YOU ARE MAKING ME CRAZY

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It was great spending time soaking in her husband's super luxurious bathroom.

The feeling of tiredness and irritation vanished immediately as she enjoyed the temperature of the water, which made her body relax.

Vira soaked while humming a little, showing that she enjoyed the ritual of washing herself.

At one point, when she woke up from the pool of water, she did not find a towel rack in her room.

"Where does the handsome master keep his towels? Why can't I see a towel or bathrobe here? Did he keep it in a special cupboard?" she asked herself, with water still dripping down her body.

"He's not joking with me?" Her feelings were getting worse. She raised her index finger, played with her wet lips, and stared at her reflection in the glass-filled wall.

"Ah, miss... You are very beautiful, your body is very beautiful!" She laughed to herself as she patted her forehead, grimacing. "What have I done here? I have prepared nothing but my stupidity, too excited enjoying someone else's bathroom!" She hissed in annoyance at the stupidity she had done.

She turned her body and surveyed the large room with mirrored walls, a bathtub, a shelf filled with bathing cosmetics. She walked along the dividing wall, finding another mirror with a glass sink, looking for where the towel storage rack was. Why couldn't she find it?

"Stupid! What should I do now with this naked, wet body?" Vira hit her head, biting her lip. Once again, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, making a pitiful face.

I want to surrender myself to the tiger, okay? Her heart whispered sadly.

Not wanting to run out of wits, she took her wet clothes, lifted them, and sniffed. The unpleasant aroma from having worn them all day made her endure the nausea from her body odor.

"I will not wear these wet and smelly clothes. It's useless to soak in expensive soap if I have to combine it with the bacteria I've thrown away!" She sighed exasperatedly.

Knock! Knock!

"Vira, how much longer do you want to take a shower? An hour has passed. Are you okay?" The sound of knocking on the door, accompanied by her husband's voice, made Vira startled.

"Yes, yes..." she replied nervously.

"What's with your voice? You're not doing strange things in my bathroom, are you?" Vino asked suspiciously.

"Damn it!" Vira hissed a little.

"Then hurry up and get out, I want to take a shower too, or... you don't mind if I join you at this time. After all, you've seen how my body is beautiful, right?" He teased his wife with a small smile.

Vira patted her forehead at the absurd words of her husband. Already, she had to hold back her pride. For now, she needed her husband's help.

"Vino… would you like to help me?" Vira asked hoarsely. She approached the door where her husband's knock had come.

Vino arched his brows. His wife's voice sounded different, and it made him wonder. "Help? Would you like me to help you take a shower? Why didn't you say it in the first place?" He turned the door handle, which made his wife scream.

"You! What are you doing?!" She shouted while holding down the door with her back.

Hearing his wife's scream, Vino laughed happily.

Even though the door was locked,

"Don't try to get in, or I'll kill you!" Vira threatened.

Instead of being afraid, Vino held his stomach, laughing. Killing? He couldn't imagine how his wife would kill him if he dared to enter this time. That threat didn't sound funny.

"Vino! Keep away from the door, I beg you! This time, I beg you, watch out if you dare to open this door!" Vira raised her voice.

"What's with you in there? You make me suspicious. What if you're in danger? I have to break down this door to save you. Am I wrong?" Vino made an alibi.

You're the dangerous one! Vira thought irritably.

"Yes, yes, you are right! I am in danger right now, but breaking this door is not the way to save me. If you want to save me, can you get me a towel, bathrobe, or clothes? It will save my pride. I beg you!"

"Hah!" Vino was stunned to hear his wife's words from behind the door. "What did you say earlier?" Vino asked to be clearer.

"Yeah... I don't have a towel or anything here. I'm so clumsy and stupid. Can you help me?" Vira whispered while covering her face with her palms. Her face was as red as a boiled shrimp; she had just finished bathing, but her body was even hotter.

"Mmm... well, I don't keep anything in the bathroom because I'm not someone who likes to dry myself in there. I keep towels in the cupboard here, in front of the entrance. You can take them by opening your door just a little," Vino said while leaning his shoulder against the wall, deliberately playing with his wife.

"Can't you help me get it?" Vira's voice sounded soft and begging.

"Alright, alright," Vino relented. "What color do you like? I don't keep pink in my closet."

Vira sighed with relief at Vino's words. It meant her husband would help her right now. Vino wasn't that bad!

"Any color is fine, but I think more about the size," Vira answered in a voice that already sounded calmer.

"Okay, what size do you want?" Vino asked again.

"It should at least be more than 150 cm wide," Vira requested.

"I don't know the width of each towel here. Are you still willing to wait? I'll have someone measure the width first!"

"You want to die, don't you!" Shouted Vira angrily. "I've been expecting a lot from you. Now just give me what you usually wear! I'll wear it too!" Vira asked forcefully.

"Oh no, I don't like sharing towels, let alone things I usually wear. That means we share bodies," Vino replied, refusing with a flushed face. He couldn't imagine his wife wearing the towel that used to wrap around his waist.

After all, the size was too small for a woman. How would she cover her upper body? Geez! Vino's mind flew everywhere as he imagined his wife's body while wearing a towel that couldn't completely cover her body.

"Vino, are you still there?" Vira asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I've already taken one for you. You open the door, and I will hold out this towel while turning around."

Vira nodded in agreement with her husband's suggestion. That sounded very sensible.

"Alright, hand me the towels on the count of three," she begged.

"Good," Vino agreed.

Vira started counting. "1, 2, Th---"

Opened!

"OH MY GOODNESS!!"

The sound of screaming from the next room made Vino startled. He accidentally raised his hand, which was sticking out toward the bathroom door, and dropped the towel on the floor.

Vira grumbled to herself. She hurriedly bent down, reached for the towel that had fallen some distance from the door.

Vino turned around spontaneously.

"Sorry, I accidentally dropped the towel—"

"AW! YOUR MUSCULAR BODY MADE ME LOSE THIS NIGHT! YOU ARE MAKING ME CRAZY!"

"DO YOU WANT TO SLEEP WITH ME!"

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