Why Would a Holy Knight Be Afflicted with Such a Curse? - Chapter 54

With both hands that had been propping up my upper body, I grabbed Celesto’s wrists.

His wrists and forearms were so thick that my two hands could barely encircle half of them.

But once Roarna Balseren takes action, there’s almost nothing that can stop her.

“Wait…!”

Realizing the situation, Celesto hurriedly met my eyes.

But I was faster.

I grabbed Celesto’s arm with all my strength and pushed my body forward.

Rather than pulling the wrist of a man who could crumple steel, it was faster to lift my lower body.

My hips rose, and my opening widened. The middle finger that had been teasing my entrance was suddenly thrust all the way inside.

The thick knuckle plunged deep inside in one go. At that sensation, a nasal sound reflexively escaped me.

“Heueung…!”

As my tightly closed entrance spread open, unfamiliar heat touched my insides. A foreign sensation so sweet I had missed it.

My vaginal walls convulsed reflexively. Every time they chewed on his finger, its thickness and solid texture transmitted through my spine.

It was a volume that couldn’t possibly be just a finger.

Just as my body was rejoicing at the penetration after so long, Celesto let out a strained, squeezing voice.

“…It’s tight.”

His finger, which had been stiff and rigid until now, twitched and moved.

My lower abdomen tensed involuntarily. At the pressure that felt like something pressing deep inside, a strange heat surged up.

But there was no way a Holy Knight who didn’t even know his own body, let alone a woman’s, would notice that.

“You’re forcing your finger into some place it shouldn’t go… It’s too tight.”

“Heut, ha-euk… ah-eung!”

As if trying to spread the gap inside, Celesto bent his finger this way and that.

At that movement, I whimpered as if in pain. A form of pleasure I hadn’t felt in a long time shot up my spine and pierced through to the top of my head.

Suddenly, Celesto’s arm went rigid. It seemed he had finally realized the situation.

Looking up at Celesto’s face through blurry eyes, I saw a mixture of bewilderment at the unfamiliar experience and suppressed heat on his hardened features.

“Just… do it as you are.”

I tried to speak as calmly as possible, but it was useless. My voice was already trembling uncontrollably.

Again, Celesto didn’t follow my words literally.

His thick finger probed the entrance, melted and damp with heat. The mucous membrane and his finger rubbed against each other, making a moist sound.

“…It’s this tight?”

There was hesitation in Celesto’s voice as he spoke. Honestly, it was a bit excessive.

But I couldn’t just feel frustrated by his concern.

“Is that… a compliment?”

I said, unable to hide my embarrassment. Celesto looked at me as if I were ridiculous.

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

“No? The way you were talking, like a male lead dealing with a virgin… I thought it was a compliment.”

“…”

Celesto’s eyes darted frantically between my eyes and my lower belly.

“…Are you really sure I can move like this?”

“Eung, it’s not like I’m made of glass…”

At my not-so-gentle urging, Celesto sighed. Then, with a reluctant air, he put strength into his fingertip.

Carefully, one knuckle parted the inside and entered. Whenever the rigid foreign object brushed against my internal mucous membrane, my spine tingled. I gripped his shoulder tightly and let out a held breath.

“It’s this tight… and you’re telling me men’s c***s go in here?”

“Heueu, eung…”

“…No matter how I think about it, it feels like it would tear before it all goes in.”

Celesto muttered lowly. His voice was oddly hazy.

Drunk on this familiar yet unfamiliar penetration, I clutched Celesto’s collar.

“Ah, that… might be because it’s been a while.”

I didn’t think of myself as particularly picky about men. Especially when it came to personality and character, I practically ignored them.

But in that case, a few practical conditions had to be met.

I had to weed out guys who would try to marry into the Balseren earldom by catching me, and also filter out those who would get overly confident from the fact that they’d slept with a scholar who had no interest outside of taboo studies…

So during times when I didn’t have the leeway to assess people, I simply didn’t create such opportunities.

And for the past few years, I’d been too busy with research to even think about it.