I Pray That You Forget Me - Chapter 94
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“Lady Rize, you’re so naive and obedient that you do everything, even wh-ring, with that ladylike face of yours? Ah, it’s well-known that this turns you on, as all the c-ckheads in the world would agree, but if you’re going to be obedient, it should be to me.”
The Major reached for the side table, saw the empty cigarette pack, and crumpled it up angrily. Instead of lighting a cigarette, he spat out an unfamiliar curse and continued his incoherent rant.
“It might be exciting if I were to defile a pure young lady by teaching her step by step, but knowing someone else has already done it makes me feel dirty too. Damn it. Of course, this doesn’t mean I’m no longer interested in you, so don’t relax. It only makes me want to kill that con artist even more.”
“If you kill my husband, I’ll die too.”
“Yes, I know well, the only fanatic of Johann Renner.”
The Major mocked me and gestured for a new cigarette pack. Not wanting to get close, I tossed the one I had taken from the closet, but he accepted it without complaint and lit it up, seemingly more focused on disparaging Johann.
“Just how did he brainwash you? I’d almost like to learn that trick myself.”
To belittle love as brainwashing was typical of someone who didn’t understand it.
“Does Johann Renner get compared to a priest?”
The Major exhaled a puff of smoke and shook his head.
“He’s the leader of a heretical cult. The hybrid of a cult leader and a con artist exudes the same vibe as Johann Renner. The atmosphere is devout yet suspicious.”
He started accusing Johann again, but I let it go. After all, painting Johann as a heretic or a con artist wouldn’t send him to the gallows.
“Putting pure and holy words into people’s ears, and when those deceived open their mouths to praise him, he shoved his filthy c-ck into their mouths and degrades them, that’s what heretical cult leaders do.”
I felt a sense of relief despite the Major’s baseless attacks on Johann. Everything was going according to my calculations.
The calculations I had made when I found the fragments of memory, unintentionally.
“Answer the question I asked!”
Bang.
The memory, which was completely unclear, only showed a middle-aged officer threatening me. Therefore, I couldn’t determine what I had been interrogated about or what answers I had given in the past.
However, this advisory came to mind:
[Give safe, moderate answers when interrogated and naturally redirect the focus.]
As soon as this whisper echoed in my mind, my head began to spin reflexively.
‘How long had it been since you and he even kissed, and who made the first request?’
‘The kissing was withheld during the flu outbreak, but these days, I kiss him everyday.’
‘Rize Einemann, that’s not what I’m asking.’
[It’s dangerous. Don’t give them time to doubt your answer; redirect the person’s attention.]
“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…”
[Pause for a moment. If you, who never utter such degrading words, hesitates or speaks without hesitation, they’ll become suspicious.]
“D-does it feel bad when teeth touch? Johann never mentioned it…”
“So… you’ve sucked Johann Renner’s c*ck?”
[Excellent.]
The extremely private and lewd conversation I had with the Major was not a genuine mistake due to my shock. Throughout my rambling, my mind remained calm and calculated.
“I slept with Johann yesterday. If you don’t believe me, call a nurse to examine me.”
“Damn it, why should I care about that? Are you trying to ruin my mood?”
The Major didn’t want to hear it confirmed from my own mouth that I had had s-x with Johann.
How would he react if I told him that I had indeed engaged in the filthy acts he assumed I hadn’t?
If the Major I knew were here, he’d likely be blinded by lust and jealousy, focusing on what was between his legs rather than his head, and he might temporarily forget his interrogation.
“Well, even priests who only speak of purity have carnal desires below the waist, so it’s not entirely wrong to say Johann Renner is like a priest.”
The situation unfolded exactly as I had calculated. While this brought some relief, it also started to become overwhelmingly confusing and frightening.
Why did I act like this?
Just as I played the violin skillfully the moment I picked it up, my mind started working adeptly under the pressure of the Major’s questioning.
I felt just as unfamiliar as back then.
Yet, even in this bewildering state, the version of myself who was unfamiliar but far more intelligent followed the instructions.
“Johann is neither a priest nor a cult leader. Therefore, any carnal acts with his wife aren’t sins. But…”
I hesitated, nervously nibbling at my fingernails before asking in a hesitant, almost whispering voice.
“…Does it really feel unpleasant when the teeth touches?”
The Major, who had been regaining his composure, shifted his focus again.
“Why ask? Planning to go home and suck Johann Renner?”
Before the person could steer his thoughts back to their original course, I redirected the conversation once more onto the detour.
