Please Forget Me - Chapter 132
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Fortunately, Johann had a plausible excuse to decline the difficult request without incurring the resentment of the Zimmermans.
They knew that if the identity of the author of the false tip-off was discovered, it would only be a matter of time before the informant’s identity was revealed as well. Consequently, the Zimmermanns quickly backed off.
“Please keep this matter secret.”
He also didn’t forget to ask me to stay silent. Perhaps seeking another ghostwriter, Brigitta was taken by the military the next day.
We remained silent, even though we were aware of the truth. After all, living honestly in a world that only hastens our demise was futile.
But the military isn’t foolish. Most importantly, they had no reason to get involved in civilian retaliation.
Like the outsider artist, Brigitta was released after the investigation revealed no charges against her. However, the already incited townsfolk refused to believe the military’s findings.
The vigilante group that had recently formed in the village set up watch over the Ratz. If Brigitta was truly a spy, she would try to flee or meet with enemies, and so they claimed they were monitoring her—though it was an excuse no one would fall for.
“That little rat tried to escape last night.”
The morning after Brigitta was released, I overheard Mrs. Becker and the woman from the house behind mine gossiping over the fence in the backyard.
“I heard they caught her hiding at the school…”
“Why the school?”
“She must have planned to meet the demon from Falkland there and run away.”
“And what happened then?”
“Don’t share this with outsiders.”
“Why would I?”
After that, the women whispered in hushed tones, and I didn’t catch what happened to Brigitta. Not that I needed to, as I had seen it with my own eyes.
When Johann and I went to the square in Eshbron to receive our rations, we found a crowd gathered around the old tree in the center of the square.
“Close your eyes, Rize.”
Johann turned to look first and covered my eyes with his hand, but unfortunately, I had already seen between the heads rising above the crowd. Brigitta was hanging dead from a noose.
Though it had happened overnight, the square was surrounded by buildings, so there must have been witnesses, yet no one came forward to the police or military.
The Ratz family neither spoke out nor even claimed the body. It seemed that, as they were unable to escape this valley, they preferred to keep their heads down and preserve their lives rather than fight for their family’s honor or uncover the truth.
Perhaps the military thought it wouldn’t benefit them to stir up the townsfolk further, hoping that the anger would not turn against the government. In the end, Brigitta was ruled a suicide.
This event was shocking in many ways. I hadn’t been the only one who thought I could kill her by accusing her of being a spy. After all, if I could have such thoughts, it was likely others had as well.
I wasn’t sure if I should feel relieved that I hadn’t had particularly cruel thoughts about this incident or if I should fear that everyone who was once kind was turning into a devil. It was impossible to know.
Now, it seemed that grievances no longer just lingered in people’s hearts. This place felt like a battleground where people killed each other.
* * *
Bombings. Spies. False accusations. Plagues. Starvation. And Johann.
A night came when everyone trembled with their own anxieties, unable to sleep. The man I was worried about was probably struggling with his own fears.
“Haah….”
“Ugh….”
For the past few nights, he had begun seeking my body. I was curious about what could be so troubling that he needed to use my body for comfort, but I didn’t ask since I knew he wouldn’t tell me anyway. I simply spread my legs for him as his hand dug into my bloomers.
“Uuuh….”
“Isn’t this your favorite spot?”
“Ahh… Uuuh….”
“Then how about I suck on this?”
“Ugh… Ah… good….”
His teasing fingers suddenly stopped stimulating me. He must have felt that no matter how much he played with me, I wasn’t getting wet. It was easy to moan and twist my body to feign excitement, but I couldn’t manage to act like I was truly aroused.
He let go of my b****t, which he had been passionately sucking, and asked,
“Are you tired?”
“No.”
All the hard work around the house was done by Johann, not me. And I wasn’t the one who had to wake up early to work after the school closure ended. If he could muster the energy to sleep with me, then I couldn’t possibly be tired.
“I’ll get wet eventually.”
I slipped my bloomers off with my own hands.
“If you put it in like this, it’ll hurt.”
“Ah….”
However, what pushed into me wasn’t a rigid p–is, but a soft, moist tongue.
Johann, how you care for me. But resolving his anxiety in me and releasing me was truly the way to show he cared.
“Ah, ahhh….”
With the sticky sounds of our flesh rubbing together, my restless night stretched on.
“Okay, I’ll put in now.”
Though my heart wasn’t into it, my body that was accustomed to Johann and obediently welcomed him. Just as he aligned his tip with my slick entrance and pushed in, I pulled my hips back.
His tip, which should have penetrated me, slipped outside and grazed my folds instead. Johann held me as I stiffened and asked,
“What’s wrong?”
“…Go from behind.”
How had I come to say something like that?
“Didn’t you not like it?”
Johann looked incredulous.
