Why Would a Holy Knight Be Afflicted with Such a Curse? - Chapter 67

But Celesto chose to hide everything that could reveal his identity and board the carriage instead.

Right now, he was at his limit just from suppressing the heat in his lower body and swallowing the moans that threatened to escape.

‘…Did it reach her properly?’

Only then did Celesto remember the emergency butterfly he had sent earlier.

The place where he was supposed to meet Roarna was the public carriage stop in the nearest city to the village.

He didn’t yet know whether she had received the message or whether she would be able to come see him. But there was nothing he could do other than summon her like this, unilaterally.

Celesto closed his eyes.

In his estimation, the time he could maintain his reason was at most until the next stop.

If a situation arose where he had to endure beyond that… he didn’t know what would happen. He had never endured an impulse this strong for so long.

To begin with, this was the first time his body had ever become this heated. It was even harder to bear than when he was first cursed.

If he had to guess why the curse’s symptoms had become so difficult to endure now, he honestly had an idea.

Because when he was first cursed, he didn’t know how to feel pleasure, nor what it felt like to desire someone.

But now, he knew it all too well.

There was even a reason why it could get worse.

In fact, Celesto had already built up a great deal of desire. Because he had been deliberately avoiding meeting Roarna for the past few days.

He knew it was a foolish thing to do. He was now more vulnerable to lust than when he was first cursed. Naturally, he felt the curse’s symptoms more strongly.

But if he did ‘that’ with Roarna in his current state, he didn’t know what words might come out of his mouth.

So he needed to put some distance between them, even if just for a while.

‘And because of that, I end up meeting her in an even worse state. That was stupid, Celesto Castanor.’

Celesto struggled to catch his breath.

‘…It’s come to a point where I really need to find a “new method.”‘

He remembered something Roarna had said once.

That they couldn’t always relieve the curse’s symptoms by rubbing their g******s together, so they should find another method that fit the conditions.

He would probably have to do that this time. Because there was no way he could make it to a proper place like a bedroom in this state.

But if Roarna didn’t receive his summons in time.

The jaw exposed beneath the hood tensed.

‘If you do not share pleasure with another, I do not know how long you will endure this unrelenting heat. Was that what it said?’

Celesto recalled the words inscribed on the stele.

What would happen if he couldn’t endure these symptoms?

Would he go mad with this maddening lust and assault someone else?

Thinking that far, Celesto let out a dry laugh.

‘Even while having thoughts like this, the first thing that comes to mind is that I don’t want anyone but Roarna. Am I really going crazy?’

Celesto gripped his thigh out of habit.

*Squeeze.*

His trained thigh muscle contorted.

‘…No. Losing my mind to the Lust Curse, and thinking that if I can’t hold out, I want it to be with Roarna—’

A grinding sound came from his clenched jaw.

‘I should have just not thought about anything from the very beginning.’

The day he first went to find Roarna.

He should have felt nothing when he saw Roarna, languid with pleasure.

But right after they had reached climax together, rubbing their g******s, a thought Celesto had never entertained in his life crossed his mind.

So this is the face she makes.

Unlike when she was delighted by a field of study he neither knew nor could empathize with—this is how pretty she looks when given a pleasure he can provide.

The moment he thought that, his manhood, which he had just e********d from, stiffened again.

Even though the curse mark hadn’t reacted.

At the time, he tried to turn his thoughts away, blaming it on the curse, but he suspected he knew the truth.

He was just purely aroused.

Seeing a woman who only ever took an interest in strange things completely melt into the pleasure they shared—it turned him on.

That’s why his d**k got hard.

Once he admitted those feelings, it became difficult to ‘alleviate’ the curse’s symptoms with Roarna.

Because the fact that the only reason he could do this with a woman who never engaged in that kind of thing with friends was the curse made him miserable.

He was also afraid. Afraid that he might say something presumptuous while drunk on pleasure.