Harry was stunned for a moment when looking at the two routes, and then he chose route one without hesitation. Just as the system said, since the other party dared to pay attention to him, he must of course fight back.
After making his choice, Harry no longer hesitated and knocked on the bathroom door hurriedly, pretending to be very nervous, and said anxiously: "Sister Irene, can you come out quickly? My classmates are here to play with me. They are just outside the door."
At this time, Irene was angry because of Cain's behavior. When she heard Harry say this outside the door, she smiled bitterly and said, "Harry, it's not that I don't want to, but I have no clothes to wear now. Why don't you find a way to find some clothes for me?"
Harry said in embarrassment: "But I don't have women's clothes at home, and my classmates are already at my door, so i can't go to your house to help you get clothes."
"Harry, why are you worried about your classmates? Is there something wrong with me in the bathroom?" Irene asked puzzledly.
Although she had no clothes to wear now, she was not a pervert who had to run out naked. Even if Harry's classmates came into his house, she would not affect them. At most, it would be a little inconvenient for Harry's classmates to go to the toilet.
Harry said embarrassedly, "Because among the classmates who came here, there is a girl I have a crush on, and I don't want her to know that Sister Irene is in my house."
Irene was startled, then burst out laughing, and couldn't help saying, "Harry, you're so cute. You're still worried about this. I'm already this age, and normal people wouldn't think I have a relationship with you."
Although she was smiling, Irene was actually somewhat envious of the girl who was secretly in love with Harry. As soon as she entered society, she was forced to marry the pervert Cain due to special reasons, and she had never even experienced the joy of love.
At this time, Harry muttered, "No way, Sister Irene, you are so beautiful. My crush will definitely regard you as a love rival when she sees you."
Irene felt a little strange and said coquettishly, "Really? You make me sound very young. How could a teenage girl take me seriously?"
When she said this, her tone suddenly became a little sad, thinking about how she had spent her best years alone. The so-called marriage was like a cage that completely trapped her.
Harry felt that she was a little sentimental, as if she was lamenting her lost youth?
He said, "But Sister Irene, you are very young, and a teenager is still a child, but Sister Irene is an adult, beautiful, and has a good figure. I think Sister Irene is more popular."
Irene was slightly startled, then she spat, "Harry, what are you talking about?"
She felt a little shy when a student praised her for her good figure and beauty.
Harry quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Sister Irene, I said the wrong thing. Sister Irene, can you come out? My classmates are urging me to come out. I lied to them and said I was going to the bathroom, but if I delay any longer, I'm worried that the girl I have a crush on will be angry."
Irene was a little embarrassed, "But I have no clothes to wear. The clothes I took off before taking a shower are all wet. It's easy to catch a cold if I wear them."
While taking a shower, she accidentally got her clothes wet.
Harry reminded: "Sister Irene, there is a bath towel in the bathroom. If you don't mind, you can use it first. After you come out, hide in my room and wait for my classmates to leave before you come out."
Irene hesitated for a moment, then nodded helplessly: "This is the only way, Harry, wait a moment."
After saying that, Irene walked over, pulled off the only bath towel in the bathroom, her face flushed, she gritted her teeth, and wrapped it around herself. She silently comforted herself in her heart, it's okay, Harry must have washed the bath towel every time after use.
At this time, Harry sprinkled a bottle of water on the road he had to pass. If the floor of his house was wet, it would be easy to slip if you were not careful when walking.
Just after sprinkling the water, Harry heard Irene's shy voice in the bathroom: "Harry, I'm going out."
Just as Harry hid the empty bottle, the bathroom door opened. He turned around and saw Irene walking out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. Her long dark hair hung wetly on her shoulders, adding a bit of feminine charm to her.
Her delicate little face had a shy blush, and the white bath towel highlighted her curvy figure. Her legs were straight and slender, and her skin was whiter than snow. Because she had just taken a bath, her skin was slightly blushed, making her look extremely seductive.
Harry couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Seeing him staring at her, Irene felt very embarrassed and ran to the room after saying something in a hurry.
"Harry, I'll go to your room first."
But she didn't notice that Harry behind her showed a cunning smile.
Because Irene walked too fast, she didn't notice that the floor was wet. Her foot suddenly slipped when she stepped down. She screamed, lost her balance and fell to the ground. The bath towel on her body also fell off, revealing her charming body.
Harry swallowed, turned his eyes, and walked over with a worried look on his face: "Sister Irene, are you okay, ah..."
Just as he finished speaking, his feet suddenly slipped, and he fell towards Irene who was lying on the ground, directly pressing on Irene's plump body. His hands deliberately clasped Irene's two round and full hemispheres, which felt very soft when he touched them.
Harry couldn't help but pinch it hard.
"Harry, don't, uh huh..."
Irene had never expected this to happen. At this moment, she was being pressed down hard by Harry. Not only did his masculine scent make her face turn red, but the feeling of having her sensitive chest grasped by his big hands made her tremble uncontrollably. She subconsciously let out a charming moan and her breathing became rapid.
Harry, who seemed to have fainted, shook his head and climbed up by pressing Irene's chest. He felt his hand was soft and smooth. He was stunned for a moment, looked down, and was immediately stunned.
After Irene couldn't help but moan, she felt so ashamed. Seeing Harry staring at her chest, she felt even more shy and said angrily, "Harry, get up quickly!"
"I'm sorry, Sister Irene, I didn't mean it. I'll get up right away."
Harry was startled, his face flushed and he said in embarrassment, pressing his hands on Irene in panic, trying to support his body and get up from her, but he didn't know if it was because he was too nervous, and the floor was slippery, he got up a little and fell down again every time, making Irene gasp for air, and her legs clamped together instinctively.
In panic, Irene felt Harry grabbing and rubbing her chest again and again, with such force that she almost lost her soul.
Irene's delicate body couldn't stop trembling. Her sensitive parts were being kneaded so hard and with such great force that she actually had an amazing feeling, and seemed to be very comfortable.
Irene's pretty face flushed, and she gasped. Suddenly, she hugged Harry tightly, who was holding her down, and said in a trembling voice, "Harry, don't move!"
Harry's body stiffened, and then he lay on her plump body without moving, listening to her rapid breathing, the breath sprinkled on his neck. At the same time, feeling the beauty of the woman's body, Harry reacted naturally and pushed against the beautiful young woman's thigh.