Chapter 9
Moans that didn’t suit his neat lips spilled out in a stream.
Celesto gritted his teeth, trying to endure the aftermath, but he wasn’t successful. For a while, sounds like an animal’s cries continued from his lips.
Soon, after all the aftershocks had passed. Celesto let go of my wrist. Only then did I fully release his manhood as well.
My now-free hand was a mess. Not just the back of my hand, but even my wrist was thoroughly soaked with his s***n.
Just like between my legs right now.
“…”
I took a deep breath, hidden from Celesto.
While watching Celesto react so sensitively to pleasure, the area between my legs had grown increasingly damp and sticky.
I’m not exactly sure why. The important thing was that I wanted to hide this fact.
I asked about his condition as dryly as possible.
“How are your symptoms?”
The answer didn’t come right away.
Well, that wasn’t too surprising.
A man who didn’t even know how to m********e just came from a woman’s hand, even if she is his childhood friend. In many ways—
The stimulation must have been intense.
There would also be that unique sense of emptiness that comes after pleasure passes.
I was thinking that, wiping my hand, when—
Huh?
Suddenly, my shoulder was pushed, and my vision spun around.
I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them. I was lying on the bed. Apparently, Celesto had pushed me down onto it.
“Wha, what?”
I couldn’t even be surprised, just blinked my eyes.
But an unexpected sight came into view.
“Haah…”
Celesto’s breath fell onto my chest. As he raised himself up, the red light reflected off the moisture, shimmering.
Looking down, I let out a soft gasp.
There it was. Celesto’s manhood was still standing there, threateningly.
Something seems wrong, doesn’t it?
I knew instinctively. The ‘experiment’ from just moments ago had been nothing but a waste of time.
Even though the climax was achieved through someone else’s hand, the pleasure wasn’t shared with another person, so it didn’t help alleviate Celesto’s symptoms.
The problem was… it seemed to have actually accelerated the curse’s activation instead.
The mark on his shaft was glowing with a more eerie light than before. His glans, burning hot, was still dripping with pre-c*m.
No matter how I looked at it… it was clear that instead of relieving the curse’s symptoms, it had actually made the situation worse.
Then, Celesto’s manhood, swollen stiff all the way to the base, twitched violently.
Celesto’s shadow fell over me as I panicked.
“You…”
Celesto slowly approached me. The menacingly glowing mark also kept getting closer. Honestly, it was really overwhelming.
But I couldn’t move an inch. The shadow Celesto cast over me grew deeper and deeper, and I couldn’t react at all until eventually his forehead touched my shoulder.
Then Celesto whispered to me. His voice, tinged with a metallic edge, traveled along my veins up to the nape of my neck.
“You… what makes you feel good?”
“…What kind of question is that?”
I looked up at Celesto.
I couldn’t understand his intention. Weren’t we just confirming what happens when someone climaxes through another person’s hand?
He’s not even complaining about it being ineffective, and suddenly he’s asking what would make *me* feel good.
As if answering that question, Celesto muttered against my shoulder.
“I’ve confirmed that doing it roughly is fine for me… so you just answer what makes you feel good.”
My shoulder twitched involuntarily. His breath, tickling my exposed skin, was too hot.
My head spun. As if I already knew how to process this situation, heat kept transferring from his forehead touching my shoulder.
So, acting like the biggest fool in the world, I ended up giving s*x education to a Holy Knight who had never even m*********d.
“Umm… well, generally, rubbing the c******s feels good?”
“What’s that?”
“It’s… a small bump above the vaginal opening… Ah…!”
My explanation couldn’t continue for long. Because a hand as hot as flames pushed its way between my legs.
Celesto’s hand groped between my thighs. At first his palm, then his index and middle fingers explored various parts of my mound.
“A bump… you said a bump?”
Celesto muttered like a person in a daze. The hand rubbing over my pants was as clumsy as someone who had dropped something on the floor.
Only then did Celesto’s face come into focus for me. His green eyes, usually so clear they seemed to gleam, were hazy and unfocused. His expression was also vacant—no matter how I looked at it, he wasn’t in his right mind.
“Wait, you right now… huu…”
I shrank my shoulders and gasped for breath.
His touch was undeniably clumsy, yet the stimulation was too intense. Whether it was because Celesto’s hands were so big and hot, or because I hadn’t been with a man for too long, I didn’t know.
And then.
“Ah, euung…..!”
A cry burst from between my lips. It was an embarrassingly wanton sound, exactly like a cat in heat might make.
But I couldn’t hold back the sound. It was because the spot his thick fingers were rubbing was precisely my weak point.
“Hueuk, ha. A-eung…..!”
His thick index finger pressed down on my c******s. The pleasure rising from my lower abdomen kept forcing moans out of me.
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