#21
Not knowing what to do, I just held his head tightly against my waist. His long nails, already fully grown, curled around me. He suddenly raised his upper body and pulled me close.
My shoulders were hastily pushed down as I sat, and in that motion I awkwardly ended up lying down. Johannes pounced on top of me. The exposed nape of his neck between his collar was already bronze. That color spread up to his ears and down to his cheeks.
And his face, contorted with unknown feelings. He was gnashing his teeth so hard that his elongated canines were visible outside his lips like a beast. On that face, ah, I saw it. Self-reproach, anxiety, pain, fear, anger.
Lust.
Those things boiling up from deep within.
My fever-addled brain went completely blank. Johannes’ teeth parted as ragged breaths poured out. He tried to press his lips to my forehead, but jerked away as if having a seizure. By then, his nearly fully extended wings were thrashing wildly, pushing out to their very roots.
Clearly trying his hardest not to make contact, his lower body accidentally brushed against my bent thigh. Even that fleeting touch was enough to feel how incredibly it had grown…
I understood.
The realization washed over me like a flood.
Yes. So you want to utterly destroy us ‘in this way’ no matter what. Instead of granting my wish, you want to drive us to betray God. You want to push us to a point of no return. If there is truly a curse, that would be it.
And so my Johannes suffers so terribly, trying to protect me from you.
…Seeing him like that, my heart is torn to shreds once again, and we both feel such anguish for each other… This is what you, now truly our enemy, want…
Ah, what have I…
“Jo…hannes…”
Johannes seemed to have no chance to reply. His breathing was ragged and halting, as if about to stop at any moment. Unable to control his own body, he was solely focused on restraining himself, afraid he might touch me. No.
Afraid he might pull away.
The burning passion. Because he was completely preoccupied with suppressing his desire to hold and embrace me, gathering it all deep inside himself.
I slowly, slowly straightened my legs and lay down properly. With trembling hands, I managed to cup his cheeks. His eyes, which had been clouded with intense pain, suddenly focused. They locked onto my gaze and came down to meet it.
I gently stroked his tightly knitted brow and eyebrows. Just as I had done before, overlapping Johannes’ face with the devil’s.
“It’s alright… I’m alright…”
A startled expression. A face more desperately ruined than ever, as if it could be swallowed by the abyss at any moment. Johannes shook his head vigorously as if to shake it all off.
No. No. I can’t do this to you. This isn’t right. He chewed out these short words between labored breaths several times. He must have felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff then. Like a spear aimed to take his life was rushing towards his solar plexus.
“It’s not your fault.”
I said to Johannes. And it felt as if a scream he couldn’t let out was reverberating in his chest. Johannes thrashed about wildly, his face turning deathly pale. He suddenly sat up.
But his trembling legs couldn’t support his body. He collapsed, and finally sitting with his knees up, he pushed himself back until he was leaning against the wall beneath the window. He clutched at his chest as if tearing at it. Completely drained from the excessive pain, he lay there in a disheveled state worse than a rag doll.
I slowly got up from my seat. As I walked towards Johannes, his sweat-drenched face looked up at me weakly. His lips moved. It was probably an apology, but no sound came out.
I gently sat down between his pitiful knees. As if frightened by my action, his half-closed gaze sadly drifted downwards.
“…”
“It’s okay… Johannes.”
“…”
I used my sleeve to wipe his face first. Watching the look of resignation settle over his startled expression, I carefully wiped his forehead, under his delicate eyes, his sideburns, and his chin. My own face was probably just as much of a mess.
His limp hand rose up and rubbed at my eyes. Though his sharp nails and the back of his hand looked completely different from usual, that touch was still full of the same apologetic tenderness I could never let go of, just as always. When I gently brushed it away, it quickly lost direction and fell limply to the floor.
What I did then, I’m still not sure what courage it took. Softly. I brought my fingers to Johannes’ lips.
And I touched them. Johannes’ chest, which had calmed for a moment, began to heave roughly again. I was just as tense. My hands, my body, everything was trembling finely at this thing I had never done before.
The outline of his lips. The lovely inside of his lips. As I pressed my hand to his chin, his lips parted helplessly. Slowly, slowly.
I slid my finger in deep.
His tongue. And that tongue that had been constantly entangling with me at every opportunity lately. I caressed the moist upper surface. Johannes’ eyes, full of shock and feverish. The trembling of his lips as they received me, neither closing nor opening further, was chilling.
Just like that, swallowing my wildly pounding heart, I eagerly kissed his eyelids. Lower, a bit lower, I withdrew the finger I had inserted and briefly sucked on his upper lip. And then his already slightly wet lower lip. Once, twice.
As if in a trance, Johannes’ lips, which had remained slightly parted until then, clumsily clung to mine. Briefly touching and parting several times. Just as he was about to bite down on me in his completely roughened state, I pulled my face away.
I confess, I had never undone a man’s clothes before. On my wedding night with my first husband, I was too young and knew nothing, and my hot-blooded young husband stripped himself while I just lay there.
Johannes’ outdoor clothes were thick, as if he had been in the forest. Even through them, Johannes’ excitement was clearly evident. My breath caught. Without being able to stop my trembling, I caressed Johannes with my fingertips.
“It’s… b-big…”
The end of my words was swallowed by my sharp intake of breath. His eyes, which had been wide open despite his exhaustion, suddenly contorted. His hand, which had shot up to stop me, froze in mid-air, and like a rotten branch unable to bear its own weight, it came down unsteadily.
In the end, it painfully grasped my shoulder.
Unable to grip tightly, his hand just tensed on my shoulder. In the darkness lit by a single candle, with even the moonlight waning dismally that night, I watched with a sinking feeling as Johannes’ face burned painfully.
It wasn’t easy. My hands, sweaty from excessive tension, kept slipping, and the unfamiliar shape, so different from a woman’s, made it quite difficult to undo properly. Moreover, there were so many layers tangled in my hands that I couldn’t manage as I wished, so I pulled up the hem of his top to his upper abdomen.
From that point on, Johannes couldn’t move at all. He just remained frozen, breathlessly watching what my hands were doing.
When I finally managed to undo his clothes, something I had never seen before was revealed. Not the devil’s, not my former husband’s, not anyone else’s, but Johannes’.
Johannes’.
Ah, my heart, thump thump. Thump thump. It raced wildly like an unleashed child. That oblivious pounding rose up my esophagus and lingered in my mouth.
Surprised by my own actions, I felt like I would turn bright red from head to toe.
Johannes’ chin sank down to his chest. He raised one trembling hand to cover his eyes, as if he could no longer bear to look. And Johannes, who had been so agitated…
“Nngh, ah…”
His deep groan made me dizzy.
I couldn’t see Johannes’ face well as he hunched over, hiding it. As I touched him with trembling hands, Johannes’ waist jerked up slightly without a word.
The crimson candlelight swimming in darkness seemed about to fade at any moment. Something reflected in it whispered to me, flowing down. A little more.
Touch me a little more, it pleaded. Please tease me more, torment me, take me, devour me.
It was seducing me so desperately.
After a long while, I was finally able to move my eyes again, which had been entranced, oblivious to the passing of time.
“I-Isolde.”
Johannes pleaded from under the hand covering his face. And yet his waist, unable to hide his burning desire, was sobbing – don’t listen, don’t stop, move more – as it stole my touch and rose up.
So, recalling the previous night, I pushed up the fully joined skin as if to push it away, then lowered it. At first slowly, slowly. Gradually faster. The feeling under my hand was strangely pleasing.
“Johannes.”
“Ngh…”
“Johannes… Look at me.”
“Ah…”
“Hm? Johannes…”
“…”
Johannes’ hand that had been covering his eyes slowly came down. His flushed, fully aroused eyes were revealed hotly. His gaze fixed on himself in my hand, then came up pleadingly to my face. That day.
I realized for the first time.
“You know…”
“…”
“…You’re sexy, Johannes…”
“…”
That there is a moment when a man can be beautiful.
Johannes’ lips pressed tightly together, swallowing his labored breaths. And his furrowed brow. The gaze that couldn’t quite leave me, and below it the Adam’s apple and nape slightly visible above his collar. The strong abdomen half-exposed and the slender waist curving inward. Even the firm lines of his sides, different from mine.
The trembling of that strong yet delicate body was so beautiful. And then.
The arm that had been lying limp suddenly stretched out. Pulled by the urgent grip on my shoulder, I collapsed onto Johannes’ chest. His upper body, which had been leaning against the wall until then, came forward.
Quickly lifted up by his side as if being embraced, I swallowed his rain of kisses. My head tilted back as he devoured my lips. His face, which had been burrowing in deeply, suddenly pulled away.
Johannes’ expression as I looked up in bewilderment seemed somehow inhuman. He truly looked out of his mind. Just like some beast. A hunger as if he would eat his own belly, starved for so long, to death.
It was sudden. Johannes made me kneel between his legs. It was an unimaginable strength.
As if folding up a doll, so easily, without any effort at all. Unable to think or speak, I just looked down at him, completely dumbfounded.
Johannes spoke urgently.
“Kiss me.”
“Huh?”
“Hurry.”
“…Jo…”
“My lips.”
“…”
“…”
That tone. Though he couldn’t hide his panting, it was extremely firm.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
