Chapter 44
I turned my gaze back to Celesto.
“I told you, I’m keeping it alive until I figure out what to use it for.”
I’d probably explained this several times already. Adding that I’d put it to proper use once I found someone to curse.
But as always, Celesto’s face was full of discontent.
Then, without warning, he pressed down hard on my c******s.
“Euht… hey, you… ah!”
His rigidly swollen glans rubbed against my softest, most delicate flesh. His movements, now skillful, carried his characteristic meticulous and persistent nature.
Celesto firmly wrapped one hand around my waist, holding me in place so I couldn’t move. At the same time, his manhood circled around my wet c******s.
“You really like this, don’t you?”
His low voice tickled my ear.
“Doing this… rubbing it like this.”
Where did he learn to talk like this? A guy who’s probably never even flipped through a e****c picture book in his life.
“Heu, don’t… whisper in my ear…”
A voice like a sob escaped my lips. My spine arched at the simultaneous stimulation from above and below.
It began to tremble faintly.
And by now, Celesto no longer missed such reactions.
He adjusted his position, then, with his glans and my c******s directly touching, he rocked his hips.
Slowly. And deeply.
He rubbed my weak spot in a circular motion. The sticky sensation of flesh against flesh, sliding together, thrillingly seized every nerve.
I gasped and clutched at Celesto’s collar.
This happened every time, and I still didn’t understand why.
Why did the act always begin whenever Celesto looked at that flower pot, asked questions about it, or tried to break it?
And the act was always rougher—almost invariably so—than when we were at Celesto’s villa.
I forced my pleasure-muddled brain to work.
‘Does he find it uncomfortable watching me cast a curse myself?’
That wouldn’t be entirely unreasonable.
Even if the curse cast with Black Hellebore was minor and insignificant, from a Holy Knight’s perspective, watching someone else curse another person probably wasn’t a pleasant sight.
Not that I recalled Celesto ever being such a benevolent person, but.
“Heu, ah-eung… eung! Ah-eu, ha…”
As my voice grew louder, Celesto moved his hips with even more force. The pressure was faster and heavier than before.
Whenever his glans roughly scraped between my labia and crushed my c******s, my body trembled and convulsed.
The heat radiating from his manhood felt like it would cook my entire lower abdomen.
While our most sensitive flesh rubbed against each other without restraint, fluid seeped from my gaping entrance as if to feed the pleasure.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, slick with slippery fluids, echoed more blatantly.
My back arched fully. My entire body convulsed beyond my control. Pleasure transmitted all the way to the tips of my hair.
‘The kiss is strange too…’
A question that had repeated in my muddled mind surfaced once more.
The intensity of the curse was proportional to Celesto’s desire. In other words, trying to relieve his desire without fulfilling the condition of ‘sharing together’ only made the curse stronger.
That was likely why Celesto had lost half his reason after e*********g in my hand the first day he came to my townhouse.
That’s why I couldn’t understand why Celesto was so absorbed in kissing.
Kissing didn’t just excite me. Of course, the longer the kiss lasted, the darker Celesto’s mark became, and the stronger the curse’s symptoms grew.
Yet he just kept kissing. Persistently.
‘Why, really. Why does he always do that? It’s not like just kissing alleviates the curse…’
I forced myself to keep thinking, trying to hold onto my fading consciousness. Because I felt like if I didn’t, I’d end up unable to even make basic observations, completely lost in the pleasure.
Just then, Celesto suddenly stopped moving.
“Heu, ha-eu, haah… ah-eu…”
I finally managed to gasp for air.
Celesto stared intently at our point of union. At the sight of mixed fluids streaming down like a transparent waterfall.
Soon, Celesto pulled his hips back slightly. His glans slid between my mounds and trailed down to the cleft of my b******s.
Celesto’s gaze fixed on one spot. The narrow gap that was endlessly spilling fluid.
“…”
Hmm, right.
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