Betty glanced down at Michael's hand clutching her skirt and couldn't help but give a wry smile. She knew she could easily pull away with a quick step back, but it seemed she didn't want to disappoint Michael's trust and dependence on her.
So, instead of pulling away, she just smiled softly, slowly climbed into bed, and lay down beside Michael, patting him like a mother soothing her child to sleep.
Gradually, Michael's breathing evened out, and by then, Betty was utterly exhausted. Being woken up in the middle of the night is never pleasant, and the effort of calming Michael back to sleep had her yawning repeatedly.
Feeling that Michael had settled down, Betty prepared to fall asleep herself. Although she didn't understand why Michael had been suddenly startled by a nightmare tonight, she didn't harbor any suspicions. After all, it wasn't unusual for kids to have bad dreams from time to time.
Watching from my computer, I couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency, though what good would it do now? The footage I was viewing had already happened; it was in the past, and time wouldn't reverse.
My heart ached as I watched the time on the video continue to advance, unsure if I had the courage to keep watching.
Meanwhile, as I sat there filled with dread, Betty in the video had slowly drifted off to sleep, her breathing becoming steady and even. But at that moment, the "sleeping" Michael beside her opened his eyes.
Just like before, his eyes sparkled in the darkness. Seeing Betty dressed as she was tonight, his eyes lit up with excitement, greed, and madness. To him, there was no better "sight" than this...
I wanted to fast-forward through the video, to skip this unsettling part because I wasn't sure if I had the guts to watch every second of what was about to unfold. After speeding through, I regretted not seeing how the timeline developed, feeling a bit disappointed in myself.
I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out a few tissues, placing them in my palm as my hands had started to sweat. Man, a couple of beers would've been perfect right now. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and continued watching...
Those eyes that had opened in the darkness were reflecting the night light, greedily roaming over Betty's body. I have to say, Betty was dressed pretty provocatively tonight. Her nightgown was quite revealing, and tonight, she hadn't bothered with a bra.
If Michael had night vision, he probably could've spotted Betty's nipples by now.
Even if he couldn't see the nipples, the lack of a bra meant her breasts were more spread out due to her lying back, which would be pretty obvious to anyone paying attention.
After a while, Michael's gaze fixed on Betty's breasts. Maybe this kid and I are alike, both being fans of a fuller figure. Michael couldn't help but move his face closer to Betty's chest.
Despite her lack of a bra, the size of her breasts created a rather deep cleavage. Before falling asleep, Betty had adjusted her nightgown, but it hardly covered her voluptuous body.
Michael moved his face close to Betty's breasts, holding his breath. If he breathed now, the warmth and air from his breath might wake her, but whether Betty would wake up was another story.
Michael lowered his head close to Betty's chest to inhale, then raised his head to exhale. This way, he could smell the scent of Betty's skin without disturbing her with his breath.
After a while, just smelling wasn't enough for Michael; his body had already reacted visibly.
Michael knew that tonight was a mix of his scheming and some luck. He hadn't anticipated Betty wearing such a sexy nightgown and going braless.
He realized how rare this opportunity was; even if he used the same tactic tomorrow, Betty wouldn't dress as provocatively.
Thinking of this possibility, Michael closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, as if to bolster his courage.
Between caution and risk, he ultimately chose to take a risk. Michael slowly propped up his upper body, shifting into a semi-prone position, then began to inch his body downward. His movements were light, almost like he was crawling backward.
Sitting in front of the computer, I was puzzled by Michael's actions, unsure of what he was planning. But as Michael continued to move backward, his head getting closer to Betty's lower body, I realized what he was up to.
He had already seen Betty's breasts, though not the nipples, and now he was discovering that Betty hadn't worn a bra tonight. What about her underwear? If Betty wasn't wearing those either, then...
As I had suspected, when Michael's body had moved back enough for his head to be level with Betty's hips, he finally stopped. Slowly, he raised a hand towards the hem of Betty's skirt.
Despite my worries, I felt a bit relieved at that moment, hoping Betty was wearing underwear, which would surely disappoint the kid.