After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's Aunt-in-Law-Chapter 196: A Guide to Towel-Drying a Dick

Aria took a sharp breath, held it, and leaned in.

She started at the base, wrapping the small towel around the thick length. The terrycloth absorbed the remaining drops of jasmine-scented bathwater, but the slight friction caused the prominent vein running along the top of his shaft to pulse wildly.

Aria’s throat went bone-dry. She was holding his actual, rock-hard dick in the palm of her towel-wrapped hand. It was warm to the touch, the skin velvet-smooth and rigidly engorged beneath her tentative grip.

She dragged the soft fabric slowly up the thick column, forced to intimately appreciate the sheer, terrifying girth of him as she methodically patted the moisture away.

She lifted the weight of his shaft slightly, her cheeks flaming as she carefully dabbed the towel underneath to dry his balls where they rested against the damp mattress.

Damien let out a low, gravelly groan in his sleep, his hips twitching involuntarily. He arched upward, thrusting blindly into the warm pressure of her hand, subconsciously seeking more friction.

Aria froze instantly. She didn’t breathe. She didn’t blink. She stayed perfectly rigid like a deer caught in the headlights of an eighteen-wheeler, waiting to see if his eyes would flutter open and catch her hovering over his junk with a hand towel.

He didn’t wake up. He let out a soft exhale and settled deeper into the mattress.

Aria let out a shaky breath of relief.

She moved to the final, most dangerous part.

The broad, swollen head was glistening with a thick bead of pre-cum. Aria carefully dabbed the tip, quickly and efficiently wiping away the slick moisture. Her face was burning so hot it felt like a fever.

She quickly tossed the hand towel onto the floor.

"Phase one complete," she whispered, wiping a bead of nervous sweat from her forehead. "Now, Phase two."

She scrambled off the bed and tiptoed over to his massive, custom-built mahogany dresser. She pulled open the top drawer, intending to find a pair of pajama pants or boxers.

She stared into the drawer.

Aria blinked, absolutely baffled. Neatly organized next to a row of rolled silk ties was an actual mountain of premium condoms. There were dozens of them.

"Does he think we will be trying to repopulate the earth?" Aria mumbled, aggressively side-eyeing the stash. "Who needs this much inventory?"

She grabbed a pair of soft, black silk boxers.

She marched back to the bed.

"Alright, Damien," Aria whispered, grabbing his right ankle. "Lift."

She managed to wrangle the silk fabric over his large feet and began shimmying the boxers up his muscular calves. Hauling them over his thighs was a workout, but she managed it, panting slightly as the silk reached his mid-thigh.

And then, she hit a roadblock.

His erection.

There was no way to pull the waistband of the boxers over his hips without bending it at an incredibly awkward, painful angle.

"Impossible," Aria assessed, resting her hands on her hips in frustration.

She stared at it.

"Okay, think," Aria mumbled to herself. "How do we get rid of an arousal non-sexually? The Liver meridian controls the smooth flow of Qi, and the Kidney meridian houses the essence. If I stimulate the Liver 3 point on his foot..."

’Wait. But what if I accidentally give him permanent erectile dysfunction?’

Aria’s eyes widened in horror.

"Abort mission," Aria whispered, immediately dropping her hands. "No acupuncture near the penis."

She needed modern wisdom. She needed the internet.

Aria scurried out of the bedroom, jogging down the hallway to the living room. She dug through her weekender bag and pulled out her iPad.

She trotted back into the bedroom, hopped onto the dry corner of the mattress, and opened Safari.

She typed furiously: How to get rid of sleep erection non-sexually fast.

She clicked on the first Reddit thread that popped up, a forum on r/AskDocs.

She started reading the medical advice; mostly suggesting a cold compress or waiting it out, when a ’Recommended Post’ link caught her eye at the bottom of the screen.

r/AmItheAsshole: AITA for putting laxatives in my cheating mother-in-law’s wedding cake?

Aria paused.

"Just a quick peek," she rationalized, tapping the link.

Fifteen minutes later, Aria was sitting cross-legged on the floor, fully engrossed in a multi-part Reddit saga about a chaotic family wedding.

"Everyone Sucks Here," Aria muttered to the screen, shaking her head.

She looked at the time at the top of the iPad.

1:15 AM.

"Shit!" Aria gasped, locking the iPad and throwing it onto the armchair.

She scrambled back to her feet and looked at the bed.

The situation had not changed. Damien was still asleep, and he was still very much at attention, the silk boxers stuck uselessly at his mid-thigh.

Aria sighed, crossing her arms. She only had two options left. She could sit there for twenty minutes and jerk him off, or she could just let him sleep naked.

She was tired.

"Sleep naked it is," Aria announced softly, grabbing the hem of the silk boxers and pulling them right back off his legs.

She reached over and flicked the bedside lamp off, plunging the room into absolute darkness.

She climbed onto the mattress.

Because Damien had crashed into the bed soaking wet, a massive, cold, damp spot took up seventy percent of the mattress. Aria was forced to huddle on the extreme, dry edge of the left side of the bed.

She lay on her side, pulling the edge of the duvet over her shoulders, shivering slightly in her thin silk camisole and shorts as the cold AC blew down on her.

"This is ridiculous," she grumbled into her pillow.

Behind her, Damien shifted in his sleep.

He let out a low, sleepy hum.

An arm snaked over Aria’s waist in the dark.

Before she could even squeak in surprise, Damien yanked her backward. He effortlessly hauled her over the cold, wet spot on the sheets, pulling her entirely onto his side of the bed.

Aria landed softly against the solid, radiating heat of his broad chest. His arm locked securely around her waist, his chin resting heavily on the top of her head. He had pulled her onto the dry, warm side of the mattress, completely enveloping her in his body heat.

Aria’s breath hitched. A soft, fond smile bloomed on her face in the darkness.

She wiggled slightly, turning over in his grip so she could snuggle her face into his chest, wrapping one of her legs over his. He was so warm, smelling of jasmine oil and cedar.

"Goodnight, husband," Aria whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as the deep, profound safety of his arms finally dragged her into a heavy, peaceful sleep.

The penthouse was completely silent.

The city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was dark, the relentless energy of New York finally settling into a quiet hum.

In the master bedroom, Aria and Damien slept soundly, completely dead to the world, tangled together under the heavy silk duvet.

The digital clock on the bedside table ticked over.

2:00 AM.

Down the hall, in the pristine, empty foyer of the penthouse, the silence was suddenly shattered.

Ding.

The soft, metallic chime of the elevator echoed through the dark living room.

A second later, the steel doors slid open with a quiet hiss.