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.”

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

the source. Shortly after, he noticed a yellowish puddle at Bruce’s feet, which was the source of the weird smell. “What’s your problem, Bruce Yeager? How old are you? How could

was almost thirty do such a thing. Even a three-year-old wouldn’t do something

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

he was too shocked, he couldn’t control the volume of his voice. As a result, his voice boomed so loudly that almost

remark. In the beginning, they figured that Irvin was probably kidding or simply playing a prank on Bruce because they didn’t believe that a man of his

Bruce lose his mind? Why did he do something like this? Was this the act of a normal,

hand, Alice had retreated from the scene a

emotions was going through Bruce’s chest—fury, anxiety, and shame—and his cheeks were utterly aflame. Right now, all he wanted

still wanted to escape from the scene. Unfortunately, his butt was still glued to the barstool because the adhesive was simply too strong, and he couldn’t break free. He was also worried that

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

Irvin felt that he had no words to

he take the stool with him?” someone couldn’t help but

“Beats me.”

in the room knew the answer to that question, except for Alice. Their minds were all wondering why Bruce would drag the stool along instead

now he looks utterly ridiculous to boot. What’s the point of him hauling

he lose

public but also…” the person who said this trailed off on purpose,