Event Side Story - Chapter 5
His paradoxical attitude, which becos more at ease when he crosses the line rather than trying to stay within it, is irritating.
I couldn’t just let myself be the only one suffering, and I couldn’t hold back my impulse.
As I approached him, our legs crossed and tangled. I intentionally pressed my body tightly against his. My thigh fit perfectly between his legs without any gaps.
His gaze wavered with confusion. His Adam’s apple rose and fell as if he were swallowing sothing. His reaction was honest.
I gently caressed his shoulder while subtly pressing down below.
“If you're going to do it, do it properly..."
My words were taken by him.
His lips, which had been tempting for a while, devoured mine. Before he could seduce to eat him, he couldn't hold back his own hunger and pounced on .
The hand supporting the back of my head was respectful yet firm. It mimicked a gentleman's touch, but the intent was unwholeso. It was to fix in place so I would fully accept the kisses he was pouring on .
He pressed his body into mine. Through the thigh I had slipped between his legs, I could feel his strong leg muscles, and the rough rising and falling of his chest conveyed the excitent of his ribcage. And in the center, it felt as if the heat was being squashed.
I embraced his neck with both arms, as if welcoming the sensation.
Through the perfectly matched lips, a warm and soft sensation deeply invaded.
His tongue, which usually only spoke refined words, now desperately and recklessly traced my teeth and stirred my gums. Not satisfied with that, he bound my tongue and pulled it toward his, begging to love him just as he loved .
It beca an unbearable feeling. I slipped the hand that had been clinging to him down to his neck.
I opened his neatly fastened collar and slid down. His upper body, tightly trapped in black attire, was revealed, defying chastity. Of course, there was also a leather belt crossing his taut chest.
The breaths we exchanged near each other’s noses beca sticky and rough.
My right hand began to slowly trace his chest and upper body. Downward, further downward.
“Ha... Stop.”
My wrist was grabbed and held back.
But the trembling look in his eyes was betraying.
There was a perfect justification to rationalize the situation. For him, and for .
“Where do you plan to go like this?”
I couldn’t let my husband roam around in such a dangerous state. After all, this was his harem.
In the end, the warmth below him overwheld him. The strength gripping my wrist lted away, and he allowed .
While the heat below began to cool, his face tightened in discomfort, his lips pressed together as his expression crumpled. Even this loss of composure was irresistibly attractive.
His large hand, clenched with great force, trembled, unable to reach . As if touching would cross another line.
He pressed against the walls of my face with his forearm and held on. In the disarrayed posture, a long sigh escaped his neck, repeating like a moan.
✠
The demon rabbit doll, who had been eyeing our disheveled clothes, flashed a smile.
Tesilid turned around shyly and fixed his clothes. His hands fumbled a few tis, as though they were slipping.
“Shut up.”
Tesilid, now properly dressed, turned back toward . He appeared mostly fine, but the tips of his ears, visible through his silver hair, were flushed.
“Are you okay?”
“...Better than before.”
I had experinted inside, and it seed the Pure Fla debuff couldn’t be healed by my divine power.
It looked like, just like before, it would subside if I released it little by little.
Tesilid covered his mouth and spoke.
“Let’s finish this mission quickly before I lose control again.”
We moved according to the arrow signs.
The next location was a small bedroom. Around the prominent black bed, stained glass windows, a silver candelabra dimly lit, and bowls containing holy oil were arranged as props to match the religious the of the room.
“I’ll draw again.”
“It was 5 coins earlier, though?”
While I rummaged through my inventory to control my anger, Tesilid called out to , “Hey, wait.”
“What are you going to do if a more obscene mission cos up? Wouldn't this one be better?”
“If you see the content, you won't say that.”
I showed him the card, which contained instructions to treat him roughly and violently.
“...”
Unlike , Tesilid, who read the mission carefully to the end, had a frozen expression.
The only movent in his handso face was the violently shaking of his eyes.
He took a deep breath, causing his chest to rise, and then spoke.
“Wait, give ... ti to prepare my heart...”
“Even if you don't ask.”
As long as I am here, my husband's life genre doesn’t include destruction, restraint, or imprisonnt.
Anyway, I used the demon’s gold to draw again. And I called upon my god once more.
To grant us the debuff that suited our situation.
‘Goddess of the Eye of Delusion!’
[ Notification: You have drawn an all-age mission!]
Hold hands tightly and pray.
[‘The Language of the World’ looks disappointed.]
I chased away the demon rabbit doll, who was trying to force a re-draw. Thankfully, Tesilid and I were now alone on the bed, but it was an all-age mission anyway.
“Terry, give your hand.”
“Okay.”
“May the god drive the impure energy from your body and restore your health...”
As it was a simple mission, it was done quickly, and the stamp was imdiately placed on the tour card.
“Is this... really it?”
“It seems so. Terry, how’s your body?”
I asked, hoping that maybe the Pure Fla debuff had disappeared.
“I’m not sure.”
Tesilid answered with discomfort. It was then.
[ Warning: Your partner’s debuff is transferring to you.]
[ Warning: You have contracted the status ailnt ‘Pure Fla’!]
Huh? What?
The impact on my body ca a beat later.
‘Hah!’
A strange and burning sensation began to tornt . I couldn’t stay still; a strange impulse to grab sothing tightly and hold onto it overtook .
This vague desire gradually began to take shape.
“Ah...”
Tesilid, seeming to realize sothing, let out a small exhale.
His deep, low voice, which usually sounded calm, now seed unbearably stimulating to . My breath and heartbeat were imdiately thrown off.
‘This... is the Pure Fla debuff...!’
Tesilid, did you hold back all this ti?
I felt a surge of respect for his self-restraint.
I tried not to look at Tesilid. I had to avoid the sinful thoughts that kept flooding into my mind.
Unaware of my inner struggle, Tesilid said sothing annoying.
“I’ll take back what I said earlier. I feel so much better now.”
Of course, it was thanks to my sacrifice.
“Let’s go get the sixth stamp. Quickly.”
Except for the hidden mission whose contents were still unknown, only the final mission remained.
If I quickly completed the next mission, which was also all-age, I would be able to endure it. I beca a hopeful optimist and hurried my steps.
✠
Following the arrow signs, we descended a spiral staircase. Torches on the stone walls danced loudly, greeting us.
“Could it be...”
Tesilid squinted. Half of his face was shadowed, revealing his discomfort, yet his handso features emitted a subtle decadence...
‘Get it together, !’
Anyway, since this the park was modeled after the Holy Office, Tesilid seed to have so idea of the destination.
As for , it was an unfamiliar place. The quest log simply listed it as a "Secret Basent."
As they say, seeing is believing, and soon enough, the staircase ended, and a vile room greeted us.
‘Just a single chair? Wait a second, I think I see strange tools behind that curtain...’
As I was busy scanning the environnt...
Clank!Thud!
A thick iron door slamd down behind us, blocking the exit. We were trapped.
“The door doesn’t «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» move at all, kid.”
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