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CHAPTER XXlll

‘How can you maintain such a calm face when you’re so excited?’

Johann’s self-control is truly extraordinary. It seemed like he had not only stolen my heart but also taken away my self-control.

Even as I gripped and shook his most sensitive area, Johann calmly cleared the table without rushing. Even in the midst of my excitement, as the reddened tip emitted fluid into my hands, he remained composed.

Sensing my heightened arousal, I didn’t know what to do, so I playfully pressed my nipple against his warm, fleshy mass. Johann was taken aback by my action.

“Hmm, Johann…”

“Why are you being so teasing?”

His words scolded me, but his smile contradicted the scolding. His eyes conveyed that he found me adorable. No wonder I couldn’t resist teasing.

After planting kisses all over my face, Johann laid me on the table. He lifted my legs, placing them on either side of his shoulders. As my skirt lifted up to my belly button, a cool breeze started to creep between my legs. The hot tip of Johann’s throbbing member gently pressed into the crevice. The reason for my trembling body changed.

‘Now, that fleshy pole will invade me and shake me from the inside.’

In my imagination, Johann was already pounding me like an animal, but in reality, he stood motionless between my legs. His expression, as he looked down at me, was slightly different. He seemed fearful, as if he wanted to escape now.

“If you starve this place, this here will starve too.”

I gestured briefly, pointing down and up.

“Ha… God!”

The devout man began to insert his member, seeking God.

“Ah! Huh… “

“You must be the devil… “

“Deeper, ah! There, ha, it feels good. Too good…”

“I am the one who was willingly playing without any intention of driving away the devil. I’m the one poisoned by the devil, ah…”

After tightening the inner walls a couple of times and lightly shaking the hips, Johann also forgot about the devil or God and began to vigorously move his hips.

Squeak, squeak, squeak. The sound of the table legs seemed like they would break matched the rhythm of the flesh smacking against the wood. When he thrust his hips forcefully, the table shifted, scraping against the wooden floor.

“Ah, ah, ah…”

Not only did the noise of lovemaking become rapid and rough, but my moans also intensified. It was all because Johann’s movements had become more intense.

Drop.

Even the rosary that usually hung neatly in his pocket couldn’t withstand the vigorous passion and fell to the floor.

“Oh, ah, ha, huk!”

In an instant, overwhelmed by the engulfing pleasure, I twisted my entire body while Johann held me tightly. With each thrust of his glans into my deepest part, he pulled back and thrust again, causing me to cry out.

My husband is still peculiar.

While the lower part is like a mating beast, the upper part still resembles a priest. Johann, looking down at me with sad eyes, muttered mixed with breaths, “Ha, this is not right…”

Today, he once again mixed his body with his wife while making incomprehensible sounds.

“You make me a man.”

If that’s the case, then prove that you are really a man. Make me pregnant.

“Johann, ah!”

At the peak moment, I spread my legs and wrapped his waist around, pulling him closer. The partially withdrawn pillar of flesh thrust all the way to the root. I tightly squeezed my husband’s member near my uterus, twisting and squeezing it.

“Uh… Wait!”

“Uh, no. Don’t pull it out.”

But no matter how priest-like he may seem, he is a man, and therefore stronger than me. Johann easily released the leg that I had wrapped around him with all my strength and withdrew his member.

Semen dripped down and formed droplets on the beads of the rosary. My tears also fell onto them.

“Why… Why?”

When I feel the climax, I become so weak that even my emotions are laid bare. Unable to endure the disappointment, I cried, holding Johann and sobbing.

He comforted me, whispering in my ear.

“I love you. I do this because I love you.”

Trying to prevent me from carrying his child out of love is something I can’t understand at all. And even so…

“I love you too.”

As we embraced each other tightly and exchanged kisses, the table shook greatly. The flower that Johann had picked for me fell down around us.

Even as we focused only on each other and forgot the surroundings, the seasons flowed by, and we reached the edge of spring where the forget-me-not blossomed in abundance.

* * *

It seems Johann likes forget-me-nots. He said he found a hill covered in forget-me-nots in full bloom and said he wanted to take me there. So, on a warm and sunny day, we took a day off and went on a picnic.

The hill was entirely dyed in a blue hue. We settled under a large oak tree at the top of the hill, overlooking the village.

The flowers, entwined like blue snowflakes on the meadow, were charming and lovely. I picked forget-me-nots to make rings and crowns or decorated my straw hat.

Ironically, Johann, who suggested going to see the flowers, looked at me in silence. I thought he would find my face, which he sees every day, somewhat dull.

“I wish time could stop here.”