Chapter 6
Perhaps because their employer specialized in forbidden studies, the servants of the townhouse were all quick-witted. They instinctively avoided any situation where sparks seemed about to fly.
Once they sensed that the atmosphere between Celesto and me was unusual, they promptly cleared out the second floor.
But no one could possibly know what we’re about to do…
Thinking that, I led Celesto to the guest bedroom. No matter what, I did not want to do it on my own bed.
We sat side by side on the bed. An unbearably awkward tension filled the room.
It was already awkward enough seeing each other after so long, and now we had to do this on top of that…
“The mark… let me see it. Take your pants down.”
At my words, Celesto awkwardly lowered his trousers. Was it just my imagination? It seemed like the organ springing free from his pants was larger than before.
Lowering them just enough to expose himself, Celesto sat back down beside me.
After taking a deep breath, I carefully reached out and grasped his shaft with my hand. His firm abdominal muscles twitched sharply.
“Y-you, what are you—”
“Sooner or later, I’ll have to touch it anyway.”
“That’s… haah.”
Celesto covered his eyes with his palm. He agreed with what I said, but that did not make it any easier for him to endure.
I tightened my grip on him slightly.
“Mm.”
A low groan slipped from Celesto’s lips.
I pretended not to hear it. Then, as I had originally intended, I pressed lightly along the shaft. It was to make the mark stand out more clearly.
The mark was glowing even brighter than before—so distinctly that it could not be dismissed as my imagination.
When I tilted my head at the phenomenon, Celesto forced his mouth open. A voice like iron scraping against bars leaked out between his dry lips.
“…The harder it is to endure, the brighter it shines.”
“……”
Without realizing it, I swallowed.
That means it’s hard for him to endure right now.
At that thought, my mind grew complicated.
Of course, it was only natural that, while afflicted with a curse of lust, having a woman touch his p***s would make it harder to endure… but for some reason, my throat felt a little dry.
This time, I changed the subject.
“How long has it been since you were cursed?”
“About… a month.”
“Have you been like this the whole time? If you relieve yourself alone, is it the same? Or does it get a little better?”
“……”
Creak.
At my question, Celesto ground his teeth. At the same time, his face, ears, neck—even his shoulders—turned bright red.
After a long silence like that, he finally forced out an answer.
“…I don’t know.”
“What?”
“I’ve never… done it alone… so I don’t know.”
“……”
Wow, this bastard was even crazier than I thought. I swallowed the words that rose to the tip of my tongue.
I had known that Celesto had no s****l experience. The fact that he still belonged to the Temple Order even after being cursed meant his vow of chastity remained intact.
But… I had never imagined he hadn’t even tried m**********g.
Of course, he had never possessed an ounce of flexibility since childhood, so perhaps he really had lived exactly as the scriptures said, keeping his desires at bay. Still… was that even possible?
I had wondered why he had been reacting so strangely sensitively since earlier. Was it because this kind of contact was entirely new to him?
Once I realized that, the act felt far more burdensome. I had only been trying to find a loophole in the curse, and now I had discovered that my friend was someone who had never once m*********d even at this age…
“S-So… you haven’t even checked whether relieving yourself alone improves the symptoms or not?”
“…?”
Then there was only one way to find out. Thinking that, I stroked upward along him.
He was so thick that I could not wrap my hand fully around him with just one hand. Still, it must have been enough, because opaque fluid spilled from the split at the tip of the glans.
“W-wait.”
Celesto urgently grabbed my wrist.
“Hold on, Roarna. Just a moment… I can’t endure it.”
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