Feeling restless inside, images from that unhealthy night spontaneously surfaced in his mind.
In the bathtub, the woman's body was fair and voluptuous, much fuller than three years ago. The feeling under his palms was fleshy and bouncy.
Especially those two parts, they seemed to have grown much larger than they were three years ago.
Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, he wrapped the woman in a bath towel and carried her back to his large bed.
She had drunk too much alcohol, fiercely intoxicated, unaware even as he stripped her clothes to bathe her.
Although she had left, her clothes were still kept in the room on the fourth floor, a room that exclusively belonged to her.
Occasionally, he would sleep in the bed in that room.
He took the bathrobe she had once worn, unwrapped the bath towel, and when the woman's flawless body appeared before his eyes, he couldn't help but raise his hand, his distinct knuckles touching her plump lips.
