Sharing a Bed with Another Man's Girl
After finishing their meal, they headed to the sofa and turned on the TV.
As soon as they settled in, Levich naturally laid her head on Ivan's lap.
"…What is this?"
"Your thighs are so firm, it feels secure. It's not like they're gonna wear out from a little use, right?"
"……."
He had his doubts about her fidelity—did she really have a boyfriend?—but this wasn't the first time, so he let it slide.
Click click.
She lay there, flicking through channels with the remote.
But there was nothing worth watching, so she eventually turned her head, buried her face in his stomach, and stretched languidly.
"Ah…! Seriously, there's nothing fun on these days. Might as well watch YouTube."
"Cultivate an eye for analyzing current affairs and documentaries. You can't keep scraping by forever."
"Ooh, look at you, Mr. Teacher. Even our boss doesn't nag me like that."
She turned back, furrowing her brow as she met Ivan's gaze.
Ivan's blank expression locked with Levich's obvious irritation, and neither backed down for a long while.
After some time, Ivan was the first to look away.
As he turned his head to the TV, she finally cracked a smile.
"Why dodge my eyes like that? Am I scary?"
"Just don't feel like wasting more energy. It's a rare vacation—time to relax."
"Heh… Even a cold executioner like you needs a break, huh?"
"No one can move forever without rest; we're only human."
It was obvious, but he explained it step by step, considering her level.
"Fair enough. We can't keep this up forever anyway… Prepping for what's next isn't a bad idea."
Surprisingly, she nodded in quick agreement.
It was a thought anyone in the shadows might have.
Retirement wouldn't come without enemies—plenty of them.
A turbulent end was inevitable.
"Nothing to watch. Wanna see a movie instead?"
"A movie?"
"Yeah. You pay, of course—just one flick together."
"……."
What's with this kid, declaring she'll spend my money so boldly?
Absurd, but Ivan started scrolling through the TV guide for a movie anyway.
"Hmm… Ah, let's watch that one!"
After digging around, Levich's eyes lit on one.
The movie was titled [Elvia Lupin's Fifty Shades].
The sticky vibe of the name made it obvious: adult film.
"…You wanna watch that?"
"Been wanting to for ages. When else am I gonna get the chance?"
"……."
No big deal, really.
Ivan bought it and hit play right away.
He got up briefly, killed the living room lights, drew the curtains, and set the mood like a real theater.
"Watching porn doesn't mean I'm getting any weird ideas, right?"
"…What would I do to a girl who's already taken? Just relax and watch."
Ivan had no desire to do anything with her.
She had a boyfriend, after all—pursuing her would be the weird part.
With that in mind, the movie kicked off properly.
"……."
"……."
They watched in utter silence.
Levich gasped softly and startled at the steamy buildup or skin-on-skin scenes, but otherwise, no reactions.
They saw it through to the end, the mood holding even as the credits rolled.
Only after the credits finished did Ivan switch on the mood lamp on the round table.
"…Levitch?"
But the light revealed a face very different from her usual one.
"Haa…."
She looked shocked, mouth agape, eyes wide, lost in afterglow—like early humans discovering fire.
Her cheeks were faintly flushed.
"……."
"Levitch."
"…Does that really go in—"
Squeeze.
Ignoring her, Ivan finally pinched her cheek lightly.
"Eek…!"
"Answer when someone calls you. That movie hit deep, huh?"
"…K-Kinda?"
"Yeah?"
The usually brazen girl was stammering—a rare sight.
"Not that stimulating compared to the hype, though?"
He could see her bluffing to play tough, but Ivan let it go.
No point digging.
"Well, movie's done. Time to—"
"No! There's one more I wanna see—just that one…!"
As he moved to wrap up, she blocked him and pitched the next.
Snatching the remote, she bought and started it before he could speak.
Another steamy adult flick.
"…You."
Acting like someone awakening to sex for the first time—suspicious.
He had guesses, but pushed them aside, figuring it'd pass.
They watched five more until nightfall.
All adult movies—whether intentional or not. Fun enough, but nothing special.
Better than that would be doing it with Rosa.
The beautiful actresses panting on screen? Mere mortals next to Rosa's raw peaks.
Her eyes rolling back, beastly howls—irreplaceable rarity.
Thinking of the haughty, icy mafia boss writhing in ecstasy under him suddenly stirred him.
"…It's late. Crash here—somehow it ended up like this."
"Got it…."
To bail quick, he roused her and stood first.
Ivan headed upstairs without looking back.
"……."
Levich watched him go, then followed a beat later.
*****
Shhhh…
Ivan stepped straight into the shower, letting hot water cascade as he pondered.
His half-hard cock looked plenty intimidating at that size, but the porn had stirred him unavoidably.
…Regretting watching that.
With a girl who's taken, no less—even if she suggested it, he'd crossed a line.
Unable to justify it, a twinge of guilt hit.
"……."
Levich's reactions hadn't helped.
That flushed face mid-movie? Pure arousal, anyone could see.
Slender up top, but those thighs defy imagination.
Hate to think it, but even Buddha might waver in this spot.
Ivan scrubbed every inch under the spray, toweled off feeling refreshed, and exited.
"Hoo…."
The hot water had eased stray thoughts and lust somewhat.
He headed naturally to the bedroom at the hall's end.
Levich can take the guest room… Feed her breakfast tomorrow and send her off.
No plans to stick close.
She had a boyfriend, after all.
Opening the door revealed the familiar room—and…
"…There's a guest room. Why are you here?"
"J-Just…?"
Levich lay prone on the bed, engrossed in something.
She whipped her head around like a startled cat, eyes meeting Ivan's.
"…Ha, guest room not comfy?"
"N-No, it's not…."
She hemmed and hawed, then mumbled almost inaudibly.
"…Scared."
"What?"
"Kinda scary sleeping alone…."
"……."
Scared to sleep alone?
The unexpected reason left him stunned briefly.
A woman killer-pro sleeping solo spooks her?
"That's your excuse?"
"C-Can't help it! Wasn't planning to stay over… Darling's always been there."
"……."
Hard to argue with that.
Felt off somehow, but she was a guest—couldn't kick her out sleepless.
…She has a boyfriend; no funny business.
His mind tipped that way.
With a proper man in her life, no dark intentions.
Ivan wasn't scum to steal another's girl—not a speck of lust.
Sharing space was awkward, but otherwise, zero chance of issues.
"…Fine, share tonight. Bed's big enough."
"…Okay."
He had no choice.
They ended up in the same bed.
The fluffy duvet and pillows felt great; Levich seemed to snuggle closer, but he ignored it.
Exhaustion hit hard today—he dozed off before checking if she'd slept.
Nothing'll happen.
*****
"Mm…."
Chirp chirp chirp!
Ivan opened his eyes to birdsong morning.
…Good, nothing happened.
No mid-sleep fondling this time.
No traces, no oddities.
"Ugh…!"
Out of bed, he stretched to shake off sleep.
Creak.
The door opened as Levich entered.
She'd woken before him, apparently.
"Up early? Not much of a morning person, huh."
"Ah, uh… N-No, I… guess…?"
But her face blazed red, stammering worse than usual, eyes saucer-wide.
"…? What's up?"
"N-Nothing! Totally fine…!"
Ivan tilted his head at the odd reaction—no proper answer came.
She bolted, slamming the door behind her.
"……."
Did I do something wrong?
Her sudden freakout left Ivan baffled.