“Did I actually hear it in my head, or was it just that, my imagination?”
 
As Eron’s hand gripped his massive, rock-hard tackle, he pushed from his head the mental image of the lovely woman taking her bath just a few feet away from him, and forced himself to just remember her clothed and proper during dinner. As he brought back that very happy time, including the awkward and embarrassing moments, he suddenly thought of the instant he mentioned her baking pies for him.
 
“You don’t have to… I can cook for you anytime Eron…” he heard her say…
 
Or at least, that's what he thought.
 
But her voice was in his head, and he didn’t see her opening her lips either.
 
And then even before that, when she was telling everyone, they shouldn’t keep asking him awkward questions, he answered her in his head…
 
"I didn’t mind answering, Diwana… I just didn’t know if I should…" he murmured as he reviewed the memory.
 
Diwa looked at him then, as if she heard him. She even asked him if he said anything a while back…
 
His thoughts: What is happening here? All those things Hero told me a while ago… “There’s a lot of unreasonable… unexplainable… so many things that will happen to you,” he said… 
 
Then his thoughts were interrupted by a sigh...
 
A familiar feminine one...
 
Eron could hear that sigh so clearly. It's as if she was just right beside him on his bed. He knew he really sensed her sigh from the shower but she suddenly felt so near…
 
His past cellphone call with The Ogre was running through his head again, “The mate bond is amazing, and when you start experiencing it, you don’t go back to the simple, the normal…”
 
He could now smell her… 
 
Not just her fruity soap or her flower-scented shampoo… 
 
Her hair… her skin… her…. 
 
Soon he was drowning in his senses, all self-control now completely lost and abandoned…
 
“You’ll feel the urges, and it will be almost impossible to resist them. And I don’t mean only to make love to her, but everything else…”
 
His hand was now gripping and pumping his manhood very tightly and swiftly. Even if he could still hear his colleague's voice in his head, his mind was focused on the irresistible and delectable female who was bathing at the other side of the wall. 
 
He could sense her hands touching her large breasts… her hardening nipples… her wet, slick slit…
 
“That’s the clearest sign for you to be sure, so you can just… Well, try not to hurt her, ok? And the rest will happen on its own.”
 
As this reminder flashed through his brain, he forced himself to stop what he’s doing, thinking that this was all wrong and it could easily hurt Diwana if she did find out about it. He wouldn’t even know what to say if she ever found out…
“No, I need to… I can’t…” Eron gasped as his grip became tighter, his pace went faster and his passions continued to burn even hotter and brighter. “I’m s-sorry… Di… Diwanaaaa…”
He kept his voice low as he felt his desires finally explode from his loins. 
 
The sensations were so strong, he felt his butt rise a few inches off the bed as his leg muscles strained hard against the mattress. His seed spurted forcefully out from his dick’s bulging head, spraying the blanket and flowing down his pants and the bedsheet.
 
Staying in that rigid position for a few seconds as he let his arousal ebb and his breathing slow down, he focused on an image of Diwana smiling at him. He didn’t want to see the rest of her in that same seductive vision under the shower, afraid that he might do what he just did to her again. 
 
And feel worse because he’s supposed to be protecting her… 
 
Not using her like this…
 
“I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry…” Eron said as he little by little started to gain control of his senses. “I shouldn’t do this to you after all the kindness you’ve given me. Forgive me. I’ll try my best… not to do it… again…”
 
He then fell into a deep slumber, no longer aware of anything but sleep.
 
+++
 
Diwa, right around the same time, was also busy inside the bathroom while she remained under the continuous flow of water. Even if she had already finished her bath, she had stayed inside the glass booth, hoping it would hide the evidence of what she was doing right at that moment.
 
She couldn’t help herself, but as she continued to think of the man she heard speaking from the other side of her shower room’s wall, the widow felt that she needed to release her heat. 
 
And it surprised her, because this has not happened to her, at all, in the past…
 
She was never a woman who would easily give in to her passions. Truth be told, she never even realized that she had this kind of desire for anyone. It had never been triggered by any man she had ever known before.
 
Until this charming man came along…
 
The fingers on her right hand were now holding one of her breasts and pinching her dark hard nipples, too. She was imagining Eron behind her, standing inside the shower’s glazed glass walls as his large hands fondled her full boobs, in time to how she was touching herself. 
 
“Tell me that you want me, Miss Diwana…”
 
“Please, just call me Diwa… and yes, I want you… I want you so much…”
 
As Eron started fondling her slit, her other hand also started to touch herself between her legs, searching for that small nub of pleasure hidden within her moist and now pulsing folds. Imagining this virile man fondling her in the same place, she started to sigh as she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning.
 
Her thoughts: “You shouldn’t hear me… I can’t… let you hear me… Eroooon….”
 
“No, I need to… I can’t help it…”
 
Her eyes flew open at what she heard inside her head. It’s Eron’s voice again, like when she heard during dinner, she couldn’t be mistaken. And it seemed as if the man didn’t want what was happening.
 
Or was not sure if he should be doing this...
 
Diwa’s mind was now crying out questions, as her hand kept in time to the visual image of Eron digging his fingers deep into her: Is this really him? Or is this how I project him, as the man who would never waste his time on someone like me? Is this my mind imagining him as I think he is? Or is this truly him and he does not at all… want me… as I want him?
 
“I’m s-sorry… Di… Diwanaaaa…”
 
And just as she heard that familiar male voice cries out in her head, she came…
 
Along with her juices, and her peak, she felt her heart clench painfully. She gasped as her tears flowed with the shower’s spray. Yes, she was indeed pleasured, even satisfied, but her emotions were torn and her thoughts were confused.
 
“I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry…”
 
“What is happening? Why is his voice in my head?” Diwana whispered, feeling suddenly ashamed of what she was doing. “Is this really him? And if it is, does this mean he can never feel anything for me at all?”
 
“I shouldn’t do this to you after all the kindness you’ve given me. Forgive me…”
 
Di turned off the shower and stepped out. Despite the tears, she managed to find her towel with her blurry eyes and she began to wipe herself dry. Even then, she was still talking to herself…
 
“But isn’t this the right thing, Diwana? Isn’t this what you want? You don’t want him to be cursed because of you, right? You won’t want him suffering as your husband had suffered, or your parents have. You’re the one who said that he shouldn’t take notice of you in that way and that you should just be friends. If what you’re hearing now is really true, then that solves your problem already.”
 
Then The Charmer’s voice returned, echoing in her mind…
 
"I’ll try my best… not to do it… again…”
 
“It’s fine, Eron,” Diwa murmured as she started to put on one of her dainty silk sleeping gowns. “If that is really you in my head, you won’t need to worry about doing it to me again. I know you don’t really want me, and you probably just played along with what I wanted. But yes, it’s better that you just don't... do this again... and I won't do this again too... for your own sake.”
 
Half an hour later, even while she tried to fall asleep, Diwana decided to leave her bed because she was still wide awake and she knew she wouldn’t fall asleep so easily no matter what she did. 
 
Not with these thoughts in her head…
 
The unhappy woman took one of her red satin robes and wrapped it around her, ready to start cooking the meals that she planned to sell to the lumberyard tomorrow. She realized that it was still too early to prepare her dishes, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do to get herself sleepy enough so she could go back to bed.
 
“I’m better off doing this than thinking about what had just happened. Besides, it’s too weird to be true and it’s not fair that I think of Eron that way. It’s not right,” she muttered as she started slicing vegetables. "It's just not right..."
 
Speaking of what's not right...
 
About 20 meters or more from the house's fence, a mysterious shadow was sitting high up in the trees and was observing the widow from far away through one of the Villa’s kitchen windows. He was a masked man dressed in black from head to toe…
 
In his hands were a pair of powerful binoculars that were trained on the Wolf widow, who remained unaware of her unwanted and unknown observer.
 
And after a few minutes, he unzipped his pants and started masturbating at the sight of the woman in the window.