Don’t Be Holy! - Chapter 119

Eir gasped, tilting her head back. Rubel bit down just a little too harshly before sliding a hand between her legs.

As he sucked on her perked n****e, he worked his fingers inside her, scooping out the seed he had left behind earlier. Since he couldn’t take her to wash up properly, this was the next best thing.

He acted as if this were completely natural, licking her chest soothingly as her face flushed with shame at the unfamiliar sensation.

“W-why… are you doing this again…? If it’s because I didn’t answer…….”

I’ll talk. Isn’t s*x over now?

That’s what Eir wanted to say. Rubel understood, but instead, he tilted his head in confusion.

“What does that have to do with anything? Interrogation is interrogation, and s*x is s*x.”

“W-we already… did it. Just now.”

“We did. But does anyone stop after just one bite of a meal?”

One bite?

One bite?!

Eir’s soul nearly left her body at that absurd analogy. How could that be considered one bite? By that logic, he was a madman who chewed a single mouthful for three hours.

She tried to push herself up, shaking her head at the ridiculous comparison. But just then, his fingers curled inside her, sending a dizzying wave of pleasure that made her hips jerk. By the time she regained her senses, she was still pinned beneath him.

“W-wait. I’ve had enough. You can…… handle the rest yourself.”

“Didn’t you say you’d take responsibility if I just stood still?”

“When did I—Ahh!”

Every time his fingers moved, the fluid inside her sloshed out, sending shivers down her spine.

Meanwhile, Rubel settled between her legs. His thick length brushed against her inner thigh—less of a caress and more of a blunt pressure.

“You definitely said it. Even if your words change constantly, you should honor that one. It carries weight.”

He sounded genuinely disappointed, as if he truly believed it.

“Th-that’s not……! Doing this too much isn’t good for you… and you’re a holy knight, so…….”

“God never taught us to avoid union between men and women.”

“But He didn’t tell you to be ruled by lust either!”

Rubel’s eyes widened in surprise before he clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Since when does a witch know scripture?”

He then bent down and bit the swell of her b****t, his thumb pressing against her vxgina—already slick and clenching tight around nothing.

Impatiently, he stroked her body with his free hand, as if she were a feast laid out just for him, before lifting his head.

“We don’t have time for pointless arguments. We need to be efficient. Hurry up and tell me about that black rabbit witch. If you want me to protect you peacefully, you’ll have to give me information about other witches.”

In short, he wasn’t tormenting her body just to get answers—he simply didn’t have much time, so she could talk with her mouth while they continued with their bodies.

Eir stared at him blankly, finally understanding his meaning.

This guy’s head is definitely wired wrong somewhere.

Can I even have a proper conversation with someone like this?

She thought back to when he had left her in the forest—how, even when the knights approached to capture her, she had been relieved, thinking they were on his side rather than hunting a witch.

Did I really do that? Did I prioritize this man over myself in that moment?

While she was lost in thought, Rubel considered different positions before deciding brute force was the simplest solution. Lifting her hips slightly, he supported her back with one hand and pushed himself inside again.

“Nngh……!”

The slow intrusion felt just as unfamiliar as the first time—if not worse. If anything, he seemed even bigger now. She couldn’t fathom how she had taken him before.

“W-wait—”

His hand on her back pressed her closer, and when Eir reached out, her fingers brushed against his chest through his thin shirt. The strength drained from her arms, and her head fell back.

He found her lips again, and before long, the only sound in the room was the relentless creaking of the bed.