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 they

they were dirty. I changed them three times last night. It was wet and cold but someone didn't care. So I had to

pairs of pajama pants in one

was too worried, so I made a video call with

was level with his face. It faintly showed his actions of scrubbing something. "Baby, did you dream about your

my hubby? How shameless, he barely even made the

the way, is your stomach still

me meaningfully, his hands still busy. "My stomach

I muttered, feeling puzzled. "Why?

for a moment and quickly grasped my meaning. His expression, previously somewhat roguish, suddenly turned dark.

say next, he said with a sinister tone, "I

pants dirty so many times in one night? Wasn't it due to incontinence?" I considered his dignity and didn't dare

soil their pants no matter the reason, so I had to save him some

but his expression grew even darker. It started to turn

were