagined she would do that for me. I was just an employee from the countryside. How did I deserve this kind of treatment? "Does it hurt?" she asked, standing before me. "It's not too bad," I forced a smile while sitting on the bed. "Why did you touch my underwear?" she asked, her tone calm as she took out the disinfectant. Shame filled me. I didn't know how to respond. I just knew I had to face the consequences.

Chapter 5: Got Caught

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