Why Would a Holy Knight Be Afflicted with Such a Curse? - Chapter 45

It wasn’t that I had no idea why Celesto was so fixated on kissing, which didn’t even alleviate the curse.

In fact, I couldn’t not know. Because from the very first day he learned to kiss, Celesto kept rubbing his glans against the opening.

Whether it was because he couldn’t have s*x… that is, penetration… Celesto treated kissing like s*x.

Whenever our lips met, he was particularly fixated on thrusting his tongue deep inside.

Of course, I wondered how someone who didn’t even know how to m********e knew where the entrance was, but… Celesto wasn’t stupid.

Sure enough. He tilted his manhood and began to probe between my labia with his glans.

I held my breath and watched the scene. The flickering light from the mark reflected off the fluids, shimmering in a bizarre and lewd way.

If he put it in like this… what would happen to the curse?

The question I’d been carrying all along surfaced.

S****l desire that can’t be relieved unless with another person, heat that won’t subside unless sharing pleasure with a partner.

Various things were written on the curse’s stele, but nothing about the situation after such an act.

‘I suppose it’s natural, since the people who created the curse were probably virgins who had taken vows of chastity themselves.’

Given the circumstances, even after breaking the curse through s*x, he’d probably still need another person… but whether that was really due to the curse, I couldn’t say.

Because pleasure is harder to endure after you’ve experienced it once than when you’ve never felt it at all.

Just like this man in front of me.

Because of that… I often found myself wondering at moments like this.

If this massive glans, instead of crushing my c******s, pushed inside me… what would happen?

“…Eung.”

I reflexively squeezed my eyes shut. The mere thought made the depths of my lower abdomen tighten with heat.

It wasn’t like I had a wealth of experience, but I had seen enough men to know.

At least enough to know what needed to be done to make myself feel good.

One of the things I had learned was that my most sensitive erogenous zone was deep inside my belly.

Leocel, who used to enjoy fingering my c**t while m**********g, once said, ‘It’s hot that you feel more on the front of your womb than behind your c******s.’

‘…That might reach it.’

The same thought kept coming to mind.

“Ugh…”

Just the thought made my body twitch. Deep inside my lower abdomen tightened, spreading a shallow tremor through me.

Perhaps as an aftereffect, a gush of clear fluid seeped out.

“…Ha.”

Celesto swallowed a short breath.

At that precarious sound, I opened my eyes. Celesto’s gaze was fixed between my legs.

The pooled fluid trickled down my thigh.

His heat-seared green eyes slowly rose upward. Two eyes, carrying unmistakable desire, looked at me.

“…”

I didn’t avoid his gaze. Not that I could have—it was too blatant.

At that moment, Celesto’s lower body pushed between my thighs.

“Eueung…!”

At the heavy weight pressing against me, a nasal sound escaped before I could help it.

As his glans swept from my entrance to my c******s all at once, I felt a pressure similar to accepting a man inside the depths.

Just then, Celesto’s hand grabbed the back of my head. He immediately devoured my lips.

Our lips met far more roughly than before. His tongue persistently dug into my mouth, then began stirring up my mucous membrane.

It was definitely different from usual. His movements, rummaging through every part of my mouth, were impatient, as if suppressing something.

No… it seemed more like he was craving something.

“Heueup. Eup…”

Moans escaped me at the fierce tongue movements.

Whether the sound stimulated him, Celesto’s shoulder muscles went rigid. His body pressed against mine as if pushing me beyond the windowsill.

Breathless gasps mingled between our tightly pressed bodies, with no space between us.

I clung to Celesto’s neck as if for dear life. Just receiving the hot breath showering my face felt like my lungs were melting.

Whenever our lips crushed together and mucous membranes rubbed, the heat between my legs plundered my center even more intensely.

My grip on Celesto’s shirt tightened. It was the only thing I could hold onto in the cascade of pleasure.

His glans blatantly nudged the folds of my entrance, as if wanting to push inside me right now.

He had probably noticed that this narrow opening was desperate to receive him.

“…”

Celesto’s heartbeat, felt through his shirt, was irregular as if broken. His fingertips, gripping my waist, were trembling faintly as well.

I knew instinctively. That this tremor came from something closer to endurance than pleasure.

Celesto was fighting against a desire that could no longer be satisfied by merely devouring my lips.

But his sense of responsibility as a Holy Knight and the last shreds of his reason seemed to be struggling with all their might not to cross the line.

As if suppressing an instinct about to burst forth, Celesto ravaged my lips. His thick, moist flesh also wrapped around my tongue more persistently.

“Heueung…!”

A cry burst forth amidst the heavy pleasure. Celesto greedily swallowed the moans scattered in his mouth.

The relentlessly continuing kiss completely destroyed me.