Chapter 3
Thinking that made me even more curious. Where on earth did he get cursed with what kind of curse to react like this?
There was only one thing to do to find out. I gently coaxed him with a sweet voice.
“You know that even a slight difference in a magic circle produces different magic, right? There’s no way a non-expert like you could draw it exactly the same.”
“Th-then… I could put paper over it and trace it, that would be identical.”
“Trace it? Sounds like the mark is in a very visible spot?”
“…”
Whether I hit a nerve or not, Celesto fell silent.
I put on a gentle smile again. I’d succeeded in gaining the upper hand; now it was time to gently pull him in.
“I don’t know what kind of mark appeared to make you so hypersensitive, but either way, I need to see the mark at least once.”
At my words, Celesto swallowed hard.
Pretending not to notice his reaction, I persuaded him with a suitably friendly and gentle voice.
“You know I’ve devoted my life to taboo studies since the academy. I’ve researched curses by type, especially. Nothing will surprise me.”
“…”
“I need to know what kind of curse it is to break it for you, right? Hmm?”
“I already know what kind of curse it is. Ha, damn it.”
Celesto roughly ran his hands through his hair. His blonde hair, usually neatly styled without a single stray hair, became as tangled as a mop.
While I just blinked in surprise, he spoke in a low, gravelly voice.
“…You really need to see it?”
“Yeah.”
“…”
Celesto squeezed his eyes shut.
But as I said before, Celesto lacks social skills, but he’s not stupid.
“…Fine. I’ll show you, so…”
He let out a long sigh.
“Don’t be surprised, don’t make a fuss. And… just look at the mark.”
Having said that, Celesto put his hand on his clothes.
Not his shirt.
His pants.
“…What?”
At such an unexpected turn of events, a stupid sound escaped me before I could stop it.
Whether he had already made up his mind or not, Celesto steadfastly unbuckled his pants even while looking at me like that.
And then, when he unbuttoned the front of his pants.
Thump—
With an absurd sound, something massive popped out.
Wha, what is this?
I stared at the scene before me without making a sound. More precisely, at the angrily swollen mass of flesh that sprang up as soon as Celesto pulled his pants down slightly.
That thing… well, Celesto’s manhood was fully e***t. Judging by how long it seemed to have been like this, both the glans and the shaft were glistening with moisture.
Then Celesto grabbed the shaft, standing at a perfect right angle, in his hand.
“Ugh…”
Celesto let out a low moan. At the same time, his manhood twitched violently, and moisture dripped from the tip.
“…”
“…”
Neither of us could say anything. We could only stare at the scene.
Celesto gritted his teeth and then fully pulled out the part of his manhood still buried in his pants. Then he showed me the base, turned toward me.
“Haah.”
I let out a small gasp. Beneath the curly, light-colored pubic hair, a vividly glowing red pattern was visible. It was the curse mark.
Fortunately or unfortunately, the moment I saw the mark, my mind became sharply focused. It was the moment my professional instincts kicked in.
The intensity of a curse is directly proportional to the clarity and complexity of the mark. The more ominous the mark looked at first glance, or the more flashy the side effects, the harsher the curse afflicting the person.
Furthermore… I had never in my life heard of a curse mark appearing in such a place. While the g******s are a vital point for a human, if you’re going to place a mark, it would be better to put it on the heart rather than here.
I cleared my throat and asked Celesto. I didn’t intend to, but my voice came out quite cold.
“You… what kind of curse did you get?”
“…The Lust Curse.”
“The Lust Curse?”
I had expected it to be a type of curse I’d never heard of, but this was truly beyond imagination. ‘Lust’?
“The Lust Curse? What kind is that? What, do you go into heat or something?”
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