CHAPTER 35: SNIFFING UNDERWEAR

Down the narrow hallway of Miyu’s simple house, Renji made his way to the guest room.

It was a tiny space with a single bed pushed against the wall, a worn wooden dresser, and a curtained window overlooking a neglected backyard.

"You can change in here," she said, her face nervous and unassuming. "There’s a bathroom to the left. You can uhm... take as long as you want."

She turned away, but her steps hesitated, a subtle pause that Renji caught, making his intuition tingle.

’Yeah, she would want that, wouldn’t she?’ he thought with a smirk. ’To take as long as I want.’

He didn’t want to look at the door but he knew she hadn’t closed it fully. He didn’t even hear the click.

This excited him. Knowing she was watching, and knowing that she didn’t know that he knew that she was watching.

It made his heart race with a mix of thrill and cunning.

He pretended to be completely oblivious, but to be honest, he could even hear her heavy panting from outside the door. She was as excited as he was.

Though not very good at hiding it.

Renji set his bag down on the bed and began to undress slowly, deliberately.

First, his uniform jacket came off, his skinny arms flexing as he tossed it aside, his sweat-dampened shirt clinging to his lean chest.

He felt like a stripper doing this.

It was funny, but fun. Perhaps this was what strippers enjoyed—apart from the money of course: teasing people by making them watch, knowing that they wanted them, yet couldn’t touch them.

It had its appeal.

Carefully, Renji peeled shirt next, revealing his toned, youthful torso: smooth skin, faint lines of muscle from his very occasional workouts; whenever he tried the daily looksmaxxing routine all those influencers advertised.

He never stuck with any, but he tried many to at least show a faint result in his slender frame.

Next, his hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with a clink, his pants dropping to his ankles, exposing his boxers tented with a semi-hard cock.

Renji was sure he heard a gasp.

Amused, he kicked his pants off, standing in just his underwear, his body on full display:

His legs: slender but firm, his stomach: flat with very faint traces of abs, and the outline of his thickening dick pressing against the fabric of his boxers.

Finally, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, sliding his boxers down, and springing his cock free.

It was semi-erect and veiny, his balls hanging heavy.

He heard a quiet thud, like someone had fallen outside the corridor. She must have lost her balance after seeing his cock.

He decided to pretend again like he hadn’t heard anything. He stretched, flexing his arms, his mind racing.

Then he turned toward the door, his cock swaying slightly, and headed to the bathroom, leaving his clothes in a heap.

Once he closed the bathroom door, the guest room’s door creaked open quietly. Miyu, one hand in between her thighs creeped into the room.

She wanted to head for the bathroom door first but her eyes caught his boxers.

She paused.

’What am I thinking?’ she frowned. ’This is so unbecoming of me. But...’ She stared at the blue underwear, the fabric hypnotizing her. ’Just a sniff. A sniff would be fine. I just... I want to smell his penis scent so badly.’

’I don’t know what has come over me,’ she thought as she tiptoed to the pile of clothes.

Once she was close enough, she squatted by the cloth, staring down at it before gently picking it up.

’His scent. I want to register it in my brain for some reason. It’s driving me crazy.’

She brought the boxers closer to her nose and took a deep sniff.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned softly, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. "It smells so..."

She took another sniff. "...strong."

Another. "So masculine and young."

She sniffed it again and again, touching herself through the fabric of her pants. "The scent of a man that isn’t my husband. It’s too intoxicating for me to handle."

She sunk her face into the boxers. That strong stench of manly sweet, corrupting all the cells in her brain, making her think of nothing but sniffing and sucking Renji’s cock.

’What has gotten over me?’ she asked. ’Am supposed to despise this boy.’

She heard sounds from the bathroom and turned sharply. ’He’s about to take a bath,’ she thought. ’His naked body is about to get wet. I have to see this!’

She tiptoed to the door.

Inside, Renji was met with a compact space with a deep furo tub of smooth ceramic, filled with steaming water from the heated faucet.

A narrow window with frosted glass let in filtered light, and a drain in the floor ensured no mess.

Renji sat on the stool, turning on the shower head to rinse off, the hot water cascading over his young, masculine body.

He lathered up, his hands sliding over his chest and down his stomach, washing slowly and intently.

He knew who was watching.

From her hiding spot just outside the door, Miyu’s perspective was a whirlwind of forbidden thrill and guilt.

She was pressed against the wall, her eyes glued to the crack as she peeked at Renji’s wet body.

Her heart raced like a wild animal, her breath shallow and ragged, her small breasts heaving under her tank top as she watched him wash his youthful body. His teenage muscles.

She unzipped her pants and saw just then how wet she’d gotten. Her panties were completely soaked!

’Oh god... what am I doing? He’s just a kid... a troublemaker,’ she thought. ’How can I be more horny for a boy than I have ever been for my husband.’

As though it was trying to answer her question, her pussy throbbed madly, and she had no choice but to slip through the hem of her panties and finger herself.

The sight of his veiny cock, his balls hanging heavy, sent a wave of heat through her, her fingers circling her clit as she masturbated madly, her small breasts perky under the fabric.