MTLNOVEL Chapter 9: Naked Truth
Derek's mouth hung open in shock—his greatest fear had just come true.
Rose stood frozen. And in a sudden burst of fury, she was just about to scream.
Seeing where things were heading, Derek sprang up. Without thinking, he reached out and covered her mouth to stop her from shouting. He didn't even register his nakedness—his trousers were still down—but none of that mattered to him in the moment. All he cared about was explaining himself.
He spoke rapidly, seriously—desperately. The thought of John finding out terrified him. Not only would it destroy his image, but Derek genuinely valued their friendship.
He kept trying to explain, still holding Rose's mouth. But then something shifted. Rose suddenly felt his hardened length pressing against her entrance. Derek felt it too.
And just like that, he snapped back to reality. She was naked. So was he.
Before he could move or speak, Miss rose gently pushed him away—her hands weak, but enough.
"I'm so sorry about this," Derek muttered, quickly pulling up his trousers. "I didn't even realize I was still naked."
Without another word, he grabbed his bag and bolted out of the bathroom, rushing out of her room and heading straight to the sitting room.
Rose stood quietly, watching him leave. Her initial anger began to melt away. His explanation, as absurd as it sounded, made some sense—it really did seem like a crazy coincidence.
She turned and walked back into her room, abandoning the idea of taking a bath. Suddenly, it didn't feel necessary anymore.
As she dressed, her thoughts wandered. She couldn't help but recall the feel of Derek's body. His manhood—unexpectedly large for a boy his age—had startled her. His chest was firm, well-defined. It was clear he had some build to him.
It had been over a year since she'd last been intimate with her husband. She'd gotten used to the loneliness. He was always traveling, running his tourist company.
But tonight was different. Derek had unknowingly awakened something in her—something dormant.
She shook her head, trying to block out the image of him. But as she walked out to make dinner, the thought of Derek entering her made her swallow hard.
She caught herself. Snap out of it, she thought. He's just a kid.
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Derek entered the sitting room, his head soaked in cold sweat. He moved quickly, reaching for his bag. All he wanted was to leave.
John, who was lounging on the couch playing games on his phone, noticed the look on Derek's face.
"Derek, what's up? What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?" he asked, squinting a little.
"I'm fine," Derek replied, trying to sound casual. "It's just getting late. I should head home."
But he was fidgeting, clearly unsettled.
John eyed him with suspicion.
"Derek…" he said, rising to his feet slowly.
Derek glanced at him, panic rising in his chest. He just wanted to leave, but John was making that impossible.
"We can always play another day," Derek said, forcing a grin as he tried to casually zip up his bag.
"Then why are you sweating like that?" John asked, stepping closer.
Derek froze. His heart skipped. He could barely hold it together.
John walked over from the couch and stood in front of him.
"You didn't have to hide it," he said flatly. "I saw everything."
A chill ran down Derek's spine. He dropped his gaze, unable to meet John's eyes.
All he could think about was the scene in the bathroom—how wrong it had been. How much he regretted not just walking back to ask for the key.
"I saw it all. Your movements. Your behavior. And honestly, bro…" John said, his tone grave. "I'm really disappointed."
Derek opened his mouth to explain, but John raised a hand to stop him.
"Look, it's totally normal to struggle with hard stool or even piles," John said suddenly, his tone lightening. "Happens to everyone. I've had it before too."
He patted Derek on the back with a smile.
"You didn't have to hide, man. If you told me earlier, I could've given you some of my mom's meds. They really help."
A wave of relief washed over Derek. He looked at John, a weak smile spreading across his face.
"It was really painful," Derek admitted.
"Yeah, bro. I know. It sucks. But it'll pass," John said, now chuckling.
"I should go, though. My tummy still hurts, and it's late," Derek added, packing his bag faster.
Soon he was done. He turned to John with more confidence.
"Thanks for the game, bro. I think I'm actually getting better," Derek said, extending a hand.
"You'll need a few years before you can beat me," John said, laughing as they shook hands.
They were headed for the door when a voice called out from behind.
"Wait a minute," Rose said, stepping out from the kitchen.
Derek froze. So did John.
All Derek wanted now was to disappear.
"Mom, Derek's not feeling well. He's been struggling with hard stool and spent a long time in the toilet. I think he should head home and rest," John said quickly, trying to help.
"Really, Derek?" Rose asked, looking directly at him.