Chapter 033: Scoundrel or Utter Pervert

The fabric was as light as a cicada’s wing, its blackness rivaling the most alluring indigo fragrance in the depths of night. Silky and smooth, it slipped through his palm like the finest silk worn by ancient beauties, exuding an intoxicating scent that seemed to drive one's senses wild. Imagining that this piece of clothing had just been taken off from Su Dieyi’s most intimate place—still faintly warm—filled Li Huan with a pulse of primal, masculine desire. He even forgot that he had come in only to retrieve his own underwear, and that Su Dieyi was waiting outside to come in for her shower.

A wicked thought leapt into Li Huan’s mind—a strange longing to experience a girl’s scent up close. But before he could indulge in this impulse, Su Dieyi, already impatient, pushed open the bathroom door and walked in.

“Hurry up and get out!” Su Dieyi glanced at the shower head. Seeing that the object that had made her heart race with embarrassment earlier was now gone, she boldly ordered him to leave.

Li Huan was startled. Without thinking, he didn’t put the black lace underwear back where it belonged, but instead, like a thief not yet caught, stuffed it hurriedly into his pocket and fled in a panic.

It was only after he left the bathroom that Li Huan realized he’d inadvertently brought Su Dieyi’s underwear with him, tucked into his pocket. He’d wanted to return it, but the bathroom door was already closed, and he couldn’t very well walk in with her underwear in hand, claiming he’d made a mistake.

After a brief struggle, Li Huan wiped the cold sweat from his brow, gritted his teeth, and dashed back to his room, locking the door behind him. He leapt onto his bed, pulled the covers over his head, and took out the silky fabric from his pocket for closer inspection...

“Disgusting! Boys are all so filthy!” Su Dieyi cast a disdainful glance at the shower head, convinced it still carried the odor of Li Huan’s underwear. The memory of what she’d just seen made her feel both embarrassed and annoyed. That guy was so careless—didn’t he know a girl lived here too?

She checked to make sure the bathroom door was locked before taking off her pajamas—nothing underneath. She’d forgotten to put on underwear before coming out earlier. The thought made her blush with shame; thank goodness the pajamas were thick enough, or that rascal would have seen everything.

Warm water cascaded from the shower, enveloping her tender body. Droplets burst midair, scattering colorful light under the lamps, while steam curled around her skin, rising gently as if tender hands caressed her. It felt wonderful.

Su Dieyi rarely wore anything especially provocative, but even so, the curves of her breasts and hips, hidden beneath her clothes, were enough to set one’s pulse racing. Under the water, her silhouette became even more pronounced. Her breasts rose steeply from beneath her collarbone, the delicate buds swelling pink under the heat, vivid as blood against her snow-white skin, which glowed under the water like bread soaked in milk, begging for a bite. Below her chest, her skin was smooth and flat, as if meticulously tended, and the sudden dip below her navel drew the eye irresistibly.

A girl’s navel was another place a man longed to taste—round and sweet, with a unique allure, simply because it lay so close to that mysterious triangle. If that final barrier were ever crossed, a man could consider the woman his own.

Her slender fingers glided over her body; the soft sensation was pleasurable, especially when her fingertips brushed certain sensitive spots, stirring odd, lingering feelings—shy, yet tantalizing.

Her rounded, perky hips traced an exaggerated curve from her waist, made all the more firm by regular exercise. Streams of water slid down her back, splashing off her hips and running between her thighs, tickling her unbearably. She reached back to knead her full rear, her fingers slipping between the curves, brushing a delicate nub that sent her whole body shivering with a strange pleasure. Her lips parted, and a muffled moan escaped her throat...

After her shower, her skin was flush and luminous, tinged with a rosy glow and a subtle, enticing fragrance. Su Dieyi, who disliked sleeping in underwear, never had the habit of putting it back on after bathing. As she prepared to wash her clothes, she suddenly realized her black lace panties had vanished.

At first, she didn’t suspect Li Huan, thinking she’d misplaced them. But after searching fruitlessly, the memory of Li Huan’s hasty exit flashed through her mind—he’d looked just like a guilty thief.

“That filthy pervert! He actually stole my underwear, that’s disgusting!” Su Dieyi’s face burned with shame. How could she have been so careless as to let Li Huan into the bathroom without hiding her underwear? She squatted on the floor, sobbing—how could she let him take something so intimate? What kind of person did that?

No matter how she tried, she couldn’t convince herself not to go demand her panties back. The thought of Li Huan playing with her underwear every day, or doing perverted things with it, was mortifying.

Steeling herself, she marched angrily to Li Huan’s door, but as she raised her hand to knock, she found her confidence faltering.

Inside, Li Huan was overwhelmed by the strange scent in his bed—the fragrance from Su Dieyi’s intimate garment made his blood surge, stirring an irresistible impulse.

As a young man whose mind had long been corrupted by Japanese action films, his high school years had been filled with longing for experiences that would elevate his spirit and morals. But in those days, awkwardness kept a barrier between him and any girl, even those he truly liked. Things never progressed beyond shy affection.

Now, after three years of college, his principles had been worn thin by his lecherous, chubby friend. With a beauty’s underwear hidden in his bed, Li Huan felt it would be a crime not to do something with it.

But the weight of guilt pressed on him—was he really no better than his sleazy friend? As he debated whether to indulge himself, a sudden knock at the door startled him. He hastily shoved Su Dieyi’s underwear beneath him and poked his head out from under the covers, straining to listen.

“Li... Li Huan, did you... maybe take something by mistake...” Su Dieyi’s voice trembled with nervousness, like a child caught doing something wrong, but tinged with frustration.

Li Huan opened his mouth, then closed it again. If he spoke, he’d be caught—she’d lost a pair of panties, he’d just left the bathroom, anyone could put two and two together.

“Give it back, please. You have no use for that anyway!” Su Dieyi summoned her courage. He was the one who took her things, so why did she feel like she was the one begging?

Li Huan shook his head stubbornly and refused to answer. Even if Su Dieyi suspected him, as long as he denied it, she had no proof. She wouldn’t dare barge into his room to search, and even if she asked, she’d never agree to come in.

Stomping her foot in frustration, Su Dieyi finally gave up. She couldn’t force her way in, and who knew what that filthy pervert might do? Her rational mind told her not to provoke this hormone-addled youth any further.

Once the hallway fell silent, Li Huan breathed a sigh of relief, wiping cold sweat from his brow. Only now did he realize the mental strain that came with mischief.

He pulled the black lace panties from beneath him, the soft fabric pleasant against his palm. But now, the earlier urge had faded. Despite his innate fascination with a girl’s intimate clothing, the memory of Su Dieyi’s pure, innocent gaze made him feel suddenly wicked. Was he really a pervert?

He folded the underwear and set it aside, unable to sleep. After a moment’s thought, he rose, went to the bathroom, and washed the black lace panties. Chuckling to himself, he hung them on the rack, scribbled a note, and left it beside them: “I’m truly sorry, I took the wrong thing. To make it up to you, I washed it for you. Please forgive me!”

Back in his room, Li Huan still felt uneasy. He had taken her things, and if he didn’t return them, Su Dieyi would probably never speak to him again. But handing them over directly might make things worse.

Washing them and leaving them in the bathroom seemed the best solution. Even if it was odd for a man to wash a woman’s underwear, Su Dieyi, no matter how angry, wouldn’t confront him about it.

Yes, absolutely—she’d be far too embarrassed!