The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 102
“What do you hate?”
“Haa, this…”
“You’ll have to say exactly what you mean for me to understand.”
“…”
Unable to bring herself to say it, Johanna only gave him a resentful look and kept her mouth shut. Leonid chuckled softly, brushing aside her damp hair. He’d only climaxed twice, and it still wasn’t nearly enough for him, but he decided to hold back this time, knowing that pushing further might truly make her cry.
“Hmph…!”
As he pulled his c**k out of her, Johanna shuddered and shrank her body. Thick s***n oozed from the gaping hole. Leonid pulled her hand, making her push the dripping s***n back inside. Naturally, Johanna recoiled in disgust, struggling against him.
“It’s a waste. You’ll need to keep every drop if you want to carry my child.”
“…”
“Well… there’s always more time if not today.”
He sneered, effortlessly lifting her into his arms again. His destination this time was the bathroom. Leonid set the exhausted Johanna in the tub and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature.
“…?”
Johanna blinked at him in a daze, not believing her eyes. It seemed as though he intended to at least run her a bath.
Was the s*x so satisfying that he was showing her this kind of kindness? Her thoughts drifted as she bowed her head in shame. The memory of that fluid gushing out haunted her.
‘How… how could something like that happen…’
She wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. Even if it hadn’t been urine, it had come from the same place. The thought disgusted her. She felt so utterly humiliated and ashamed.
“Are you sleepy?”
He asked softly. At some point, he had returned to his usual tone. Johanna remained silent, her face buried in her knees.
The water in the tub gradually rose, and soon the scent of roses gently filled her senses. It seemed he had added some bath salts.
…She hadn’t expected him to go as far as preparing bath salts… Johanna wiggled her toes and opened her eyes slightly. She saw the water turning a soft pink as the bath salts dissolved.
Then, in the next moment, the water rippled as another weight joined her in the tub. Startled, Johanna quickly lifted her head. Her eyes met Leonid’s as he sat across from her.
“…Why…?”
She had thought he would leave her in the bathroom, but instead, he suddenly entered the water. Was he planning to do it again here…? Johanna’s gaze darted around nervously.
“To wash you.”
“What…?”
Her eyes widened in disbelief. Leonid, acting as if it was no big deal, picked up a sponge and started making suds. Johanna blinked in confusion, still too stunned to respond.
“Come here.”
“…I-I can just do it myself…”
“I always wash you anyway. Don’t be difficult, come here.”
Once again, his words left her in disbelief. Johanna froze, her eyes wide like a startled rabbit.
…He’s always washed me?
It wasn’t the maids who did it?
“Every time… you, my Lord, washed me?”
“Who else do you think would have done it?”
She stared at him in disbelief as he responded as if her question was absurd. Was he the type to easily offer such gestures of care? But, given his germophobic tendencies… washing someone else’s dirty body himself?
When Johanna remained frozen, Leonid let out an irritated sigh, grabbed her arm, and pulled her closer. He began scrubbing her upper body roughly, as if merely fulfilling an obligation he wanted to get over with quickly.
“…”
Johanna let him handle her silently, confused. …Could it be that his inability to tolerate filth extended to others, so he couldn’t stand seeing someone else dirty? Yet, it was he who had made her do something so humiliating earlier. It didn’t make sense. The more she thought about it, the more tangled her mind became.
“Now that I think about it, it’s kind of annoying.”
“…?”
He said suddenly, squeezing the sponge.
“I’m the only one washing you. I’m the only one doing the caressing.”
“…”
Johanna wanted to refute that statement. First, she had never asked him to wash her, and second, what he called “caressing” felt more like devouring. Every time he bit and sucked at her, she felt like she was being treated like some oversized dessert.
“Now, you wash me too. Let’s be fair.”
He handed her the sponge with a demand. Johanna, taking the sponge without thinking, opened her mouth to protest but closed it again in shock. …Wash him? Really? She couldn’t believe he was asking her to do something so intimate. Then again, after everything they had already done, washing him hardly seemed like a big deal.
