Don't Be Holy! - Chapter 1
Romance Guide
- Setting/Genre: Romance Fantasy, Western Style, Romantic Comedy
- Story Keywords: Western Style, Romantic Comedy, Physical > Emotional, Possessiveness/Jealousy, Scheming Male Lead, Obsessive Male Lead, V****n Male Lead, Indifferent Male Lead, Arrogant Male Lead, Polite Male Lead, Energetic Male Lead, Cold Male Lead, Capable Female Lead, Gentle Female Lead, Innocent Female Lead, Quirky Female Lead, Story-Focused, Misunderstanding
- Male Lead:
Rubel Shinote – A man so pure that he can’t even get an e******n, with no interest in s****l desires. A devoted holy knight of the Divine Empire who fights to defeat any evil trying to taint the sacred land of the Holy Temple. He looks like he’s lived a life full of nothing but light, having followed the elite path with no history or troubles. A fool of a woman keeps getting under his skin, even though he follows his orders as if he were a dog barking. - Female Lead:
Eir – A woman with a unique ability: when she blesses someone with her divine power, they experience o****m. After fleeing the temple, she’s been living in hiding with the help of the witch Hecate, forgotten by everyone. But after three years of running, she meets Rubel, and everything starts to go awry. She gives off a naive impression, making her an easy target for perverts. - When to Read:
When you want to enjoy a lighthearted story about the only woman who can make a man, too holy to stand up, rise. A tale of being both shield and spear for him.
Relatable Quote:
“Don’t worry unnecessarily. After all, it won’t stand, so there’s nothing to stab.”
A room without a lit candle.
“Ugh!”
A sliver of light seeped through the half-open door, revealing a woman pinned down on a dark bed, her arm twisted awkwardly.
Her dress had slipped, exposing her pale shoulders and shoulder blades. The man straddling her held her wrists down while roughly tugging at her clothes, tearing at them as though searching every corner of her body.
“Where is it? Where is it?”
His impatient voice pressed her for answers, frustration dripping from every word. Judging by his actions, he seemed to believe that her dress, with one strong pull downward, would peel away like a snake’s skin.
Eir clutched at her slipping garment desperately, crying out in a trembling voice.
“Please stop! I told you, there’s nothing there!”
The man’s hand slid up her nape, brushing her skin from the base of her neck upward. Though the touch was cold and devoid of emotion, it sent shivers down her spine.
“Don’t deny it. I clearly saw the mark glowing on your neck.”
He snapped, flipping her over with a sharp grip on her shoulder.
Her head whipped around, her upper body following the motion. Her golden-brown hair, shimmering faintly in the dim light, seemed to shift between bluish shadows and golden hues like afternoon sunlight.
Her ample chest was partially obscured by her arm, pressed tightly against it, while her disheveled dress barely concealed what lay beneath.
The faint outline of her skin, teased by the precarious fabric, was provocative enough to stoke desire in most men. But this man paid no attention to such allure. Instead, he grabbed her chin, tilting her face to inspect her neck closely.
“I’ve never heard of a mark that moves.”
He muttered, his hand tracing her jawline before descending to her collarbone. His breath tickled her clavicle, sending a tingling sensation up from her core.
Eir’s voice trembled as she tried to resist.
“How many times do I have to tell you? You’re mistaken! What you’re doing right now is a grave offense—”
Before she could finish, the man yanked at the edge of her dress again, pulling it down. Her tightly wrapped chest spilled free, prompting her to scream and scramble upward.
“T-this is assault! How can someone who wields divine power behave like this?”
But the man, his face cold and unyielding, grabbed her ankle as she tried to retreat toward the head of the bed.
“Assault? Have I exposed myself? What exactly have I done?”
“You’ve exposed me!”
Eir shrieked, her face flushing bright red. The man continued in a calm, almost bureaucratic tone, as if carrying out official business.
“This is an interrogation. Intercourse is a mutual act, requiring both parties to disrobe. I’m merely undressing you. I have no intention of engaging in any s****l activity with you.”
With a firm tug on her ankle, he pulled her down, spreading her legs wide.
Her skirt rode up, revealing her pale thighs. Between her legs, his solid knee pressed against the delicate area covered only by her thin undergarments. The strange sensation left her breathless, unable to even scream.
The man pinned her shoulders down, forcing her legs apart as he trapped her beneath him. Their bodies, separated by mere layers of fabric, pressed together intimately.
“Are you really so worried I might ravish you?”
The heat radiating from their skin made her tremble, her heart pounding furiously.
Every position and movement felt threatening, though the man himself remained composed. His clothes were untouched, his voice as cold as when he had first asked, ‘Are you awake yet?’
And most unsettling of all…….
“Don’t worry about it for no reason.”
Suddenly, his breath brushing her nape as he leaned in close, as though about to kiss her. Eir clenched her eyes shut, holding her breath, only to feel his face hover over hers, inspecting every inch—from her forehead to her eyes, nose, and lips. Then, with a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth, he spoke.
“It’s not like I’m even aroused. There’s nothing to ‘ravish.’”
True to his words, there was no sign of arousal from the body pressed against hers.
Eir blinked, momentarily stunned. The sweltering tension that had engulfed her felt as though it had been doused with icy water.
“I-I mean…….”
Before she could continue, the man abruptly grabbed her arm, lifting it to inspect her underarm.
“Kya-ah! That’s not the problem!”
Eir’s voice scattered into the void, failing to reach the man’s ears entirely.
Instead, his impatient hands only grew more insistent, persistently navigating toward the intricate curves of her body.
