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?

"Because

last night. It was wet and

three pairs of pajama pants in one night?

I made a video call with toothpaste foam still in my

the bathroom, his phone positioned in a way that was level with his face. It faintly

who's my hubby? How shameless, he barely even made the first

still hurting? Do you

still busy. "My stomach doesn't hurt. It just

puzzled. "Why? Are you

quickly grasped my meaning. His expression, previously somewhat roguish,

to say next, he said with a sinister tone, "I don't

Wasn't it due to incontinence?" I considered his dignity and didn't dare to be

an adult to soil their pants no matter the reason, so I had to

cautiously expressing myself, but his expression grew even darker. It started to turn

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