Why Would a Holy Knight Be Afflicted with Such a Curse? - Side Story Part V

“Aaah….”

In the heat blooming from his glans scraping down my inner walls, the heat rapidly transformed into a familiar form of shock.

My vision flashed white, and an intense tremor surged from deep within my lower abdomen. That vibration shot up my spine, thrillingly spreading all the way to the tips of my hair.

My vaginal walls convulsed wildly, releasing fluid.

“Eugh…..!”

At the sudden tightness, Celesto gasped roughly.

He too was probably at his limit now.

As if to prove it, his large hands firmly braced my pelvis. Holding me in place, Celesto thrust his hips a few more times.

Then he stiffened deep inside me. A sticky heat, like lava, poured over my uterine wall.

“Haah, haah…”

I caught my breath, receiving his s***n. My entire body trembled from the lingering climax and the powerful e*********n.

I didn’t even have the energy left to avoid the sunlight pouring through the glass.

I realized only now that the weather was quite nice. The sunlight, filtering through the window, was caressing not only the flower pot but also my cheeks.

Against that warm spring weather backdrop, Celesto attempted to assassinate the flower pot once again.

*Snap.*

I caught Celesto’s wrist as it headed for the flower pot. And before he could voice his complaint, I brought his hand to my chest.

“…”

Celesto’s hand twitched slightly. The soft flesh filling his palm shifted with the movement.

At the same time, his manhood, still inside me, swelled fully, filling me deep inside.

“…You really.”

“If you don’t like it, pull out now.”

“Who said I don’t like it?”

As if he had never been about to nag, Celesto’s face immediately turned stern at the suggestion to stop.

He even began gently moving his hips, as if not giving me a chance to change my mind.

I adjusted my position.

And before the heat could consume me again, I stole a glance at the black hellebore petals, with their textbook-perfect appearance.

I need to plant that quickly if I want my body to survive…

Unaware of my feelings, the flower petals merely glowed with an ominous brilliance at its peak.

***

After I started living with Celesto, my black hellebore cultivation shifted from a hobby to a practical endeavor.

Because I had gained a specific target I wanted to bestow concrete misfortune upon.

That target was the eldest son of Count Castenor…

What was his name again?

Midway through adding fertilizer made from crushed poisonous insects, I paused, lost in thought.

Come to think of it, I couldn’t remember the names of Celesto’s brothers, aside from Leocel.

Aside from the fact that they had annoyed me my entire life, there were no decent memories of them.

At least the younger ones were young. But the eldest one treated me as if I were some kind of witch.

‘Well, since I do pretty much everything witches do, he’s not exactly wrong.’

Anyway, the fact that that bastard is uniquely unpleasant among Celesto’s family remains unchanged.

Celesto’s family, who had been consistently uncomfortable with him since his defrocking, were absolutely delighted when they heard he had proposed to me.

Because finally, a major flaw had appeared in Celesto Castenor.

The Castenor family was traditionally a deeply religious house. I knew well how they would view a taboo scholar like me.

And likewise, a son who had left the order to propose to such a taboo scholar.

The fact that I had been disowned by the Balseren earldom was an added bonus.

As a result, Celesto had yet to achieve his goal. Because Count Castenor had informed him that if he was going to marry me, he should leave the family.

The person most excited about this situation was, of course, Celesto’s brother whose name I couldn’t even remember.

He wanted to use this opportunity to completely expel Celesto from the Castenor family.

To prevent his grown younger brother from threatening his position as heir.

‘Honestly, from my perspective, the moment a Holy Knight from the Temple Knights defrocked, he was already done for.’

But the fact that Celesto wasn’t particularly interested in the countship didn’t matter to that man.

True to his nature as the one who, during a time when his position as heir wasn’t secure, had gotten rid of Celesto along with Leocel to a monastery—he acted like an utter small-minded bastard.

‘He probably never expected Celesto to turn out like this.’