No Such Thing as a Chaste Man! Just Give It Ten Tries! - Chapter 30
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Ephelinus placed Seo-ah down in his personal bedroom within the High Priest’s residence in the Holy Kingdom’s main palace.
It was the very room where Seo-ah had tried countless times to share a bed with him, always met with rejection and expulsion.
The man’s face was a mess, a mixture of anxiety, arousal, reflexive regret over his transgressions, and an uncontrollable desire. All these emotions flitted across his face like shadows.
Perhaps the period from their exit of the grand banquet at the Sun Palace to reaching the carriage of the Holy Kingdom marked the limit of his ability to maintain his characteristic stoic facade.
As Ephelinus had predicted, no one suspected them. After cleaning his lips meticulously, he donned his usual serene expression, lifting Seo-ah in his arms and crossing the banquet hall.
It was an odd sight—a hero who had bested the Demon Dragon being carried like a child. But with her face flushed and eyes closed while nestled within the pale ceremonial robes of Ephelinus, it merely looked like she had indulged too much wine in the revelry and fallen asleep.
Nobody knew her flushed face was the result of an unrelenting climax, nor that beneath the shadows of her figure, the outline of his engorged erxctixn pressed visibly against his trousers.
Except, perhaps, for Seo-ah’s observant friends, whose subtle glances told otherwise.
The journey from the Sun Palace to the Holy Kingdom’s main palace took 20 minutes by carriage. For Ephelinus, who had been ignited by the fire of passion, even that brief time seemed unbearable. With Seo-ah still cradled in his arms, he sat her on his lap, his breaths labored as he fought against his desire.
To keep himself in check, he buried his lips in the nape of her neck, murmuring prayers under his breath as though to douse the flames of his lust.
But Seo-ah, perhaps unwilling to let the fire extinguish, wriggled out from under his robes. Taking his face between her hands, she pressed her lips to his.
His response was instant. A desperate kiss followed as though he could only breathe through her mouth.
He tugged on her lips, plunged his tongue into her mouth, and explored its every corner as if memorizing its structure. He clung to her lips like a drowning man to a lifeline, stealing her breath in an urgent embrace.
“Seo-ah… you’re such a bewildering gift, a challenging enigma…” he murmured between kisses, his voice trembling with a mix of adoration and agony.
When the intensity of his excitement became overwhelming, he would retreat slightly, pressing his lips to her neck, mumbling prayers to calm himself. O Sol, who watches over us from the heavens, under Your light, none among us is without sin…
Even as he desperately invoked a semblance of piety, he couldn’t resist the temptation before him.
His lips, unconsciously, would press to her skin, sucking softly. Encouraged by Seo-ah, who deliberately brushed her chest against his chin, he buried his face in her dress-covered bosom, the swell of her brxxsts straining against the fabric. He inhaled deeply as if intoxicated by her presence.
Realizing he had gone too far, he clasped his hands tightly, wrapping his arms around her waist as though to restrain himself.
Once again, he mumbled prayers, only for Seo-ah to move slowly against him, grinding herself on the rigid bulge beneath her. His hands reflexively squeezed her hips and caressed the insides of her thighs.
Each time his desire resurfaced, Ephelinus startled himself, locking his hands together once more and leaning against her shoulder, muttering more prayers.
“Seo-ah… please… I beg of you…”
The man, who had once known the touch of her body, found it impossible to forget and yet used all his strength to stop himself from claiming her fully in the carriage.
The carriage arrived at the Holy Kingdom just as Ephelinus failed to complete the prayer cycle for the sixth time.
Once they reached the residence, there were no prying eyes. With nothing left to hold him back, Ephelinus carried Seo-ah in his arms up the steps two or three at a time. He entered his bedroom and set her down on the bed.
Immediately, he began removing her clothes, as though any hesitation had been left behind in the carriage.
Turning Seo-ah to show her back, he began undoing the row of tiny pearl buttons that ran from her waist to her hips.
His trembling fingers faltered several times, a testament to his overwhelming excitement, but he soon succeeded. Loosening the dress at her waist, he slipped it off in one smooth motion.
Next came the corset. He gently untied the laces in the back and loosened them, then laid her flat on her back to remove the garment that had been compressing her chest and stomach. After that, he slid her petticoat down her hips and discarded it entirely.
It was as if he had imagined undressing her countless times before—his hands moved without the slightest hesitation.
