Complicated Relationship Part 2

When they were clean enough, they all turned their attention to him, their gazes lingering with silent anticipation, as if daring him to feel something.

They were right—he did. He would hardly be a man if he didn't. Their eyes were on him, unblinking, and he knew they weren't looking at his face.

It was his turn to bathe now.

He took off his shirt first, revealing a well-toned, fit body. His muscles were defined, the result of consistent workouts, with broad shoulders tapering down to a lean waist. 

His skin glistened slightly under the light, highlighting the sharp lines of his chest and the subtle ridges of his abs. 

Next, he unfastened his trousers and pushed them down, exposing powerful, sculpted legs that complemented his athletic build.

His thighs were solid, a clear result of rigorous training, while his calves showed sharp definition, reflecting both endurance and strength. 

But that wasn't the most noticeable part.

From beneath his long boxers, a thick, prominent outline ran down his thigh, stretching the fabric near the end, making it impossible to miss.

It was the head of his "pole" and just catching a glimpse of it was enough to make the women swallow hard, their eyes widening in disbelief at what they were seeing.

Even the ones who used to work as prostitutes were taken aback. He was blessed not just with a well-built body but also an impressive "loadout" that left them momentarily stunned.

The blonde woman from before stepped closer.

She knelt down in front of him, her eyes never leaving his. "Want me to clean it first with my mouth?" 

Her eyes burned with desire, and she subtly licked her lips, trying to entice him to say yes.

But Maya had had enough. She came running, her eyes flashing with anger.

"I told you to stop bothering him!"

In a heartbeat, the mood changed from one of lust to one of volatile confrontation.

The two women squared off, the blonde stood to her full height, her fists clenched at her sides. 

"Or what?" she spat; her voice now filled with hostility.

Maya's hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of the blonde's hair, and yanked her forward.

The blonde yelped in surprise, her eyes watering with pain.

Then she retaliated, her nails digging into Maya's scalp. The two of them stumbled, pulling each other's hair. 

But then, a voice cut through the tension. "I said stop!" 

It was Zayn. He stepped between the two, his hands firmly on their bare chests, pushing them away from each other.

The blonde stumbled back, her eyes narrowed in anger, while Maya's chest heaved with the effort of her ragged breaths

 "Why do you all have to fight all the time?" his voice was strained. 

The two women looked at each other over his shoulder.

The blonde snapped. "It's because that bitch thinks she owns you just because you slept with her once!"

Maya flinched. 

She quickly tried to defend herself, her voice wavering a little. "You're just jealous because he picked me…" 

The blonde's eyes narrowed, her lips trembling, ready to fire back. But something about Maya's words hit her harder than she expected. 

"Stop fighting, you two. You're acting like children," Zayn snapped, finally losing his patience.

He shot them both a warning look before turning away. 

Without waiting for a response, he walked towards the makeshift shower, eager to wash off the dirt in his body before the rain stopped. 

The steady patter of water on the metal floor was a welcome sound as he grabbed a bottle and scooped out a handful of water, splashing it over his body

His movements were slow, he was trying to wash away more than just the dirt.

The women, however, couldn't tear their eyes away from him. 

As the water cascaded down his body, revealing the definition in his muscles, their gazes followed every drop. 

And with each shift, the outline of his manhood became more apparent beneath the fabric of his boxer.

From the corner, Mika, the most mature of the group, couldn't help but watch in silence.

Over the years, countless students, and teachers—young, full of vigor, and often bold in their advances— tried to catch her attention.

But none of them ever managed to tempt her. She knew where to draw the line, and her marriage remained sacred.

However—

She found herself drifting into thoughts after watching Zayn's naked body.

His muscles, the way the water slid down his body—it was all too much. She quickly shook the thought away, feeling guilty for even letting it cross her mind.

But the image lingered, a temptation she couldn't fully push aside.

'It's not my fault, right? My husband betrayed me first, after getting into debt because of his gambling addiction' she whispered to herself, trying to justify the lewd thoughts creeping into her mind.