Chapter 20
“Ah, I can’t do that. It’s not a section meant for ordinary worshippers in the first place.”
Hmph. I made a snorting sound and nodded.
“Or maybe it’s meant to automatically dismiss anyone who breaks their vow of chastity.”
“Probably.”
“So that means there’s really no way to relieve the desire on your own? The point is to make it unbearable unless you lose your chastity.”
“Exactly. So probably…”
Celesto hesitated for a moment before continuing.
“I think it specifically forbids taking pleasure from the other person by force, or experiencing it unilaterally. There would definitely be people who’d try.”
“Ah, you mean forcing it with hands or mouth.”
“…Mouth?”
Celesto furrowed his brow at my words. Apparently, he didn’t quite understand what I was talking about.
I decided not to give the pure cleric another thing to worry about. Instead, I got up from the sofa and headed toward the bed.
“Got it roughly. I’ll think about the details back in the study, so let’s put out the urgent fire first.”
“…It’s not that urgent. It just interferes with daily life.”
“……”
“…Damn it.”
Celesto covered his mouth again.
I did give him the confession potion… but this is really embarrassing.
To shake off the awkward feeling, I deliberately responded nonchalantly to his words.
“If it’s affecting your daily life, just say so. The client’s comfort comes first, and then the researcher’s.”
But Celesto desperately kept his hands over his lips.
Hmm… I wasn’t entirely sure, but it seemed the curse’s symptoms were intensifying. His pants suddenly bulged, and whatever the case, there was no need to prolong the embarrassing moment any further.
I sat on the bed and reached for his pants button. With a small pop, the button came undone.
Celesto’s shoulders flinched at the sound.
When I undid one more button, he lowered the hand covering his lips.
“…What are you doing right now?”
“Can’t you tell? You’re trying to take off your clothes before we start.”
“Take off… my clothes? Why? Do we really have to take off clothes? It’s already—”
Before he could finish, Celesto covered his mouth. Judging by how quick his reaction was, he probably had a rough idea of what he was about to say.
I took a deep breath before undoing the last button.
No matter that it was Celesto, I honestly didn’t want to pull down his pants. Honestly, isn’t it the kind of thing you wouldn’t even want your family to see?
But there was a serious problem.
“Can you do my laundry?”
“…No.”
The answer came through the loosely parted fingers of his hand.
“Honestly, just touching it seems like it’d tear.”
“I think so too.”
No matter how surprisingly skilled Celesto was at cleaning, as he said, that was a talent honed from his time in the knightly order.
Besides, most of my clothes were made with comfort in mind, aside from minimal aesthetics. Unlike the rough robes worn by priests, they required delicate handling.
“If you’re unhappy, next time tell me beforehand that we’ll do this. Bring extra clothes, wear a dress, whatever works.”
I grumbled as I pulled his pants down the rest of the way, trying to shake off the embarrassment.
But just as I hooked my fingers to pull down his underwear, my resolve was tested again.
Bang!
A loud noise and Celesto’s groan reached my ears. I stopped mid-motion and turned toward him.
The scene was chaotic. The sofa, perfectly fine just thirty seconds ago, had toppled backward, and Celesto was rolling on the floor.
“What the—?”
I asked out of sheer disbelief.
But there was no answer. Celesto’s face was bright red as he desperately covered his mouth.
Watching him, I felt heat rising in my ears. What to say… I didn’t know exactly what would come out of his mouth, yet I somehow had a rough idea.
“I—I didn’t bring any extras.”
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