Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

"Do you really have to watch those videos?" Keegan asked.

"I don't have to, but it makes me happier," Stella responded.

Keegan remained silent for a moment before replying, "Okay, just wait a moment."

He stood up and left the room. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Stella was delighted. She knew Keegan well enough to know that he would never allow her to watch someone else; he would take care of it himself.

Keegan was a guy with many tricks up his sleeve.

When he was pursuing her, he stuck to her like glue when they moved to Clouditude International. He wore tank tops with plunging necklines and underwear as tight as possible. After work, he even went to the gym, displaying all his charms, afraid of not being able to seduce her.

But once she became pregnant, he immediately switched all his sleepwear to long sleeves and pants, dressing as modestly as possible, with everything tightly wrapped up. The buttons on his sleepwear were buttoned upto the topmost one.

Several times she wanted to ask him, "Is it cold at home? Why are you all covered up?"

Initially, she didn't think much of it. Being pregnant, what else could she think about?

But every day, as he bundled up, he managed to ignite a fire inside her, making her want to tear off his clothes and see what lay beneath.

If she couldn't watch those online, surely it was fine to sneak a peek at home. But this guy suddenly embraced modesty, and the less he let her see, the more she longed for it.

As time passed, twenty minutes went by and Keegan still hadn't returned.

Stella was starting to get anxious. Was it really that difficult to take off a piece of clothing? Couldn't he just rip it off?

Just as she was thinking about that, the door handle turned and the door opened.

Stella widened her eyes and then saw Keegan in a bathrobe.

Her eyes lit up a few degrees, and she reached up and pulled the curtains closed.

Keegan paused for a moment, then casually locked the door as he passed.

He seemed to have just showered, with a faint scent of body wash wafting from him.

Did he really need to go to such lengths just to show off some abs?

With that thought in mind, she raised her hand and turned the study light to its brightest.

"Should... I put on some music?" Stella cleared her throat and asked him.

Keegan, with his hand on the bathrobe's belt, pondered for a moment before replying, "Sure, whatever you like."

Stella thought to herself, Ì don't like it. I'm here for the muscles."

But she still played a very suggestive song.

Keegan glanced at her with a smirk, casually putting his hand on his waist.

Stella's heart raced, and Keegan's eyes seemed to have hooks in them, exuding an indescribable sensuality.

His hand lingered at the knot of the bathrobe for a moment before letting it fall.

Keegan then walked over to the bookshelf, clicked the remote control, and the curtain slowly descended. The projector lit up, and soon an anatomical chart of the human body’s muscles were projected onto the screen.

Stella was stunned.

Keegan stood by the screen like a college lecturer, holding a laser pointer, and pointed to her. "Rectus abdominis, pectoralis major, biceps brachii, gluteus maximus. Which one do you want to see? I'll find it for you."