No Such Thing as a Chaste Man! Just Give It Ten Tries! - Chapter 2

At that moment, did the man’s blue eyes freeze over, or were they tinged with embarrassment?

“Your Holiness, your hand… mm! It feels… cool… ah… refreshing…”

The only thing controlling her then was the influence of the potion. Seo-ah moved instinctively, trying to relieve the heat that burned through her body. She had no chance to read his expression or the look in his eyes.

When his large, firm hand touched her, the temperature difference made it feel refreshing, but only briefly. Soon, the heat roiling just under her skin, like an itch, seemed to dissipate.

“My… my breathing… it feels… a bit easier… nnngh…”

Seo-ah began to press his hand obsessively against her body. She made him rub her parted b*****s, the mounds just above her pounding heart, and the fullness of her chest that could be grasped all at once.

In the process, the front of her nightgown loosened slightly, and it seemed that the soft skin beneath the fabric brushed against his hand.

Finally, she covered one of her b*****s with his hand and pressed his fingers firmly against it, ensuring each finger conformed to the shape of her chest. The wider the area his warm hand touched, the more the unbearable heat subsided. She wanted him to press down, as if to make her burst.

The potion was undeniably effective for its intended purpose.

Soon, Ephelinus’s large hand was cupping her b****t through the thin fabric of her nightgown. As Seo-ah moved his hand ever so slightly, trying to press as much of herself against him as possible, her now-hardened n*****s were crushed and kneaded with each motion.

Ahhh… As she released a heated sigh through her slightly parted lips, she felt the tightness in her chest start to ease. While she let him knead one side, she teased the other with her own hand.

As though enchanted, she rolled one n****e with his palm while pinching and twisting the other with her fingers. A surge of sensation along her nerve paths made her back tingle and arch.

The moisture that had been seeping below soaked her underwear, making the cotton fabric cling damply to her. Her swollen inner lips pressed against the soaked cloth, creating an ache deep within.

The heat that had filled her chest seemed to have moved downward to her core, as though it were a balloon deflated in one area only to swell in another. Ahh…! Seo-ah moaned softly, her legs and hips twisting unconsciously.

Then, Ephelinus might have checked her gown’s pocket, noticing the protruding vial containing the potion.

If he reached in with his free hand, he would find the vial labeled with a two-word description, thanks to her clever alchemist.

“Premium Beauty Potion…?”

In the continent’s common language, the only language Seo-ah could read since arriving in this world five years ago, the label said in bold, Premium Beauty Potion – Allure of the World Just for You.

Below it, however, was a sentence written in ancient sacred script (Hurem), known only to the high officials of the Holy Empire and rulers of various races, which Seo-ah, of course, could not read.

The contents warned:

「An unquenchable fire will consume the body until it is entirely cleansed by reaching the peak of pleasure.」

Seeing this, his handsome brow furrowed, his blue eyes perhaps frozen in shock, or smoldering with fury.

Ephelinus likely assumed that Seo-ah, who didn’t understand the sacred script, had been tricked into drinking it, and instead of demanding who gave it to her, he would have rushed to treat the suffering Seo-ah.

Until then, he had followed her lead somewhat clumsily, not understanding why she guided his hand over her chest or what exactly her problem was.

“Seo-ah. What I am about to do now is solely for your healing. There are no other intentions…”

“Anything, please… ahh, quickly… hnngh…!”

Taking his hand out of hers, he began to knead her chest himself. Using both hands, he spread his fingers wide and firmly took her b*****s, each hand covering her ample chest as she had shown him.

Then, he moved his hands in opposite circular motions, causing the soft flesh to be squished, pulled together, then separated again. Soon, his firm, long fingers found her swollen n*****s under the thin fabric, twisting them as though to wring out the relentless tension within.