Please Forget Me - Chapter 47

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

“Uh…”

Despite my efforts, I couldn’t take it halfway in before the flesh poked my throat, triggering a gag reflex.

“Rize, what are you doing?”

Although he couldn’t see from his angle, Johann sensed my discomfort and forcibly removed himself from my mouth.

“Haa…”

I took a deep breath, ready to try again, but Johann covered himself with his palm, stopping me.

“I’ve felt how much you love me, all the way from the depths of your throat, so let’s stop now.”

“No, move your hand.”

“Rize, if you choke to death, what am I supposed to confess to the gatekeeper of hell?”

“I won’t die. I’ll only put in a little this time. Just this much.”

I spread my thumb and index finger wide and placed them against his shaft, which only covered a part slicked with my saliva due to my small hands.

“Ho…”

Johann sighed deeply, seemingly conflicted. He knew rejecting my affections outright was difficult because he enjoyed them too much.

Perhaps then, helping his love not to waste too much energy on unnecessary worries is also a form of true love.

Suck. I sucked on his middle finger covering the tip, pulling it long a couple of times.

“My wife must surely be possessed by a devil…”

After another long sigh, Johann removed his hand, but then he gripped his shaft and angled it towards me.

“Only up to here.”

It was just about a finger’s width below the head. It was much less than I intended to take.

Just this much? But Johann might change his mind halfway through.

Without any complaints, I took the flesh into my mouth, moving my head only until my lips touched Johann’s fist. Reflecting on it while I was sucking, this situation almost seemed like Johann was feeding his member to me.

This is scandalously lewd.

My face heated up. I stopped moving, just holding the tip in my mouth and rolling it with my tongue, sneaking a glance at him. It seemed Johann was thinking the same, his face flushed red to the ears.

As soon as our eyes met, he quickly removed his hand from his member, as if he had been burned. Then, in a panic, he grabbed it again as I had taken more than the agreed-upon limit.

“Try eating just this much ham, Rize.”

I was to suck only as much as Johann fed me. Yet, it filled my mouth completely because of its thickness. I wrapped my lips around it, sucking noisily, and when I needed to breathe. I rolled my tongue around the flesh and explored its contours.

It had been a while, so Johann seemed to respond quicker than usual.

“Ah…”

His breaths grew shorter and he moaned, then he looked down at me, swallowed hard with a significant gulp, and shut his eyes, as if he’d seen something he shouldn’t have.

‘Why is he acting like this?’

It was odd, but undeterred, I continued my movements. Johann took a deep breath and opened his eyes, then averted his gaze, covering his face with his other hand.

‘What’s wrong?’

I stopped my tongue, blinking up at him, and Johann slowly turned his eyes back to me. The hand that had covered his face came towards mine.

“To enjoy this… after making my wife do such a thing…”

He caressed my cheek that was bulging from containing the tip, realizing why Johann was finding it difficult to look at me. It was because I was pressing and licking the tip against my cheek. This allowed me to breathe and move my tongue.

‘Johann is shy.’

Reassured it was nothing serious, I resumed the movement of my tongue.

“Ah, I may be the bad one here, but you… why you enjoy this… uh…”

His words likely trailed off into ‘I can’t understand’ the moment my cheeks hollowed from sucking vigorously.

‘But you know the answer.’

It must be the same reason Johann enjoys pleasuring me between my legs. When your affections drive you wild with pleasure, it feels like I might go mad with delight too.

The opportunity to see a side of him that he would never show to anyone else was also a reason why I continued to suck on his member until my tongue felt sore.

“Ah… that thing you did earlier… ah, it felt really good.”

The usually reticent man was making honest admissions…

“Just one more time…”

The always calm man was showing eagerness…

“Uh…”

The man whose expression was always gentle now furrowed his brow deeply.

Eventually, he let go of his restraint—and his grip on his member. Before I could take the chance to go deeper, Johan made his move.

“Ugh, mm…”

“Uh…”

Seated with one hand bracing against the bed, he made short thrusts, rubbing the tip inside my cheek. He looked at me with eyes that said he couldn’t stop, even though he knew he should.

It didn’t go deep enough to choke or hurt me. The hand that had been holding his member was now cradling the back of my head. He was careful not to hurt me, even as he acted on his arousal by pressing into my mouth.

So, my inability to collect myself wasn’t due to difficulty or pain, but because I was delighted by this aspect of Johann.

‘Johan has lost himself to me.’

The man usually indifferent to instinct had finally surrendered to it.

Yet, I know my man well. Soon, his rationality will return, and he’ll abruptly stop, muttering to himself, ‘Why did I do that?’.

Then, he’ll gently lay me down and insist we go to sleep with a proper goodnight.