Why Would a Holy Knight Be Afflicted with Such a Curse? - Chapter 22

“On something like this? You’re telling me to rub mine against it? It feels like it’ll break.”

“No… it’s not that fragile, so just try it. And once it gets wet, it’ll be fine again.”

And it seemed the only thing he couldn’t hear wasn’t just his own words.

Ignoring what I said, Celesto rubbed the head of his c**k against my thigh. The soft flesh pressed together as it moved, warmth spreading between them.

“So soft…”

His low voice vibrated along my lower abdomen. That gentle vibration made my hips twitch without me realizing it.

The hot head traced circles across my skin. Perhaps he liked the sensation—his grip on my thighs gradually tightened.

The head that had been enjoying the feel of my thighs slowly slid downward, following the softer flesh. Closer to my center.

“Mm…”

Reflexively, I drew my knees in. As I did, the soft inner flesh of my thighs tightened around the head as if blocking it.

“Ah—!”

Celesto let out a hurried breath. At the same time, his hand slipped from my thigh.

Losing his balance, Celesto staggered for a moment. By the time he steadied himself by bracing his knees, his c**k had already slid between my thighs.

“…This is driving me insane.”

Celesto muttered through gritted teeth.

His hand touched my knee. He could have simply held it firmly in place, but instead he just clenched and unclenched his hand with a slightly flustered expression.

It seemed… he had stopped because he didn’t know where to place his hands.

I reached out and guided his hand onto my thigh. He followed my lead, moving his left hand, and soon he ended up holding both of my knees in his arms.

“…Like this?”

“Hmm… probably.”

Watching Celesto’s awkward posture made me lose confidence.

It had been a while, but when Leocel used this position, my legs had definitely rested neatly over his shoulders. With him buried between my thighs all the way to the base, whenever he moved his hips, the friction was enough for me to feel pleasure too.

But now… even at a glance, the posture was clumsy. The shaft still extended far below my hips.

Fortunately—or unfortunately—Celesto found the answer himself this time.

Ssshhk.

With a strong pull, my body was dragged toward the edge of the bed. At the same time my legs were pressed down by force, and my hips lifted into the air.

“……!”

I reflexively jerked my waist.

The shaft wedged between my thighs had definitely moved—pushing deeper through the flesh.

“Ha……”

Hot breath spilled onto my forehead.

Celesto pressed his body tightly against mine, our heads nearly touching at the crown as he steadied his breathing. Each time he slowly moved his hips, the soft flesh of my inner thighs slid upward as if being pushed aside.

“…Ah.”

Celesto whispered as though exhaling the word.

Around then, I squeezed my eyes shut.

There was no longer any trace in Celesto’s green eyes of him trying to restrain himself. From now on, it was clear he intended to do something.

“Don’t move… stay just like that. Before I lose control and do something crazy.”

He murmured with his head lowered, his disordered breath brushing against my cheek.

Soon Celesto began to move his hips little by little. The grotesquely swollen shaft pressed against the inside of my thighs sliding along the inside.

Hot… and hard.

“Huu…”

A strained breath slipped out between my lips. I could feel heat gathering deep in my lower abdomen.

Even though he wasn’t directly touching me.

Reflexively, I tensed my legs. The space between my thighs closed, the inner flesh tightening firmly around him.

Grit. I heard the sound of Celesto grinding his teeth. I could feel his arms tightening as they held my thighs.

“…This is driving me insane.”

His voice, rough like metal scraping, slid along the edge of my ear.

Celesto pressed his hips closer. My hips lifted completely, and through the gap between my thighs that formed, the shaft slid fully inside.

He rubbed his swollen c**k deep against the mound between my legs. It was, in effect, the deepest union possible without actual penetration.

“Ha… this feels good…”

Celesto muttered absentmindedly.

Still holding my thighs, he thrust his hips upward a few more times. The swollen head brushed against my my c******s was crushed and ground against him.

“Hngh, ah…”

I tried to pull myself together through the heavy wave of pleasure.

He kept repeating the same motion, as if the thought of pulling his hips back and then thrusting his c**k back inside simply never crossed his mind.

‘Well… it’s not strange. He’s probably been pushed so far to the edge that he doesn’t even have the presence of mind to hold back whatever the truth serum makes him say…’

I tried to push against Celesto’s lower abdomen.

Honestly, the situation itself wasn’t bad. But if it kept going like this, it seemed unlikely I’d achieve my original goal of teaching him how to finish faster.

Still, all my attempts to force my legs and push Celesto’s hips back failed. The strength of a holy knight, honed through a lifetime of ascetic discipline and training, was something a mere scholar like me couldn’t overcome.

“Haa… ha… huu…”

The soft flesh of my inner thighs was pressed and crushed beneath the hot mass.

It wasn’t just rubbing anymore. Celesto was squeezing my thighs as if he might break them, forcing his hips inward.

I pushed at the shoulders that kept burrowing between my legs.