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CHAPTER XLVlll

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‘I can’t let it end like that.’

I tightly wrapped my lips around the solid column of flesh and sucked it in sharply.

“Uh…”

“Ah!”

The movement halted at that moment, but Johann didn’t offer words of regret or a nightly farewell.

He just moaned and tilted his head back. The hand that had been bracing against the bed now clenched the sheets tightly with veins bulging. The blood vessels on the flesh I was quickly sucking and releasing seemed ready to burst.

The end was near. Johann was about to see heaven.

With the last of my strength, I sucked hard and bobbed my head, but Johann suddenly straightened his waist, trying to push my forehead away.

“Uh, Rize, ah, stop!”

Yet, I didn’t stop, and he forcefully withdrew, making a loud snap as he pulled out from my mouth.

“Haa, why stop? Didn’t it feel good, haa?”

Surely he had enjoyed it. Because I saw him make the most lascivious face yet.

Johann responded to my efforts with endless kisses to my mouth, as if to thank my efforts. Then, gently massaging my sore cheeks and jaw with his hands, he answered my curiosity.

“Your mouth is wonderful but…”

His gaze drifted downward. His hand slid down my body, sneaking under my skirt and threading between my thighs. Ah!

“Today, I want to be here.”

I grabbed his fingers that were lodged inside me, and nodded without hesitation.

I was just as eager, so why does he hesitate?

Of course, there’s a reason. Mrs. Becker might be watching us like a hawk from under our floorboards. But half a bottle of wine could make even the most obsessive fanatic nothing.

Actually that was still our business. I was aware that Mrs. Becker’s vigilance from below could disrupt our pleasure, so I decided to take the lead this time. Being much lighter than Johann, I hoped the bed would creak less and the noise wouldn’t carry as much.

As Johann sat back against the headboard, I climbed on top of him. In our haste, I forewent even undressing and proceeded directly to inserting himself in me.

“Ah…”

The sensation of being filled after such emptiness was electrifying, making every hair stand on end with that mere act.

“Rize…”

As I absentmindedly began to rock my hips, lightly grinding the sensitive end of my passage against his thick flesh, Johann sighed deeply upon seeing my corset while he was trying to undress me.

“Why do you wear so much clothing at home?”

To save on firewood, I usually wore several layers even indoors, though I typically avoided the corset for comfort. However, today’s full attire, corset included, was solely for the special occasion of the Christmas dinner. It was a day to wear cherished clothes and celebrate.

“So hard to undress…”

He wasn’t genuinely puzzled; it was just an impatient murmur. But the Johann of now was no longer the novice of last spring who would have struggled with the corset.

He swiftly untied the laces at the back and unhooked the front panel’s five hooks in one go, removing the corset before I knew it. In moments, I was left in just my chemise, transparent enough to reveal everything beneath.

The room’s chilly air so I had to keep the chemise on. Instead, he unbuttoned it down to my chest, folding down the material below my shoulders to expose my breasts, ensuring the n-pples wouldn’t chafe against the fabric with every movement.

This was ostensibly for my benefit, but not solely for me. The moment he peeled back the cloth covering my chest, the flesh buried within me throbbed noticeably.

“Ah…”

Until then, I had only been subtly moving my hips, but now I started to really swing them with vigor. Even so, the motion was mostly confined to sliding back and forth in place, ensuring minimal disturbance to the bed—but not to everything else.

“Uh…”

Without the support of the corset, my breasts bounced uncontrollably. Even when still, the heavy flesh seemed to dance independently from my body, feeling even heavier.

It hurt.

I brought my arms together, cradling my chest to reduce the bounce. This lessened the recoil, though the feeling of my round flesh still softly squishing against itself was irritating.

Next, I pressed down the center of my chest with my forearms. It was significantly better than before, but sustaining the effort both up and down was quickly exhausting. Johann, who had been quietly observing my struggle, finally offered his assistance.

“Should I hold them for you?”

I knew that Johann taking over wouldn’t necessarily make things easier, but I handed them over without protest.

Slurp, he took my breasts into his hands and mouth. One was enveloped by his grip, the other teased by his lips. He sucked one n-pple while rolling the other between his fingers, leaving me defenseless as both tightened simultaneously.

“Ah… Ahh…”

After drawing the n-pples out prominently, he pressed them back into the flesh, then used the tip of his tongue and fingertips to tease them. At that point, all my focus converged on the peaks of my chest, rendering me unable to continue moving my hips.

This confirmed that Johann’s help didn’t make the situation any easier, after all.