Why Would a Holy Knight Be Afflicted with Such a Curse? - Chapter 42 - The Third Experiment

On an afternoon when the decryption of the ancient text (Kom), which had dragged on for four long days, was finally nearing its end, someone knocked on the door of my laboratory.

Without much thought, I opened it.

After all, anyone who dares to knock on the door of a forbidden scholar’s lab—clearly marked with a large No Entry sign—usually has something they’re relying on.

Today’s visitor was someone who relied on their own body as their greatest asset.

Protecting themselves from the dangers scattered throughout a forbidden scholar’s lab, and dealing with Roarna Balseren in her oversensitive state—

Chuup, chup.

A sticky, wet sound began to fill the stillness of the laboratory.

“Ha… mm… ngh…”

A suppressed moan stirred in my throat.

The tongue moving inside my mouth was growing bolder, tracing deeper and more direct paths.

As if to swallow even those sounds, Celesto’s tongue pressed in further. As if, if possible, it would reach all the way down my throat, It was as if he was trying to fill even the bruise.

I pounded on Celesto’s shoulder with my fist. It was meant to signal that he should let me lock the door.

But Celesto Castanor had always been a bastard who spent his entire life hearing only what he wanted to hear.

His right hand seized my wrist. I struggled instinctively, but only more force was applied to our intertwined hands.

Instead of letting go of my wrist, Celesto tightened his grip even more. Then he roughly pulled my entire body toward his.

The sudden force made me stagger violently. Before I could regain my balance, I collided with his solid chest.

His remaining arm wrapped around my waist without hesitation. There wasn’t a single gap left between us.

Meanwhile, Celesto pulled his right arm back. Still not releasing me, he began fastening the double locks, one by one.

The arm that secured the final lock pulled me in tightly against his waist. At the same time, my body lifted into the air.

Carrying me in his arms, Celesto headed toward the inner part of the lab.

His long legs skillfully navigated between the scattered ancient texts, reference books, and ink-stained quills.

Soon, he set me down on the windowsill.

It was a spot I wasn’t particularly thrilled about. Because Celesto kept trying to knock over the Black Hellebore flower pot at every chance.

Then Celesto grabbed the back of my neck. With a pressing force that sealed our lips, my jaw slackened helplessly.

Celesto’s tongue invaded my mouth to its limit. Perhaps because he had already pushed in so far that it felt like there was no room left, the heat he brought with him filled my entire mouth.

“Ueung, eung… heueu…”

I clung to Celesto’s collar and received his kiss. His tongue swept through every corner of my mouth. The moans I let out were swallowed beyond his lips.

Sticky moisture seeped between our fiercely intertwining tongues. Celesto licked it all up like a man possessed.

‘This is too much—it doesn’t feel like a kiss, it feels like s*x…’

The flesh forcefully digging into my mucous membrane was identical to a thrusting c**k, except in location and texture.

It had been like this ever since I taught him how to kiss. Celesto plundered my mouth as if he were inserting his tongue instead of his d**k.

It wasn’t a bad kiss from the receiving end. Especially considering my partner was a noble Holy Knight who had never once m*********d in over twenty years.

But… honestly, it was overwhelming.

It wasn’t just a matter of pressing our lips together—it was a kiss as if he was trying to devour my very breath. That persistence was so much like Celesto’s personality that, for someone who had known him for so long, it stirred complicated feelings in many ways.

Above all, Celesto’s breath was far too hot.

Before long, the heat was gnawing at my lower lip.

Unable to withstand the pressure any longer, I pushed Celesto’s shoulder away.

“Th, that’s enough. Haah, ha… my lips are going to get chafed, you know.”

Between our forcibly parted lips, I struggled to exhale.

Celesto froze in place like a halted carriage, only letting out ragged breaths.

I gazed at his green eyes, visible through his disheveled hair. Those bloodshot eyes were paradoxically unfocused.

There was no trace of his usual arrogance or the cool-headedness befitting a Holy Knight.

It might be a strange analogy, but he looked as precarious as a trampled flower.

‘I’m really thinking all sorts of strange things.’

I wiped the saliva from the corner of my mouth.

Was it because this was the first time in my life I had been so deeply entangled with Celesto? Thoughts I wouldn’t even have with a lover kept crossing my mind.