Why Would a Holy Knight Be Afflicted with Such a Curse? - Chapter 56

“Just now, that was…”

“Don’t stop.”

I buried my face in his broad shoulder, gasping for breath.

“There… I like it. Do it more…”

My voice trembled miserably.

I realized Celesto was scrutinizing my face. That my face, reflected in his green eyes, was as red as an apple.

But this wasn’t the time to feel shame.

I instinctively tightened my lower abdomen. Feeling the texture of his finger pressing precisely on my weak spot, a ticklish pleasure transmitted through me.

Along with the thrilling sense of crisis, as if my weak spot had been captured, an electric sensation began to heat me from the inside.

It was a stimulation I hadn’t felt in a long time. The sensation of my lower abdomen tensing on its own, and some unknown place itching.

“…”

At that moment, the finger moved again.

“Ah-eung, ah… ah-eu. Eung…!”

A cry like a cat in heat burst out.

Celesto moved much more boldly than before. As if he had gained confidence from my reactions, his hesitation completely disappeared.

His fingertip rubbed my vaginal wall with a deep, lingering motion. At the same time as an exclamation-like moan escaped my lips, my back arched uncontrollably.

Perhaps because of his heavy calluses, Celesto’s fingers had a texture like rough wood.

Whenever that uneven surface rubbed against the area where my nerves clustered, I felt a pleasure as if the glans was scratching that spot.

“Heueuk, it feels… good…”

“…It looks like it.”

Celesto whispered in a voice thick with a metallic, beast-like tone.

Celesto pulled his finger out in one go. As each knuckle slid out, each long, thick segment relentlessly scraped against my inner wall as if raking it.

I screamed and grabbed at Celesto’s neck and the back of his head. His blond hair tangled messily in my hands.

Celesto’s finger work quickly became skilled. Even without any specific instruction, he was soon using his wrist to thrust up inside me.

“Finger… fingering…”

I said, in a voice that sounded like I was about to cry.

“Just like that, your fingers… bend them a little… hngh, scratch the upper part…”

“…How exactly?”

“Like… like you’re beckoning someone to come here… ah-eung! Ah, just like that… yes, right there, scratch right there… ah, ah-at, ngh…”

Fingers curved like hooks scraped against the tender flesh inside. At the stimulation—which stabbed directly at her erogenous zone—arousal fluids burst forth.

The narrow passage thrashed with pleasure.

Even though she was dripping wet, she felt a constant, pressing urge to urinate. That was how intense the sensation was.

At my reaction, Celesto let out a short, scoffing laugh. It was the kind of reaction that suggested he found the situation absurd.

“You really are something, Roarna.”

“Hng, ah-eung… aaht, ngh, hng…”

“To think of teaching me something like this in a situation like this.”

Having snarked as much as he cared to, Celesto began to move his wrist rapidly.

My thighs trembled uncontrollably. Every time his fingers pressed against the vaginal wall behind the c******s, my vision flashed and my mind went white.

As if he had already figured out exactly which spot I liked, his fingers stirred inside me without a moment’s hesitation.

“Haa……”

Celesto’s sigh trickled down my spine. Perhaps my heat had infected him as well, for his breath was thick with a sweltering dampness.

I rolled my eyes while clinging to his neck.

Celesto’s hand was already a mess. Not just the middle finger digging into the vaginal opening, but his knuckles and wrist were drenched in arousal fluids, making a squelching, wet sound with every movement.

It wasn’t hard to imagine what he was feeling right now. It must feel as though the hot, sodden interior was sucking his fingers in.

‘You probably have a good idea of what it’ll feel like when you put it in now.’

I looked down at his g***n.

In this position, held tightly against each other, I couldn’t see the brand etched at the base of his member. However, the intensity of the curse and the vividness of the brand were proportional to the desire Celesto felt. As if to prove it, a dark red light was scattering over his lower abdomen.

I forced my trembling body to steady itself and opened my mouth.

“Your pants. Take off your pants.”

Of course, it didn’t carry much weight. I tried my best to speak clearly, but what came out was a voice that was completely shot.

Even so, Celesto managed to understand me. With his free hand, he hurriedly began to undo his trousers and pulled them down.