Ethan’s Vengeance of Love

However, Bruce still tried to clamp down on his body’s urges because the last thing he wanted was to humiliate himself in public. As a result, his face started to turn scarlet from controlling his bladder so forcibly.

It was clear that Alice was thoroughly enjoying his torment. She didn’t even bother glancing at him when she beckoned to the staff in charge of the music. “Please play that lovely whistling song by Molly Lewis.” She felt absolutely no guilt whatsoever and sounded especially gleeful when requesting that specific song.

“A—Do you like the whistling songs from Molly Lewis as well, Miss Woland? What a surprise! I do too.” Irvin didn’t know what she was planning and simply thought that she genuinely wanted to listen to this song.

As for the way he addressed her, he didn’t dare to call out her first name so brazenly because there was no wedding celebration, and the Knight Family hadn’t disclosed Ethan and Alice’s relationship even though they had already registered their marriage.

On the other hand, Ethan shot Alice a knowing look. First, it was beer, and then whistling. Combining these two things, he could only come up with one possibility and stole a look at Bruce. But Bruce has arms and feet. It cannot be true, right? Unless…

At the same time, Bruce was giving Alice the death stare and desperately wanted to tear her from limb to limb. She’s doing this on purpose. She wants me to humiliate myself in public!

Nevertheless, Alice wasn’t the least bit bothered by him or his glare. Meanwhile, the staff was efficient, and the whistle song started playing in a matter of minutes.

The second the song started, Bruce immediately reacted to it. Even though he tried with all his might to maintain a chokehold on his bladder, his efforts were all for naught. He was already at his limit—over his limit, even—plus the stimulation from the whistle song, which dealt a critical blow to him mentally and physiologically, and he soon felt a slow, warm flow leak down from his inner thighs.

Initially, he still had the mind to make a final struggle and tried to control the flow, hoping to cut it off somehow. Alas, the moment it started, it became harder to control, and his futile efforts were rewarded with a gush of liquid instead.

“What’s that smell?” Next to Bruce, Irvin’s face wrinkled into a frown, and he started sniffing around in confusion. “I smell something funky.”

only from trying to hold back his bladder but also from shame. H-How could I… How am I going to

Bruce’s feet, which was the source of

wondered how a person could who was almost thirty do such a

restrooms are? Even if you don’t know where they are located, you should, at least, solve it in a corner instead of embarrassing yourself in the hall while everyone is watching!” Irvin shouted as he jumped away, afraid that his shoes would be soiled. This is so

his voice. As a result, his

Irvin was probably kidding or simply playing a prank on Bruce because they didn’t believe that a man of his age would relieve himself in public. Yet, they were dumbstruck when they approached Bruce and caught sight of the puddle beneath him

his mind? Why did he do something

scene a long time ago, staying away from the

going through Bruce’s chest—fury, anxiety, and shame—and his cheeks were utterly aflame. Right now, all he wanted to do was to find a hole to bury

there was no hole for him, but he still wanted to escape from the scene. Unfortunately, his butt was still glued to the barstool because the adhesive was simply too strong, and

the back and slowly headed toward the door. As the stool was quite heavy, his awkward movements

moron doing now?” Frankly, Irvin felt that he had no words to describe his

is. Why did he take the stool with him?” someone couldn’t

“Beats me.”

Alice. Their minds were all wondering why Bruce would drag the stool along instead of leaving

to boot.

he lose his

in public but also…” the person who said this trailed off on purpose, but everyone already knew