Why Would a Holy Knight Be Afflicted with Such a Curse? - Chapter 5

I asked again in the most natural voice I could manage.

“Was the content of the curse written there? How to break it?”

“Breaking it… ahem, there was no way to break it, but there was a way to temporarily relieve the symptoms.”

Having said that, Celesto’s lower abdomen started to redden again. His manhood, which hadn’t subsided at all even after moving away from me, twitched blatantly.

“It said I need to relieve the lust… together with someone.”

“…What?”

I must have misheard something.

But as if to confirm it wasn’t a mistake, Celesto continued his explanation.

“A curse that won’t relieve the heat… the arousal unless you share pleasure with someone else, it said.”

Celesto squeezed his eyes shut.

“…That’s what was written.”

“…”

I alternated my gaze between Celesto’s flushed red face and the curse mark glowing red on his lower abdomen.

If you think about the fact that the entity who cast such a powerful curse was a cleric, it all made sense. The ones who dispel curses would know best about curses, after all.

But there was something I absolutely couldn’t understand.

Why on earth was such a curse placed in the basement of a chapel…?

Celesto’s manhood was still standing e***t. Putting together the information he’d given me about the curse, there was only one conclusion.

So… he’s in heat right now, is that it?

For the sake of my friend’s dignity, I tried to focus on the curse rather than his symptoms.

“You need a partner? It won’t work alone?”

“Alone? What… haa.”

Celesto started to speak but then grimaced.

“You can relieve s****l desire on your own, right? Ah, but since relief isn’t possible alone, that’s why it’s the Lust Curse, not just s****l desire?”

“…Probably.”

Celesto replied with an answer that lacked even a trace of enthusiasm.

Ignoring his attitude, I started jotting down everything I’d learned so far in the notebook I always carry.

The Lust Curse… For such an ominous mark, the content was surprisingly mild.

Except for the fact that it can’t be relieved through m**********n and that it requires a situation of ‘sharing’ pleasure with someone, the symptoms themselves weren’t that complicated.

Of course, the premise that the other person also has to feel good might be a bit burdensome, but…

Considering Celesto’s personality, it probably wouldn’t be too difficult for him.

That guy probably thinks, ‘It’s only natural that the other person feels as good as I do. Especially since it’s an act to break my curse,’ and would serve them with all his heart and sincerity.

Actually, doesn’t he not even need relief in the first place? A guy like Celesto—a handsome man from a prestigious family—would have no problem living even with a curse like this. He’d probably find a partner easily enough…

Wait a minute.

Suddenly, something clicked inside me.

“…You have to share pleasure with another person?”

I lifted my eyes from my notebook and looked back at Celesto.

“…But you’re a Holy Knight.”

And not just any Holy Knight, but one belonging to the Temple Knights, an order from which members are immediately dismissed upon losing their virginity.

Celesto looked at me with a sour expression. It was a look that seemed to ask, You just realized that?

But that was only for a moment. Soon, Celesto brought up his business in the most polite and gentle tone I’d ever heard from him.

“So please, help me out, Roarna.”

Help you? With what?

I looked up at him with eyes that showed I didn’t understand. In the process, my eyes met his increasingly threatening manhood, but I desperately pretended not to notice.

What could I possibly help with here?

Just as I know Celesto well, he also knows me well.

Breaking a curse wasn’t really in the realm of helping for me. I’m the type of person who would pay money just to observe a unique curse.

So, there’s only one area where he would seek my help.

“Don’t tell me… you’re not asking me to engage in some kind of psudo-s****l act with you right now, are you?”

As if hearing the term for the first time in his life, Celesto’s face went from white to red and back again.

“Pseu… yes, that!”

“Why would I?”

“You know. You’re the only person I can ask for something like this. And…”

Celesto hesitated for a moment before continuing.

“…You’ve done this kind of thing before. With my brother.”

“How do you even know that!”

I ended up letting out a shriek without meaning to.

I never thought that something I believed had been buried in the darkness since Leocel Castanor’s death would resurface from the mouth of his younger brother, of all people.

Celesto pretended not to notice my reaction and forced out an awkward smile, the likes of which I’d never seen from him before. Then, he pleaded with me once more, putting more force into his words.

“Please. Help me out, Roarna.”

“…Just put your clothes on first.”

At my words, Celesto shoved his manhood back into his pants.

The sight of his manhood, which had been standing so straight it could poke a navel, being forcibly stuffed under the stiff fabric of his pants honestly looked a bit painful.

After he finished getting dressed, I rang the bell to summon the maid.

Yes, when researching a curse never before reported in academic circles, unexpected things are bound to happen.

I just never thought it would involve milking my friend’s s***n.