Chapter 106
Saint, You’re So Vulgar! – Chapter 106
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Caught. It seemed Versia already knew he'd pulled a trick just to hold her hand.
The moment he realized that, a sharp sense of crisis prickled through his entire body.
Ah, I've been found out.
Is there no helping it?
Why did it end there, just with the thought?
The anticipation of what was about to happen next... yes, that's what it wasa feeling that made every sensation in his body several times more acute.
Asher lifted the corners of his mouth, his eyes trembling.
"What do you mean...?"
For now, he played dumb, just once.
He was worried that going along with it so easily would make him look like someone who'd been eagerly waiting for this all along.
But had he been wrong to do that?
"Right? There's no way a knight like you would do such a thing. I must have been too delusional."
"Huh?"
"Sorry. I took the joke too far."
Versia smoothly slipped her hand free.
Asher flinched to a halt, having instinctively reached to grab it again.
This isn't it, he thought, a hollow emptiness and sense of loss washing over him.
The moment he looked up at her, his face fully betraying those emotions, Asher realized.
"A knight like you is pure even in your thoughts. Unlike vulgar me."
On purpose. She was doing this on purpose.
Versia pouted with a smile, her amusement shining through.
She acted as if she knew exactly what was going through his mind.
What to call the emotion surging at that moment? He wasn't sure if it was right, but it was regret.
He should've just gone along with it. He should've pretended to be driven mad by the curse, at least.
He was desperate enough to entertain such thoughts.
The impulse only intensified.
It wasn't that non-sexual emotions were amplifying while lust wasn't.
Both were amplifyingit was just that the emotions had surfaced first.
Was his face about to crumple?
But he couldn't bring himself to ask her to hold his hand now.
That would be a pathetic, ugly surrender, far removed from subtly playing dumb and letting it slide.
"Y-Yes... I, I have pure thoughts..."
He stammered out excuses.
He felt like he could die from frustration, yet he couldn't let those emotions show.
Versia just giggled away.
The slight twitch of her eyebrowsa subtle rise and fallcarried its own acknowledgment.
As if she were saying, At least he still has some reason left?
Asher averted his eyes from hers.
Even to himself, his behavior right now... wasn't it obvious?
Mouthing that he didn't want it, as if begging her to push anywayand sulking when she didn't.
Troublesome...
She seemed like a truly troublesome woman.
He couldn't even pinpoint where to start critiquing his own actions.
* * *
Two more days passed.
If Asher had to sum up his feelings from that time in one phrase, it was this:
His intelligence felt like it had plummeted.
All day long, his only thought was wanting skinship, and every time it fell through, he'd sulk like the world was collapsing.
Now he shuffled around with slumped shoulders.
Moments of blankly staring into space had multiplied.
The only time life returned to him was this.
"Are you okay? Your complexion looks awful."
"Ugh...!"
When Versia made contact.
She placed her hand on Asher's forehead. At the direct touch of skin, he swallowed hard.
As vitality flickered back into his eyes, Versia let out a belated hollow chuckle.
"If you're going to be like that, why not just ask me to hold your hand?"
"I-I have no idea what you mean...!"
"Still keeping it up, huh."
At some point, it had turned into a battle of wills.
He knew full well how idiotic it was, but Asher couldn't stop himself.
The scenario he craved wasn't outright begging. Maybe it was that speck of pride, but skinship only worked if Versiaunable to bear her worry for himfinally grabbed his hand first, and he "reluctantly" held on.
Anything less, and he felt he couldn't compromise.
"What a hassle you are, Knight."
He flinched. Wasn't that a bit too much?
Glare with eyes prickling upward, and a mocking vibe came right back.
That day too, he failed to get the skinship he wanted.
Asher ended up lying in bed, stroking his stomach for hours.
* * *
Lately, Versia had been living in high spirits.
It was all because of Asherchanging more starkly with each passing day, yet stubbornly seeking solutions in his own way.
If he was struggling that much, you'd think he'd just ask. But Asher didn't.
What was with that damn pride? His actions screamed Please push me, Saintess so clearly.
She could've happily obliged, but Versia held back.
After all, he'd rejected her time and againso wasn't a little teasing fair game?
Tormenting him was delightful.
The moment Asher looked at her with desperate longing, a sadistic thrill even bubbled up.
His let's see who wins attitude was just so amusing.
So she didn't immediately throw open her armsinstead, she played along with his little power struggle.
Today was one such day.
Asher wilted like a drooping weed, face dazed and limp.
Then, brushing his fingersfeigning accident (though he knew by now it was deliberate)and life sparked back in an instant.
Like sprinkling drops on parched seaweed. Get the feeling?
With entertainment this good, how could she let it go easily?
But dragging it out forever didn't seem ideal either.
Versia sensed the time had come.
More precisely, it was time to admit defeat to Asher.
His antics had grown endearing. In other words, harder to resist.
That unwitting spill of desperation when she pulled her hand awayit stoked her lust.
The wet-eyed upward gaze, the annoyed lip-purse, the sulky vibe while staying just within reachall of it adorable.
She wanted to see that face unravel in ecstasy.
Yes, this was what suited him.
Versia reached out, led by her emotions.
It was the moment her fingers slipped between Asher's.
"Hn... "
Asher let out a faint moan.
Versia beamed, studying his state.
"What's wrong?"
She asked, feigning ignorance. Asher didn't reply. He ducked his head, hair veiling his expression. But his flushed ears stood out vividly.
If she kept this up, Asher would heat up more and more, wouldn't he?
Bodily reactions couldn't be willed away.
She'd learned that countless times, using that body back in Vaern.
Unquenched desire stacks up. Like pouring endlessly into a cup with a fixed capacity.
Eventually, it bursts.
The urge to force iteven rapewasn't baseless.
Asher trembled in twitches.
He twisted his waist; a gulp echoed.
Tickle the back of his hand with her index finger, and his hips bucked.
His breath leaked out, humid and ragged.
"You sure you're really okay?"
"F-F-Fine... "
A little more, and he'd pounce, wouldn't he?
It felt so close.
Now, just waiting for the collapse.
Naturally, Versia pictured what came next.
Sweet and tender, no doubt. She had her romantic ideals about intimacy.
Teasing like this or not, she fully intended to hold him gently.
The act itself mattered less than feeling Asher crave her within it. Naturally.
She imagined embracing him, sharing warmth; savoring him clinging to her, fulfillment swelling.
It was the moment she pressed her thumb firmly into his palm.
Buck
Asher's waist arched. A faint quiver rippled to their clasped hands.
Finally lifting his head, his eyes were glazed. His lips bore deep bite marks from clenching so hard.
That flushed face blankly fixed on the ceilingindescribably erotic.
Now it begins?
It was the moment Versia reached for his thigh and parted her lips.
"Now it's working, right... "
"...Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom for a moment."
Asher shot up and strode from the room.
His voice came out oddly clipped. Focus snapped back to his eyes.
Dazed, Versia stared at the closed door, piecing together the situation.
Actually, it wasn't hard to figure out.
Click!
Asher returned, smiling benevolently like someone oblivious to lust.
He looked utterly refreshed.
Was his skin gleaming smoother? Or just her imagination?
No, no way.
"......"
"Hehe, I'm starting to get hungry. Shall we go grab some food?"
Versia blurted it out without thinking.
"Have you ever seen such a pathetic bastard."
"Pardon?"
A little hand-holding, and he bolts to regain his senses and handle business.
Sudden injustice welled up.
Wasn't this him having all the fun solo?
"What? Do it to me too."
"I have no idea what you mean."
He wasn't answering out of true ignorance.
It was pure I've seen enough, no thanks attitude.
Versia seethed inside.
For the first time, he truly annoyed her.
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