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.”

was burning brightly, not only from trying to hold back his bladder but also from shame. H-How could I… How am I going to face others after

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 you

wondered how a person could who was almost thirty do such a thing. Even a three-year-old wouldn’t do something

corner instead of embarrassing yourself in the hall while everyone is watching!” Irvin shouted as

his voice. As a result, his voice

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 age would relieve himself in public. Yet, they were dumbstruck when they approached Bruce and caught sight of the puddle beneath him

lose his mind? Why did he do something like

the scene a long time ago, staying away

aflame. Right now, all he wanted to do was to find a

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 he couldn’t break free. He was also worried that if he used all his might to remove

slowly headed toward the door. As the stool was quite

felt that he had no words to describe his

did he

“Beats me.”

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

now he looks utterly ridiculous to boot. What’s the

he lose his

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