Chapter 105
Saint, You’re So Vulgar! – Chapter 105
Asher tossed and turned all night, kicking off the blankets over and over.
It was that hard for him to admit the thought he'd had during the day.
"If you're just gonna leave, don't tease me like that."
It was a thought that had popped into his head unbidden, but didn't it basically mean he wanted Versia to do something for him?
"N-No way!"
It had to be the curse burrowing deep into his bones.
Yeah! The curse was already complete!
Otherwise, her movements as she used his body wouldn't have made his breath quicken like that, his nerves wouldn't have focused so intensely on her touch, and he wouldn't have secretly imagined what came next while shaking off her hand.
His eyes brimmed with despair.
He'd even reached the stage of denying himself.
"No. It's not true. Asher! You're not that kind of person! It was just someone else possessing your body for a moment."
As if.
"A demon possessed me! I need an exorcism!"
The Church dismissed demons as superstition.
"Gah...!"
He curled up like a pillbug, shuddering under the blankets.
He felt like he could never fall asleep like this.
But getting lost in these thoughts would only make things worsethat much was obvious.
His mind could get stuck there, so he should just empty his head and sleep!
Asher closed his eyes, trying to drift off.
When that didn't work, he bolted upright and did naked exercises until his whole body was drenched in sweat.
But then, problem.
"M-My body...!"
It was burning. He felt like crying.
No matter what he did, it seemed he couldn't escape this vicious cycle.
The only solution that came to mind was "relief."
Had his intellect ever felt this pathetic before?
He bit down on the blanket and chewed it viciously.
Lecherous thoughts were swarming his mind.
"Th-Think... think of something else...!"
Yeah, what if he tried thinking about something completely unrelated?
Like the future of the Church, for instance.
Asher pondered the great threat looming over the Church and the world.
But it wasn't easy.
"After we take down the witch..."
What would happen with Versia?
If his body stayed like this, he wouldn't be able to resist her charging at him like today...
"Ow!"
Let's get away from the Church.
Right! Baern! Let's think about Baern, the place he'd visited recently!
If the threat was gone, he wanted to go see how his hometown had changed.
What would King Gester be like now? What mischief had the mercenaries gotten into? Who had become the Lion Corps? Imagining those one by one might help.
Someday, when he returned and saw it with his own eyes...
"...The Saintess said she'd come with me."
If the two of them went on a long trip together, surely...
"Aaaah...!"
Asher buried his face in the pillow.
It was no use. No matter what, his thoughts always circled back there.
In the midst of it all, Judith's words flashed through his mind.
-Just jerk off. Okay?
This one had slipped in unbidden too.
"Should I really do it?"
He startled and jumped.
"Wh-What am I thinking?!"
No. More than disrespecting her, he absolutely couldn't do that if he wanted to preserve his dignity as a man!
"But..."
He couldn't even sleep like this.
As Asher agonized, a bolt of lightning struck his mind.
"...What if I just touch my stomach a little?"
That should be fine, right?
Yeah! It was just touching his stomach a bitnothing else!
His hand wouldn't wander below or above!
Asher didn't realize what was wrong with his thinking.
The fact that touching his stomach was still sexual didn't matter to him.
He was just beaming, convinced he'd found the perfect solution.
Reason was gone from his eyes.
"And...!"
Come to think of it, wasn't this all Versia's fault?
She'd have to put up with this much rudeness.
She'd groped his body too. Right in front of him.
Versia should be grateful he wasn't going further.
Asher had crafted the perfect justification (excuse).
Asher lay curled up and placed his hand on his stomach.
After a moment's hesitation,
"F-For tomorrow's sake..."
In the end, Asher pressed down firmly on his lower abdomen, thinking of how Versia had touched him there.
"Mm..."
A small sound leaked out, echoing softly in the room.
Asher trembled finely.
A warm sensation spread through his whole body.
The heat made his toes curl and uncurlthe tension felt good.
He kept at it for quite a while before finally falling asleep.
That night, Versia appeared in his dreams.
-Does it feel good here?
The whisper left echoes even after he woke.
With a clear head upon waking, Asher reflected on what he'd done all night and the dream he'd had.
"I should just die."
He felt like hanging himself.
* * *
"You look tired."
Asher couldn't answer that question.
More precisely, he didn't want to.
All he did was glare at Versia with sharp eyes.
Versia tilted her head, and Asher inwardly grumbled.
"This is all because of her...!"
He'd barely slept.
He had a feeling this would happen more often from now on.
It was more worry than resentment.
Touching his stomach until he felt good and fell asleepwhat if he crossed a line someday?
Telling Versia honestly would be embarrassing and tough.
Before that, she'd probably just say something like, "Can't be helped. Let's have a refreshing round of sex."
He was starting to realize endurance wasn't the answer.
Asher felt the need to relieve this urge discreetly during the day without her noticing.
"How?"
So, what method would work?
Asher scanned Versia up and down.
It was his own body, but her mannerisms, expressions, speech, and vibe made it feel like looking at someone else.
In a word, bewitching.
He swallowed dryly.
That was the moment.
"Why are you staring like you're licking me? If you're gonna do that, just lick me."
"Eek! What are you doing?!"
As she undid the shirt buttons with a click, Asher freaked out and stopped her.
That was the moment.
Zing!
"...!"
The moment their hands clasped, electricity shot through his body. It was on par withor maybe stronger thanpressing his stomach, a surge of stimulation.
His face flushed red in an instant. He bowed his head hurriedly and spoke in a trembling voice.
"I-I told you not to do that sort of thing..."
As he spoke, he gripped her hand tighter.
This was it. This was exactly it.
"If... if we hold hands like this..."
Nights might become bearable.
It tempted him.
His eyes spun wildly.
As he stared holes through her hand with ragged breaths, Versia spoke.
"...I get it, so can you let go?"
One secondno, two. A little more, three seconds?
"Knight?"
"Y-Yes..."
"Knight, are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine...!"
He held on for two seconds plus about 0.43 more.
Not fully satisfying, but acceptable.
Even after letting go, the warmth lingered on his palm.
The rough tendons and calluses stood out vividly in his mind.
Asher felt himself heating up for no reason.
But it was encouraging.
"Th-This might work. Yeah...!"
He'd found a way to make nights less tormenting.
He could sneakily hold her hand during work like this.
Asher eyed opportunities like a hunter.
There was something Asher didn't know.
"Hnn..."
Versia was sharper than he thought.
At least when it came to sex.
* * *
That day, Asher grabbed her hand a total of seven more times.
Not as firmly as the first timejust brief touches or brushes against the back of her hand under various excuses.
Was it not enough?
Thinking that, he tried using sword training as a pretext, but Versia's response was:
"Isn't it a bit late today? I'm not really in the mood."
It pissed him off. Her pouty smile and rejection were infuriating.
"It's my body! I need consistent training to maintain my muscles...!"
"It's my body right now. And sword training would trouble you, Knight."
"Wh-What trouble would I...?"
"You know."
Versia's hand reached out smoothly.
And touched Asher's arm.
Asher flinched. Versia said,
"To guide sword forms, you have to touch like this."
Her fingertip stroked his wrist.
"Adjust the wrist angle like this."
And at the end,
"Like this."
Squeeze!
"...!"
"I have to teach you how to grip properly too."
A chill ran up his spine. The sensation spread through his body, igniting heat.
Asher's breath hitched. He looked up, their eyes met, and he saw Versia with curved eyes.
She chuckled lowly and asked,
"Knight, is that why you want to do this...?"
In that instant, his heart plummeted.