Chapter 179: “We Can Do It Again”

Johannes shuddered as he buried himself deep inside Iris.

Each time Iris inhaled and exhaled, her warm, tight inner walls quivered, snugly embracing him.

Even without moving, he felt as though he was being squeezed, so he had to resist the urge to climax.

While Johannes tried to calm his throbbing desire, Iris’s breathing gradually steadied.

At first, when he entered her, the pain was so intense it felt as if her body was being split in two, and she wondered if something terrible might happen.

But humans were said to be creatures of adaptation.

What had felt unbearably tight at first gradually became slick and moist, making it possible for her to bear Johannes’s intrusion.

As she grew accustomed, the pain faded, replaced by a gentle warmth filling the space.

With a much more relaxed expression, Iris wrapped her arms around his broad back and let out a soft, provocative moan.

“Huu, Johannes.”

“Ha, Iris… it feels so good.”

Johannes, his eyes half-lidded, exhaled as he slid himself out just a bit from her entrance, then pushed back in deep.

Just being inside felt so good, he thought he could simply enjoy this forever.

Then, Iris embraced Johannes tightly, pressing their chests together.

Feeling the plushness of her flesh, his arousal swelled even more inside her.

Iris pressed her lips to his ear and whispered softly.

“You can move now.”

“Haah, then…”

Panting heavily, Johannes slowly began to move his hips.

The thick pillar of flesh, which had slid out slowly, pushed back in with a wet sound.

Even with just a few thrusts, fresh, slippery arousal gushed from their joining.

It was his first time, so his movements were awkward, but it didn’t matter when it came to heightening Iris’s pleasure.

No matter how he thrust, the thick shaft rubbed evenly against her inner walls, and the tip pushed in to the limit.

“Ah, ugh…”

“Fuu.”

After a few strokes, he seemed to get the hang of it, and his initially slow movements gradually sped up.

As the thick flesh moved rapidly in and out of her, the pain she had first felt faded away, replaced by waves of pleasure.

Even with him deep inside, she found herself wishing he could go even deeper.

Lost in ecstasy, Iris arched her back, her moans coming out as sobs.

“Ungh, ah, Johannes, huh!”

“Ah, fuu…”

Her inner walls, as if welcoming him, eagerly coated his member with sticky nectar.

Now soaked inside, every thrust and withdrawal echoed with obscene, squelching sounds.

With glazed eyes, Johannes moved his hips faster.

He desperately held back his climax, not wanting to disappoint Iris, but he was reaching his limit.

Compared to the old days, when even the slightest contact would make him finish, he was holding out well.

He had indulged himself in her small, soft body with hands and mouth, their secret places now joined completely.

Once, he could only look at Iris from afar, but now he was buried deep inside her.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, pleasure surged through him, making his scalp tingle.

“Ugh…”

The thick, veined shaft buried itself with a wet sound in her pink flesh, and Johannes’s brow creased.

Iris’s insides were simply ecstatic.

He wanted, if only for a moment, to pour his desire deep inside her, not caring about the consequences.

But if he gave in to impulse, he’d only end up hurting Iris’s feelings.

After making his decision, Johannes withdrew quickly before Iris could protest, squeezing his eyes shut.

He grabbed himself with his hand and moved rapidly.

From the slick, fluid-coated tip, thick, cloudy semen spurted out forcefully.

It splattered not only on Iris’s sex but across her thighs and smooth belly.

“Haa…”

Johannes, still panting and trembling after he finished, only regained his senses after a while.

Opening his eyes, he saw Iris’s lower body, smeared messily with his semen.

Not only was it pooled in her navel, it was running down her thighs.

The place he had just entered was now thoroughly covered in his release.

The primal urge to dominate, buried deep in his instincts, made his chest heave.

‘It’s so dirty.’

In a moment of lost reason, he had climaxed all over Iris’s body.

Looking at her messy state, he felt both guilty and aroused once more in his still-throbbing lower half.

Honestly, the guilt was minimal; the urge to sink back inside her was far greater.

But if he did that, Iris might really see him as a beast.

What would a considerate man do at a time like this?

Turning his eyes, Johannes found the answer at once and dashed out of the room.

A moment later, he returned with a damp towel and gently wiped Iris’s body, mumbling softly.

“…Sorry.”

“…Hmm? For what?”

Exhausted from their lovemaking, Iris blinked slowly, asking him.

She had no idea why he was apologizing out of nowhere.

If there was anything to be sorry for, it was that he hadn’t climaxed inside her as she had wanted, but she’d simply forgotten to ask.

‘How disappointing. I lost my mind and…’

She clicked her tongue internally.

The sex with Johannes had felt so good, she’d lost herself and forgot to ask him to finish inside.

With her eyes narrowed, she glanced at Johannes’s manhood, which was already starting to get hard again, then looked away.

Seeing Johannes, full of youthful energy, she felt like they could go another round.

‘This time, I must get his…’

She steeled herself inside, but then guilt crept in and she hunched her shoulders.

After all, she had already received his confession of love, yet here she was, eyeing his semen for the sake of stealing his power.

She thought Abellus was a cold-blooded psychopath, but maybe she was just as ruthless for taking advantage of his sincerity.

No, she told herself, business and personal feelings should be kept separate.

She’d thought it many times: it’s better to ‘not take’ than to ‘be unable to take.’

While Iris’s eyes glinted with determination to steal Johannes’s essence, Johannes, after finishing wiping her clean, bit his lip.

He set the wet towel down on the side table and hesitated, his lips parting shyly.

“Uh, it’s just! Since it was my first time, I couldn’t… I’m sorry.”

“Hmm? What do you mean…?”

A puzzled look appeared in Iris’s eyes.

It had been a bit clumsy since it was his first time, but he’d quickly gotten the hang of it, and whether it was foreplay or his thrusts, he’d done quite well.

Besides, there was nothing shameful about being inexperienced.

In fact, she was secretly pleased that she was his first and even felt a sense of conquest.

It was like capturing an untouched fortress.

What’s more, with his impressive size, even awkward movements were enough to satisfy her.

If she had to point out any disappointment, it was only that it ended quickly, but thanks to all the good points, she hadn’t even realized until just now.

Was he apologizing for that?

Watching Iris for her reaction, Johannes scratched his nape and shyly spoke.

“I just… finished too quickly.”

“Oh.”

Hearing the words she half-expected, Iris’s mouth hung open.

She almost said she didn’t mind, but her eyes sparkled instead.

Couldn’t they just use this as an excuse to have sex again?

She didn’t really care what the reason was.

She knew Johannes would come to her the moment she reached out.

But if he felt guilty, he might try even harder next time.

And honestly, his downcast look was kind of cute; she wanted to see it a little longer.

With a gentle smile, she pulled Johannes’s arm.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. We can just do it again.”

“Ah, r-really?”

With only a little pull, Johannes leaned into her as if collapsing.

Technically, he ended up looming over her.

Johannes gazed down at Iris with moist eyes.

Those innocent, childlike eyes contrasted with the hard flesh pressing against her thigh, stirring a strange sense of maternal affection.

Swallowing hard, Iris reached down and flicked his member.

She gripped the hot, club-like shaft, staring with interest into Johannes’s large, trembling eyes.

“Yeah. You won’t finish so quickly this time, right?”

“Ugh, uh-huh. Iri, s… ha.”

Johannes nodded frantically, his face scrunched up.

He bit his lip, unsure what to do as her small hand softly wrapped around him and began stroking slowly up and down.

All his senses were focused on the warmth of her hand on his manhood.

She stroked slowly, then suddenly squeezed upward, even pressing his tip with her finger.

It wasn’t bad, but compared to his lifelong partner—his own hand—her touch was still clumsy.

Yet, he didn’t know why his breathing was growing so ragged.

Perhaps it was simply because the hand touching him belonged to Iris.

“Ah, huuuh.”