The Landlord Is a Tasty Fish
Angela, still trembling from nerves, washed my body with gentle hands.
She used a lathered shower towel, and even though it wasn’t bare skin touching me directly, the simple fact that Angela was the one washing me made every part of me tingle.
And yet, that was all. Nothing else happened.
That was because Angela never once let her eyes drift down to my body.
Even when she had no choice but to look, she only moved her hands in silence, as if she’d seen nothing at all.
Maybe she thought that if she reacted to what she saw, it would hurt me. Or maybe she believed merely looking at my body was already rude.
I couldn’t be sure of the reason, but thanks to that, bath time turned out awkward and stiff instead of carrying the sultry atmosphere I’d been hoping for.
After that, whenever I got the chance, I kept asking Angela to bathe with me.
She was still embarrassed, but perhaps her desire to help me was stronger; in the end, she would always come to the bath.
And then, a few days later.
Once again, I was leaving my body in Angela’s care obediently.
Including the day she’d first washed me, this was our fourth bath together.
"…."
The shower towel, heavy with foam, rubbed softly across my back as I sat in front of the mirror.
Angela, behind me, was doing what she always did: silently, diligently moving her hands.
The heavy silence filled the space around us, but inside that silence, I was working my brain overtime.
This is going slower than I expected.
I’d thought that if we kept meeting like this, an opening would naturally present itself, but Angela’s attitude was just too consistent.
She didn’t act as if she’d seen my body at all, and she only kept washing me earnestly, like a real mother. Of course nothing was getting anywhere.
Maybe I needed to stop being cautious and start being more aggressive?
But even if I did, I couldn’t cross the line—and I had no real idea where Angela’s line was.
From the considerate way she acted day to day, it seemed broad enough. But if I remembered how she’d fled the bath in panic, it also seemed surprisingly narrow.
What should I do… huh?
Had I seen wrong?
It looked like Angela had just glanced at my cock in the mirror.
But now she’d lowered her head again and was washing my body as if nothing had happened.
I was about to let it go and fall back into thought, but after a moment I looked at the mirror again, and sure enough, Angela quickly dipped her head.
This time it was definite.
She had absolutely been looking at my crotch.
And not just looking—staring.
So she wasn’t as impenetrable as I’d thought.
Well, that made sense.
From her usual gentle, dignified demeanor, she didn’t seem like the type at all, but everyone had desires.
Angela and her husband had been in an unwanted marriage, so they probably hadn’t had sex often. And from what I knew of her personality, she didn’t seem like the sort to handle things alone, either.
Then, after seeing the hard cock of a young man again and again, even if she’d tried to ignore it at first, it would have become harder and harder to keep doing so.
The fact that she’d started paying attention to my body meant the boundaries she had to maintain were going to have to widen a lot more.
Once I had that reasoning in hand, I spoke without hesitation.
“Angela.”
“Y-yes?”
Her voice trembled. She must have felt guilty about peeking at me.
“You just looked, didn’t you?”
“L-looked at what…?”
“My thing.”
Angela seemed never to have imagined I’d notice, because she jumped in alarm.
“I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t trying to look on purpose, it just happened before I knew it… I’m really sorry.”
She apologized so earnestly it was almost excessive, even though I hadn’t sounded annoyed at all.
Somehow, I had the feeling things might go smoothly from here on out.
But then, just as she’d been flustered a moment ago, Angela suddenly wore a heavy expression.
Her voice, too, had sunk low and muted.
“Ian….”
“Yes?”
“Was what Verita said true? That you’d end up feeling even lonelier living in a house full of women?”
Wait, what? Ah—right. She must mean what Verita had said in the car when I first came to this house.
That I’d be like a cat unable to resist stealing fish, except I couldn’t do that, so I’d have to suppress my desires alone and end up feeling even lonelier.
“Why are you bringing that up all of a sudden?”
“….”
Angela closed her mouth at my question and hesitated.
After a brief pause, she opened her lips again.
“Actually… I saw it. When we first met here, the way you took care of yourself, Ian….”
“Ah, uh… th-that was….”
I started stumbling over my words at the unexpected confession.
But Angela didn’t seem to mind.
“When Verita first told me about it, I didn’t think it was anything that serious. But after I saw you then, I realized it was more serious than I expected.”
Unlike me, who was flustered, Angela’s gaze held only sympathy and pity.
“You’ve had a hard time, haven’t you? You couldn’t even properly take care of it because you were so worried about what women would think….”
Wait a second. Wasn’t this kind of going in a direction that was convenient for me?
I silently thanked Verita and nodded with what I hoped was a suitably dark expression.
“I wanted to help, but I couldn’t think of a way to. That’s why I asked you to bathe with me. I thought if you remembered your family, maybe your heart would feel a little lighter.”
“….”
“But instead of getting better, it seemed like that part of you only became more and more painful to bear… so I couldn’t help looking. I’m sorry….”
Heartache didn’t exactly make the lower half of you calm down, but then, Angela didn’t seem to know much about men after all.
Still, I’d never imagined the reason she’d looked at my crotch was pure concern for me.
I’d naturally assumed she’d been suppressing desire for too long, but I’d misread her completely.
I already liked Angela’s humane, warm side, but now that feeling had only grown stronger.
“I’m sorry. I asked because I thought you were interested in my body, Angela. I had no idea you were thinking about me like that.”
“A-actually, I also looked because your lower body was so eye-catching….”
So there was some of that in there, after all.
She probably could have hidden that part in this atmosphere, but the fact that she admitted it only proved she was a good person.
Either way, it was good news for me.
It would make asking her for help much easier.
“You said you wanted to help me, but couldn’t think of a way. It’s not that there’s no way at all.”
“Pardon?”
“It’s a little embarrassing, but… would you wash this for me?”
“This means….”
Angela understood what I meant, and her face turned even redder.
“B-but something like that is supposed to be done between married couples….”
“Please. You’re the only one who can help me, Angela.”
Angela fell into thought, then said hurriedly, “I-I’m just some old married woman, though. Wouldn’t it feel disgusting if I touched it? Maybe something like that should be….”
She seemed hesitant in every possible way, but I had no intention of letting this chance slip by.
“Verita said it herself. You’re a tasty fish in front of me too, Angela. Just like she said, you’re an attractive woman. And the reason mine ended up like this is because of you.”
“….”
“I said you’re the only person I can ask, but the truth is, I don’t just want anyone—I want it to be you, Angela. Please.”
Angela’s long eyelashes trembled uneasily as she looked down at the floor.
I could feel the tangle of emotions swirling inside her.
After a rather long moment of hesitation, her eyes finally lifted to mine.
“...All right.”
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Angela was still seated behind me, apparently so tense that she was silently working up foam in both hands.
“That should be enough.”
“Y-yes! I thought it might hurt if I touched it, so… I-I’ll do it.”
From her voice to her expression, she was stiff as a student about to take an exam.
But her huge breasts were soft as sponge.
How did I know? Because just then, Angela’s chest had brushed against my back.
“Oh, I’m sorry! Did that bother you? I can’t really help touching you if I’m going to wash your thing, so what should I do…?”
“It’s fine. If anything, it feels warm and nice, so you don’t need to worry about it.”
“I-is that so? All right….”
As she leaned forward again, that powerful softness swept across my back once more.
While I was savoring the sensation against my spine, Angela’s hands approached my cock, then stopped.
“I-it’s this big….”
“I’m sorry. I’ve been holding a lot in.”
“I-I see….”
She clasped both hands around the shaft, but her movements were awkward and rigid.
“It’s hot… should I just move like this?”
“Yes. Please.”
“….”
Swish, swish.
Her white, slender fingers slid along my cock.
She gently stroked not only the veins rising along the shaft but the glans as well, and a soft wave of pleasure rolled through me.
Angela still seemed embarrassed, or maybe she thought it was rude, because she tried hard not to look at my cock.
But I wanted her to really look at it.
“Angela. If you touch it without looking, you might hurt it.”
“Oh my, I’m sorry!”
At the warning that she might injure it, she hurriedly looked down at my cock.
Her face, already red, reddened even more.
The sensation of her hands sliding smoothly thanks to the foam felt good.
Every time she shifted to steady herself, I could clearly feel her nipples rubbing against my back too.
Was it more noticeable than before?
“You said this was something married couples do, so I’m sure you washed your husband’s body before, right?”
I asked with a little expectation, remembering that she’d said the marriage had been unwanted.
“No. We never bathed together, so this is the first time I’ve ever done something like this….”
I was the first man Angela had ever given a handjob to.
In my embarrassment, even more blood rushed toward my crotch.
Swish, swish.
Her nervous movements were terribly clumsy, but at the same time, they were so gentle that I couldn’t really complain.
Still, I wanted her to start moving harder soon.
“Sorry, but could you do it a little more strongly?”
“Yes….”
Thack! Thack! Thack!
The pressure from both hands increased, and the pace picked up, sending a stronger rush of pleasure through me than before.
Thanks to that, the fact that Angela was giving me a handjob began to feel far more real.
She was the chairman of a huge corporation, a member of one of the wealthiest families in the country.
Someone like her should have been a being on a cloud, disconnected from ordinary society—yet here she was, pressing her breasts against my back and devoting herself with such care to my cock.
“Hhng. Hm. Hah.”
I could hear Angela’s breath, soft and wanton, by my ear.
My cock was big enough that she had to keep sweeping over the entire length without pause, so she seemed to be getting winded.
Even so, despite her efforts, her movements were so inexperienced that something about it still felt just a little incomplete.
...I can’t take it anymore.
“I-is this enough…?”
Ignoring Angela’s question, I seized both of her hands.
“I-Ian?”
Even as she called out in confusion, I paid no mind and began moving the hands trapped in mine up and down with fierce intensity, as though they were a fleshlight.
Thack! Thack! Thack! Thack!
“W-wait… Ian!”
She tried to stop her hands, but there was no way she could beat me in strength.
Gripping her so tightly she couldn’t pull away and grinding away at my cock, I spread the precum leaking from my urethra across her hands.
The fact that my precum was touching Angela’s hands only made the excitement surge higher.
Once she realized she couldn’t escape by force, Angela could only be used by both my hands while letting out rough, ragged breaths.
After rubbing for a long while, I could no longer hold back the rising urge to cum, and I let it burst out.
“Kya!”
Angela let out a shrill cry in surprise, but I still had her trapped and she couldn’t run.
She stared fixedly at my cock, which was blasting semen over my shoulder.
When I finally finished cumming and several strands of semen spread across the mirror in front of me, Angela still couldn’t look away.
“I’m sorry, Angela. I just felt too good.”
“Huh? Yes….”
She murmured at the unusual amount I’d released.
“S-so much came out, and it still….”
Angela watched my still-bobbing cock with astonished eyes, as if it were asking for more.
Her face was still tinged with embarrassment, but it was a completely different sight from before, when she’d tried not to look at it at all.
That was enough proof for me that I could be even bolder now.
“I still don’t think I’m satisfied.”
I turned back around and aimed my cock at Angela.
Her gaze wavered anxiously, but it never left my crotch. Then she swallowed hard, and her throat bobbed once.
“Could I ask you to do it one more time?”