Don’t Be Holy! - Chapter 84

“Ru-Rubel…… Lord.”

“Yes.”

It was when he unconsciously brought his lips near her chin. Eir suddenly shook her clenched fist and pushed him away.

“Um, please step back a little.”

“Why?”

“It’s a little strange…….”

She didn’t mean to stop everything. He erased his nervousness and unconsciously became more tender, as if trying to seduce her.

“What’s strange?”

“I-it’s a little difficult to say.”

“It’s okay. You can tell me.”

Wondering why he becomes so sweet when doing something sensual despite usually being blunt and curt with his words, Eir glared at him with resentful eyes.

Rubel gently rubbed her thigh as if to soothe her. Then she trembled even more.

It was a puzzling reaction.

Legs? But why the legs?

This wasn’t a place that seemed as sensitive as a nxxple. Rubel’s blue eyes carefully examined Eir’s body flushed with heat, and soon he realized the strange part wasn’t the legs, but between them.

“Mmh…….”

When Rubel’s hand slipped down her thigh and touched the inside, a faint moan escaped her. He felt a sudden surge of heat rising within him and spread her legs more persistently.

“Eir, move your hands.”

Between her legs, something like red fruit, similar to a nxxple, was briefly visible. Once he realized its existence, he even regretted why he hadn’t seen it before.

Feeling desperate, Rubel slowly caressed her legs as if coaxing her. He lightly traced with his fingernails and left kisses on her knee.

“R-really, not here. Can you stop?”

“Stop what exactly?”

“Y-you’ve already d-done enough.”

Her voice was tinged with tears. Rubel lowered his hands, wrapped them around the back of her knees, and pulled slightly. Her hips shifted forward a little more, and Rubel caught another glimpse of the red, ripe flesh-like area between her legs.

“This is so tantalizing.”

He gently touched the back of her hand between her legs and retreated. Rather than a desire to stimulate, patience was evident in that touch, as if he was trying to force her hand away but then restrained himself.

Eir felt like she would explode from embarrassment. She really, really didn’t want to do this.

Though it seemed contradictory that she remained still while his hands wandered to inappropriate places and his mouth sucked on her body. But for her, these things truly meant crossing a significant boundary.

Unknowingly, Eir had despised those who fell apart under her blessing, drawing a line and thinking, ‘That’s disgusting.’ But now, under his touch, she was becoming exactly like them.

“What can I do to make you move your hands?”

He looked up at her with feverish eyes. Eir felt the tightness inside her ribcage and closed her eyes tightly. Facing that expression directly was poison. Pure poison.

Impatiently, Rubel lowered his head and kissed along the inside of her thigh, thinking he wanted to force her out of hiding as she kept avoiding him.

Slurp. Slurp.

Short kisses and occasional flesh-sucking and biting caresses continued irregularly. Everywhere his lips touched, an excessive heat seemed to linger and then disappear, feeling almost cool.

Her breathing became rough, and unknowingly she opened her eyes to find him lying face down like a dog between her legs. His broad shoulders prevented her from closing her legs, and everywhere his red hair brushed past, a congestion resembling his color remained.

His lips dug deeper, leaving kisses between her open legs and along the protruding bones. The more anxious and desperate he became, what had initially been avoidance from the horror of doing such things gradually turned into embarrassment.

“Um, there’s really nothing special there. Y-you might be disappointed.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, so move your hands.”

He resented her hands stubbornly forming a wall between her legs while she acted as if she would move them soon. Rubel’s lips soon reached that wall. Slowly, he stuck out his tongue, sucking and wetting between her fingers as if rubbing them.