Chapter 3

“How much did you drink when you can’t even hold your liquor?”

At the man’s irritated voice, Judith abruptly sat bolt upright where she was.

“Johannes Meyer.”

The softened voice slipped out through Judith’s pink lips. The black-haired man set Judith’s handbag, which he had been carrying over his shoulder, onto the table and twisted one eyebrow.

Judith climbed down from the bed and staggered all the way up to Johannes. She spread both hands and grabbed his cheeks, turning them this way and that.

“It is you. My friend of ten years. Johannes.”

Even though she had gotten this drunk because of him, all of Judith’s negative feelings toward Johannes Meyer had vanished, leaving only delight. Judith smiled innocently as she kept lowering and lifting her head, which would not stop drooping. As though her blurred vision frustrated her, Judith pushed her face very close to Johannes’s.

“You’ve grown a lot.”

The blue eyes that slowly closed and opened were clouded. Judith pointed at Johannes with her index finger and smiled dreamily.

“What?”

“You used to be only this tall. You were way smaller than me.”

Patting Johannes on the shoulder, Judith puffed out an alcohol-laced breath with a “Phoo.”

“I was never smaller than you, and go to sleep.”

“Sleep?”

Judith tilted her head sideways, pointing at her own chest with her finger.

“Alone?”

“Well, yes, alone.”

Johannes frowned as he threw the dirty handkerchief into the trash bin.

“It’d be scary alone though, wouldn’t it? A ghost might jump out from inside the wall, you know.”

“What?”

Judith wrapped both arms around Johannes’s waist and stubbornly pushed him toward the bed. Even as Johannes was pushed back by Judith, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders so she would not get hurt.

Thud.

Johannes, having fallen onto the bed, knitted his brow. At some point Judith had lain down beside him and reached out a hand, patting around his chest.

“This way it won’t be scary, right?”

“Ha.”

Just how long ago was she talking about? It seemed Judith, borrowing the strength of alcohol, had become trapped inside a fragment of the past. Johannes covered his eyes with the back of his hand and let out a sigh. Until this wild young lady fell asleep, he would be completely stuck in bed. Johannes closed his eyes and focused on Judith’s touch. It was still clumsy and warm.

When the hand that had been patting him for quite a while quieted down, Johannes slowly opened his eyes. He was about to turn his head slightly to check whether Judith had fallen asleep, but between the slowly blinking eyelids facing him, he saw a pair of sky-blue eyes. The moment their eyes met, an unusual light came into Judith’s clouded pupils.

“So it really is you, Johannes Meyer?”

Ignoring the warning from what remained of her alcohol-soaked reason, Judith brought her finger to Johannes’s lips like an unbridled colt.

The purple eyes stained with confusion were beautiful like jewels.

“Wait……”

Johannes did not know what meaning he was supposed to take from Judith’s hand digging into his lips. First of all, he had to stop her. To keep things from becoming awkward with regret later. He needed to restrain Judith.

But at some point, he could no longer stop her, now kneeling on either side of his waist. It was too late to reject the woman’s touch as she opened her soft palm and laid it against his cheek. Her trembling eyelashes stirred the unrest in his heart.

Judith quietly stroked Johannes’s cheek to her heart’s content. The warmth conveyed through her palm was satisfying. She spread her thumb and tried touching his red lips. The plump and soft sensation spread along her fingertips. His red lips parted, and warm breath spilled onto her fingers. It was so ticklish her toes curled.

She lowered her face and placed her lips on his. It was a stimulation that could not even be compared to what she had felt through her fingertips. After their lips met several times, a pained sound burst from his mouth.

“Wouldn’t it be better… to stop? You’ll regret it once you sober up.”

Johannes twisted his waist, trying to pull his body out from beneath Judith. Whether he did or not, Judith abruptly bit his lips. The lips she lightly nibbled were rather full. Just as she had read in a book, she stiffened her tongue and pushed it between his parted lips. Soft and tender. Warm and ticklish. Judith swept the firm line of Johannes’s teeth with the tip of her tongue and licked the delicate inner flesh. As though he could not bear it, with his mouth thoroughly occupied, he tangled his tongue with hers. He kissed her roughly, as if not allowing even a drop of breath to escape. It was a clumsy and awkward kiss, but the heat below flared up sharply. It seemed even the body of the one pinned beneath her could not escape desire. What had been pressing ominously against her backside for a while now was no joke.

Judith twisted her waist slightly and reached her hand downward. The place her hand touched was the swollen front of Johannes’s trousers. Judith was curious about what the large, hard thing against her palm was.

“Please, stop. Judith Loewe.”

This far. No farther. Johannes grabbed Judith’s wrist and shook his head, but it was useless. Drunk, her reason blurred, and her curiosity aroused, Judith brushed away Johannes’s hand. Before he could stop her, Judith stretched out both arms, undid the buckle of Johannes’s trousers, and pulled down his waistband without warning.

Thud. A member of unusual size slipped out from outside his drawers. Judith silently examined it. She was dying to know what this thing was that kept swelling up and then lying back down again. Judith lowered her face toward his drawers faster than Johannes could pull his trousers back up.

“Gasp.”

Judith brought her lips to the swelling place. Johannes clutched the bedsheet as if in distress, and Judith even pulled down his drawers. Thud. At last his p*nis sprang free, flushed red. Judith examined the gleaming shaft, then abruptly grabbed it.

“Hng.”

Each time Judith stroked upward over him with her palm, Johannes let out a hot breath.

“Ugh. Slowly… ngh.”

When Johannes twisted his waist and let out a pained sound, Judith brought what she held in her hand to her mouth and took it in. She placed it inside as though sucking on candy and licked upward with her tongue. It was so large it filled her mouth completely and left her jaw aching, but she did not stop.

“Ha. Judith.”

At last, when Judith softly bit down on what was in her mouth, Johannes pressed his lips tightly together. His reddened face twisted mercilessly. Before he knew it, his improper hand had moved to the back of Judith’s head. Repeatedly pressing down and releasing her head with his large palm, he moved his waist back and forth.

“Mmph. This sausage is too big and doesn’t taste good.”

Judith drew back her face and frowned. What she spat out while prodding the inside of her mouth with her tongue was not ladylike at all. Johannes gripped Judith’s cheek and wiped across her wet lips with his fingertips. A flower-like flush followed the places his fingers traced. Judith’s half-lidded gaze on him was lush. It was an expression he could not have known thirteen years ago. A precious sight he might catch only occasionally in dreams. Johannes pressed his finger into Judith’s mouth and released the beast imprisoned in the cage of reason.

“I don’t think so. You haven’t tasted it properly yet.”

They had already gone too far to stop here. Ever since Judith had taken him into her mouth, Johannes had pretended not to notice the reason that had fled from him. Even if it returned now, a body ruled by desire was beyond recovery.

Johannes gripped Judith’s shoulders, laid her down on the bed, and climbed over her.

“And this sausage is supposed to be tasted somewhere other than the mouth.”

“Where?”

“……Around here?”

Johannes stretched out his hand and slipped it under her dress. At the hand burrowing between her thighs, her legs naturally opened. Johannes stroked Judith’s thigh and carefully brought his hand between her groin. The damp underwear there was suggestive. Johannes slipped his finger inside the wet underwear and searched for the source of the spring. When he brought his fingertips to the small hidden hollow beneath the thicket, something slick and moist drew in his finger.

“Ngh.”

Judith squeezed her eyes shut and reacted to what had invaded below. Johannes inserted his finger into Judith and pressed the area around it warmly with his palm.

“You taste it here.”

“How do you taste it there?”

Johannes brought his mouth to Judith’s ear and whispered softly.

“You can see it.”

“Liar.”

“Then shall I let you taste it yourself?”

Judith blinked blankly, and Johannes swallowed her lips. While his tongue stirred through her mouth, his fingers also moved below, probing and parting Judith.

“Uh.”

Judith let out the breath she lacked. Johannes bent his finger and gently scratched at Judith’s soft and warm inner wall. He did not forget to stimulate her by rubbing her cl*toris with his thumb as well. He had only touched her cl*toris, yet Judith twisted her waist and squeezed her eyes shut.