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CHAPTER L

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In that moment, when it felt like it could shatter and break me. The anticipation tinged with fear transformed into pure dread when the flesh that came in with all the strength taut in my lower stomach came out.

“Ah, stop, Johann, stop…”

“It’s okay. It’ll feel good.”

Johann caught my hands trying to push him away, his hips never stopped moving.

“But….”

I’m scared.

The thought of rushing to the climax had vanished. Johann knew well that sometimes when an overwhelming climax came, I endured it. Yet, with a voice as firm as his movements, he reassured me.

“Rize.”

“Uh…”

“C-m.”

“N, no…”

“Now.”

“Ahh!”

Johann’s finger pressed a sensitive protrusion that was exposed by his thick flesh. Jolted by a sudden surge of pleasure, my resistance crumbled.

“Ah, no…”

He ignored my pleas and rolled the nub. A lightning bolt of pleasure struck me down. The built-up strength in my lower abdomen was released. The climax I had been holding back exploded.

Caught in the overwhelming wave of climax, I found myself unable to even scream. My breath hitched in this death-like moment as I arched my back sharply. Thankfully, such intensity quickly subsided.

“Ah…”

Immediately after, a blissful euphoria of heaven enveloped me. The fear of that death-like moment was replaced by a long, sweet tranquility. I was about to savor this long-missed ecstasy when…

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Beneath our bed—the floorboards thudded, abruptly pulling me from the sweet dream back to the stark reality of our modest rented room in the mountains.

“Flee from s-xual immorality!”

Thump!

Mrs. Becker began her bible recitation once again. This time, she went as far as using a cane or something similar to bang on our bedroom floor.

“All other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually, sins against their own body!”

Ha….It really was too much, wasn’t it? Couldn’t she have waited just one more minute? To interrupt at the peak of our moment felt incredibly unfair.

The sudden intrusion cooled the climax like cold water. Evaporating the joy and leaving anger boiling in its place.

It’s not like we shake the bed every day.

We’ve been here three months and this was only the fourth time, with two months of patience in between since the last. And yet, not even a special day like Christmas could she tolerate it.

If it were just about noise, I might understand, but Mrs. Becker’s inability to tolerate our marital relations isn’t about the noise.

“The s-xually immoral will not inherit the kingdom of God!”

I had just been to heaven thanks to that ‘immorality’!

I wanted to argue, but fighting with a fanatic, especially the landlord, would only lead to defeat.

Resigned, I was about to get up to wash when Johann gently pushed me back down.

‘Why?’

Curiously, Johann glanced at the floor thumping because of Mrs. Becker with weary eyes, then did something unexpected.

“Flee from s-xual immorality!”

“Since s-xual immorality is occurring, each man should have s-xual relations with his own wife, and each woman with her own husband!”

He countered the fanatic’s verse with another verse

“Marital relations between husband and wife aren’t considered immorality. This verse is right below the one you’re quoting. Why do you ignore this?”

“Whoever suffers in the body is done with sin!”

But Mrs. Becker ignored Johann’s point, launching into another verse.

“God did not say not to pursue pleasure in the flesh! Distorting God’s will is also a sin!”

Even a man as faithful as Johann found it hard to argue with a fanatic. Despite his valid points, Mrs. Becker wouldn’t listen, incessantly quoting verses about immorality. Always a different passage each time.

‘Oh, God… You surely spoke about s-x a lot more than I realized.’

Thanks to Mrs. Becker, I’ve come to realize just how many passages there are in the Bible dealing with s-xual immorality. By that logic, isn’t she the one obsessively memorizing only the lascivious words from a holy book?

“Or don’t you know that he who unites himself with a prostitute is one with her in body!”

And yet, she calls me a prostitute, reproaching me as if I were involved with the absent Major Felkner.

It’s no secret in the valley that I’ve been frequently seen in the company of Major Felkner. Those who know us well pity our situation, but others have misunderstood it as I was seducing him.

“God detests those who commit adultery!”

Some might even believe I’ve committed adultery with him. I had no idea Mrs. Becker held me in such contempt.

“I’ve never been with him!”

Unable to contain my frustration, I shouted back.

“Do you not know that God detests a lying tongue?”

“Your tongue is itself a lying tongue!”

It was only when Mrs. Becker slandered me as a liar that I truly felt the things I didn’t realize before.

The gaze of others that I ignored because I was focused solely on escaping the Major’s bedroom safely.