‘So Johannes has liked me for a long time. Judging from the timeline, since middle school? Or could it have been even earlier?’
Back then, the things that once made me uncomfortable now, knowing the truth, had turned into thrilling memories.
My heart swelled with excitement. Johannes was handsome, well-built, and lacking in nothing.
True, his personality was a bit odd, but compared to his outward charms, that much was worth accepting.
There was a time when I wondered who the “amazing girl” was—the one he admired from afar but never dared approach.
I even looked for candidates among the popular girls from our school days, but who would have guessed it was me?
Of course, I’d always had my suspicions, but hearing it from his own lips felt especially good.
When I was standing at the Apartment entrance, I hadn’t planned to seduce him because of the necklace, but now, I found him so lovable that I simply couldn’t resist any longer.
When Iris lifted her arms as if inviting him into her embrace, Johannes’s eyes went round.
It seemed like she was beckoning him closer, but he didn’t dare reach out recklessly.
Iris was always a difficult person for him. Unable to approach her easily, he asked,
“Huh?”
“Why are you just standing there? You can do whatever you want now. Come on.”
Iris took Johannes’s hand and placed it on her waist.
Then she gently rested her head against his chest.
Johannes’s face turned red, and he carefully moved his hand.
His hand, traveling up from her waist, touched her chest, and above her head came the sound of him taking a deep breath.
His hand moved so slowly it was almost frustrating, but that only made it sweeter.
There was an innocent, untainted feeling to it.
‘Maybe I should help a little. At this rate, it’ll take a thousand years.’
Iris wrapped her hand around Johannes’s and slid it inside her bra.
Startled by the sudden move, Johannes’s shoulders jerked.
“It’s fine, even like this.”
“Hngh….”
His fingers brushed against the small, stiff nipple.
At that moment, it was as if something snapped inside Johannes’s head.
The last fragile thread of reason, barely holding on, finally broke.
Breathing rough, he suddenly began to move his hands much faster than before.
As he pushed her underwear all the way down, her ample chest spilled free.
Iris reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, helping him.
After tossing her underwear aside, Johannes, with trembling hands, grasped her breast.
He shifted positions so he was leaning over Iris, then lowered his head.
When his red lips closed around the erect tip, a moan escaped her small mouth.
“Haa….”
“Mmm, ahh.”
Iris twisted her body, clutching his dark hair as it buried itself in her chest.
She pressed the back of his head, wanting him to suck harder, and his caresses grew more intense.
Johannes noisily sucked Iris’s pink nipple while kneading the other breast with abandon.
His mouth savored her chest while his hand squeezed the other side without restraint.
Even though she was the one being touched, not the other way around, a tingling sensation shot from her head to her toes.
His tongue constantly flicked at the nipple in his mouth, while his free hand slid down.
It traced the curve of her slim waist, then hesitantly stroked her round hips.
He worried he might be moving too quickly.
After all, he’d confessed, and Iris had kissed him right away, but they weren’t dating yet.
Even if they became a couple, wasn’t it proper to wait at least a hundred days before sleeping together?
Of course, he wanted to become one with Iris right now, but he also worried she might tire of him if things moved too fast.
‘But if I suddenly ask “what are we,” the mood we’ve built might just vanish….’
Half of him wanted to clarify their relationship, and half wanted to ignore everything and just become one with Iris right now.
His hand hovered indecisively around her hips.
Iris, unable to watch any longer, took his hand and gently guided it to the secret place he’d been unable to touch on his own.
“H-hold on….”
“What? Don’t you want to?”
“…No.”
When his hand touched the soft mound, covered only by her underwear, hot breath escaped Johannes’s lips.
At Iris’s question, Johannes paused and looked up, his face red, lips just parted from her chest.
Of course he didn’t dislike it.
The moment he touched her intimate place, he forgot whatever reason he’d had for hesitating.
Swallowing nervously, he carefully stroked her thin mesh panties.
The fabric was so sheer that he could feel her coarse hair and the outline of her mound through his fingertips.
“Hoo….”
His instincts guided him to the parted slit, which he rubbed through her underwear.
The hollow in her panties was already damp and sticky from the moment he touched it.
This was Johannes’s first time, but he wasn’t completely ignorant about sex.
Realizing Iris was aroused because of him filled him with joy.
He gazed in awe at Iris’s chest, slick with his saliva, then took the other breast in his mouth.
He wanted to suck and fondle both breasts evenly, to leave his mark on her.
At the same time, his fingers—damp from the hollow of her underwear—moved up and down.
Iris spread her legs wider, giving him better access.
Every time his fingers moved, her hips twitched in response.
“Ah, hnngh, I can’t stand it.”
“…Ah.”
After a while of fondling her through her underwear, Johannes paused.
He took his lips from her chest and glanced down.
Iris had suddenly pulled her panties down.
Seeing the neat, lemon-colored hair adorning her plump mound, his breath caught.
There was nothing about Iris, from her chest to the space between her thighs, that wasn’t beautiful.
“Johannes….”
When Johannes remained frozen like a stone, Iris called his name softly.
Taking his large hand, which hovered in midair, she placed it over her mound.
And when he still didn’t move, she guided his fingers directly into the parted slit.
“Here, touch me more….”
“Y-yeah. Haa….”
Johannes pushed his fingers between her folds and slowly began to move.
Iris’s inner flesh was sticky and soft.
His trembling hand found her round clitoris and began to rub it gently in slow circles, making Iris tilt her head back and let out a nasal moan.
“Ha, mm….”
Watching her face, Johannes moved his hand faster.
At first, he didn’t know exactly where or how to touch her to give her more pleasure, but he learned by observing the flashes of joy on her face each time he touched a certain spot.
He slowly flicked her protruding nub, then let his fingers slip down to her entrance, repeating the motions.
His long fingers, glistening with her clear, sticky fluids, moved back and forth between her folds.
He wanted to push his hand deeper between her legs, but her panties, caught around her thighs, got in the way.
Eventually, he took them off, and Iris helped by lifting her legs.
They say human desire has no end.
Once he’d touched her over her clothes, he wanted to touch her bare skin.
Once he saw her naked body, he wanted to taste her.
In the end, he wanted to see her most intimate parts up close.
Unable to resist, he took hold of one plump thigh and spread it apart, revealing her glistening flesh, which parted as if to entice him.
“Ah, Johannes.”
“It’s alright. You’re beautiful.”
With a flushed face, he stared fixedly between Iris’s legs.
Feeling his gaze, Iris self-consciously tried to close her legs.
Even though she was completely naked, it was embarrassing to have a longtime friend and classmate scrutinize her so intimately.
But her attempt was quickly foiled. Johannes parted her thighs again, and, just as he had when devouring her breasts, suddenly lowered his head.
Surprised by the hot breath between her legs, Iris tried to scoot away, twisting her hips.
His lips, tasting her below, were almost unbearably hot. The sensation of his tongue, swirling deep inside, was electrifying.
“Wait, Johannes… ah, hngh.”
“Iris, just a moment. I want to taste you.”
“Ah, but, hngh, aaah.”
Johannes, his mouth pressed to her mound, whispered sensually.
Unlike usual, his low, husky voice was achingly erotic.
His lips closed over her slit again, and his red tongue flickered rapidly over her parted flesh.
The soft tip prodded her clitoris, then rubbed it up and down.
The pleasure was so intense that Iris cried out, clutching the bedsheet.
“Hngh, ah, Johannes….”