Chapter 41
The moment he accidentally thrust his manhood into a woman’s body, both his curse and his position as a Holy Knight would come to an end.
That very thought excited Celesto. The notion that his life might be ruined stimulated his frayed nerves, worn thin by anxiety.
Roarna, on the other hand, wore an uneasy expression.
“Heuuhm. Uuhm.”
Her gaze had been fixed on the point where they were joined. Her blue eyes were filled with worry and anxiety. Whenever he tried to press his hips even slightly closer, she practically shook her head.
But the more she did so, the more thoroughly pleasure consumed Roarna. With all her nerves focused on her g******s, the sensation of pleasure was all the more vivid.
And Celesto noticed it too. Because more and more fluid seeped out, enough now to drench the window ledge.
Whether this reaction came from impatience or anxiety didn’t matter. He only wanted Roarna to focus all her attention on him.
Only then did Celesto release her lips.
“Cough, cough.”
Whether from the kiss that had lasted too long, Roarna coughed as she finally gasped for air.
“Heuh, ha… you crazy bastard…”
Amidst her gasping breaths, Roarna’s voice reached him.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t— Ah-eung!”
Celesto deliberately dug into the entrance, and Roarna let out a cry, her hips jerking.
It seemed the vaginal opening was also one of her erogenous zones.
‘It’s so small, yet she feels it in so many places.’
Celesto swallowed a laugh as he thrust his hips upward.
Roarna’s body reacted as he intended. Every time his glans rubbed against it, the opening gaped and released more fluid.
“Heuh, eung… ah, aah…”
Roarna’s whole body flinched at the glans that crossed her entrance vertically.
Watching her, the corner of Celesto’s mouth lifted slightly.
“Good?”
Celesto asked.
Roarna nodded emphatically.
At that moment, a cool voice spoke from somewhere in Celesto’s heart.
As expected, you don’t care that how this started was hardly different from violence, do you? As long as you feel good.
“…”
Celesto gritted his teeth and rubbed his manhood more forcefully. He wanted to look away from the misery that wouldn’t fade. He wanted to pour everything into this pleasure he was sharing with Roarna right now.
His efforts quickly paid off.
“Ah, ah… there, rub there more…”
Stimulated at her weak point, Roarna began to plead with him.
He willingly succumbed to that sweet temptation. He rubbed her slick entrance and c******s just as she wanted.
Squish, squish.
The lab filled with wet sounds he had never heard before.
Whether it was because of Roarna’s sweet scent, Celesto felt as if he was crushing a ripe, soft fruit.
With a hot breath, Celesto’s whisper tickled Roarna’s ear.
“Haah, ha… Roarna, I think… I’m about to come…”
His voice was thick with desire.
Roarna couldn’t answer. She just wrapped her arms around Celesto, the arms he had released, and whimpered.
Celesto wrapped his arms around Roarna’s body. Holding her small frame as if to crush it, he began to move his hips quickly.
His menacingly swollen manhood ravaged her bare skin revealed through the torn fabric. A sensation as if his brain was burning swept through his entire body.
“Ah, ah, aaaah!”
A stifled moan burst from Roarna’s throat. Trapped in his embrace, Roarna cried out at the pleasure he poured upon her.
Finally reaching his limit, Celesto bit down hard on Roarna’s shoulder. He came amidst a pleasure that turned his mind white.
Hot liquid splattered messily onto Roarna’s lower belly and her torn pants. Celesto, trembling as if in convulsions, held Roarna close.
“Haah, eu… Roarna…”
Celesto rubbed his disheveled head against the nape of Roarna’s neck.
‘I’m really losing my mind…’
As reason finally surfaced in his consciousness, he couldn’t escape a feeling of emptiness.
At this point, he was certain. He wasn’t in his right mind.
‘Or maybe I haven’t been for some time.’
Now that he had pulled back slightly, a flood of thoughts surged through his mind.
His c**k that remained stiffly e***t even in moments when the curse wasn’t acting up.
Nights when he could barely sleep.
His sudden preoccupation with Roarna’s relationships with other men.
The man who tried to strike up a conversation with Roarna, who didn’t even know his name.
The flower pot he had desperately hoped she would just throw away.
In the silence still simmering with the heat of pleasure, Celesto desperately recalled a question he had been ignoring until now.
What is wrong with me, really?
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