Why Would a Holy Knight Be Afflicted with Such a Curse? - Chapter 25

Clinging to Celesto’s neck, I felt like I might cry. His solid neck didn’t waver at all, even with my arms wrapped around it.

The muscles in my lower belly trembled in tiny shudders. I could feel the sticky fluid constantly seeping from between my legs.

Squish, squish, squish.

The steady sounds of wetness gradually became shorter and sharper. The rhythm of the shaking bed also grew finer.

Slowly, Celesto lowered his head. His chin pressed near the top of my head.

“Hah… ha… so wet…”

He enveloped me completely, letting out rough breaths. The heat he exhaled spread straight into me. My whole body was aflame, caught in the waves of pleasure.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Everything was a mess, but one thing was certain: we were approaching climax.

Celesto remained focused on pressing and rubbing his soaked shaft against my center.

My body, tormented by his insistence, had already been consumed by pleasure, convulsing uncontrollably.

The reason I couldn’t completely lose myself even in this situation was simple.

Celesto was speaking more and more.

“Roarna… Roarna…”
“Aah, ah… haaah, ah, ahh!”
“Hot… sticky… it’s already soft, but… with all this wetness… huu, haah…”

Whether it was the effect of the confession potion or the arousal from the act itself, Celesto’s words, soaked in heat, kept spilling out.

The problem was that every single word landed directly in my ears. I desperately wanted to let go, but those filthy words kept pulling me back from the edge of unconsciousness.

‘Why… Why is this happening… ah…’

At that moment, Celesto’s body stiffened completely.

Before I could even react, he grabbed my thighs tightly with both arms.

With the shift in position, his glans was buried entirely between my labia. The contact with my c******s widened, and the sensations in my lower belly became far heavier.

“Huu… haah… feels… so good.”

Celesto drew a deep breath.

Soon, he began thrusting his hips. Faster than before, with stronger pressure.

The soft flesh on the inside of my thighs was crushed against Celesto’s heated bulk. It wasn’t just simple rubbing.

He pressed my knees almost as if to crush them with his shoulders, desperately driving himself between my thighs.

Using his entire length, he rubbed and ground against my mound. Every time his member touched the wet flesh, a squelching sound followed.

“Hhh, haa… ah… aah…”

I whimpered in pleasure, my cries cracked and ragged.

It was agonizing. The heat was far too shallow to reach the deepest points, since he hadn’t actually penetrated. The stimulation merely lingered on the surface.

Yet the pleasure sparked by the contact of the most sensitive areas was already dominating my entire body, including my lower half.

Probably… Celesto’s body as well.

Creak, squeak, squeak.

The bed shook violently, as if it might break under the strain.

But Celesto paid no mind to the noise.

His large hands gripped my hips tightly, keeping me locked to his movements.

Locked in place, he forced the last of his strength into his hips.

As if to crush me, the head of him drove between my thighs. The blunt tip slammed repeatedly against my most sensitive bud.

“Hah, ah… Roarna…”

Celesto gasped my name like a scream.

The heat in his eyes flared explosively in an instant. A heavy wave filled the space between my thighs.

That was my limit.

“Ah, aaah, ah•••••!”

My hips arched sharply. The pleasure that began at my c******s surged instantly to the top of my head. My womb, which had been anticipating the intrusion, burned intensely.

My body convulsed at the peak. My thigh muscles trembled, forcing out wetness between them.

“Hhh, hhaa… ah•••••.”

I was dazed, carried away by the lingering waves of climax.

Over me, Celesto’s massive body collapsed. He slumped completely, yet repeatedly thrust his hips.

For a long while, Celesto buried his face in my shoulder. As he drew ragged breaths, A hot, sticky liquid ran down my thighs.

The room was silent. There was no creaking of the bed threatening to break, no lewd squelching sounds.

Only the sound of two hearts thumping loudly—thump, thump—echoed through the space.

After a while, a bead of sweat slid down Celesto’s jaw and fell with a tiny tap onto my collarbone.

His shoulder trembled slightly at that small stir.

I realized that Celesto’s mind had returned. He seemed to understand what he had done and what he had said, and he didn’t utter a word.

‘Well, since it’s quiet, I guess the effect of the confession potion has completely worn off.’

I took a small breath so that he wouldn’t notice the weight of my body pressed over him.

From my last experience, I had learned one thing: if both people are embarrassed in this situation, the only thing you can do is run.

“••Are you coming to your senses a bit now?”

Celesto didn’t answer but buried his face deeply into my shoulder—a gesture roughly equivalent to a nod.

I looked down at the traces he had left, wetting my thighs and lower abdomen. Then, as rudely as possible… I grabbed his hair.

“You… what would’ve happened if I hadn’t taken off my pants?”
“…Sorry.”
Celesto whispered in a hoarse voice.

‘Fine.’

The awkward apology felt almost normal for him. Aside from being tangled up with him like this, it was a much better situation than last time.

“I’ve been thinking… you really need some training.”
“…Training? What kind of training?”
“Bedroom manners training.”

In my words, Celesto’s body jerked noticeably.

Before he could start thinking anything strange, I got straight to the point.

“You’ve only done one thing properly so far: sending the letter and setting up the appointment. You didn’t even clearly state your purpose.”
“••••••.”
“And even if we ignore… you know, s*x, there’s still manners. Like asking if it’s okay before doing something.”

I paused mid-sentence and looked down. I could feel something moving sharply against the mound of him pressing into my lower abdomen.

“Right now… what’s—”
“Nothing.”
Celesto cut me off sharply.

At the same time, he sprang up from his spot. Awkwardly picking up the blanket that had fallen to the floor, he draped it over me.

“So… what’s this about manners?”

Celesto adjusted his clothes in a way that looked suspicious to anyone watching. Instead of pointing it out, I went straight to what I had prepared.

“So… um, I’ll teach you step by step next time, so make some time for it.”
“Time, huh…”
“Ah! You don’t need to take the whole day like today. Just a short while.”
“…Got it.”

With all his buttons fastened, Celesto turned to face me.

“That small door there… It’s the bathroom. Go wash up there. I’ve heated the water.”
“Um… what about you?”
“…I’m not in a situation to wash warmly right now.”

Leaving behind the bluntest answer imaginable, Celesto walked out.