Side Story 4. What the Moon Did
“It won’t be easy.”
Erna's sharp voice seeped into the melody of the waltz.
“I think it’s you who’s impatient, isn’t it?”
“You’re quite perceptive.”
It was a thought-provoking remark, but Bjorn accepted it without a trace. He then slowly extended a white-gloved hand toward Erna. The music, which had just begun again, was a sweet waltz, reminiscent of a spring night.
“No, Bjorn.”
Erna, who realized the meaning of the gesture, gave a small nod.
"I used to turn down all the other gentlemen's dance requests, using drinking as an excuse. But if I dance with you, my lies will be exposed."
Erna looked at the hall with a pang of regret. Imagined a waltz with Bjorn beneath the chandeliers illuminating the seaside night, and regret for her futile actions washed over her.
If she had known this would happen, she would have endured it even though it was embarrassing. If only she had...
"Let's go.”
A soft, sullen voice, laced with a hint of laughter, woke Erna from her sullen state. As she looked at him questioningly, Bjorn nodded and pointed behind her. It was where the door leading to the banquet hall's balcony was.
While Erna hesitated, unable to make a decision, Bjorn approached her and wrapped his arms around her waist. His gestures as he escorted her to the balcony were elegant and relaxed, unlike those of someone who would seek to escape.
“Bjorn.”
Erna, who had been following Bjorn in a panic, suddenly stopped in her tracks, overcome with fear. A mixture of anxiety about the inevitable spread of unsavory rumors and an inevitable sense of anticipation.
Keep within the appropriate limits.
She tried to calm herself down several times, but her heartbeat was already out of the normal range.
Erna opened her tightly shut eyes, a sense of utter emptiness gripping her as she crossed the threshold. Lifting her head in the not-so-cold sea breeze, she saw the moon illuminating the vast ocean.
“Would you please dance a song with your impatient husband, ma’am?”
Under the unrealistically large and bright full moon, the Prince of Erna held out his hand.
I danced with the white moon as a chandelier.
Following the melody of the waltz that passed through the half-open glass door, following the wind, perhaps following a heart overcome by gravity.
Erna no longer glanced anxiously around the banquet hall. The line she'd so painstakingly maintained had lost its luster. This man was still evil, so she felt it was okay to fall into a bad love again for a night or so. I love you. Now that spell will protect her heart.
“You know, Bjorn.”
A shy smile appeared on Erna's flushed face. Bjorn looked at his wife with a much softer gaze.
“You seem to be better at dating than I thought.”
Erna lowered her voice and whispered, as if telling a great secret.
"Dating?"
“We’re dating, aren’t we?”
Moonlight shimmered in Erna's wide, round eyes.
Well, that's just a joke.
Instead of insisting on the truth, Bjorn simply nodded. Being a fool, having an affair with his wife, didn't seem so bad. "Let's have sex." Those words he'd thrown at Baden, barging into the streets, were clearly a desperate sincerity.
“Love is a really good thing.”
Erna, who was admiring innocently, walked away.
“Let’s continue dating in the future, Bjorn.”
Erna approached, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Despite chattering nonsense, she continued the waltz with smooth steps, as if walking on water.
"Yes."
Bjorn nodded willingly this time, too.
“As much as you want.”
Bjorn's hand, which had been lingering behind her upright back, wrapped itself around Erna's shoulder again. His world shone through Erna's bright, childlike eyes.
As he led, Erna danced a graceful dance. Bjorn, unconsciously holding his breath, gazed at his wife with eyes as still as the night sea.
Standing under the moonlight, he was captivated by the way her skin seemed even paler. The hem of her dress rippled with the slightest movement, the small hand he held gently, the clear eyes staring dreamily at him. He felt like he understood the author's intentions for creating the tedious and complex form of dance when there were so many other fun things a woman could do.
“Bjorn.”
Erna, who had been staring at him blankly, whispered his name.
“Bjorn.”
Once again, she hummed a song and smiled shyly. It seemed she simply wanted to play a prank of her own, rather than say something.
Bjorn narrowed his eyes and looked at the distant sky. He burst out laughing, finding himself being played by someone whose true intentions were so obvious.
Who the hell is shaking who?
Just as he was about to let out another sweet sigh, Bjorn heard a voice calling his name again.
Bjorn, who had inadvertently lowered his gaze, flinched in surprise, his brow furrowed in an uncharacteristically startled manner. Erna, who had approached him against the waltz's pace, had already reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. The sweet, soft scent and warmth of her body were transmitted along with her clear laughter.
The balance of the dance he led was broken.
Erna, slightly nervous, studied Bjorn's expression. Fortunately, he let out a languid sigh and hugged her. The Grand Duke and his wife, dancing a perfect waltz, had disappeared, leaving only a pair of foolish lovers, embracing each other and moving awkwardly.
“Be careful with your words and actions, Bjorn.”
"That's a little funny," Bjorn whispered softly into Erna's ear, who was giggling. She raised her head in surprise and saw gray eyes waiting there.
“If you do this, I’ll just want to throw the party away and go back to the bedroom.”
A smile appeared on Bjorn's face as he caught Erna's gaze as if capturing her. The smile, formed solely by his lips, was as cool and serene as moonlight.
Erna blinked in confusion, ducking her head to avoid the predicament. But even so, she was still in Bjorn's arms. There seemed to be no escape.
“Bjorn.”
Erna, at a loss, raised her face, flushed red, and faced Bjorn again. Bjorn nodded politely, unusual for a man who had whispered such promiscuous words. Behind him, the moon shone, growing larger and brighter.
The wolf moon has risen.
Suddenly, she remembered the story her grandmother used to tell her on nights when the moon was full.
The wolf's moon shines down on the bad girl, so that the moon-possessed wolf can bite her to pieces.
How frightening that story was, whispered in a low voice, that Erna would quickly change into her pajamas and hide in bed.
He's also kind.
Hearing her grandmother's praise finally put her mind at ease. Even the distinctly different howl of the wolf no longer frightened her. She had become a good child, capable of avoiding the wolf moon.
So, she has to be a good kid tonight, too.
Erna thought blankly.
“Actually... I’m like that too.”
But the trembling lips spoke a different language.
Perhaps this is the work of the moon, which casts the magic of gravity and repulsion.
Erna was innocent.
The sound of doors opening and closing echoed throughout the cabin. When the roar subsided, Erna was thrown onto the bed in the master suite. Bjorn's face filled her vision as she blinked a few times, her eyes facing the ceiling.
Is it because the sea reflects the moonlight?
Erna glanced at the ship's cabin with a startled look. The bedroom, lit only by a single lamp the maids had lit in advance, was overly bright, likely due to the moonlight.
“My wife is so leisurely.”
Bjorn, carelessly tossing aside his jacket and tie, grabbed Erna's face. By the time Erna realized it, she was already locking eyes with Bjorn.
“It hurts my pride.”
The fact that the words thrown out with a crooked smile were not a joke was proven by the ferocious kiss that followed.
While the kiss continued, as if devouring her alive, large, hot hands tugged at her dress. Every time a complex knot or hidden button appeared, a low, chewed curse broke across Erna's swollen lips.
“The rest will come later.”
Bjorn stood up, nervously tossing away the small, torn button. Lying in his shadow, Erna blinked nervously and hunched her shoulders. Her dress, left tucked down to her waist, accentuated her chest, which swayed with her rapid breathing.
“Are you okay?”
Bjorn lifted the hem of her skirt, looking down at Erna with a face so calm it almost seemed heartless. Erna flinched in surprise, but his strength proved no match. Bjorn's lips quirked slightly as he inspected her still-undressed underwear.
“It’s okay.”
After a brief pause, Bjorn's gaze returned to Erna's face. Erna, belatedly grasping the meaning of his words, was stunned when her damp underwear was removed. Bjorn lowered his face between her spread legs and, without hesitation, began pursuing his objective.
Under the relentless moonlight, searching for the bad boy, Erna groaned and tossed, her body writhing. She struggled to breathe, as if she were submerged in deep water.
Erna called him several times, sobbing and panting like a trapped animal.
When her body, which had been trembling slightly, fell limply, Bjorn finally slowly raised his head. Erna, wrapped in a disheveled dress, was breathing heavily in the field. She looked as if she were lying amidst a large flower cluster.
Bjorn's gaze, glancing up at the half-drooped silk stockings, paused for a moment between the two glistening, soaking wet legs. Erna flinched in embarrassment, causing the frills and ribbons on her garter to flutter. It was a stimulating and amusing sight, but sadly, he had no time to enjoy it leisurely.
Bjorn easily positioned himself between her spread legs and unbuckled his trousers. Erna's feeble resistance, now overcome with a newfound shyness, was quickly overcome.
Her slender legs draped over his shoulders, thrust deeply into her in one breath. The simultaneous sighs of both men shook the silence of the bedroom.
As time passed, the moon dyed the night sea with its brighter light.
Erna raised her hazy, unfocused eyes and looked at Bjorn, who was shaking her. He had only a few buttons on his shirt undone. The shame of being a complete mess beneath such a man mixed with the strange ecstasy of driving her mad.
“Just bear with it.”
Bjorn, who had been holding down Erna as she struggled and twisted her waist, let out a low sigh. The kisses he placed on her cheek and lips were tender, a stark contrast to the ferocious thrusts of his body.
“You were the one who tricked me.”
Lips that tasted like lewd food whispered something unpleasant.
The bad girl responded by hugging the wolf's neck.
“It won’t be easy.”
Erna's sharp voice seeped into the melody of the waltz.
“I think it’s you who’s impatient, isn’t it?”
“You’re quite perceptive.”
It was a thought-provoking remark, but Bjorn accepted it without a trace. He then slowly extended a white-gloved hand toward Erna. The music, which had just begun again, was a sweet waltz, reminiscent of a spring night.
“No, Bjorn.”
Erna, who realized the meaning of the gesture, gave a small nod.
"I used to turn down all the other gentlemen's dance requests, using drinking as an excuse. But if I dance with you, my lies will be exposed."
Erna looked at the hall with a pang of regret. Imagined a waltz with Bjorn beneath the chandeliers illuminating the seaside night, and regret for her futile actions washed over her.
If she had known this would happen, she would have endured it even though it was embarrassing. If only she had...
"Let's go.”
A soft, sullen voice, laced with a hint of laughter, woke Erna from her sullen state. As she looked at him questioningly, Bjorn nodded and pointed behind her. It was where the door leading to the banquet hall's balcony was.
While Erna hesitated, unable to make a decision, Bjorn approached her and wrapped his arms around her waist. His gestures as he escorted her to the balcony were elegant and relaxed, unlike those of someone who would seek to escape.
“Bjorn.”
Erna, who had been following Bjorn in a panic, suddenly stopped in her tracks, overcome with fear. A mixture of anxiety about the inevitable spread of unsavory rumors and an inevitable sense of anticipation.
Keep within the appropriate limits.
She tried to calm herself down several times, but her heartbeat was already out of the normal range.
Erna opened her tightly shut eyes, a sense of utter emptiness gripping her as she crossed the threshold. Lifting her head in the not-so-cold sea breeze, she saw the moon illuminating the vast ocean.
“Would you please dance a song with your impatient husband, ma’am?”
Under the unrealistically large and bright full moon, the Prince of Erna held out his hand.
***
I danced with the white moon as a chandelier.
Following the melody of the waltz that passed through the half-open glass door, following the wind, perhaps following a heart overcome by gravity.
Erna no longer glanced anxiously around the banquet hall. The line she'd so painstakingly maintained had lost its luster. This man was still evil, so she felt it was okay to fall into a bad love again for a night or so. I love you. Now that spell will protect her heart.
“You know, Bjorn.”
A shy smile appeared on Erna's flushed face. Bjorn looked at his wife with a much softer gaze.
“You seem to be better at dating than I thought.”
Erna lowered her voice and whispered, as if telling a great secret.
"Dating?"
“We’re dating, aren’t we?”
Moonlight shimmered in Erna's wide, round eyes.
Well, that's just a joke.
Instead of insisting on the truth, Bjorn simply nodded. Being a fool, having an affair with his wife, didn't seem so bad. "Let's have sex." Those words he'd thrown at Baden, barging into the streets, were clearly a desperate sincerity.
“Love is a really good thing.”
Erna, who was admiring innocently, walked away.
“Let’s continue dating in the future, Bjorn.”
Erna approached, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Despite chattering nonsense, she continued the waltz with smooth steps, as if walking on water.
"Yes."
Bjorn nodded willingly this time, too.
“As much as you want.”
Bjorn's hand, which had been lingering behind her upright back, wrapped itself around Erna's shoulder again. His world shone through Erna's bright, childlike eyes.
As he led, Erna danced a graceful dance. Bjorn, unconsciously holding his breath, gazed at his wife with eyes as still as the night sea.
Standing under the moonlight, he was captivated by the way her skin seemed even paler. The hem of her dress rippled with the slightest movement, the small hand he held gently, the clear eyes staring dreamily at him. He felt like he understood the author's intentions for creating the tedious and complex form of dance when there were so many other fun things a woman could do.
“Bjorn.”
Erna, who had been staring at him blankly, whispered his name.
“Bjorn.”
Once again, she hummed a song and smiled shyly. It seemed she simply wanted to play a prank of her own, rather than say something.
Bjorn narrowed his eyes and looked at the distant sky. He burst out laughing, finding himself being played by someone whose true intentions were so obvious.
Who the hell is shaking who?
Just as he was about to let out another sweet sigh, Bjorn heard a voice calling his name again.
Bjorn, who had inadvertently lowered his gaze, flinched in surprise, his brow furrowed in an uncharacteristically startled manner. Erna, who had approached him against the waltz's pace, had already reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. The sweet, soft scent and warmth of her body were transmitted along with her clear laughter.
The balance of the dance he led was broken.
Erna, slightly nervous, studied Bjorn's expression. Fortunately, he let out a languid sigh and hugged her. The Grand Duke and his wife, dancing a perfect waltz, had disappeared, leaving only a pair of foolish lovers, embracing each other and moving awkwardly.
“Be careful with your words and actions, Bjorn.”
"That's a little funny," Bjorn whispered softly into Erna's ear, who was giggling. She raised her head in surprise and saw gray eyes waiting there.
“If you do this, I’ll just want to throw the party away and go back to the bedroom.”
A smile appeared on Bjorn's face as he caught Erna's gaze as if capturing her. The smile, formed solely by his lips, was as cool and serene as moonlight.
Erna blinked in confusion, ducking her head to avoid the predicament. But even so, she was still in Bjorn's arms. There seemed to be no escape.
“Bjorn.”
Erna, at a loss, raised her face, flushed red, and faced Bjorn again. Bjorn nodded politely, unusual for a man who had whispered such promiscuous words. Behind him, the moon shone, growing larger and brighter.
The wolf moon has risen.
Suddenly, she remembered the story her grandmother used to tell her on nights when the moon was full.
The wolf's moon shines down on the bad girl, so that the moon-possessed wolf can bite her to pieces.
How frightening that story was, whispered in a low voice, that Erna would quickly change into her pajamas and hide in bed.
He's also kind.
Hearing her grandmother's praise finally put her mind at ease. Even the distinctly different howl of the wolf no longer frightened her. She had become a good child, capable of avoiding the wolf moon.
So, she has to be a good kid tonight, too.
Erna thought blankly.
“Actually... I’m like that too.”
But the trembling lips spoke a different language.
Perhaps this is the work of the moon, which casts the magic of gravity and repulsion.
Erna was innocent.
***
The sound of doors opening and closing echoed throughout the cabin. When the roar subsided, Erna was thrown onto the bed in the master suite. Bjorn's face filled her vision as she blinked a few times, her eyes facing the ceiling.
Is it because the sea reflects the moonlight?
Erna glanced at the ship's cabin with a startled look. The bedroom, lit only by a single lamp the maids had lit in advance, was overly bright, likely due to the moonlight.
“My wife is so leisurely.”
Bjorn, carelessly tossing aside his jacket and tie, grabbed Erna's face. By the time Erna realized it, she was already locking eyes with Bjorn.
“It hurts my pride.”
The fact that the words thrown out with a crooked smile were not a joke was proven by the ferocious kiss that followed.
While the kiss continued, as if devouring her alive, large, hot hands tugged at her dress. Every time a complex knot or hidden button appeared, a low, chewed curse broke across Erna's swollen lips.
“The rest will come later.”
Bjorn stood up, nervously tossing away the small, torn button. Lying in his shadow, Erna blinked nervously and hunched her shoulders. Her dress, left tucked down to her waist, accentuated her chest, which swayed with her rapid breathing.
“Are you okay?”
Bjorn lifted the hem of her skirt, looking down at Erna with a face so calm it almost seemed heartless. Erna flinched in surprise, but his strength proved no match. Bjorn's lips quirked slightly as he inspected her still-undressed underwear.
“It’s okay.”
After a brief pause, Bjorn's gaze returned to Erna's face. Erna, belatedly grasping the meaning of his words, was stunned when her damp underwear was removed. Bjorn lowered his face between her spread legs and, without hesitation, began pursuing his objective.
Under the relentless moonlight, searching for the bad boy, Erna groaned and tossed, her body writhing. She struggled to breathe, as if she were submerged in deep water.
Erna called him several times, sobbing and panting like a trapped animal.
When her body, which had been trembling slightly, fell limply, Bjorn finally slowly raised his head. Erna, wrapped in a disheveled dress, was breathing heavily in the field. She looked as if she were lying amidst a large flower cluster.
Bjorn's gaze, glancing up at the half-drooped silk stockings, paused for a moment between the two glistening, soaking wet legs. Erna flinched in embarrassment, causing the frills and ribbons on her garter to flutter. It was a stimulating and amusing sight, but sadly, he had no time to enjoy it leisurely.
Bjorn easily positioned himself between her spread legs and unbuckled his trousers. Erna's feeble resistance, now overcome with a newfound shyness, was quickly overcome.
Her slender legs draped over his shoulders, thrust deeply into her in one breath. The simultaneous sighs of both men shook the silence of the bedroom.
As time passed, the moon dyed the night sea with its brighter light.
Erna raised her hazy, unfocused eyes and looked at Bjorn, who was shaking her. He had only a few buttons on his shirt undone. The shame of being a complete mess beneath such a man mixed with the strange ecstasy of driving her mad.
“Just bear with it.”
Bjorn, who had been holding down Erna as she struggled and twisted her waist, let out a low sigh. The kisses he placed on her cheek and lips were tender, a stark contrast to the ferocious thrusts of his body.
“You were the one who tricked me.”
Lips that tasted like lewd food whispered something unpleasant.
The bad girl responded by hugging the wolf's neck.
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