“Ugh, hoo….”
The hot, rigid man stood upright, thrusting into the reddened flesh again and again.
Thin fluids trickled down the surface of the dark, pulsing shaft as it entered her womanhood over and over.
Iris’s face, once scrunched in pain, gradually filled with rapture.
At first, it hurt a little, but now the pleasure had grown so intense she barely felt any pain at all.
As Johannes’s hips moved, her petite bottom bounced wildly beneath him.
Iris, lost in excitement, babbled words she didn’t even know she was saying.
“Ah, it’s too deep. Hng. Going in so deep, mm, I can’t, ahh.”
“Ha, I love it. Ugh, it feels so good.”
Johannes, just as lost, slammed into her from below.
Every time his solid hips collided with her tender flesh, the wet, lewd sound echoed in the room.
Gripping both sides of Iris’s bottom as if to crush them, Johannes pushed his length in even deeper.
As he scraped against every spot along her inner walls, Iris’s vision blurred.
“Mmm, ha, Johanne…s. Haa…”
“Ah, Iris, now…”
Just then, Johannes paused, his brows furrowing.
Sensing he was about to finish, Iris clung to him, lowering her hips so he couldn’t escape.
Their union deepened again, and hot breaths burst from Johannes’s mouth.
“Mmm, it’s okay to do it inside.”
“Hoo… Really?”
Instead of answering, Iris seductively ground herself between his legs, still holding him inside.
Taking that as a signal, Johannes began pounding into her again, his control lost at the promise he could release inside.
The primal instincts of a man completely took over his mind.
“Ahh, wait, mm!”
“Ha, hah.”
Panting heavily, he flipped Iris onto her back in one swift motion, then drove his thick pillar deep into her womanhood with fierce force.
The explicit sounds of their bodies rubbing filled the air.
The very tip of his shaft plunged into her deepest part, and both of them squeezed their eyes shut.
“Ugh…”
“Ah, aaah!”
Inside her, the man’s length swelled, releasing a torrent of hot seed.
Johannes’s body trembled as he held Iris so tightly she could hardly breathe.
Iris, dazed, wrapped her legs around his solid waist, panting softly.
After the climax passed, her whole body went slack and languid.
Only after a long while did their bodies finally separate.
After cleaning both of them up, Johannes’s gaze stopped at a single spot.
He’d spotted the scarf wrapped around Iris’s neck.
It was strange that he’d only just noticed—such an obvious scarf stood out, especially since she wore nothing else.
During the heat of sex, he’d been so focused on her that he hadn’t registered anything around her neck.
He’d been concentrating solely on her body. Still, it was weirder to be wearing a scarf during sex than, say, sunglasses and jeans indoors. Why had he only now noticed?
Realizing Johannes was staring at her neck, Iris covered it and gave an awkward smile. Johannes pulled the blanket over her and asked,
“Iris, aren’t you hot? Why the scarf…?”
“Oh, this?”
When Iris pointed to her neck, Johannes nodded.
‘He’s quick to notice. What should I say?’
She’d thought she might get away without explaining, but apparently he’d only just seen it.
As soon as Johannes asked, the presence of the scarf—something even she had forgotten—started to feel stifling.
To be precise, it wasn’t the scarf, but the necklace hidden beneath it that seemed to choke her.
She wasn’t sure if it was real or fake, and in the worst case, it could even be a trap set by Abellus—a thought that made her uneasy.
Swallowing, her throat prickled as if she had a sore throat. Without much thought, she blurted out an excuse.
“Oh, this. I got a rash on my neck.”
“Even with something like that…”
“Hm?”
“…you’re still beautiful.”
Johannes’s cheeks turned as red as a ripe apple. Embarrassed by his own words, he covered his face with both hands and bowed his head.
He wasn’t saying it to flatter her; to Johannes, Iris was always beautiful and cute.
And right now, after sleeping together, she looked even more radiant—like she was glowing from behind.
Thinking her excuse about the rash was flimsy, Iris’s heart skipped a beat at the unexpected compliment.
It felt like Johannes had changed a little—in a good way.
He was still shy, but he now expressed his feelings much more openly than before.
She cradled her flushed cheeks with her hand and leaned against the headboard.
“…Really?”
“Mhm. So, I mean, if it’s uncomfortable, you can take it off.”
“N-no, it’s fine. I just feel better keeping it covered.”
Shaking her head, Iris fiddled with the scarf. After such strenuous exercise, she’d sweated enough to soak the scarf.
It definitely looked odd to insist on wearing a scarf while her body was slick with sweat.
‘Should’ve come up with a better excuse than a rash.’
As she thought this, Johannes, who’d been quietly watching her, murmured softly,
“It must be hot…”
“Mmm…”
He was being unusually persistent.
Normally, Johannes would be careful with his words and often hold back when talking to Iris, but that habit had gradually disappeared.
He stammered less and spoke more now. After becoming one with Iris, he seemed to feel a natural ease with her.
Claiming to wear the scarf because of a rash was a weak excuse, after all.
Maybe it was better to just change the subject.
Iris tapped her lips with her finger, then grinned and pulled Johannes close.
“I like sweating.”
“Ah, Iris.”
As she hugged him and lay back on the bed, Johannes’s eyes went wide.
Iris’s eyes curled mischievously as she reached down.
Johannes was already fully aroused—he hardly needed any more encouragement.
“Should we sweat a little more?”
“Ha…”
As Iris’s hand moved, Johannes’s eyes narrowed.
He’d been struggling to suppress his desire, but now that Iris was the one coming on to him, there was no reason to hold back.
As their bodies entwined, the air in the bedroom began to heat up once more. It was a hot night—or rather, a hot afternoon.
Time passed quickly, and soon the black night sky was studded with countless stars.
Just as the night sky had darkened, shadows had formed under Iris’s eyes as she parked her beat-up car in the garage.
The moment she got out, her waist bent on its own, and a groan slipped naturally from her lips.
“Aigoo…”
Even after chugging two bottles of Stamina Potion in a row, her muscle soreness wouldn’t go away.
She thought back on what had just happened.
After thoroughly enjoying herself with Johannes, she’d looked out the window to see the sky stained crimson.
Johannes’s stamina seemed endless, but Iris was exhausted.
The necklace kept bothering her, and she still hadn’t recovered from the aftereffects of being with Abellus the night before.
When she said she was going home, Johannes clung to her several times, unwilling to let her go.
Iris, alarmed, insisted she had to go home. If she stayed with Johannes all night, she doubted her body would survive.
Hurriedly getting dressed, Iris firmly refused when Johannes offered to walk her home.
She didn’t want to reveal the address of Teresa’s House.
She had no idea that Johannes already knew she lived with an old exorcist woman in her new home.
‘It was even better than I expected. How many times did we do it?’
Recalling those steamy moments, Iris’s cheeks turned rosy.
They’d had sex five times in total, and except for the first, she’d let Johannes finish inside for the remaining four.
To be precise, after the first time she told him it was okay, Johannes got the idea and took care of the rest himself.
She opened the System and checked her previous messages.
‘Hmm, there are four past messages. Should I steal his ability or not? I really want that <Mind Reading>, but if I take it without a word, wouldn’t that be betraying Johannes?’
Unlike with the other Villains, she was deeply hesitant to steal Johannes’s ability.
Of course, he wouldn’t notice right away if she did.
But, like Laika, he’d eventually catch on.
The image of Johannes shyly blushing as he confessed his feelings flickered before her eyes.
Imagining that face twisting with betrayal sent a chill through her heart.
But she might need Johannes’s <Mind Reading> at a critical moment.
Just maybe, in the worst-case scenario, she and Johannes could end up on opposing sides.
‘I’ll end up doing it again anyway. Should I just let it go this time? No, but I can’t be sure what’ll happen…’