My Ex Caught Me Buying Condoms

Synopsis

It had been three years since my ex and I broke up. I bumped into him again at a 24-hour convenience store at 1 a.m. I was buying condoms, and he was buying bread. He snatched the ultra-thin condoms from my pocket, looking down at me with half-lidded eyes. "Can't wait any longer, huh?" I slipped a box of extended pleasure condoms into his suit pocket with a mischievous smirk. "At your age, you need them. I won't laugh at you."