No Such Thing as a Chaste Man! Just Give It Ten Tries! - Chapter 4
Her back arched involuntarily, her upper body twisting, while her parched throat let out a small gulp with each dry swallow.
“Nnngh…!”
Unable to withstand the wave of accumulated pleasure, Seo-ah reached her climax in an instant. She felt something rush out from below, trickling down her perineum.
“Do you feel calmer now?”
“No… hnngh!”
In response to his dry question, as if assessing her condition, Seo-ah reflexively indicated that her body still wasn’t back to normal. It was partly true, and as soon as she replied, his hand buried within her moved again.
Having reached her peak once already, each thrust revived that sensation anew. The pleasure that surged through her was beyond the lingering effects of the potion, coursing through her veins, nerves, and every part of her body as if blown about by a fierce wind.
Her whole body shuddered repeatedly, her vision flickering from the overwhelming intensity that was even more thrilling than when she had fallen off a cliff during her third battle against the black dragon several months ago.
With each motion of his hand, the sounds grew even wetter and more intense. Seo-ah climaxed three or four more times from Ephelinus’s touch alone, soaking her nightgown’s hem with the clear liquid that continually spilled forth.
Eventually, she was so drained that even his touch on her center left her too exhausted to respond.
Up to that point, things had gone mostly according to plan. And that should have been the end.
The end?
“It seems your body has cooled now, Seo-ah.”
“Huh…?”
“It seems there is no lingering discomfort.”
But… her strength had already left her fingers, stopping her from exploring her own body any further.
Satisfied that Seo-ah’s abnormal state had ended, Ephelinus offered a serene and composed smile that seemed almost holy, as if a halo were shining behind him, and then, without a hint of hesitation, turned to leave.
Wait… what?
He grabbed a towel, soaked it in the water on the bedside table, and carefully wiped her down. He cleaned his own hands, redressed her undergarments, and gently tucked her into the blankets.
Throughout this unexpected turn of events that went entirely against her plan, Seo-ah’s mind filled with questions, yet his expression remained purely professional, as if engaged in a sacred task.
Finally, after completing his duty, he lifted Seo-ah, wrapped snugly in the blanket, and carried her to her bedroom.
Wait, what? Is this really it? He’s leaving just like that?
Carrying the calm, distant expression that led so many to revere him as the most noble saint of the Holy Empire, Ephelinus entered her room, laid her gently on her bed, and, still standing protectively nearby, summoned an attendant to bring fresh clothes and prepare a bath. He checked the room’s security and then…
“A potion so vile as to break down even someone like you… I’ll issue an investigation order tomorrow to track down its source.”
“Oh, no… that’s, um… a bit embarrassing.”
While Seo-ah tried to brush it off, feeling her cheeks flush, he redressed her with eyes averted, carefully wrapping the blanket up to her neck and tucking it tightly around her, leaving not a single bit of skin exposed except for her face.
He then rolled up her nightgown, soaked with traces of her experience, as though it were evidence of some crime, and left her room without a backward glance.
With a soft thud, the door closed, leaving her with the final image of his long, silver hair trailing as he walked away.
And so, once again, Seo-ah had failed to seduce Ephelinus.
Once more, she had let slip this pure and virtuous high priest whom she had tried repeatedly over the past few months to captivate, both body and soul.
“Is being handsome all that matters?”
Ugh…!
Reflecting on the events, Seo-ah stomped her foot, resting her cheek on the table and trembling in frustration as she clenched her fists. Even with her hazy memories, she knew that her actions last night had been thoroughly embarrassing, especially since it had all ended in failure.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she imagined the face of the one she held responsible for her mortification.
The High Priest of the Holy Empire, Ephelinus.
The very man who had summoned Seo-ah, an ordinary high school girl from Korea, to this world of Genève five years ago.
The man who had volunteered as her guardian to help her adapt to life in Genève and who had been her constant companion for that first year—memories that had since grown into her five-year-long unrequited love.
