"I got an erection because of you, take responsibility."
"Responsibility?! Why am I responsible for that!"
"You look too sexy in these clothes, its appealing in ways, you know. So you have to take responsibility."
"Ain't getting you…"
Certainly, her dancer attire was very revealing. Katarina was aware of that too.
'Uh… so it's my fault?'
No. It was him clinging onto her.
…but he was there to help her, and she didn't push him away even if she knew she was exposed partially.
So was it her fault?
Should she really be responsible?
If yes, how should she shoulder the responsibility..?
How..
Isn't that the only way to take responsibility for an erection?
Long ago, she woke up at night and caught up on her mother and father making love, which she had accidentally peeked up on. Just thinking about it dyed Katarina's face red.
'I, I, w-we have to do that?! That's what married couples do…!'
Katarina, with heat rushing to her head, was unable to think normally.
