Chapter 6: Crazy for Love

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"If my husband finds out, he'll fire you!" Mrs. Warth continued. "I-I didn't mean to," I said anxiously. No subordinate would dare touch Mrs. Warth's lingerie. If it ever happened, they would be fired. But now, what did she mean by saying this? "I know you don't have it easy. Don't do it again," Mrs. Warth warned. "I-I won't, I'm sorry," I stammered. Hearing my words, Mrs. Warth nodded. She picked up an alcohol swab and dabbed it with some medicine. "Ah!" I gritted my teeth. "Bear with it," Mrs. Warth said gently. Seeing her tending to my wound, I felt a surge of warmth. I realized she was incredibly gentle. She just said she knew I didn't have it easy. Did this mean she forgave me? I started observing Mrs. Warth. Her hands were pale and delicate. She was being cautious while disinfecting my wound, afraid of hurting me. Slowly, my gaze began to shift, and my heartbeat accelerated. As she leaned forward to tend to my wound, her nightgown happened to be low-cut. Through the neckline, I caught a glimpse of her cleavage and the well-supported curves beneath her lingerie. I couldn't help but swallow. Only now did I realize that Mrs. Warth was a seductive beauty. If she belonged to me, it would be a blessing. Before I knew it, I felt heat rising in my lower abdomen, and I noticed my body reacting. It was an unspeakable sensation. I was only wearing shorts. What if Mrs. Warth noticed? "All done." Mrs. Warth placed a bandage on my wound and smiled. "Thank you," I instinctively responded, unable to look away. At that moment, her expression changed. She had noticed my reaction. I hurriedly adjusted my shorts, flustered. "You!" Mrs. Warth covered her chest with both hands, her face pale with shock. "S-sorry, Mrs. Warth," I stammered anxiously. "Are you insane, Matthew? How could you be so perverted?" She yelled angrily. "I-I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!" I wanted to reach out to stop her but didn't dare, fearing she would get even angrier. "You pervert!" Furious, she stormed out of my room. Standing there dumbfounded, I wished I could punch myself for being so pathetic. How could I be so indecent? How could I react while she was tending to my wound? My mind was restless. I wanted to explain myself, but she had already returned to her room—I had no chance. What should I do? I had left a bad impression on her—what now? Would she tell Mr. Warth? Would she tell him I secretly took her lingerie earlier? Would she tell him about my reaction just now? Would he fire me? My mind was in turmoil. If she had told Mr. Warth, he would surely come looking for me. Until 11 p.m., I heard nothing. Maybe Mrs. Warth kept what happened a secret so he wouldn't come to find me. Lying in bed, I was wide awake, my thoughts a mess. I started thinking about Mr. Warth and Madison's incident in the woods, and my body reacted again. Madison was about my age. She had delicate features and a tall figure. Her cute canines showed when she smiled. The first time I saw her, I thought she was a pretty girl. Since we were the only two young people in the company, she often talked to me—until she became Mr. Warth's mistress. That's when we grew distant. No—more precisely, I started to resent her after she became his mistress. However, the thought of such a young and beautiful woman being pinned down by Mr. Warth strangely excited me. I couldn't sleep. Hormones flooded my brain. Then, I heard a noise. Earlier, Mr. Warth had said that tonight would be unforgettable for me. What exactly was he going to do? As I was thinking, the noise came again. It was from the next room. I jolted upright from the bed. I had good hearing. I wasn't mistaken. Something happened in the next room. It was Mr. and Mrs. Warth. They weren't asleep yet. Alerted, I got out of bed. I tiptoed to the corner near the TV stand to avoid making noise. My heartbeat quickened as I pressed my ear against the wall, trying to determine what was happening. "Honey, I miss you." "Matthew is right next door. What if he hears us?" "It's so late. He's probably already asleep." "But what if he does hear us?" Listening to their conversation, my mouth went dry. I realized that Mr. and Mrs. Warth were about to have sex. They were starting. "Don't make a sound." "Ah, don't do that!" I heard Mr. Warth's voice, and as for Mrs. Warth—she sounded so shy. No wonder he said tonight would be unforgettable. He wanted me to hear them. A rustling noise followed. I could tell they were undressing. I felt unbearably hot as I gritted my teeth. Mr. Warth was now devouring Mrs. Warth. The thought of it made me both uncomfortable and highly excited. It was a feeling I couldn't describe. I couldn't resist the urge to see for myself. "The balcony!" I thought, moving toward it. I prayed that the curtains in the next room weren't drawn. I prayed time would slow down. Reaching the balcony, a cool breeze made me clearer-headed, but I couldn't turn back anymore. This was my only chance to see Mr. and Mrs. Warth being intimate. Opportunities like this don't come twice—if I let it go, I would regret it for life. Carefully, I climbed onto the railing and looked across. I had a school long jump record of 2.7 meters, ranking first in my class. With my skills, jumping to the opposite balcony wouldn't be hard. As long as I was careful, I would be fine. Facing the cool night breeze, I silently counted to three and leaped forward.

Chapter 6: Crazy for Love

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