Chapter 72
Celesto clasped Roarna’s hands over his manhood. Then he thrust violently.
His body, already at its limit, moved fiercely regardless of his will. The mark glowed red, staining Roarna’s hands.
Breath rose to his chin. Then, with a short cry, he poured everything he had into her white hands.
“Haah… ah… keuh…”
Hot liquid gurgled and splattered here and there.
Celesto thrust his hips up several more times, wringing out every last drop remaining inside him.
A fishy heat mixed into the alley air.
Unable to withstand the aftermath of his release, Celesto collapsed onto Roarna’s shoulder. With every ragged breath he took, sweat droplets fell onto her chest.
And slowly, he lifted his head.
As the heavy weight pressing down on her lifted, Roarna also looked up at him.
His green eyes silently gazed at her face.
Those unfocused eyes were not filled with the characteristic emptiness of someone who had just poured out pleasure, but with a strange yearning.
As if possessed by something.
His hard, large hand cupped Roarna’s cheek. His calloused fingers traced up her chin and slowly rubbed her lower lip.
Roarna’s shoulders trembled slightly. The touch of his rough skin against her sensitively heated mucous membrane seemed to be stimulating.
“Ha…”
Celesto moaned low.
He slowly closed the distance.
Soon, their lips met again.
Unlike before, Celesto didn’t greedily devour her lips. Instead, he bit and tugged at her flesh persistently and carefully, as if trying to engrave each sensation into his soul.
Haah.
Between their pressed lips, Roarna exhaled a sigh.
As if to refill it, Celesto breathed his hot breath into Roarna’s mouth. Heat pushed into Roarna’s lungs.
His thick tongue swept every corner of Roarna’s mouth. Then, its pointed tip nudged Roarna’s tongue, and soon, the two pieces of flesh slowly intertwined.
Celesto’s hand gently pulled her rounded head closer. His glistening lips stole Roarna’s breath, one exhale at a time.
Soon, the long kiss ended.
“…”
Roarna slowly opened her eyes.
Feeling the residual heat of s***n trickling down her hand and Celesto’s breath filling her mouth, her small lips moved.
“…Why?”
His eyes silently gazed at Roarna’s throat, which trembled slightly.
“Why… do you kiss me like that?”
“…”
“Kissing… doesn’t help cure the curse’s symptoms at all, does it?”
A warning sounded somewhere in Celesto’s mind.
He must not answer.
Even though he knew that every word he had forcibly swallowed would be an answer to this question, he must not let anything out.
‘Roarna doesn’t have s*x with friends.’
He recalled once again the words that had tormented him for the past few days.
He had watched Roarna his entire life. He didn’t know exactly what kind of men she had taken as lovers or what kind of relationships she had had, but he had heard vaguely.
So Celesto understood precisely the meaning of Roarna’s words.
It didn’t mean she couldn’t do lewd things with friends.
Wasn’t Leocel, and he himself, doing something like simulated intercourse with Roarna under the name of friendship?
But she had made a choice because she had learned that she couldn’t remain friends with someone after having ‘real s*x’ with them.
Rather than turning her few friends into ambiguous relationships, she simply wouldn’t have s*x with men she intended to keep as friends.
‘…Shut up. Don’t say anything, Celesto.’
He repeated to himself.
He had already acted suspiciously enough. Anyone else, maybe not, but Roarna, who had watched him all her life, would have long since noticed that Celesto Castañor was acting strange.
It’s just… because she’s oblivious. Because she lacks the interest to notice the true nature of the ulterior motive he harbors.
That’s why he could do this under the name of friendship.
Because this is the distance permitted by ‘friendship.’
Celesto took a deep, slow breath.
Then, in a tone no different from usual, he answered.
“I just… felt good.”
Fortunately, his voice didn’t tremble. Since it wasn’t a lie, there was nothing to be defensive about.
But his chest kept tightening.
Was it noticeable that he was having such thoughts? Roarna looked at him with a strange expression.
“…Did you enjoy kissing?”
“…”
Celesto let out a low sigh.
Right. You’re not the type to notice subtle feelings and think something’s strange.
The question itself was strange to begin with. Kissing, m**********g, even sharing pleasure—she was his first for all of it.
Roarna seemed to realize that as well and gave an awkward smile.
“Ah, sorry. That was a stupid question.”
“As long as you know.”
“Uh, um… come to think of it, why did you take the public carriage? Did you go somewhere?”
Roarna blatantly started changing the subject. But Celesto didn’t call her out on it.
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