Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

I heard my phone chime.

Unsurprisingly, it was from Colin. It was a selfie he took in the bathroom. His eyes looking into the camera were filled with a mixture of grievance and satisfaction, and there was a faint blush of shyness on his face.

He was an adult carrying the shyness of a young teenager. This characteristic of a puppy-like innocence seemed incompatible with his overall demeanor.

As I pondered why he would make such a coquettish expression early in the morning, another message came in: "Guess what I'm doing?"

"Um, taking a cold shower?" I suggested according to the usual plot in a romance novel and waited for his response.

He replied and added an irritated emoji: "You're partly correct. I wasn't showering but washing my pajama pants."

What was there to be shy about washing pajama pants? Colin was becoming more and more contentious.

"Guess why I had to wash my pajama pants?"

This time, I guessed somewhat seriously. Yet, even after pondering for a full minute, I couldn't figure it out. Did something happen that really needed me to take a guess?

replied: "Because

times last night. It was wet and cold but someone

in one night?

worried, so I made a video

his face. It faintly showed his actions of scrubbing

who's my hubby? How shameless, he

did. By the way, is your stomach still hurting? Do you need to

at me meaningfully, his hands still busy. "My stomach doesn't hurt.

feeling puzzled.

a moment and quickly grasped my meaning. His expression, previously somewhat

to say next, he said with a sinister tone,

how did you get your pajama pants dirty so many times in one night? Wasn't it due to

for an adult to soil their pants no matter the reason,

expression grew even darker. It started to turn icy

like blades that were ready