I Pray That You Forget Me - Chapter 121
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“Johann? What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing….”
If he wasn’t thinking, then why ask me this?
“Is there anything from the conversation with the Major that you haven’t told me?”
He had already asked this question right after returning from the wedding.
“What I told you then is all there is.”
Of course, excluding the Major’s disgusting remarks.
“Try to remember if there’s anything you’ve forgotten.”
I attempted to do as he asked, but nothing new came to mind. It couldn’t be that I had told him everything, but the conversations with the Major over the past six months had mostly been meaningless, failing to leave a lasting impression.
Shaking my head, I sensed Johann’s sigh.
“Then what….”
“…What’s wrong?”
“Just… curious. Anyway, you don’t need to worry.”
It didn’t feel like mere curiosity. But instead of looking into my puzzled eyes, Johann removed my hand from his waist, glanced down, and stood up.
“Your nails are too long… I’ll need to trim them before you hurt yourself again.”
“Ah….”
Occasionally, I would find long nail marks on my body, with no memory of when they had appeared. Johann always kept his nails short and handled me carefully, like silk, so those marks weren’t from him.
It turned out the culprit was me. For some reason, my sensitive skin easily got scratched from the lightest touch.
When Johann returned from the bedroom, he held the small scissors I used for sewing. Instead of handing them to me, he began to trim my nails himself.
For some reason, I was not good at trimming my nails. I always ended up cutting them unevenly, leaving sharp or rough edges, which often resulted in more scratches on my skin.
“I’m good at sewing difficult things like embroidery.”
Johann nodded, his eyes fixed on my fingers.
“Then you’re not entirely clumsy with your hands, but why can’t you handle trimming your nails, which is much easier?”
That’s why, despite being an adult, I always entrusted my nails to Johann like a child.
“Well… if we had a nail clipper, you might be able to trim them yourself.”
I had never even thought about buying one since I couldn’t afford to buy non-essential items. Prices kept rising, and I couldn’t even consider it anymore.
It seemed the government distributed nail clippers to the soldiers. I had seen one with the army insignia in the Major’s bedroom. I had thought about sneaking one if he got another, but I ultimately decided against it.
“But nail clippers are too expensive.”
If I could trim my nails myself, Johann would no longer do it for me. I wasn’t simply leaving it to him because he was better at it.
As he skillfully turned the scissors to round off the tip of my index finger, he made sure the cut was smooth. After touching the tip of my finger, his lips curved into a smile.
Each moment he meticulously groomed me and smiled with satisfaction made my heart swell. I felt like a naive princess cherished by a knight. At the same time, like the only masterpiece of a sculptor who craved perfection. Of course, it wasn’t just pure excitement that made my heart race.
‘Hmm….’
Every time Johann’s firm fingertips brushed against mine, it felt like my heart might burst. Despite living so close to him, with the ability to share our bodies whenever we wanted, I found myself inexplicably tightening my legs with every innocent contact that carried no lewd intentions.
I absentmindedly flicked one in front of his lips, fully aware that he wouldn’t be interested in my legs as he was focusing on my fingertips. Johann narrowed his eyes as if bothered, and when I didn’t stop, he parted his lips, which had been curved upwards.
“Ah….”
Like a predator biting its prey, he gently nibbled on my fingertip. But just like a playful puppy, he quickly let go, pressing my fingertip between his plump lips. After a brief kiss, I pushed my fingertip back between his lips, prompting Johann to chuckle and bite down softly again.
The carnal side of me couldn’t resist the urges whenever his hands touched me, leading to shameless acts. My inability to hold back was partly due to his seemingly innocent face, which looked like he wouldn’t know anything about lust as he indulged in my playful attempts.
With his clear eyes showing no hint of wickedness, Johann slowly licked my finger, sending a ticklish sensation coursing through me. The thumb of the hand holding my finger grazed over the fleshy part of my palm, traveling down to my slender wrist.
“Ah….”
A shiver ran through my legs, making them feel warm and damp. Normally, I would have removed my gown and spread my knees wide open at this point, but I held back for a reason.
“There will be an evening roll call soon.”
Johann reminded me, pressing his lips against my palm. It was disappointing that we had to stop here, but drawing a line we shouldn’t cross felt exhilarating.
