Chapter 21
With words that somehow sounded like an excuse, I pulled down my underwear. Perhaps because even that thin single layer still counted as clothing, the space between my legs suddenly felt exposed and empty.
Before that cool sensation could awaken a new wave of embarrassment, I quickly lay down on the bed.
Has it been washed recently? The bedding gave off a strong scent of soap. Judging by the rough mix of lavender and sage, it seemed he was using soap made at the monastery.
‘At least it helps calm me a little.’
Feeling far more generous than before, I called out to Celesto.
“First… come over here. There’s something I need to teach you.”
“……”
His chest rose and fell heavily, as if he had let out a sigh.
Soon Celesto stood up. Because I was lying down, he already seemed big—but now he felt enormous.
“First. Take it out.”
“…Ha.”
Instead of answering, Celesto let out a short groan.
His large hand lifted the long shirt that hung down. Thick knuckles moved with careful precision, and then there was a small thud sound.
Tuduk.
Tok.
The buttons running down along his crotch came undone one by one. Once all the numerous buttons—fitting for his tall frame—were opened, a deep-red shaft rose through the gap of his parted pants.
I looked down at the shadow that had begun to fall over my lower abdomen.
…Even so, it’s really big.
I swallowed dryly.
Since our first encounter had been so sudden, I had wondered if my memory had distorted it… but apparently not.
After staring at the length of his c**k—stretching from my entrance all the way to my navel—I hurriedly lifted up the shirt I was wearing. In an instant, my bare s*x and navel were exposed.
“Ah, damn it.”
A curse unbefitting a cleric burst from Celesto’s mouth.
With the same hand that had been lifting his shirt, Celesto covered his mouth. After taking deep breaths for quite a while, he finally managed to speak.
“Wh…what are you doing right now? Why…?”
“It’ll get on my clothes.”
I pointed to the droplet pooled in my navel. It was Celesto’s pre-c*m, which had barely missed landing on my clothes.
“…….”
Thick knuckles pressed desperately against his lips and chin.
Just as it seemed like he might suffocate like that, Celesto finally pulled his hand away.
“…So what exactly are you going to teach me?”
“Uh, well……”
Trying to explain it in words made me embarrassed again.
Instead of speaking, I brought my legs together. As I bent my knees with my thighs pressed tightly together, my eyes met Celesto’s over the hand covering his mouth.
His expression clearly said, What exactly are you doing right now?
‘Now that I’m actually doing it, this is pretty embarrassing…’
Right after arranging to meet Celesto, I had belatedly made a list of problems.
Of course, revisiting the memory of making a spectacle of myself in front of an old friend had been painful—but no matter how I thought about it, there were too many things that needed improvement.
For instance, we couldn’t keep rubbing like that every time until we both finished.
“Try putting it here.”
I answered while gripping the inner flesh of both thighs with my hands. As I pulled them slightly apart, a small gap formed between my tightly closed thighs.
Celesto’s green eyes moved back and forth several times between the gap, my face, and the empty wall.
After a long moment, he finally exhaled as if forcing the words out.
“Here? My c**k?”
“Yeah. Try it.”
I answered as if speaking to an academy student, squeezing out as much composure as I could.
“Just try it first. You’ll probably finish faster than last time.”
Rubbing the head against the c******s had been satisfying in terms of sensation, but there was a problem—it took far too long.
Pressing the shaft between the thighs had a high chance of solving that problem. If it pressed tightly enough, the stimulation would be greater for both of us.
But instead of doing as I told him, Celesto only covered his lips again. Honestly, that was what I expected.
Trying to shake off my embarrassment, I grumbled,
“We can’t keep going that long every time, can we? Your opinion doesn’t matter anyway, so just try it first.”
“……”
Celesto’s c**k twitched, leaking moisture. As if answering in place of the lips pressed under his palm.
After a long while, Celesto finally spoke.
“…Fine. We can’t keep dragging things out like this every time.”
For some reason, Celesto said it with an expression that even carried a hint of determination.
Soon, his thick-knuckled fingers gripped my thighs.
“Ah, damn it…”
Celesto muttered, his face twisting.
“Why is this… so soft?”
His calloused fingers carefully traced along the inner flesh of my thighs. It seemed the thighs of someone who spent all day sitting at a desk were far more delicate than he had expected.
Wrapping my arms around the backs of my knees, I replied,
“Are you pointing out my lack of exercise right now?”
“No, seriously… it’s so soft it feels like it might melt. Damn it, what is this? Are all women like this?”
Judging by the situation, it seemed he was blurting out things he would rather not say—but Celesto didn’t bother restraining his mouth.
It didn’t even seem like he realized what he was saying anymore.
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