I Just Wanted to Avoid Death - Chapter 55

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“Let… let go… please, let me go.”

Yeshion muttered weakly as he pushed against Eldis’s chest.

Eldis obediently loosened his arms.

“But Yeshion, the divine power won’t stop until all the poison has been expelled from your body.”

“I… I know…”

Yeshion murmured, pulling himself away from Eldis’s embrace and collapsing back onto the bed, panting heavily.

He felt like he had tasted death.

His body felt full, as if something was lodged deep inside him, and his manhood throbbed, as if it was being gripped tightly.

Yet Eldis only watched him calmly, as if none of this was of his doing.

“I… I want to stop… I don’t want this anymore…”

“That’s not an option. There are too many people who would be troubled if you fell ill. Myself included, of course, and your friend would also be concerned. Not to mention the Saintess—she’d be heartbroken.”

Yeshion bit his lip, burying his face into the pillow.

He knew the only way to end this was to climax.

That single thought echoed through his mind.

With trembling hands, he reached under his clothing, wrapping his fingers around his aching member. The moment he touched himself, he felt the sensation of that phantom hand gripping him disappear.

Slowly, painfully, Yeshion began to move his hand.

But the fever had dulled his senses. By now, he should have spilled his seed, but instead, the tension in his body was dissipating. His e******n was softening.

Panicking, Yeshion gripped harder, his frustration building.

Eldis, watching his futile attempts, sighed.

“You’re clumsy. It’s as though you’ve never pleasured yourself before.”

“…..”

“Just gripping it and shaking like that will only cause pain.”

Eldis added, stepping closer to where Yeshion lay. He reached out and gently took hold of Yeshion’s hand.

“Shall I help you?”

Is he crazy?

Yeshion looked up at him in disbelief. Was he serious? He searched Eldis’s face for any sign of a hidden motive but found none.

Whether Yeshion was wiggling his c**k in front of him, panting from his climax, or moaning and cumming, the same impassive, composed expression remained, as if Eldis were simply performing a necessary task and nothing more.

Staring at him for a moment longer, Yeshion nodded, feeling resigned. Eldis, at least, wouldn’t touch him out of any perverse desire. There was no malice in his actions, only duty.

“Understood.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped his arms around Yeshion’s waist, and pulled him into his lap. This time, Yeshion faced away, looking outward rather than meeting Eldis’s gaze.

“Why this way, Archpriest…?”

“I thought it might be less embarrassing for you not to see my face.”

Eldis explained, calmly pulling Yeshion’s clothing up, revealing pale skin. His half-e***t member twitched slightly as the cold air hit it.

Eldis ran his hand down Yeshion’s pale body, his fingers grazing a sensitive n****e. Yeshion bit down on his lip to stifle a groan.

But when Eldis pinched the sensitive bud, a sharp gasp escaped.

“Ah!”

The mix of pain and pleasure made Yeshion arch involuntarily, and in that moment, Eldis’s other hand wrapped firmly around his s***t.

“Ah! No, wait… not with your hand—didn’t you say you’d use divine power?!”

Yeshion’s eyes widened in shock, but his strength was sapped. His grip on Eldis’s arm was feeble, more like a child’s futile attempt to resist.

Eldis smiled slightly as he rubbed his palm over the flushed tip of Yeshion’s manhood.

“Oh, divine power, you say?”

As if on cue, the weight of the divine power returned.

The ethereal force began moving inside Yeshion again, sliding deeper within his body, through his flesh, burrowing into his stomach area, creating pathways where there had been none.

“Hnngh… ah!”

Yeshion’s toes curled involuntarily.

Eldis chuckled softly as Yeshion’s body jerked in his lap, his hips twitching as though trying to escape the relentless stimulation.

His eyelashes fluttered, and with each flick of his hips, the divine power tightened. It acted as if it had something inside it, as if it would drain all the liquid out of him.

The divine power pushed and pressed against his insides, making it feel as though something much larger than a single hand was invading him.

Tightly shut lashes trembled faintly, and each time his back arched, the divine power’s constriction intensified. It moved as if something were lodged inside, determined to draw out every last drop of the fluid within.

It was in one of those moments.

Saliva dribbled from the corner of Yeshion’s open, moaning mouth. Every finger and toe stiffened with tension.

“Ha-euhk, ugh…….”

Letting out a half-crying sound, Yeshion trembled and soon released a cloudy liquid.

Eldis stared quietly at the fluid staining his hand, then extended his tongue to taste it. The tingling sensation on his tongue suggested that some of the poison still remained.

Eldis looked back at Yeshion and spoke.

“I think I need to draw out a little more, Yeshion.”

But no reply came.

Eldis lowered his head to gaze at Yeshion, who was slumped against his chest. Whether from exhaustion or the fever, he had lost consciousness.

“……Well, this is rather troublesome.”

Eldis muttered as he quietly observed Yeshion resting in his arms. Beneath Yeshion’s limp body, the priest’s robes bulged clumsily.

Eldis hesitated for a moment.

For proper treatment, even if Yeshion had collapsed, it would be right to wake him and stir his body further.

However, there was a lingering sense of disappointment. If Yeshion didn’t display similar symptoms again, there wouldn’t be another chance to do something like this.