Chapter 228.


    <strong>Chapter 228. Valentine’s Day: Night. (4/4)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">"You should at least take a shower before you sleep.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I reopened my eyes and let out a sigh. Just when I thought the day was finally over.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I get it, I’ll take a shower.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh, I might as well help you with that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can shower on my own.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s just a small service for Valentine’s Day~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She hopped off the bed and dragged me into the upstairs bathroom directly across from my room.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t have a chance to say anything as she forcefully stripped my clothes off and pushed me into the shower.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she pulled up the shirt she had on and revealed her bare breasts I finally asked her, “What are you doing? Why are you also stripping?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I also need to take a shower, why waste water when we can do so together?” With a light pluck on her panties with a single finger, they slid down her legs on their own until they hit the mat on the floor. She picked them up with her toes, wrapped my shirt she’d worn around her panties, then dropped them in a basket off to the side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After she threw the clothes she stripped off of me on top of hers she stepped in the tub directly behind me and stretched her arms around my side to turn the water on. When the warm water struck me the tension in my body dissipated. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasant sensation of the water as it bombarded me. Two soapy hands moved about my back up my shoulders and down my arms before they wrapped around to my front.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Being able topletely rx and having someone do this sort of thing for you was unexpectedly pleasurable in its own way.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t put up any resistance and let her do as she pleased. When she finished with my upper body I suddenly felt her hands ruffling through my hair. A creamy substance was being rubbed into my hair.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The way her fingers moved across my scalp rubbing it in at the roots reminded me of how it felt when they shampooed your hair before getting a haircut. When youpletely rxed all the muscles in your body and had your scalp massaged in such a fashion it always felt abnormally good.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After a few minutes, she used the showerhead’s strongest setting to wash out the shampoo. The pinpoint pressure from the water as it barraged my scalp provided a therapeutic effect. The sound of water sttering directly against the back of my skull was unusually calming.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I went through one more round of this pleasant experience when Irene used conditioner in my hair.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My head bobbled about freely in whatever direction Irene applied force. The muscles in my neck loosened up in the process.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I thought she was done I heard her sniffing behind my neck.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s still there... that scent.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way. You’re just imagining things, aren’t you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’m certain I’m not imagining it. You should take a bath instead.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Seriously?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. It’s going to bug me all night if I keep smelling it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She filled up the tub with warm water and bubble bath. When it was full, I was unable to escape as she dragged me down into the water with her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She buried my neck between her cleavage beneath the water. Her legs bent up out of the water, through the bubbles, and under my arms to my sides. She scooped up water with her hands,thered my body with the bubbly water, and thoroughly rubbed it into my skin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Seriously, why is the smell so distinct, especially from the back of your neck? It’s almost as if a girl had their arm over your neck in a buddy-buddy fashion and dragged you around a store for a really long time,” Irene grumbled in annoyance.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ah… I suddenly understood. No wonder… I’d been stuck in a headlock and dragged around the mall for hours.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Irene raised her right leg out of the water and curled it over my leg under the water.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She used the soles of her feet to rub my legs. She started at my feet and slowly worked her way up to my shins and thighs. Her leg eventually came to a stop when the back of her calf hit something.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmmmm~ it seems I almost forgot to clean somewhere.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">What she hit was hidden within the thick foam of bubbles above the surface of the water.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Please ignore that,” I pleaded, slightly embarrassed as I’d obviously rxed too much. My body reacted on its own because I hadn’t paid enough attention. I didn’t even realize it had reached this state until Irene bumped into it with her leg.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If I didn’t discover it, I might have ignored it... but now that I have, we might as well have it properly cleaned while we’re at it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She raised her leg out of the water and rested the sole of her feet parallel to it. Her foot was fully covered by the foam so I couldn’t see anything she was doing. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t feel her petite toes curl and wrap over the head. She applied some downward force and I could feel her big toe being pushed out to the side as it slid down my shaft. The shaft was squeezed between her big and second toe. The only thing I could see was her leg below knee-level out of the water as it bobbed up and down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her hands slid down over my shoulders, down my chest, until they extended down into the foam and came to a stop on my abdomen. Her fingers dug into my abdomen as she massaged it while using her foot to stimte my unseen erection.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was something erotic about being unable to see what was going on beneath the foam. The fact that something so lewd was going on in in sight only to be hidden beneath a thinyer of bubbles somehow spurred one’s imagination to run wild.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A few minutester when I reached my limit, my hands raised out of the water and clutched firmly onto Irene’s thighs. Just a bit more and I would ejacte, but Irene suddenly stopped moving her right leg and pulled it away with augh, “Haha, there, it should be clean now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Hah? Clean? Hold up. Did she just edge me?


    <span style="font-weight:400">My breathing was a bit disorderly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Irene… hah… hah… clean, you say?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Remember, I was just helping to clean you up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Evil. She was worse than the devil.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you sure you cleaned it properly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Did you want me to keep going? Are you a dirty boy who still needs to be cleaned? I’m pretty sure I’ve been quite thorough though, don’t you think?” She whispered in a seductive tone directly into my left ear while rubbing the region directly beneath my abdomen with her dainty little fingers underwater.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I gulped. Did she seriously intend to stop here if I agreed with her? I could… totally see it happening.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Could it be you were getting off to me dutifully washing your body?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You can hardly call that washing my body.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Flicked the tip of my erection with her big toe.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was that supposed to be a hint?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You did around the sides and top properly, but can you say you thoroughly cleaned the tip or underside?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh~ now that you mention it, I suppose I did miss a few ces then.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I felt the bottom of her big toe brush over my urethra back and forth a few times. She gradually slid the sole of her foot over the top of the head until her heel hit the rim. She reversed her direction and slid until the ball of her foot came into contact with my urethra.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She repeated this action several times before she moved to the underside. She used the back of her heel to stroke along the underside.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As I reached the limit of what I could bear for the second time, my grip on her thighs strengthened again to which she removed her foot.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Irene…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did I make you mad? Are you holding some sort of grudge about something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all~, why do you ask?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Never mind… it’s nothing.” It was the scent. Definitely the scent. She may not outright say she’s holding it against me, but she definitely was. This was no doubt a form of punishment foring home smelling like another woman on Valentine’s Day.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Heheheh.” She giggled to herself happily and didn’t continue any further.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, that smell seems to be gone now, so how about we get out?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh, yeah… right…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She stood up behind me and pulled me up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She dried me off and dragged me back to the room where I put on my usual shorts to bed. When I tried to put on one of my shirts, she forced me into a in ck t-shirt that smelled like her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The only problem I had when Iid down on the bed was that I couldn’t calm down a certain part of my body. On the bed, with my back to her, she hugged me from behind while she held both my hands. Her gesture suggested she wouldn’t allow me to relieve myself after she’d edged me twice.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was forced to go to bed in such an ufortable manner while she slept quite peacefully behind me. I could only curse out that terrible goth girl in my heart for causing me such an awful problem. At the end of the day, Irene held the power in this household with the ce being under her name. There wasn’t much I could do if she wanted to dish out some punishment to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Though it took a few hours, I eventually fell asleep and brought a close to this horrible day.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What was the final thought I had before I fell asleep?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Valentine’s Day is truly horrifying.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That was it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">From the bottom of my heart, I sincerely wished I’d never have such an awful Valentine’s Day experience again.