Don’t Be Holy! - Chapter 191

“Come over here and sit down.”

Rubel, holding medicine in his hand, said to Eir. But Eir silently refused to follow his instructions.

And for good reason. Consider what had happened—he had bitten her hard enough to hurt her without warning. Moreover, the aura he was emitting now was completely different from usual. He seemed so dangerous now that the painful bite where he had told her to endure almost seemed cute in comparison.

“Eir.”

“Fine. I’ll go, okay?”

But how could she defy his wishes when they were alone together in the narrow prayer room? As soon as Rubel called her name in that low voice, Eir quickly planted herself where he was pointing.

Rubel gave Eir the prayer room’s only cushion while he knelt on the cold floor. Sitting face to face with Rubel, Eir was tense, wondering if her dream would play out exactly as she had dreamt it.

But contrary to her expectations, Rubel applied the medicine in silence. Eir worried he might say, “What happened to your face?” and that her dream would become reality, but so far nothing like that had happened.

Instead, after slathering medicine on the wounds on her face, he told her to take off her clothes.

“What?”

Rubel stared blankly at Eir’s bewildered face and replied.

“I doubt your face is the only place you’re hurt.”

“I’m fine.”

“Stop lying.”

With that, he grabbed her arm. Eir let out a groan at that moment. It happened to be the spot where the witches had jabbed her with long, thick needles. Rubel quickly pulled his hand away. He had probably guessed she was injured based on her unnatural movements, but he hadn’t realized how severe the wounds were.

He clicked his tongue at her pain and put his hand on her knee. Then he slipped his hand under her hamstring to straighten her leg. The sound of the thin fabric of her skirt rustling as his hand penetrated it could be heard.

“No.”

“What do you think I’m going to do that you’re saying no?”

His raised eyebrows seemed to convey that Eir’s protest was insulting. But Eir wasn’t fooled.

“At first, sure, you’d apply medicine. But we both know how it would end.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Have I not experienced this from you before? Even if you don’t feel that way right now, I know that’s definitely where it will lead.”

“Want to bet?”

“No, why would we bet…… if you don’t want to, then don’t…….”

At that, he pinched her nose. Eir winced at the sharp pain, rubbing her nose, and then tried to grab his cheek in revenge. Of course, he dodged smoothly, leaving her just waving her arm in the air.

“If you win, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Unlike you, I don’t particularly want to do that.”

But for someone who didn’t want to, she was eagerly watching for an opening, her second attempt flying in with ferocity. Rubel easily caught her hand and lowered it without any effort.

“No, I mean you can ask for something else. I’ll grant you one wish. But if I win, you have to grant me a wish.”

“Is that even a fair bet? You just have to keep your hands off me to win.”

“You could make it difficult for me, couldn’t you?”

“Y-you want me to seduce you? Here?”

Eir’s face immediately turned bright red.

No matter how much of a runaway priestess she was, she hadn’t fallen so far as to commit such shameless acts in a prayer room. But Rubel, the messenger of God, just shrugged his shoulders as if it were no big deal. He even pulled Eir’s hand, which he was still holding, toward between his legs.

There, a large e******n was clearly emanating its heat, though Eir had no idea when it had risen. The moment she touched it, Rubel watched her startled reaction with a languid face that didn’t change expression as he said:

“I’ve been like this since the moment I first saw you, so it shouldn’t be too difficult for you.”

His blue eyes deepened as he wrapped her hand around his p***s. Eir recognized the peculiar expression on his face—the look of someone trying to suppress pleasure. Upon noticing this, images of him in bed flashed through her mind, and Eir found herself becoming somewhat aroused as well.

Rather than the bet, she suddenly felt the desire to make him submit. After all, from the moment he first saw her, he had acted however he pleased, even biting her.

“Does it start now?”

Eir asked, voluntarily gripping Rubel’s c**k gently. Rubel stared at her intensely with eyes that seemed about to burst into flames, swallowing his moans. Eir touched the rounded head of his member, shaped like a mushroom cap, with a slippery motion. When she swept down the shaft in one go, a low groan, like scratching the inside of his throat, escaped from him.

“Stop. To make it fair, you should undress too.”

With difficulty, he removed her hand from his member. She could see his engorged thing standing aggressively, threatening to pierce through his pants. Eir felt heat rising up to the back of her neck. A tingling sensation swept through her, as if there were some kind of fuse in her stomach.

She swallowed hard. Rubel was waiting patiently for her to undress herself.

And in Eir’s mind too, if she wanted to make him submit—in other words, to make him ache with desire—it seemed more effective to undress herself. Eir reached to the back of her neck and undid a couple of buttons. Then, showing her back to him, she said:

“I can’t reach. Undo it for me.”

A cold breeze swept over her slightly exposed skin. Eir remained still with her back exposed, feeling extreme tension. Soon she felt him leaning toward her. The sensation of being immersed in his shadow always brought a dizzying feeling.

Pop, pop, only the sound of buttons being undone echoed in the silence. Eir felt the fabric on her back gradually separating, allowing outside air to enter her clothes.

“It’s done.”

He retreated again. Eir hesitated, watching his reaction, then removed her arms from the sleeves. To seduce him, she needed to undress, but her arms were such a mess that she doubted he could maintain his arousal after seeing them. As expected, as soon as her arms were exposed, his face hardened terribly as he fixed his gaze on them.

Her scabbed arms bore unhealed needle marks.

Moreover, Rubel knew this method all too well. It was a technique witches used when extracting information, combining mental disruption with physical torture—a method they typically started with.

The moment he saw it, Rubel lost his composure and stripped off all her clothes. It was to properly check how badly she was injured. Eir was quickly left wearing only her b****t covering and lower undergarments.

Her thighs too were densely covered with needle puncture wounds, but fortunately, she must have escaped quickly, as her nails and other parts were unharmed. Rubel sat down with relief, taking in the sight of her, and lightly caressed her wounds to check their severity.

Eir pursed her lips, guessing that the s****l excitement that had initially surrounded him had completely dissipated. Rather, it was Eir herself who flinched each time his touch brushed past her. The man who had said his arousal would make this an easy contest for her was now examining her skin with a calm and business-like demeanor.

“There, satisfied?”

Her sulky voice echoed. Eir had lost her momentum, making it hard to believe she was the same person who had boldly grabbed Rubel’s p***s and provoked him.

It was then that Rubel suddenly raised his hand and slapped his own cheek. A loud smack echoed, and Eir, startled, grabbed Rubel’s arm.

“W-what are you doing!”

“This is an apology for having troubled you, someone I should have protected.”

“No…….”

Then the opposite hand that she wasn’t holding flew up and slapped his other cheek. Eir was so shocked that she immediately grabbed both his cheeks, which had instantly turned red.

“Are you crazy?”

“This is the punishment I deserve for being aroused while you were like this.”

“Why are you so violent? You could apologize with words.”

Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if the blow had burst something inside. Rubel, trying to comfort Eir, who had suddenly turned pale, lowered her hands and gently stroked the back of her hand.

“Why do I become such a mess in front of you? I cannot control these feelings of mine.”