No Such Thing as a Chaste Man! Just Give It Ten Tries! - Chapter 39
The thought of experiencing the tight convulsions of her inner walls—something he had never felt before—was enough to send waves of arousal coursing through him.
As he imagined his grotesque shxft sliding in and out of her flushed, tender flesh, or envisioned their differently colored nether hair tangled together, guilt wracked him, causing his scrotum to clench tightly.
Seo-ah, Seo-ah… my angel who knows naught, my punishment of lust…
He envisioned Seo-ah whimpering, moaning, arching her back, and moving her spread legs, her every action pulling him deeper into forbidden fantasies.
“…Ugh.”
The slit at the tip of his inflamed, crimson member quivered and parted slightly before spilling thick, white liquid in a burst.
Over the days of repeated self-indulgence, he had learned to grasp the tip tightly at the moment of release, ensuring the unclean fluid didn’t spray uncontrollably.
Panting heavily, he belatedly began cleaning up. He grabbed one of the linen cloths he now kept in excess for this very reason, soaking it in water and wiping down the surface of his shxft. The briny scent of his release dissipated quickly, leaving only the sting of shame behind.
This ritual had become a nightly occurrence since Seo-ah’s seduction had escalated.
Each night, he found himself alone, indulging in her lingering scent, using self-gratification as a way to release the carnal urges she provoked.
It all began the night Seo-ah, under the influence of an aphrodisiac, sought him out, trembling and flushed.
“Your Holiness, my… my body, it’s… hot. Something feels strange… down there…”
Her face was tinged with desire, her body writhing in helpless need. At the moment she mentioned ‘down there’, he felt a surge of arousal unlike anything he had ever experienced. The rigid growth beneath his robes throbbed uncontrollably.
Though it wasn’t entirely new—his body had reacted similarly on occasion since reuniting with Seo-ah after their three and a half years apart. When stray moments of unfamiliar intimacy passed between them, his body would betray him. But until then, he had always managed to quell it, retreating or diverting his thoughts.
That night, however, was different. His arousal was so intense it felt unmanageable.
Despite everything, he had resisted the temptation. He managed to steady himself and navigate the situation without succumbing to the overwhelming desire to touch her. Even when he saw her trembling entrance, aching for relief, he successfully averted his gaze and sealed his desires away.
But that night, his erxctixn refused to subside, leaving him flustered and desperate.
In the end, overcome by shame and guilt, Ephelinus grabbed the nightgown still soaked with traces of her arousal. Burying his face into it, he gave in to self-gratification for the first time in his life.
The following days brought no reprieve.
While morning arousal was natural, the problem persisted throughout the day. Sometimes it happened when Seo-ah brushed against him or when night fell. Even in solitude, the mere thought of her was enough to provoke the intrusive, painful stiffness.
But no matter how dire his situation became, he was determined not to indulge those thoughts with Seo-ah directly. Even though she seemed willing—even eager—he vowed not to use her for his own desires.
At first, he tried to resolve the problem with prayer. He descended to the chapel beneath the residence, kneeling before Sol’s altar to plead for deliverance from his sinful desires.
He begged for release from his lustful thoughts, repeatedly reciting scripture like a man possessed. He struck his thighs with his fists and even lashed himself with a ruler in desperation.
But no matter what he did, the intrusive, relentless erxctixn refused to subside.
It was as if he had been cursed.
Eventually, after enduring countless sleepless nights, Ephelinus reached a compromise with his desires. He began relieving himself alone, using his memories of Seo-ah as his only solace.
She visited his thoughts with increasing frequency, even as he kept his vow to abstain from indulging her physically.
Night after night, he fell into this routine. Though it brought temporary relief, his mind became more and more consumed by fantasies of their intimacy, his imagination growing bolder with each passing day.
It was efficient, at least. Over time, it felt almost natural, as if he had been performing this act every night since puberty.
Perhaps, he thought bitterly, the mistake had been in denying his desires entirely. From the beginning, Seo-ah had been… a conundrum. A temptation far beyond anything he had ever faced.
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Seo-ah Jang.
Jang Seo-ah.
Even the arrangement of her name, the sound of each syllable, was foreign and unsettling.
Brought into his life under the Church’s command, Seo-ah was an anomaly. She disrupted everything he thought he knew.
