Why Would a Holy Knight Be Afflicted with Such a Curse? - Chapter 11

The glans pressed against my c******s with quicker and stronger pressure, and from that crushed and mashed flesh, a deep, viscous pleasure arose.

There was nothing I could do beneath him. I could only twist my hips and convulse.

“Ah, hoo, hu…”

At the changing nature of the pleasure, Celesto let out a long breath. His hands, gripping my skin made slippery by sweat and fluids, also tightened with force.

Having subdued me, Celesto accelerated the movement of his lower body even more. The pleasure, ignited solely by external friction, drew closer and closer to the peak.

“Aah, aaah, no… if you press that hard…”

Incoherent sounds dribbled past my lips. The more that happened, the more intense Celesto’s movements became. It was just like Celesto’s personality—persistent and meticulous.

“Haah, I think I’m going to come, Roarna…”

Celesto muttered.

At the same time, Celesto moved his hips powerfully, as if mustering his last bit of strength. The tip of his glans violently crushed my most sensitive bud several times over.

I screamed, completely losing control. The heat that had seized my lower body surged like a great wave.

And then, the heat that had pooled at my center finally burst forth.

“…..!”

No sound came from my mouth. Not a scream, not even a breath. The heat rising from every part of me that touched Celesto seemed to paralyze all my senses.

A long tinnitus passed.

Haah, haah, heu… heua…

After a long while. I finally gasped for air.

The first things I could feel were the heat and weight covering me. Celesto was lying on top of me.

Celesto made almost no sound. But his breath spilled onto my neck. His rapid breathing was as hot as my own.

“Ar, are you… okay?”

I stammered, trying to assess his condition. I intended to speak as calmly as possible, but my constantly twitching body wasn’t helping.

Celesto didn’t answer for a long time. He just lay limply on top of me, doing nothing, and only spoke when the heat had subsided a layer.

“…I’m fine.”

Even as he said that, Celesto didn’t move an inch.

Eventually, I was the one who pushed his shoulder away. He slowly raised himself up, and I noticed that the red light shimmering on his lower abdomen had completely disappeared.

So the condition of “sharing pleasure together” really was necessary…

Even with my mind melted into a puddle by pleasure, my obsession with taboo studies that had continued since my academy days drew that conclusion.

Is the mark… still there?

I rolled my eyes to look at the shaft extending from Celesto’s lower abdomen. Of course, the messily clumped fluids caught my eye first… but I deliberately looked away from that.

The mark was still there. In fact, with the light completely gone, it seemed even easier to make out its shape. Apparently, performing the act the curse dictated had alleviated the symptoms.

I raised myself up to properly examine the curse mark.

But then, Celesto’s manhood twitched.

Huh? Wait a minute.

I need to check that mark…

But it was too late. As I stared dumbly, Celesto’s manhood stood e***t again.

It wasn’t radiating that menacing heat like before, but it was clearly in a state of e******n.

What’s going on? Weren’t the symptoms relieved?

I lifted my head to look at Celesto. Since I couldn’t understand what was happening, I intended to ask him, the person directly affected.

But I couldn’t say anything.

“….”

Celesto was looking at me. More precisely, his gaze was fixed on me.

As our eyes met, Celesto’s manhood twitched significantly.

“Uh…”

I moved my lips to say something. But no appropriate words came to mind.

Unlike before, the curse mark wasn’t glowing. That meant the curse wasn’t activated or the symptoms weren’t intensifying.

Then… why is that e***t?

Eventually, I sprang up from my seat.

“Clothes. I’ll go change. You wash up too. I’ll bring you clothes.”

And with that, I exited the guest room with a gait that was obviously awkward to anyone watching.

After instructing a servant to bring men’s loungewear to the guest room, I went straight up to my room.

Whether it was from climbing the stairs, or for some other reason, my body felt completely drained. I flopped onto the bed without even changing my clothes.

My thoroughly soaked outdoor pants kept reminding me of what had just happened.

If Celesto and I weren’t so awkward with each other—if it were at least five years ago—I could have just laughed it off, saying things like “The curse must have activated” or “It can’t be helped”…

I could have asked, ‘The curse isn’t activated, so why did your d**k get hard?’

Or maybe not? Is it normal for people not to ask questions like this?

My head spinning with confusion, I buried my face in the blanket.

I wish Leocel Castanor would come back to life and restore our relationship to how it used to be. Or at least let me get a proper look at that curse mark.