Don’t Be Holy! - Chapter 47

Rubel had never been interested in women’s bodies throughout his life. Because of that, he skipped proper s*x education and had no idea that a woman could only produce b****t milk if she became pregnant.

He grabbed her chest with both hands, as if squeezing it to extract something. Thinking he needed to soften the hardened nixxle to make breastfeeding easier, he gently circled it with the tip of his thumb.

Eir’s chest was crushed, almost like kneaded dough. She arched her back slightly, suppressing the moan that threatened to escape from the sudden touch.

A ticklish sensation surged between her legs, and an unbearable heat quickly spread throughout her entire body.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I was wondering if b****t milk would come out. Can I squeeze it with my hands? Or do I have to suck it out?”

“What? What nonsense……!”

Before she could even ask if he’d gone mad, Rubel’s handsome face leaned toward her. He licked her hardened nixxle once with his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth, drawing painfully hard.

To him, it wasn’t an act of affection or caress—just an extension of his simple curiosity. Or at least, that’s what he told himself. But for Eir, it was completely different. She let out a weak cry, her breaths mixed with soft moans.

Rubel thought her flushed face and the way her body moved under his were oddly appealing. Her legs wouldn’t stay still, and her hips wriggled slightly as if trying to convey something. But he couldn’t quite grasp what it was.

For a while, the sound of him sucking on her chest echoed loudly in the narrow room.

He had never realized how wet and soft a person’s mouth could be. Eir bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans. She didn’t want to collapse. In her eyes, those who gave in to pleasure in front of others were either pathetic or grotesque.

But her body continued to betray her. The unbearable heat gnawed at her, and the strange, overwhelming sensation made it impossible to endure.

Eir pushed him with her foot. His body was so firm and unyielding, it felt like she was trying to shove a wall.

“Ahh… Nghh~~”

When his mouth finally detached from her chest, a soft pop echoed. He touched her body like it was his own, brushing over the red marks that had formed.

“It’s not coming out. Is this a bruise? Did that happen just from sucking it a little?”

“W-why are you…… doing this to me?”

Looking at Eir, who spoke in a tearful voice, Rubel tilted his head slightly. There was no deeper meaning to his actions. He just wanted to suck on it.

Of course, he had never done such things while interrogating sinners before. But her unique position made him treat her differently.

They had lived together for about a month, and whether or not she was a witch hadn’t been confirmed. Because of that, he didn’t feel the need to uphold the same moral standards as he would with ordinary people. At the same time, he didn’t harbor the same revulsion he felt toward witches.

It felt like he had found a toy he could play with however he wanted. And Rubel wasn’t the type to handle toys delicately.

Naturally, he didn’t say all of this out loud. Instead, he simply shrugged and replied.

“You should’ve just been honest from the start.”

As if to suggest his actions were part of the investigation, he spoke nonchalantly. Yet even he found his excuse unconvincing. Running a hand through his hair, he swept it back, brushing away the stray strands.

But to Eir, that simple action seemed terrifying. With her flushed face, she finally broke down and began to cry.

“I’m not a witch! I’m a priestess!”

She sobbed so sorrowfully that, if her words had sounded even remotely plausible, he might have considered believing her.

“Do you expect me to believe that?”

“It’s true! Look!”

She held out her palm, intending to demonstrate her divine power. But contrary to her expectations, nothing happened.

Eir muttered sacred words, whispered prayers, and even recited blessings, but to no avail.

Suddenly, as if something had snapped, all traces of her power vanished. It was ironic—when she wished it would disappear, it had tormented her relentlessly. But now, when she desperately needed it, it was gone.

“Hah.”

“What are you trying to show me?”

“Th-this doesn’t make sense. Why isn’t it working?”