Don’t Be Holy! - Chapter 46

Rubel Shinote was crazy, and he wasn’t hiding it. There was no need to. That personality of his that liked to see things through to the end was now shamelessly showing itself again.

He said he’d only look and not touch, but wasn’t he naturally breaking that promise now? Eir decided she needed to knock him out before suffering any greater humiliation.

She would..…. bestow a blessing upon him.

Gulp.

Eir’s throat moved dramatically. In the past, even when Eir had controlled her power while bestowing blessings, people would sometimes faint from overwhelming org**ms.

Though using divine power to make someone faint wouldn’t be right. In this situation, surely even the Gods would forgive the abuse of divine power!

Eir reached out her right hand and placed it firmly on Rubel’s head. Then she silently recited a brief blessing spell. Rubel frowned as if wondering what she was doing, but apparently not seeing it as aggressive behavior, he remained still for a moment.

Eir didn’t miss this opportunity and recited the blessing spell. Her hand glowed white, and after mumbling something quietly, she finally shouted with force.

“……I bless you with divine power!”

With the power of org**sm, please faint!

“…….”

Eir squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t particularly want to see Rubel reach his peak.

However, Rubel only felt a ticklish sensation traveling from his head to his toes, particularly along his spine, rather than experiencing the intense reaction and fainting as Eir had hoped.

When Eir heard no sound, she quietly opened her eyes. To her disbelief, Rubel was looking down at her with an expression that seemed to say ‘What are you doing?’

“Huh?”

Eir blinked foolishly. Then she touched Rubel’s face.

“W-why are you fine? Didn’t you feel anything?”

“I felt it. This must be a divine blessing. Is this that spell? Can witches now use divine power too?”

What nonsense, she thought.

Eir gaped in frustration. Meanwhile, Rubel muttered ‘How blasphemous.’ as he pulled at Eir’s loosened clothing. His fingers slipped between her tightly bound chest, and before long, her b*****s, which she had tried so hard to keep hidden, popped free.

It was then that Eir realized for the first time.

When overwhelmed by shame, no sound comes out and the body freezes completely. As a priestess who had always lived modestly, never showing herself to anyone, to be treated this way.

And by Rubel Shinote of all people, under the pretext of a body search.

Her eyes burned with shame, and tears threatened to spill at any moment.

On the other hand, Rubel did nothing further and merely stared at Eir’s exposed chest. The dress had slipped down to her waist, her concave waistline sharply contrasting with the fullness of her b*****s and the rosy nixxles standing upright. They were so different from a man’s that they seemed utterly peculiar to him.

“Have you been carrying something this big all this time?”

Rubel’s face looked deadly serious, as though he were examining the pinnacle of inefficiency.

Unconsciously, he reached out and grabbed Eir’s chest. Despite claiming this was just an investigation, his touch was undeniably personal. Pressing down firmly on her wrist to prevent any interference, he began to explore her body as if he had no intention of stopping.

The sensation of her soft, white chest was beyond strange. He couldn’t have imagined that the human body could provide such a tactile experience.

Rubel slowly cupped her b****t from below and swept his hand upward. Eir shuddered in response. Goosebumps rose visibly along her skin, and Rubel, without realizing it, murmured a soft “Hm.” as though in acknowledgment.

Tears welled in Eir’s eyes as she stammered a reply.

“I-I’m not that big. There are plenty of people bigger than me.”

She wasn’t sure why she said that, but honestly, she was hoping he might say “Oh, is that so? Then I’ll go look for someone bigger.” and leave her alone.

Of course, given how far things had come, it wasn’t as if anyone would simply quit and leave so easily. Her thoughts were just functioning a bit oddly at this point.

Rubel casually replied, “I see.” to her nonsensical statement, then lightly flicked her protruding nixxle with the tip of his index finger, as if testing it.

“Come to think of it, women provide b****t milk to their children.”

As if the mystery had been solved, he nodded lightly to himself. It made sense now—if liquid were stored inside, it would inevitably make them sag and sway.