"So your little sister isn't coming today either?"
"Most likely not. If she wanted to, she would've called ahead like she usually does."
"So that means it's just the two of us in this room right now?"
"Exactly. And what are you planning to do with that?"
Back at home, surrounded by familiar walls, Dakota grew bolder. She dared to take the lead, casting a sultry glance that made hearts race.
"Of course… to do that."
Martin scooped her up into his arms in one swift motion, her laughter bubbling out even as her modesty slipped away.
"Take a shower first."
"No. I like the original flavor—milk tea style."
"Huh? What?"
Dakota blinked, confused. But before she could even grasp his meaning, his teasing hands made her squirm and laugh helplessly.
"Ah—stop it!"
"Which room is yours?"
"That one, on the left."
...
Elle fanning (Elly) woke up clutching her stomach in pain.
"Damn it, did that fatso Nick give me expired ham sandwiches today? My stomach hurts so bad!"
She climbed out of bed, holding her belly, heading for the bathroom. But the moment she stepped into the hall, she heard strange noises coming from the next room.
"Big sis is back… What's she doing in there?"
At sixteen, curiosity burned brighter than anything else. Forgetting her urgent need, she crept to her sister's door and pushed it open just a crack.
Inside, what she saw made her eyes nearly pop out of her head.
What the hell?!
"My eyes! My poor eyes! What is sis doing? Wait… I think I've heard of this—it's some kind of massage? And that guy giving it to her, who is he?"
"Left a little, yes, right there."
"Harder… oh, that's perfect."
"Wow, this guy's massage technique is really professional. Who the hell is he?"
"Turn over, turn over!"
Then Martin shifted position.
Oh my god, the guy giving sis a massage is Martin?! My own sister, in her own room, on her own bed, and it's Martin Meyers?!
"This has to be a dream."
She rubbed her eyes hard, but no—this was no dream. And instead of running, she found herself staring even harder.
Meanwhile, two voices battled in her head.
My stomach hurts, I can't hold it much longer.
No, just wait a little more, it'll be over soon.
Why is it taking so long? This is insane!
Ugh, I can't stand it—
Hold it in! I can't miss this! Martin's massage really is something else…
No, I can't, I'm going to burst!
Yes, I can! I can hold on—
And so she endured. One and a half hours later, it finally ended.
Elly was about to stretch her stiff legs and sneak off to the toilet when she saw her sister climb down from the bed.
"Darling, I'm going to the bathroom."
Dakota padded barefoot out of the room. Martin followed, grinning wickedly.
"Together."
Elly nearly jumped out of her skin. She darted back into her own room before they could see her.
Only once she shut the door behind her did she remember—she still desperately needed the toilet!
I'm doomed!
With no more "enticing scenes" to distract her, her willpower collapsed. She could feel disaster about to break loose.
What do I do? What do I do? Why couldn't sis rent a bigger place with bathrooms in every room?!
She paced in panic, clenching every muscle, her delicate face twisting in desperation. Now and then she cracked her door to listen—water running, her sister and Martin laughing.
"Hurry up already!" she screamed inside.
But there was no hurrying. The second round had begun.
Elly was on the edge of exploding. At last she couldn't take it anymore. Pride be damned—better to live than to burst. She flung her door open and dashed for the bathroom.
"Ahhh!" Dakota shrieked in shock.
"Shut up!" Elly snapped, yanking up the toilet lid, tugging down her pants, and plopping down.
She squeezed her eyes shut, hands clamped over her ears, pretending her sister and Martin weren't even there as the sound of her release thundered through the room.
"Ugh, why are you here?" Dakota's furious voice rang out.
"I don't hear you, I don't hear you!" Elly muttered, eyes still tightly shut.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
Ohhh, sweet relief… Elly finally opened her eyes, only to shut them again at once, cheeks blazing. "You two… you two…"
Only then did Dakota remember Martin was right there, massaging her through the second round. Her face went crimson as she let out another helpless scream.
Martin, amused, simply pulled the shower curtain across. "Come on, let's continue."
"No, I—ahhh, wait…"
Elly, still on the toilet, was blushing so hard her face burned.
Never in my life… Have I ever experienced something this bizarre. I'm on the toilet, while right next door my sister's enjoying a massage from a handsome guy!
...
Awkward?
Hell yes, awkward!
But then she thought—maybe her sister was even more embarrassed than she was. And somehow, that made it easier to bear.
What a crazy, insane situation.
Another hour passed.
The curtain opened again. Dakota peeked her head out.
"Wait—you're still on the toilet?"
Elly's face flushed. She would never admit she'd been eavesdropping the whole time, even imagining it in her head. So she snapped back, "You think I want to? I just have diarrhea!"
"Are you done yet?"
"Uh… yeah."
"Then hurry up and get out. Or do you want me to come wipe your butt for you?"
"Cut it out! Who'd want that?! Just pull your head back in, I'll be out in a sec."
"You'd better hurry."
Dakota ducked back behind the curtain.
Elly finished quickly, cleaned herself up, and dashed back to her room. Only then did she realize—
"Damn it, I forgot to flush!"
The sound of water echoed from the bathroom, followed by Martin's amused voice. "Looks like your little sister really does have diarrhea."
Elly screamed silently into her blanket, burying her burning face. Today was the most humiliating day of her life.
Outside, Martin was saying his goodbyes to Dakota.
She looked reluctant to let him go. "Will you… contact me again?" she asked uncertainly.
"Of course. You've got my number, and I've got yours. We'll definitely keep in touch." Martin waved his phone with a smile.