No Such Thing as a Chaste Man! Just Give It Ten Tries! - Chapter 28
While delaying any further decision, it was already too late. The impending climax was near, and even though she knew it was only fluids her body would release, Seo-ah felt a desperate urge to escape. The intensity on his face was nearly unbearable.
Of course, if she had truly wanted to flee, she could have broken free somehow…
“Ahh, ngh! Ah, ahhng…!”
Her hips bucked, her pelvis twisted, and her legs writhed in resistance, but she endured and held on for as long as she could…
“Hngh… ahhh!”
The moment her toes curled tightly, stars burst behind her tightly shut eyes.
Swept away by the wave of climax, the dam burst.
Her waist arched deeply as her chin tilted upward, her body trembling for a fleeting moment.
“Ahh! Ngh! Stop, ahh! Ah!”
But even as she reached her peak, his ministrations didn’t cease. He continued sucking on her clxtoris as if nothing had happened, and his fingers still moved tirelessly inside her.
Slurp, chuup. The sound of his mouth sucking on her wetness resembled the noise of water being drawn through a straw. Squelch, squish. His palm smacked against her drenched folds as his fingers thrust in and out relentlessly, creating slippery, lewd noises.
What sprayed out was a mixture of saliva and her fluids, clear and shiny.
“Your Holiness, ah! Ngh, please, stop…!”
Her overstimulated core had grown unbearably sensitive. The heat that had swelled and overflowed now left every surface seared, her nerves frayed to the point of raw pain.
The overwhelming ecstasy that had electrified her entire body refused to subside.
Her entrance, long out of her control, clamped down around his fingers, continuously oozing clear, slick liquid. She felt as though if this continued, she might expel everything stored beneath her navel, leaving her lower body completely undone.
“Stop, please…!”
Seo-ah hastily pushed herself up, retreating to one corner of the daybed and pressing herself against the headboard.
Even though her strength was depleted, she still had the ability to escape him if she chose to.
Her sudden retreat startled Ephelinus, who remained in the same prone position, still bent over her. His face was tinged with confusion and dismay.
“Ah, Seo-ah… I’m sorry.”
As he straightened up, a ripple of emotion crossed his face. His brows furrowed, and his reddened eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Though his eyes had already been flushed from the overwhelming passion, there was now a clarity returning to their depths.
Tears welled up anew.
“I imagine someone like me is unforgivable…”
“No, no, that’s not it.”
Worried he might shed more of those precious tears, Seo-ah quickly leaned forward to grasp both his hands.
His hands, the very ones that had been inside her only moments ago, were damp.
“Your Holiness, are you planning to… continue here?”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“…N-No…”
Seo-ah mustered her focus to sense their surroundings.
There was no trace of anyone nearby on either balcony. The same went for the upper levels.
Below them was the garden, where it wasn’t uncommon for others to use secluded spots for intimate encounters on a night like this. Still, it seemed deserted at the moment.
But… carrying on here, in a space so public it was practically outdoors, felt inappropriate.
It wasn’t an issue of personal preference—Seo-ah didn’t entirely mind. Her own desire was urgent, her lower body twitching, yearning for something more substantial than his fingers.
She craved the weight and depth of the hardness she had felt earlier, aching for it to thrust deep inside her.
However, Ephelinus was the High Priest of the Holy Kingdom. His esteemed and virtuous reputation preceded him, and even if physical chastity wasn’t a strict requirement of Sol’s teachings, engaging in such an act in a place like this felt entirely out of character.
Rumor had it there were private suites available on the upper levels of the grand hall, but even those weren’t entirely private.
Seo-ah didn’t care much about her own reputation, but Ephelinus’s position as the revered saint of the Holy Kingdom meant every detail of his movements would eventually reach the ears of the government.
I suppose we might have to go back to the main palace after all.
But for now, leaving the balcony was out of the question.
While Ephelinus might look fine with just a quick adjustment, wiping his lips, Seo-ah’s disheveled state was far too obvious.
Her tear-stricken cheeks, flushed complexion, and the telltale signs of pleasure on her face would be evident to anyone who saw her.
The carefully arranged bun styled by Istel’s maids had been half undone, even without a mirror she knew she looked like someone who had been utterly unraveled.
She didn’t want to invite unnecessary assumptions.
Normally, it would be no trouble at all to leap from the second floor with Ephelinus in her arms.
But her legs, still trembling from the climax, didn’t feel sturdy enough for such a feat.
She could manage her own balance, but in the process, she might risk Ephelinus getting hurt.
