As I kept touching her chest, it was only natural that I started wanting more.
How great would it be if I could slip my hand inside her clothes and feel her bare chest?
Would I need to ask permission for that too?
Iris had said I could do anything she wanted….
While my mind was tangled with all these thoughts, Iris whispered to me in a low, secretive voice.
“Don’t you feel stuffy? I mean, your clothes.”
“Huh?”
When Johannes didn’t understand, Iris lightly tugged at the strings of his hoodie.
Only then did Johannes catch her meaning and nodded frantically.
“You… you want me to take it off? I’ll take it off.”
A seductive smile tugged at the corner of Iris’s lips.
Johannes, dazed for a moment, quickly crossed his arms, pulled off his hoodie, and tossed it to the floor.
But when Iris’s gaze landed on his bare torso, embarrassment overcame him and he covered his chest.
He’d always worked out, so he was confident in his physique, but showing off his bare body in front of Iris made him tense up.
He worried if there was something lacking in her eyes.
‘My abs aren’t perfect. I should’ve made my chest even more solid. If I’d known, I would have worked out harder.’
In truth, Johannes’s body was flawless.
His abs were divided into clear lines like chocolate, and his thick, well-trained chest spread broad and strong.
His skin, too, was smooth, without a single scar or pimple.
He had a body any man would envy, but it was only natural to worry about shortcomings when there was someone to compare himself to.
Laika’s bare upper body, which he’d seen online, floated through his mind.
Given the circumstances, there was a high chance that Iris had seen Laika naked as well.
Though Johannes was sure he had the better face, he felt—just a bit, just a tiny bit—that his physique fell short.
In reality, Johannes’s looks and body were just as impressive as Laika’s, but standing before Iris, the self-consciousness he’d kept hidden reared its head again.
After all, he’d lost Iris to Laika once, so even when he tried not to think about it, he couldn’t help comparing himself to Laika.
‘No, no. Like James said, Laika is already in the past. Iris is with me now.’
According to the Watcher, Iris hadn’t seen Laika for quite some time.
It was said she seemed to have no lingering feelings for Laika at all.
Apparently, she’d been doing well since, not showing any sign of sadness.
Johannes felt the same. Iris was meeting him as if she’d never been with Laika at all.
Maybe she’d gone to that house for work as a Road Manager, not for personal reasons.
Maybe she’d gone to Actor’s House for a Variety Show shoot, or for a Photo Shoot using the house as a backdrop.
As he was indulging in such escapist thoughts, Johannes suddenly felt downcast.
‘Enough. The more I think, the more it hurts. I have to pretend I don’t know anything in front of Iris. If she finds out I had a Watcher following her, she’ll be upset.’
Forcing himself to shake off thoughts of Laika, Johannes glanced at Iris’s face.
She was staring at his body as if entranced, but when she felt his gaze, she quickly looked away.
Her cheeks were flushed, and with the way her lips curled up, it didn’t seem like she was disappointed.
Bolstered by her reaction, Johannes lowered the hands covering his chest.
Maybe because he was so nervous, his chest muscles twitched on their own.
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm his breath, then looked up to meet Iris’s eyes.
Now that he was undressed, he figured he should lie down.
What position would look sexy?
Thinking about it, he carefully lay down next to her, propping his chin on his hand.
But as soon as he did, Iris parted her lips.
“Aren’t your jeans uncomfortable too? Maybe it’d be better if you just took those off, too…”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I… I should take these off too…”
Flustered, Johannes jumped up and reached for the Buckle on his jeans.
But when he felt Iris’s gaze drift downward, he hurriedly turned his back.
He’d be showing her everything soon anyway, but undressing in front of her like this was too embarrassing.
After fumbling a few times, he managed to take off his jeans.
Even then, he couldn’t bring himself to turn around right away and let out a deep breath.
When he lowered his gaze, he saw the center, bulging so hard under his Briefs that it looked like it would burst through.
‘I hope I don’t startle Iris. But I only took it off because she told me to….’
He’d heard somewhere that bigger was better, so he’d always been confident, but now that he had to show Iris, he worried she might be creeped out by the sheer size.
He was so aroused that the veins bulged and the color of his member worried him.
As he spiraled into unnecessary worries, he heard a rustling sound behind him.
“Are you embarrassed? Should I take mine off too?”
“Huh? Oh, it’s… up to you.”
It was exactly what he wanted. Inside, he cheered, but somehow managed to reply nonchalantly.
He was glad he had his back turned so she couldn’t see the smile of delight or the part of him bobbing in welcome.
In the stillness, the sound of Iris undressing filled the air, making Johannes’s imagination run wild.
He swallowed.
They hadn’t even started yet, but he was already in danger down below.
He recalled the time he’d prematurely finished just from barely touching Iris.
If that happened again, he’d be mortified—and she’d be disappointed, too.
He bit his lip and sang a hymn in his head.
Thankfully, it seemed to work, and the turmoil below gradually subsided.
A moment later, Iris called him.
“Johannes, how long are you going to stand there? Come up.”
“Huh? Oh… right. I should… get up there.”
Johannes looked around and let out a sigh.
He couldn’t bring himself to turn around just yet, so he searched for something to cover himself but came up empty.
In the end, he awkwardly reached back, grabbed the edge of the Goose Down Comforter, and pulled it to cover himself as he climbed onto the bed.
He kept his eyes fixed on the Bed Sheet.
Facing Iris in only his Briefs, his heart felt like it would explode, and if he saw her bare body in this state, he might actually faint.
Seeing Johannes’s odd behavior, Iris stifled a laugh.
His obvious inexperience was so endearing.
Finally, after much effort, Johannes carefully lay down beside her.
He was about to pull up the comforter when Iris grabbed his chin, making him suck in a quick breath.
“Gasp….”
“How long are you going to keep staring at the floor?”
Their eyes met, and instinctively, Johannes’s gaze fell downward.
There, almost spilling out above her Bra, her chest was even more voluptuous from lying on her side.
His ears turned bright red.
“I—I won’t do it again.”
“Pfft….”
Iris couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore.
Johannes was so utterly different from other men; his innocence was refreshing.
Now she was certain—he really was a virgin.
Still holding his chin, Iris asked playfully, laughter in her voice.
“You said you liked me, right? Was I the girl you had a crush on?”
“Huh? Uh….”
“Guess not.”
When Johannes hesitated without answering, Iris let go of his chin and turned away, pretending to sulk.
She’d already heard him say he liked her, but she wanted a clear answer.
Was she the girl he’d been crushing on, or had he moved on and fallen for her now?
There was a ninety percent chance that his first love was her, but she needed to hear it for herself.
As soon as Iris narrowed her eyes, the flustered Johannes hurriedly confessed the truth.
His confidence vanished as soon as he sensed her mood souring, afraid that their relationship might end right there.
“No, it’s you. You, it’s really you.”
“…It’s me?”
Iris glanced back at him and, sensing his anxiety, Johannes quickly put his hand on her shoulder and answered desperately.
Even then, when Iris shot him a look, he hastily removed his hand.
“Yeah. You—it’s you, Iris.”
“I see.”
Only then did Iris turn to face him, her smile bashful.
He’d gotten so nervous over her slight pretense at anger; it had to be true that he’d liked her for a long time.
Flashes of Johannes’s odd behaviors over the years raced through her mind.
Now, looking back, everything made sense—he’d acted that way because he liked her.
Running away whenever she stared at him, ducking his head in embarrassment when she glared from behind, and all those countless strange behaviors.
She used to think he was a real weirdo, but if it was all because he wanted to get close to her without knowing how to express his feelings, she could understand.