Please Forget Me - Chapter 92
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If I reveal my true feelings, the Major will likely enjoy it even more. Trying to smooth out my frown and turn my head back to the mirror, I found myself unable to look away from the grotesque scene before me.
Brigitta did something strange instead of immediately taking the Major’s p–is into her mouth. While I could understand wetting her lips with her tongue, why was she curling her lips inward?
Only after making a face like a toothless old woman did she finally take the tip into her mouth. I soon understood why.
“Mmm…”
Brigitta shook her head vigorously and moved her tongue skillfully, but every so often her lips would part, revealing her teeth, which caused her to pause and then curl her lips back in. It seemed like she was deliberately covering her teeth to avoid contact with the p–is.
‘Is that how it’s supposed to be done?’
I had no way of knowing. I couldn’t exactly ask the village women how to properly perform oral on a husband.
So, I had always placed the tip of Johann’s p–is in my mouth and licked and sucked it like a candy, never having paid attention to whether my teeth touched it. I thought that since Johann seemed to enjoy it so much, it must be the right way.
But was I mistaken? Does contact with the teeth feel bad? Why didn’t Johann say anything?
“Such an innocent Miss Rize.”
“Ah…”
I only realized late that the Major had been staring at me with a look of incredulity. When our eyes met, I flinched and turned away, but it was too late; I was already caught in his trap.
“Is this your first time seeing such a thing, Rize? Only vulgar swine like us would suck on a hole where urine comes out.”
I didn’t respond, continuing to busily handle the rag in my hand. However, my flushed face clearly displayed how embarrassed I was. The Major taunted me by snapping his fingers as if telling me to watch.
“Look this way, Rize. Watch closely and learn so you can become a wife who receives both your husband’s love and his c-m in your mouth tonight. If you need practice, I’ll gladly lend you my own, so don’t hesitate.”
That mouth of his—once it’s in motion, it must take quite a while to stop. I was about to leave, using the excuse of getting the rag washed, when Brigitta paused and mocked me.
“Do you think you can’t do it?”
She stopped what she was doing and looked at me with a sneer, as if knowing how to suck a man’s p–is was some great skill.
“Major, do you know what Rize has been saying?”
“Miss Ratz!”
I didn’t know what she was planning to say, but I had to stop her. Of course, even if I told Brigitta to stop, she wouldn’t have listened.
“She’s been going around the village crying and complaining that her husband doesn’t sleep with her or even kiss her…”
“I never said that! Miss Ratz is the most notorious liar in Eisenthal!”
It was true that I had mentioned to the local women that Johann didn’t sleep with me or kiss me, but I had never gone around the village crying and making a fuss.
“Perhaps Johann didn’t want to. Isn’t it the same for you, Major? She’s just a big chest and nothing else. The village women told her to shake it with her hand, and if that didn’t work, to suck it. Do you know what she said? Are you making fun of me? She said so. Good heavens!’”
Brigitta’s laughter echoed down the hallway. Despite the humiliation, I stood there, my resolve to leave with the excuse of getting the rag washed already abandoned. I feared what new lies might be fabricated in my absence.
“So, you think because you’re a noble lady, you can’t do such things, but other women are just w****s who do? Is that why? Do you think that if you have a decent face and a good figure, men will come after you, panting and chasing you like a princess? As if you’re the only one with a decent figure and big b*****s.”
Brigitta accentuated her ample chest as she spoke, then inserted the Major’s p–is between her b*****s and began to rub it. She looked at me with a disdainful expression.
‘I can’t bear to watch this.’
I wasn’t bothered by the mockery; rather, it was Brigitta who looked pitiable. The Major’s preferred partner was clearly me, and Brigitta, fearing she’d be pushed aside as soon as I slept with him, was desperately trying to demean me while elevating herself. But even if she succeeded, it would only be a promotion from a b***h to a prostitute.
It was hard to believe that someone could actively pursue such vulgarity, and I was at a loss for words. Meanwhile, the Major couldn’t believe something so absurd.
“Your husband doesn’t even kiss you?”
The Major was incredulous about something that was long in the past. Given what he had witnessed in the forest, it was understandable that he would find it hard to believe. Brigitta seemed to find new excitement in spreading rumors about our marital relations.
“Major, the former landlord of the house where the Renner couple used to live, said something similar. She claimed that there was nothing like the sound of the bed creaking from the attic. So if a young couple wasn’t having s-x, something must be wrong…”
“Miss Ratz, should I make you hold a rag in your mouth? It would be cleaner than your tongue, so use this rag to wipe that dirty tongue.”
“What? How dare you….”
“Shut up.”
