Chapter 107
Saint, You’re So Vulgar! – Chapter 107
There's an expression about feeling like fireworks are exploding in your head.
They say it happens when you're truly happy or overwhelmed with pleasure, but Asher had never experienced anything like it.
The closest thing might have been the moments of enlightenment during training.
But even that wasn't quite right.
No, it was more like thunder than fireworks.
The ecstasy from enlightenment felt like a powerful bolt of lightning ripping through your mind, tearing it apart and expanding your horizons.
So, this sensation of feeling so good that he might turn into an idiotthis was the first time.
That night, Asher thrashed around, reliving the sensation from earlier in the day.
The moment his palm pressed down tight, his hips bucked involuntarily, and his body shuddered.
He instinctively knew this was the reaction when a woman's sexual pleasure crossed the threshold.
There was some self-loathing about sinking that low, but it wasn't that strong.
No, more precisely, an overwhelming wave of pleasure swept away any such feelings.
The afterglow still lingered.
His heart was poundinglike a kid who snuck a peek at an adult book, thumping away.
But unlike the previous day, there was no frustration or dissatisfaction gnawing at him.
That day, Asher fell asleep peacefully.
He dreamed of Versia rubbing him off, but cleanup after waking was easier than before.
Had his mind ever felt this clear lately?
Asher greeted Dalin that morning with a goofy grin plastered on his face.
"You look like you're in a good mood."
"Huh? Yeah, something like that."
He felt refreshed. Maybe he'd do some sword training todayit had been a while.
Yeah, back in Baern, he'd finally unleashed his full power after so long, and he'd noticed some changes in his senses.
Tuning those subtle discrepancies could lead to technical breakthroughs.
'I never even had the leisure to think about this until now.'
A fresh sigh, and a sense of relief.
Asher finished preparing and headed to the garden.
Versia stood there, arms crossed, looking sullen.
"Hello, Great Handjob Knight."
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"Did you enjoy your handjob?"
"...Could you refrain from using that term?"
"Why? I'm just stating the plain truth."
"It's not true. I didn't, uh... receive anything like that! And even if I had, wording matters! Use different words!"
"Sure, the pathetic bitch knight who cums from just holding hands."
"Ow!"
He couldn't snap back as viciously as usual.
Proof that Asher himself was somewhat aware of it.
No helping it. He'd just have to pretend he didn't hear and move on.
Versia would get tired of it eventually.
That's what he thought.
Asher's miscalculation.
The mistake? Thinking that one release would keep the urges at bay.
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By late morning, he started feeling stuffy.
"Hoo..."
By late afternoon, his body felt a bit feverish.
He even regretted the sword practicehis insides felt clogged up.
What kept popping into his head was Versia's hand.
He couldn't forget it.
His gaze kept drifting there.
Versia noticed.
"What's with you? You like jerking off alone best, right, Knight?"
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The snark didn't register.
He thought without meaning to.
'Just one more time?'
If he closed his eyes and grabbed her hand once more, maybe he could coast through tomorrow safely?
From the moment he'd crossed that line, Asher's standards had plummeted.
There's that saying, right?
There are people who've never eaten meat, but none who've only tried it once.
It wasn't much different.
He hated this foggy discomfort clouding his mind.
He hated how his thoughts fixated on one thing, beyond his control.
He knew the fixwhy hold back?
'...The Saintess does whatever she wants too.'
And there was the perfect excuse.
Ideal for self-justification.
Slipping forward
Asher reached out.
Versia flinched and tried to pull away.
But she couldn't beat him with skill alone.
Even dazed, Asher dismantled her move with perfect trajectory, flowing into a grip and squeezing her hand.
Just like that, fireworks exploded in his head.
"Eut...!"
"...You crazy bastard?"
Asher's body trembled violently.
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The first time is always the hardest. The second is easier, and as they pile up, it becomes routine.
That was Asher.
He started subtly initiating skinship to satisfy his urges, but soon he was grabbing her hand outright. Eventually, he'd yawn, snatch her hand like it just occurred to him, shake alone until he calmed down, and repeat.
To Versia, it looked like he was bored, using her hand like a toy to jerk off and walk away satisfied.
Late bloomers are scary.
Or, put differently, it was utterly shameless.
"Hey, Knight."
"Yes?"
"My hand isn't a sex toy."
"It's my hand, though? And I've never even masturbated before."
"Hah."
How could someone be this brazen?
Where did that pure, easily embarrassed young man go? Now there was just a thick-skinned bitch in front of her.
His smug grin, like nothing mattered, made her itch to flick his forehead hard.
Maybe the curse had lowered his intelligence.
Nothing else explained it.
Sure, she'd started it on purpose, but that didn't make it any less infuriating.
What about her while he got off alone? How did she feel, just staring blankly at the scene?
"I have sexual urges too, you know?"
"I know full well. Your urges, Saintess..."
"Don't look at me like that's gross."
"I have no idea what you mean."
Her neck tensed up.
Ah, was this how Asher always felt?
She started to understand a bit why he grumbled every day.
Versia swallowed the rising surge of irritation.
Her head cooled.
'...Calm down. For now.'
She couldn't let Asher take the lead.
Getting flustered in unfamiliar situations was human nature.
What came next was key.
"Playing it like that, huh?"
Versia's voice dropped low.
Asher flinched but just averted his eyes.
Versia slipped her hand into his pants.
Asher freaked out.
"Wh-what are you doing?! Get your hand out! Now!"
"Why should I listen to you? I'm in charge."
"I'm in charge right now!"
"Then this hand is mine right now too."
Asher grabbed her wrist desperately, but while skill was one thing, raw strength favored Versia.
"Grr! Grraa!"
"Gonna work?"
"Graaa!"
Asher strained so hard his face turned redhe looked truly desperate.
She pretended to grope, and he even bit her arm.
It hurt, but she could endure. Asher's body really was top-notch.
The ridiculous wrestling match dragged on.
It was so absurd it wasn't funny, and neither could laugh in the moment.
They grunted like that for a while.
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Suddenly, Asher jolted.
His eyes lost focus slightly. The strength pulling her away weakened.
What was this?
Versia felt puzzled and looked down.
That's when she saw it.
Asher, huffing hot breaths, drunk on the scent.
The lewd intensity of his bite on her arm.
Expression vanished from Versia's face.
Even then, Asher shuddered a few times before awkwardly pulling away.
He stood up smoothly, averted his gaze, face flushed, and said,
"...Gonna hit the bathroom for a sec."
"You're insane. For real."
Versia squeezed her eyes shut.
The curse... it was too powerful.
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Is there meaning in a fight where no one wins?
After that day, their absurd battle of wills reached a stalemate.
Maybe because he'd been getting his rocks off almost daily lately, Asher stopped pushing for more skinship.
Versia had to admit she'd gone too far.
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After weathering the storm, both their heads finally cooled.
"Sorry."
"...No, it's fine."
They apologized smoothlycould call it a mutual agreement.
But neither broached what to do next.
It wasn't a decision they could make lightly. More than that, the awkward air between them played a part.
If only there was some work to bury themselves in and shake off the vibe.
They both thought that on the same day.
"If you're just gonna laze around, go do some volunteer work. Gotta win the people's hearts."
Work came their way.