I Pray That You Forget Me - Chapter 93
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Brigitta, who had been unusually persistent, immediately fell silent when the Major spoke. My brief relief from the difficult situation was short-lived, as the Major’s skeptical gaze fixed on me.
“No s-x? Until when?”
Was the Major merely trying to subject me to the same humiliation? This was not something others needed to know, nor was it something I was obliged to answer.
“I’ll go fetch the rag.”
“Stop right there.”
I tried to ignore the Major’s command and leave, but I had no choice but to halt when faced with the ensuing threat.
“The moment you leave without my permission, I’ll go find your husband. If you’re okay with me telling him that his wife has seen me naked while cleaning my bedroom just as much as she’s seen himself naked, then go ahead and leave.”
The Major knew that Johann was unaware of this fact. And now Brigitta would know too.
Brigitta hadn’t used this information to threaten me or inform Johann before. I had hoped that Johann was unaware of it, and Brigitta’s knowledge was a new and disturbing development.
Brigitta, sitting on her knees between the Major’s legs, gave a sly smile, clearly having come up with a new plan. It was ominous for me, as it seemed she had sinister intentions. Her next move was even worse than I had feared.
“Are you telling me that you two still aren’t having s-x?”
She whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, despite having heard the rumors from last year. It was suspicious that she was making such claims now.
“Rize, why don’t you confess before you’re punished? Your husband is a homos-xual, isn’t he?”
Indeed, this lie was why I had given up on escaping.
“Miss Ratz, haven’t you heard that we were caught in the barn by Mrs. Bauer while having s-x?”
I was prepared to say anything to protect Johann, even in front of the Major. Particularly in front of him. If a public figure were to spread such rumors, whether true or false, they would certainly use it to drive Johann to ruin.
I desperately tried to deflect the suspicion back onto Brigitta.
“Last year, my husband went through a lot of trouble because he refused your advances and faced false accusations of being homos-xual in retaliation. You still haven’t given up on that? It seems that not being able to sleep with my husband has left a significant scar on you. How pitiable.”
“Pitiable? Coming from someone who can’t even afford tea leaves and only drinks plain water? Why would I care about your husband? He’s just a penniless fool with nothing but his looks and body.”
Before Brigitta could continue her incessant chatter, the Major suddenly gagged her. Unable to bear seeing her gasping for air, I turned my eyes away.
“Rize Einemann.”
The Major called me with a tone completely devoid of his usual teasing. I felt a chill down my spine as if the gun was now aimed at me, and I became desperate again.
“My husband is not a homos-xual, Major. Last spring, he was simply refraining because I had recently been injured. Since then, we’ve had s-x almost daily.”
“…Rize Einemann.”
“You saw us in the forest, didn’t you? If you hadn’t interrupted us that day, we would have finished. You saw how enthusiastic Johann was.”
The Major’s gaze became increasingly stern as he glared at me, my anxiety making me say things I might not have otherwise.
“I slept with Johann yesterday. If you don’t believe me, call a nurse to examine me.”
In my desperation, I ended up saying even this, but the Major scowled deeply and shouted.
“Damn it, why should I care about that? Are you trying to ruin my mood? Stop talking nonsense and answer the question I asked!”
“Answer the question I asked!”
Bang.
A man in a Hyland uniform slammed his fist on a desk. However, there was no desk here, and the Major was naked, and more importantly, the officer shouting at me was not the Major.
At this moment, a fragment of a broken memory resurfaced.
“What does head injury have to do with refraining from kissing?”
While I was lost in dealing with the past officer, the military officer I faced today asked me even more specific questions.
“When was it that there was no kissing at all, and who made the first request?”
“The kissing was withheld during the flu outbreak, but these days, I kiss him everyday.”
I came to my senses, but I only answered half of what the Major asked, and that too with a lie. I pointed to Brigitta’s head between the Major’s legs and excitedly babbled incoherently.
“And do we only kiss?”
“Rize Einemann, that’s not what I’m asking. Whether that con artist gets aroused by men or not is none of my concern…”
“I also do such things with Johann. You wouldn’t believe how much he enjoys it. But what surprised me a moment ago wasn’t seeing this for the first time, but…”
I hesitated, biting my nail and feeling awkward, then timidly asked,
“D-does it feel bad when teeth touch? Johann never mentioned it…”
“So… you’ve sucked Johann Renner’s c-ck?”
The Major, whose cold demeanor was gradually disappearing, was finally triggered by this remark.
“Did Johann Renner ever ask you to do that?”
It was incorrect, but I let the misunderstanding stand.
