Why Would a Holy Knight Be Afflicted with Such a Curse? - Chapter 43

This bastard, breaking the rules on his own to seek the truth behind his brother’s death, even doing things like this with me—maybe it made me feel a little sorry for him…

Anyway, what mattered was the reason he came to my lab today: alleviating the curse.

I took Celesto’s large hand and guided it near my thigh.

“We’ve had enough kissing for now, so… let’s get on with what we need to do.”

Kissing was just foreplay to heat up our bodies. What actually calmed the curse’s symptoms was the act of sharing pleasure together.

Kissing him like it was s*x didn’t really benefit Celesto.

For his sake, and for my research which still needed finishing touches, it was time to move on to the next act.

But Celesto’s face showed clear disappointment.

“…”

“What? Is there something you want to say?”

“No.”

Celesto frowned. His eyes, which had been shimmering with heat, had now settled into a sharp, almost cold clarity.

It was a sight I had grown used to by now.

‘He’s doing it again…’

I thought as I lifted the hem of my skirt.

It had already been a month since I invited Celesto to my lab and taught him how to kiss.

In that time, we’d learned a few things about the curse and established a few rules between us.

First and foremost, we started to realize that the intensity of the curse was proportional to Celesto’s level of desire.

In other words, the more his desires built up, the stronger the curse’s symptoms became.

This was evidenced by the curse mark, which grew darker and more pronounced the longer he went without relief.

I could roughly guess why the curse was designed that way. It was probably meant to make a monk’s lustful e******n glow so he could be caught red-handed.

‘And at the end of that path, maybe a monster capable of completely suppressing his own desires might emerge.’

Thinking that, I looked at Celesto. He was still looking down at me with those bloodshot eyes.

If I had known about this curse in advance, I would have picked Celesto as the person most likely to withstand it.

Wouldn’t you? With his annoyingly rigid personality, and on top of that, a Holy Knight possessing the divine power passed down through his family line.

Isn’t it usually this kind of person who overcomes a curse and goes down in history?

But no. Celesto turned out to be extremely vulnerable to this curse.

He supposedly endured his desires for a full month when he was first cursed. But after he started receiving help from me, Celesto’s patience barely lasted a week.

I don’t know the reason. Maybe it’s because he lived until that age without even knowing how to kiss, let alone m********e, and now he’s gone crazy from the delayed experience.

Anyway, for that reason, we were rubbing our mouths together about once a week.

Sometimes, when his symptoms suddenly worsened or when he had long-term commitments, we’d even have to hastily make time to meet.

This was also why my lab had gained a new purpose.

Celesto was highly suspicious. Unless he felt perfectly secure, he wouldn’t pull down his pants until his manhood was red-hot and throbbing.

So usually, we met at a villa he had arranged… but occasionally, there were times when he needed to relieve his urges urgently.

Right. My lab was one of the ‘spaces where it was acceptable to pull down his pants and rub his d**k’ that he had chosen.

I have no idea what his criteria are.

I watched Celesto undress. As he pulled back his hood and lowered his pants, that thought naturally crossed my mind.

Since Celesto’s first visit, there had been intruders in my lab. Naturally, there were further minor disruptions afterward as well.

Yet Celesto kept coming to my lab. At first, I thought he only dropped by when he was in a hurry, but now he’d even gotten familiar enough to fasten the locks himself.

No matter how I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out why Celesto felt secure in this place.

My townhouse seems safer than this. He could wash up right away, too…

While I was mulling over the same question for what felt like the hundredth time, Celesto pulled out his manhood.

His red-hot glans nudged the small bump nestled between my mounds. As if foreshadowing what was to come.

“…That thing.”

Lips far above the top of my head whispered in a low voice.

“Are you going to keep leaving it there?”

Having said that, Celesto gave a slight nod.

I followed his gaze. At the end of it lay the object I expected.

I looked at the blooming black flower petals for a moment.

The Black Hellebore, which I had managed to keep alive through painstaking effort, had grown darker than when it first arrived in my lab. It had an ominous appearance, befitting its nickname, the ‘Rose of Curses.’