I playfully flicked Catherine's forehead, and a small red circle appeared almost instantly.
"Ouch!" she yelped, rubbing her forehead and shooting me a resentful look.
Her reaction made me chuckle. "Sorry, I just wanted to tell you not to overthink. I'll wear my own clothes. Yours wouldn't even fit me as a vest."
I picked up her clothes, gave them a little shake, and held them up against me for comparison.
Catherine, standing at 5'4", looked tiny next to my 6-foot frame. Additionally, she had a slender figure, with curves only around her chest and hips.
So her white suit, hanging in front of me, wasn't even bigger than my chest. My chest, all muscle, measured a full 3.2 feet with a soft ruler.
In contrast, Catherine's soft and tender chest was at most 2.9 feet, even with padding, which was quite different from my broad and muscular frame.
Seeing the two extra pieces of muscle next to the clothes, Catherine felt a bit embarrassed.
She shyly took back the clothes, hid them behind her, and then secretly threw them into the closet when I wasn't paying attention. She then pulled out a pink suit from the closet.
With one hand holding the clothes and the other pushing me, she urged, "Go to the living room and wait, I'm going to change."
Despite her efforts, she couldn't move me an inch, and instead, she slipped and fell against my back.
Her delicate face and soft breasts pressed against my back, send a hot and soft sensation, and my cock immediately hardened.
I turned around and held her hand, my voice hoarse, "Just change here. I promise I won't touch you."
"No way, I know how you get," Catherine said, trying to pull her wrist free.
I tightened my grip, pulling her into my arms and whispering in her ear, "If you keep avoiding me, I won't let you out of bed. Believe it or not."
Hearing this, Catherine stopped struggling and instead hugged my waist, pressing her cheek against my chest and gently rubbing against it.
"Okay, I was wrong. I'll change now, and you should change too," she said softly, her voice a mix of appeasement and flirtation.
Feeling pleased, I let her go and started undressing myself.
Although Catherine looked shy, she didn't dare to defy me.
After all, I could really make her unable to get out of bed.
She could only blush and undress in front of me.
As she took off her top, I saw her breasts sway in the air, and my cock grew larger than before.
Seeing the change in my underwear, Catherine hurriedly put on a bra, then quickly slipped into the suit shirt and buttoned it up.
I quickly put on my pants and fastened my belt.
Seeing that I had no intention of making love to her, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't you trust me?" I raised an eyebrow teasingly as I put on my jacket.
"It's not about trust. You're so hot, I might get a nosebleed," Catherine said, blushing.
Her words made me laugh out loud.
I remembered that one time we were video chatting, and she had two tissues stuck in her nose after I got out of the shower.
Buttoning up my jacket and fixing my cuffs and collar, I walked over to Catherine, grabbed her chin, and made her look into my eyes.
"So, did you really get a nosebleed when I was showering?" I teased.
Catherine rolled her eyes at me, her initial confidence fading. "With a body like yours and those good looks, it's almost impossible not to get a nosebleed."
I placed her hand on my abs, which were soft since I wasn't in the mood.
"Come on, look and touch more. I'm your man, no need to be shy," I said happily.
Catherine looked at my abs, noticing the numerous bruises from fighting with the special forces. They had faded significantly over time.
She raised her hand, and her cool fingertips gently brushed over the bruises, feeling soft and comfortable like a light fabric.
Unconsciously, my body and mind relaxed, leaning my abdomen towards her, eager for her touch.
"Does it hurt?" Catherine asked softly, her eyes and voice full of concern.
I shook my head lightly. "It's much better now, but if you're willing to massage me, I'll be more comfortable, and it will heal faster."
Catherine immediately understood what I meant, released me, took a few steps back, and created some distance between us.
"I know what you mean, no way, dream on!" she said, quickly putting on her pants, spraying some perfume at the dressing table, then walking to the door, putting on her shoes, and grabbing her bag to leave.
I quickly adjusted my outfit and hairstyle and followed her out.
She walked ahead, and I followed behind, watching her brisk pace, her round buttocks swaying from side to side, incredibly sexy.
In my mind, the image of her lying on the bed last night, with her little butt raised and pressed against the bed while I fucked her, flashed back.
That was the only time I didn't cum inside her, but it still felt amazing to see my cum dripping down the curve of her waist, sliding into the dimples on her lower back, and trailing down the crack of her butt to the front of her pussy. It was incredibly sexy and erotic.
This kind of inadvertent teasing and sexiness was much more valuable than deliberately seducing me.
Every time, it made me want to cum all over her body.
Catherine entered the elevator, pressed the button to go downstairs, and waited for me to enter before pressing the close door button.
I deliberately stood to Catherine's right rear, with my feet shoulder-width apart, hands respectfully placed in front of me, and a serious expression as I gazed ahead.
The elevator doors were glass, allowing a clear view of the inside.
Seeing me like this, Catherine looked at me puzzled. "What are you doing?"
"Miss, I am your bodyguard, and today I will protect you."
"What kind of act are you putting on?" she chuckled and asked.
"As your lucky charm, I am prepared to follow you in this capacity and protect you."
"Then what do you want in return?"