Chapter 4

The extreme pleasure made my head a little dizzy. I leaned against the wall and trembled slightly. I looked at the next room again unwillingly.

Ethan and Miranda had finished making love. Miranda was lying on the bed with satisfaction and seemed to have fallen asleep.

But what surprised me was that Ethan's lower body was still hard and he didn't seem to ejaculate.

I looked at Ethan's expression in surprise. His face was slightly red. The unsatisfied desire seemed to make him very uncomfortable.

I was wondering what was going on and why he couldn't ejaculate when having sex with Miranda. Ethan suddenly jumped off the bed and walked towards the bathroom.

I also ran to the bathroom quickly. Then, a shocking scene happened.

Ethan actually looked at the mirror, growled in a suppressed manner, and began to masturbate with an intoxicated expression!

The scene I saw from the small hole in the bathroom made me feel puzzled and distressed about him instantly. Could it be that he could never get pleasure from sex with Miranda?

It took about ten minutes before Ethan finally ejaculated. A large amount of thick white semen rushed to the mirror and slowly flowed down the mirror.

Ethan looked at the semen panting, his face desperate and painful.

I stared at the semen greedily, unconsciously sticking out my tongue, imagining licking the semen off, and even imagining licking Ethan's huge lower body.

The next day was the weekend, Ethan and Miranda were resting at home. They seemed to have gone on a date during the day, and it was not until the evening that Miranda came back with Ethan with a satisfied smile.

I was about to go out again pretending to take out the garbage or tidy up the lawn, just to see Ethan, but the moment I opened the door, I remembered Ethan's painful expression when he didn't ejaculate last night, and I stopped.

I watched Miranda holding Ethan's arm and passing in front of me, without any intention of stopping, and I felt extremely lost.

Just when I was making a boring stewed carrot dinner, Miranda suddenly knocked on the door, and I opened the door with some displeasure.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, dear Michael, I think Ethan and I should thank you for renting us such a great house, and for contacting the water company so quickly to fix the water pipes, so Ethan and I prepared dinner and want to invite you to come and enjoy it together. I hope you haven't had dinner yet."

If Miranda just invited me to dinner, I think I would definitely not be interested, but when I thought about meeting Ethan, I immediately agreed happily.

"Oh, really? That's great. I was just thinking about giving up this annoying stewed carrot. I'll go with you right away!"

I followed Miranda to their house and saw that the house had been redecorated by them, adding some good furniture and hanging some murals.

Miranda warmly invited me to sit down, and brought a herb roasted chicken from the kitchen, as well as lasagna and vegetable salad, and the high-quality red wine they brought from New York.

Ethan also came out of the bathroom. This time he was wearing a dark blue robe. He just nodded slightly when he saw me.

"Thank you for taking the time to come. I just took a shower and I am dressed casually. I hope you don't mind."

His eyes were deep and charming without his glasses. He had a noble and reserved temperament, which made me feel intoxicated.

When he sat down, he lifted his robe. Inadvertently, the outline of a pair of black underwear flashed before my eyes.

I immediately noticed the unusually full bulge under his underwear. Oh, damn, I am too erotic and always think of his lower body.

I quickly looked away and focused on the food in front of me.

"It's okay. I am also dressed casually today."

I pulled off my T-shirt and loose sweatpants. Miranda laughed and poured us red wine.

Miranda was very talkative and kept talking to me about their previous life in New York. Ethan was very silent and only occasionally interrupted.

Finally, after Miranda spoke a lot, I seized the opportunity to talk to Ethan.

"Ethan, I'm actually very curious. You have such a good job and life in New York, why do you move to Greenland? I'm even more curious. You two are descendants of a big American business family. Why don't you engage in business, but become university professors?"

"The reason... is a bit complicated. It's probably because Miranda and I don't like the intrigues in the business world, and we don't like the disputes over family interests. So, we chose to escape from the family and the center of the conflict."

I'm not sure if Ethan told me the real reason completely frankly, because it seems very unusual to me.

After all, the Koch family's industry and wealth are enough for a man like Ethan to live a luxurious life, but he gave it up directly.

But Ethan didn't seem to like talking about this topic. Soon we talked about other things. While chatting, we drank red wine. Gradually, we were all a little drunk.

Miranda went back to the room drunk more than ten minutes ago. Now there are only Ethan and I at the dining table.

My eyes unconsciously stayed on Ethan's handsome face, his strong muscles, and the huge bulge in his lower body that I just saw.

My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and my body became hotter and hotter. I thought my face must have become redder and redder.

I felt the crotch of my sweatpants getting tighter and tighter, and I unconsciously reached out and touched Ethan's bare chest.

"So sexy..."

Ethan seemed to be frightened by my bold action and immediately stepped back to avoid my hand.

"I'll go to the room to see how Miranda is doing."

Watching Ethan's figure leaving in a panic, my heart was beating wildly, and I regretted my impulsive behavior just now.

I'm not sure if Ethan will stay away from me from now on because of my impulsiveness.

What should I do if he really dislikes me?