Don’t Be Holy! - Chapter 83

It was at that moment that Eir began to sense something unusual.

Rubel’s hands moved freely over her shoulders, then traced down her spine like someone entranced, following the gentle curve of her back with a feather-like touch.

By this point, it was impossible not to notice that this “washing” had strayed far from its original purpose. Yet somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse him or step away.

This strange feeling that had been making her heart flutter and her legs tense—it now bloomed like heat flowers wherever his hands brushed against her skin, making her even more anxious for more.

Eir froze momentarily, missing the chance to stop his hands, and so they gained confidence, moving more freely across her body.

He seemed to remember his supposed purpose—bathing her—and occasionally applied soap to her back. His warm, wet hands glided along her smooth skin, making Eir flinch each time.

“Why are you trembling like a rain-soaked dog?”

He asked in a low voice. His tone was ambiguous—was he scolding her or genuinely curious?

Eir could only stammer, “I-I just…….” unable to form a proper response.

“Oh!”

At that moment, his hand swept across her side and moved upward. His unreserved touch brushed against the underside of her b****t that she had been covering with her hand.

“A woman’s body is truly strange.” he remarked, reaching around to cradle her stomach.

“I never knew this part could be so soft.”

“M-men can also b-be soft he—”

She tried to say that men could also be soft, but her words were cut short as his hand gradually slid upward. Eir became confused about whether she should move her arm that was covering her chest or push him away.

“Mmm.”

Then something hot like a seal pressed firmly against her shoulder. Eir realized it was his lips from the warm breath that followed.

The man was right—the bathroom was too hot and humid, making her light-headed. To think they would end up doing something like this. Eir tried to distance herself slightly.

But in that moment, Rubel extended his tongue and lightly licked between her shoulder blades.

A hot sensation like electricity shot down her spine. Eir released a ragged breath as her chest heaved, and Rubel’s hands easily invaded the widened gap to reach her b*****s.

“You don’t taste good.”

After making her feel so strange, all he could talk about was the taste.

But his voice was unusually deep, resonating in a way she’d never heard before, leaving Eir unable to complain.

“S-soap usually…….”

“Could you move your hand? I want to touch you properly.”

Rubel gently commanded, cutting off her rambling. Yes, it was a command disguised as a request. The authoritative energy in his voice was impossible to ignore. When Eir hesitated and didn’t move her hand, he interlaced his fingers with hers and lowered it.

He buried his face deeper into Eir’s shoulder and gazed at her exposed chest like a snake. The tips of her b*****s, forming beautiful curved contours, were tinted the color of flower petals as if dissolved in water.

Rubel, whose hand had been patiently tickling her stomach, raised it to support the weight of her b****t. Eir trembled slightly and thrust her chest forward as if in anticipation.

At least, that’s how it appeared to Rubel. When he pinched the still-unripened pink peak between two fingers, she collapsed against his arm.

“Ah, that…….”

“That what?”

Should I stop?

His fingers relaxed as if to tease her. He lightly traced around her nxxple. Eir trembled and squeezed her eyes shut, but she didn’t beg as he had expected.

Rubel nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his lips moving smoothly. For a moment, his lips paused where he had seen the witch’s mark, but soon he left a brief kiss there too, inhaling her scent.

The smell of water and soap, and a faint bodily fragrance.

He liked how she filled his hands, slightly overflowing. The elasticity that changed shape with each movement of his hands was addictive.

What if I get used to this?

He thought as he persistently tormented Eir’s chest, aided by the slippery soap.

“Nghh~~”

Eir let out a faint moan, unable to adjust to her b*****s being twisted like toys in his large, masculine hands.

“I’ve been wondering…….”

Rubel carefully turned Eir’s body. Her flushed face, filled with confusion, now faced him.

He lowered his head and carefully brushed aside her soapy hair to keep it from getting in her eyes. If she thought his slightly upturned lips looked tender, did that mean Eir had been completely undone?

He suddenly asked.

“What does that sound mean?”

“Sorry?”

“Ah, um. Why do you make such sounds?”

“Are you teasing me right now?”

But he truly seemed not to understand, just staring at her with a puzzled expression.

Eir’s face turned bright red, about to burst. She stammered an explanation.

“The s-sounds, I don’t make them on purpose.”

“Then why?”

Rubel found this fascinating and pressed her cheek with his soap-covered finger.

Then again, this time from the front, he firmly grasped her b****t and lowered his head. Throughout his teasing of her nxxple, it was clear he had no idea what he was doing.

He simply wanted to touch this part because its color and shape had changed, like her reddened cheeks, and he became increasingly absorbed because her twitching reactions were entertaining.

His breath warmed her chest. Eir squeezed her eyes shut expectantly and tilted her head back. Rubel, wanting to proceed more earnestly, sat her on the edge of the small bathtub and knelt opposite her.

Even on the tile floor, he didn’t feel the pain, too intoxicated by the female body he was seeing for the first time, his body moving on its own.

“If I suck or touch here, is that what happens?”

He flicked her nxxple once more, and with the slippery soap, his nail caught and grazed sharply, causing her to release an equally sharp moan.

“Hnngh!”

He let out a brief sigh. A bright red mark like a fresh scratch appeared on her b****t.

“You seem to like pain quite a bit.”

“I-it’s just my body doing what it wants… that’s all…….”

“Then I wonder how far your body can go on its own.”

He muttered this while dipping his hand in the tub as if to wash away the bitter soap, then used the water to rub around her nxxple. When the warm water touched her, she trembled. Moreover, his touch seemed to exist somewhere between persistence and duty, making it feel incredibly sinful.

Rubel lowered his head toward her b****t as if to bite it, then slightly raised his eyes to look at Eir, who still had her eyes closed.

“Look at me.”

At that low voice, her eyes opened cautiously. And then, as if to demonstrate, Rubel devoured her b****t.

“Ahh!”

The sensation of freshly washed skin being sucked into someone else’s warm mouth was beyond comparison. All she knew was that it made her thighs quiver, her knees press together, and her hands instinctively grip Rubel’s shoulders.

For a holy knight, his tongue was bewitchingly sinful as it rolled her nxxple forcefully in his mouth. He sucked her b****t hard enough to make a sound, and naturally placed his hand on her wet thigh to get closer.

Once his hand touched her leg, he realized that the feel of her thigh was as good as her b****t. He naturally massaged her thigh while lowering his hand to tickle the back of her knee.

“Mmm…… ahh~~”

Eir’s tightly closed legs began to part like a fortress being conquered, and Rubel moved closer with the sole thought of wanting to be pressed against her.

Before he knew it, Rubel’s large body had positioned itself between Eir’s parted legs. He sucked her b*****s like a beggar, or like a devotee intoxicated by holiness, and between moments, he sucked and left marks wherever his lips touched—her neck and everywhere else.