Don’t Be Holy! - Chapter 115

Squelch.

An odd sensation made Eir instinctively look down before she could stop herself.

The feeling of wet skin against skin. She wanted to identify the strange stickiness and smoothness pressing against her.

But the moment her eyes met the fist-sized thing rubbing against her bare stomach, she immediately flinched away.

“W-what is th-that…?”

She was so terrified she began stuttering.

Rubel looked disappointed as he used his other wet hand to grab her chin and force her to meet his gaze.

Sniff. A dark, musky scent wafted over her, though she couldn’t place what it was.

“Cxck.”

Rubel’s smooth face broke into a grin as he watched her speechless reaction, planting the word in her mind like a dagger.

“My cxck. It was standing at attention the moment I came to my senses. Hard enough to fxck you right now.”

He looked unbearably proud and pleased, letting out a short, low chuckle that sounded more unhinged than happy.

“W-why…… Um, I-I’m still really out of it right now. Honestly, this still feels like a dream…….”

Even as she spoke, his hips moved subtly, rubbing against her soft flesh. If this was reality—if he was really doing this to her while she slept—then… wasn’t this wrong?

“Uh…….”

“When I came to, we were here together for some reason. Seems people are still searching for us.”

“Th-then we should leave! What are you d-doing here?”

“Didn’t you hear? I’m hard.”

As if to emphasize his point, he pressed his e******n firmly against her stomach with his hand, letting her feel its shape and pressure clearly. Eir’s face burned red.

He continued playing with the white cxm smeared messily across her belly—the result of him pleasuring himself while she slept.

“It felt good. Just touching myself a few times was enough to make me come. I guess I’m not used to this feeling yet.”

What was she supposed to say to such unwanted, detailed information?

Fidgeting nervously, Eir twitched her hands restlessly.

But he didn’t seem to expect an answer. After glancing at her tomato-red face, he continued.

“I tried to fix that habit before putting it inside you. Came a few times first. That’s why I touched you while you were sleeping.”

A few times?

Was stripping her, rubbing himself all over her bare skin, and sucking on her lips just a little touching?

Her disbelief must have shown, because he pointed at her chest covering.

“At least I didn’t take this off. Or the one below either.”

Then, as if exhausted, he slumped over her. The sensation of his large cxck pressing insistently against her stomach made her squirm involuntarily.

She instinctively clenched her thighs and grabbed his shoulders.

“I thought I was going to die.”

Rubel whined, nuzzling his face against hers—just like the lion in her dream.

“If I’d known s****l desire felt like this, I wouldn’t have half-killed those piggish nobles when they were caught with prostitutes.”

Seriously……. I thought I was going to die waiting for you to wake up.

He lifted his head, his disheveled red hair cascading down. Despite his exhausted tone, his eyes burned with barely restrained excitement.

Wait… Is it really still hard?

Eir belatedly realized this and tensed her stomach. Rubel, sensitive to even that slight movement, let out a soft groan and pulled her into a tight embrace.

Then his hand slipped beneath her thin underwear. Her body, warm and pliant from sleep, made the intrusion of his fingers feel even more intense.

His wet fingers probed between her tightly clenched thighs. But unlike his fully aroused state, her flesh was only warm and slightly damp. When he tried to force a finger inside her unyielding pxssy, a pained whimper escaped her.

“Ah, it hurts…”

Even Rubel, who knew nothing about this, could tell that trying to push inside her now would be impossible.

“Tch.”