Chapter 4

Tiffany's underwear was soft and smooth. Her scent lingered on it. As I clutched it in my hand, I couldn't resist thinking about what I overheard last night.

This thrilled me even more. I couldn't really do anything with Tiffany, but couldn't I at least fantasize about it while using her belongings? With that thought in mind, I unbuckled my belt and stuffed her underwear inside my pants.

Just as I was about to jerk myself off, there was a knock at the door. I was scared out of my wits and almost lost it. With just the two of us at home, it had to be Tiffany who was knocking. I quickly took out her underwear and placed it on the towel rack.

Feeling guilty, I stuttered, "Hey, Tiffany. Did you need me?"

"Tom, are you up to no good in there?" she asked.

"Huh? I-I'm not!" I replied, my voice full of guilt.

"Why is your voice trembling then?"

Her question sent a wave of fear through me. I broke out in a cold sweat.

Although Tiffany seemed open-minded about such things, she had clearly told me not to make any advances toward her. If she found out I had just been doing something inappropriate with her underwear, she'd probably think I was defying her and might even kick me out.

Still, I had no idea how to explain myself, so I helplessly muttered, "Really, I wasn't. I just have a stomach ache… and I'm sweating."

"Why are you sweating? Are you sick?" Tiffany asked in concern this time.

"I don't know. I just feel unwell," I said.

"Open the door. Let me take a look at you."

"T-That doesn't sound like a good idea."

"Why not? You're like a kid to me anyway. Come on. Open up!"

I felt a bit disheartened. Did she only think of me as a kid? That explained why she acted with such abandon in front of me. Perhaps she never even considered coming to me for... that kind of thing.

Keeping my waist bent, I opened the bathroom door. After coming in, she didn't look at me right away but instead glanced over at the towel rack.

I gasped inwardly. Did she notice something?

Out of guilt and nervousness, I dared not meet her eyes.

Meanwhile, she walked over to the towel rack and asked with a smile, "Did you touch my underwear?"

"N-No, I didn't." I shook my head vigorously.

"Really? Then why are you blushing? Be honest now. Were you about to do something with my underwear but got interrupted by me? Is that why you felt too guilty to let me in?"

I started to wonder if she had X-ray vision—how did she know what I was doing and thinking?

Tiffany gave me a once-over, and when she noticed how I'd crouched over, too afraid to straighten up, the suspicion in her eyes grew stronger.

"Stand up straight," she commanded.

Since she was Donald's wife, I dared not disobey her order. And once I did, the state I was in could be seen right away. I knew she had figured it out.

I closed my eyes, too scared to meet her gaze. However, I could sense her slowly crouching down in front of me. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. I didn't know what she was about to do.

The way she was crouched before me felt too suggestive. My imagination couldn't resist running wild.

I sneaked a glance and saw her staring intently at my groin. Sighing, she said, "Wouldn't it be great if Donald were as impressive as you down here?"

Her eyes were filled with a look of longing.

My mind went completely blank. I was anxious and had no idea what to say. After a while, she stood up again, and I quickly covered my groin with my hands.

"You need to bottle up your sexual desire. Save your energy for Dorothy instead," Tiffany said as she suddenly drew nearer. "Truth be told, I'm teasing you on purpose. I know it's wrong, but I have to do this for Donald's sake. You're just too shy. I need to find a way to get you to lower your inhibitions. You can take your hands off too. I'm a married woman. I've seen it all before."

What a strange method she employed to get me to lower my inhibitions… I felt like I was going to die.

"Come out of the bathroom," Tiffany said. "I'll call Dorothy, and we'll hang out together. I'll help you get closer to her. Let's see if she'll let you follow her back to her place this afternoon. Hopefully, you can get the deed done. That way, Donald's company can turn things around for itself as soon as possible too."

Tiffany's hips swayed as she strutted out. I trudged along as told, my palms sweaty from nerves.

The tension was building inside me. Tiffany had teased me so many times, yet I couldn't get any release for my pent-up desires. I felt like I was going to explode, but for Donald's sake, I had to endure it.

Tiffany sat on the couch and called Dorothy. "You don't want to go out? Why not? No way! I want you to come with us. If you don't, I'll have Tom haul you down.

"Huh? You think I'm crossing the line? So what? What are you going to do about it?

"That's settled then. Five minutes, I'll be waiting at the door."

After ending the call, Tiffany smiled at me. "It's all set. Get changed. You'll be driving us, and remember to keep an eye on the rearview mirror. I've got a surprise waiting for you."

"Okay," I mumbled before heading off to my room. I felt curious as I looked forward to the surprise she mentioned.

I quickly changed my clothes and waited at the entrance with Tiffany. Soon after, Dorothy came out to meet us. She was wearing a red dress that made her skin look even brighter. The V-neck collar of her dress revealed a large patch of her chest.

I was stupefied. Her figure was even better than I'd imagined.

Dorothy seemed to be avoiding my gaze on purpose. Linking arms with Tiffany, she walked straight past me.

I felt puzzled and a bit despondent. She seemed to be fine with me when I was massaging her earlier, but now, she was being so cold. She didn't even spare me a glance.

Did I do something wrong? Did I upset her?

We headed downstairs together, with Dorothy and Tiffany chatting happily the whole time, while I felt invisible.

I was feeling pretty down, but once we got in the car, I remembered what Tiffany had said. She told me to keep an eye on the rearview mirror for a surprise. I was really curious to know what the surprise could be, so I kept sneaking glances at the mirror.

Tiffany and Dorothy chatted with each other animatedly the whole time. I couldn't tell what the surprise was, honestly.

"Tiffany, where are we going?" I purposely turned to look behind me on the pretense of asking about our next destination. Still, I was unable to see any form of surprise in the backseat.

But I ended up accidentally making eye contact with Dorothy. Her cheeks went scarlet instantly at that moment. A split second later, she averted her gaze awkwardly.

Still, I captured the panicked and uneasy look on her face. It made my heart skip a beat.

I had a feeling that Dorothy was stuck in a dilemma instead of being angry with me. She wasn't sure if she should get involved with me, which explained why she had been ignoring me all this time.

I was secretly pleased. This meant Dorothy was interested in me.

"Let's go to the Wanderer Square," Tiffany suggested.

I hummed in response before fiddling with my phone to search for the route leading to the Wanderer Square. After that, I started the car and began driving toward our destination.

On the way there, I kept glancing at the rearview mirror. What exactly was the surprise Tiffany had told me about?

We ran into traffic, and as the car crawled forward at a snail's pace, I glanced at the rearview mirror again.

What I saw shocked me—Dorothy was discreetly taking off her underwear.