Why Would a Holy Knight Be Afflicted with Such a Curse? - Chapter 32

It had only been a few days since he’d rubbed himself against her.

But when Roarna wrapped her hands around his waist, Celesto realized why he was so shocked.

He’d only rubbed against Roarna’s private parts—this was the first time he had actually touched her properly.

…Insane.

Celesto panted, stiff as a board.

Meanwhile, the distance between him and Roarna grew even smaller.

An arm in a white shirt stretched across his shoulders. Soon, a small hand pressed down on the nape of his neck.

Celesto bent instinctively. As their heights aligned, her breath tickled precisely at his lips.

“First….”

Roarna whispered above his lips. Her voice was sweet and sticky, like jam boiled down with too much sugar.

“We’ll start by getting you used to it. Close your eyes and relax your strength.”

“..Is that enough?”

“It’ll be even better if you follow along.”

Follow along? Do what?

Before Celesto could ask, a soft touch met his lips.

He unconsciously held his breath. He tried to relax, just as Roarna had said, but instead his whole body tensed even more.

Her plump lips pressed gently against his. They only barely touched, yet a violent resonance stirred deep in his lower abdomen.

It was probably because of the sensation.

Roarna’s lips were even softer than he had imagined. If he put them in his mouth and sucked, they seemed like they would melt immediately.

“Hah….”

Celesto let out a suppressed moan.

Between the soft flesh of their lips, warm breaths mingled. The breath, indistinguishable whose it was, seeped into his senses with an intoxicating sweetness.

Celesto struggled to restrain the whirlwind of desire within him. Even if he couldn’t be completely proper, at least he thought he could avoid losing himself and recklessly rushing in like during his two previous experiences.

But, as always, his rational plan was undone by Roarna’s skillful hands.

“Huu….”

Roarna parted her lips slightly. A ticklish breath escaped through the gap.

Just as Celesto was about to chase after the warmth that slipped away, Roarna followed the outline of his lips, gently matching the pressure.

Smack, smack.

He swallowed as her lips playfully brushed over his skin.

Celesto couldn’t hold back and gripped Roarna’s waist tightly. The slender curve beneath his palms scrambled his thoughts completely.

“…You’re doing well.”

Roarna whispered.

Celesto’s shoulders shivered. Her voice was slightly wetter than before, signaling that he wasn’t the only one stirred by this light contact.

Calloused hands traced the curve of her waist. Roarna let out a low moan, as if it had struck a sensitive spot.

“Is… that all?”

Celesto forced the words out. Perhaps due to the subtle, unfamiliar excitement, his voice was thick with huskiness.

Roarna let out a small, knowing laugh.

“Don’t you think this isn’t the end either?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. Before Celesto could even react, she pressed her body close. The soft, pliant flesh of her chest pressed firmly against him.

His mind went blank. The warmth and touch striking him tore his thoughts to pieces. His entire body stiffened, every muscle tense.

It felt as if the cursed mark had spread over his whole body. Wherever Roarna’s heat touched, something seemed to pulse violently.

The sensation overwhelmed him, subduing his reason.

Then Roarna pressed her lips to his again. This time, something moist slipped between their heated lips.

It was her tongue.

Before he could even react properly to the soft touch, the tip of Roarna’s tongue gently licked Celesto’s lips.

Just as she had said about starting with getting used to it, Roarna waited patiently until he could adapt to the sensation.

With a sigh, Celesto parted his lips. Only then did her soft flesh slip inside.

Her small tongue probed lightly against his inner lips.

Celesto felt something surge violently within him. His body, having allowed this intrusion for the first time, seemed instinctively ready to emit even holy energy.

Then Roarna pressed harder with the arms wrapped around his neck. Her pliant flesh pressed forcefully against his chest.

“Breathe… don’t hold it.”

Her whisper seeped between their lips. Only then did Celesto realize he had been holding his breath all along.

The moment he inhaled the breath he had been restraining under Roarna’s instruction, her sweet warmth filled his lungs completely.