Why Would a Holy Knight Be Afflicted with Such a Curse? - Chapter 12 - Celesto

Roarna, who had said she would go change clothes, never came back.

Celesto left Roarna’s townhouse around nightfall. If his clothes hadn’t been so crumpled, he would have left much earlier.

To be honest, Celesto was still uncomfortable around Roarna. Actually, he had never been comfortable with her. If Roarna’s personality were as docile as her face, they probably wouldn’t even have a relationship they could call friends.

“I wouldn’t have been able to ask for help if I hadn’t seen that scene.”

Celesto muttered quietly.

When his brother was alive, Celesto had seen him and Roarna mixing their bodies together.

Of course, it wasn’t literally a s****l intercourse situation. Leocel Castanor was a clergyman who had taken a vow of chastity.

That chaotic sight had shocked Celesto, but it didn’t horrify him. Actually, he had vaguely known about it.

His brother didn’t need God. What he needed was access to the order’s library. It was suspicious from the moment he turned to religion right after reading all the documents available at the academy.

The fact that his partner for releasing urges was Roarna wasn’t surprising either. A taboo scholar curious about how far the order’s vow of chastity restricted a clergyman’s s*x life, and a researcher whose intellectual desire was matched by his s****l appetite. The two of them was obvious to what kind of arrangement they had.

Still, Celesto didn’t dislike the two of them. The very fact that he had witnessed them relieving their s****l desires through every method except penetration, multiple times, was because he continued to associate with them.

…Though I’d never seen Roarna make that expression before.

Celesto swallowed dryly.

That place. Whenever he rubbed the small bump hidden between her soft mounds with his glans, Roarna made a face he had never seen before.

Her flushed cheeks, her eyes moist with the remnants of pleasure, the short breaths escaping through her slightly parted lips.

He had never seen that before. He had definitely witnessed Roarna engaging in similar acts with Leocel, but he hadn’t seen that expression then.

Right at that moment.

“Kuh…”

Celesto gritted his teeth. A familiar sensation began to rise from his lower abdomen.

A throbbing that had persisted tediously for the past month.

He didn’t know why the curse, which he had barely managed to weaken, started up again the moment he thought of Roarna.

With no way to calm it down, he just gripped his thigh until it hurt. It was a habit he had developed since being afflicted by this damn curse.

But as always, pain wasn’t much help in calming an e******n. It only helped a little, slightly stealing his concentration.

Still, it was enough to get him out of the townhouse district and back to the knights’ quarters.

Returning to his quarters, Celesto went straight to his room without even stopping by the bathroom. Then he knelt on the cushion laid out on the floor.

Celesto closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was originally a spot for prayer, but since coming here, he had never once used it for that purpose.

Not like I’m in a position to.

He looked down at the outline of his manhood prominent through his pants.

While inspecting the interior of the old chapel, Celesto had triggered a trap. Beside him was a stele that served as the curse’s medium, inscribed with the curse’s name and a warning.

A curse that would stimulate desire, amplify sensation, and eventually make him lose reason.

There were two ways to break the curse written on the stele: either relieve the unrelenting arousal by sharing pleasure with a partner, or confess the sin and have the curse dispelled.

Lose my virginity and get dismissed, or live the rest of my life as a puppet of the inquisitors.

Both options would inevitably reveal the fact that he had approached the forbidden old chapel. So the curse was practically a punishment for a cleric who deceived the order and accessed the ruins.

But Celesto intended to endure. Until he found out why Leocel died, he couldn’t be dismissed, nor could he reveal his true intentions to the order.

Besides, at first, it was bearable. The erections were uncomfortable, but not to the point of making daily life impossible.

But as time passed, the situation worsened. He grew aroused easily, and his physical reactions became excessive.

The hardest part was that his senses became more sensitive than necessary. His body reacted first to even brief, passing stimulation. He couldn’t even properly perform the physical training expected of a Holy Knight.

After about a month, Celesto was pushed to the limits of his patience.

Even bathing in cold water or clawing at his thighs only made the curse’s symptoms worse. His body burned all day like someone with a fever, and he could think of nothing but doing something about his e***t manhood.

And last night. Celesto decided. He would choose the option he had been ignoring until now.

‘…’

His lower abdomen reflexively tensed with a dull ache.

Celesto carefully undid his pants.

“Why?”

Celesto muttered as he checked his lower region.

The curse had definitely been alleviated. The red light from the mark, which had glowed brighter as symptoms worsened, had completely subsided, and the mild fever that had clouded his head had also calmed.

Yet his manhood was still reacting. Just the thought of Roarna brushing through his mind Just from that.

Is this also because of the curse?

The Lust Curse.

Even Roarna said she had never heard of it, so he didn’t know the details, but just looking at the name of the curse, this phenomenon didn’t seem strange.

Whatever the case, Roarna was a young and beautiful woman, and a man’s body generally reacted to such a partner.

But he couldn’t quite calm his mind. He couldn’t shake the thought that this felt subtly different from the stimulation the curse had been producing for the past month.

“Haah…”

Celesto let out a long breath.

He closed his eyes again, remaining in that position. It was originally a place for prayer, and right now he was also in a posture of prayer.

Celesto consciously exhaled deeply. Still in his prayer posture, he put strength into his hands resting on his thighs.

He couldn’t even remember the last time he prayed.

Right after returning from the old chapel, he thought he had devoted himself to training and prayer. But as the curse worsened, he couldn’t even meditate.