Chapter 46
There was no helping it.
This was an intense thirst to thrust his c**k into a female’s hole, forcibly crammed into the limited act of kissing. It was no different from being penetrated by a d**k, not a tongue.
Clear fluid streamed endlessly from between my legs. The red, swollen flesh collided, making lewd, squelching sounds—*squelch, squelch*.
‘I want to put it in.’
Whether the blatant desire I felt was transmitted to him, Celesto exhaled roughly.
He gritted his teeth and moved his hips. His muscular upper body swelled. Through the fabric covering his torso, I felt a solid tension.
Only then did Celesto release my lips.
“Hoo, hu… haah, euh.”
Stifled moans poured down from above my head.
Amidst the difficult-to-bear sensation of impending e*********n, his manhood dug into my mound. Through his ragged breathing and the increased pressure, I could feel the pleasure he was experiencing.
*Squelch, squelch, squelch.*
As if wanting to push in even just a little, his glans persistently traced around the wet entrance.
The deep part of my lower abdomen tingled.
Whenever the path leading to my itchiest, hottest spot was stimulated, my vision flickered. The heat seemed to flow all the way to my womb.
“Haah… Roarna…”
Celesto buried his head in my shoulder. His hot, hard shaft began to press down as if to crush my c******s.
I let out a breath that was almost a scream. The pleasure he gave was so heavy it felt like the heat was piercing straight through my belly.
“Ah, aah…”
Soon, a familiar rising tension washed over me.
Not only my c******s, crushed under Celesto’s manhood, but also deep inside where he had never even directly touched—a tremor surged up.
“Aheung…!”
A cry burst from my lips. Along with a pleasure that felt like melting, my mind turned white.
Immediately after, Celesto’s body went rigid. As if holding something back, he bit down on my shoulder and swallowed a breath.
Soon, a hot, sticky liquid spilled onto my lower belly. At that vivid sensation, my body also trembled faintly.
Only ragged breaths echoed in the now-quiet lab.
Celesto remained motionless, his body completely overlaying mine. Only a single droplet of sweat, trickling down through his blonde hair, fell onto my shoulder with a soft tap.
‘Just as I thought…’
Feeling the hot s***n dampening between my legs, I solidified the thought I’d been entertaining all along.
‘Just as I thought, he wants to put something in.’
It was a thought that would horrify the man leaning on my shoulder, disheveled as he was.
But for me, it was a conclusion reached after much deliberation.
I didn’t think I could take much more of this—just receiving kisses. I even wondered if the accumulated desire might eventually make me jump Celesto and try to get myself pregnant.
So… the only option was to relieve that urge for penetration in another way.
Of course, whether this would actually alleviate the curse’s symptoms would require experimentation… but if we’re just ‘sharing’ pleasure, shouldn’t it be fine?
Having reached that optimistic conclusion, I leaned over and pulled out a stack of letter paper tucked into the bookshelf.
I was thinking of giving all the servants leave at once, vacating the house, and then inviting Celesto to the townhouse.
“Are you free next week?”
“…Wow.”
“Just tell me whether you’re free or not.”
“…I probably am.”
Hearing Celesto’s answer, I quickly scribbled a letter to the butler. From telling them I’d be giving everyone a paid holiday for one day next week, to threatening them not to come near the house because there would be an experiment at the manor that day.
The flow of introduction, development, turn, and conclusion was perfect.
Throughout all that, Celesto hadn’t moved a muscle. Meaning he had just been standing there with his manhood pressed against my lower belly.
After finishing even the final period, I looked up at Celesto. His green eyes met mine.
‘What? I thought he’d pull away by now.’
Instead, he just stared at me with gloomy eyes.
“Is there something you want to say?”
“…No.”
Only then did Celesto pull his body back.
As if there had never been any hesitation, he began wiping down his soiled body with a towel. Then, without even properly hearing the appointment time for next week, he left the lab.
I straightened the rest of my clothes where he had left me. According to Celesto’s demands, my lab was now a complete mess with bodily fluids soaked towels were thrown into the fireplace.
But then, a question I hadn’t considered before suddenly lodged itself in my mind.
“He said he’s probably free next week too?”
I muttered Celesto’s words to myself.
How could a Holy Knight belonging to the Temple Knights have free time every week? And aren’t visitation requests incredibly complicated?
With this unresolved question lingering, I moved back to my desk.
The ancient texts that had been fascinating in the morning now felt a bit dull, for some reason. They greeted me regardless.
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