This Body Tries Something Different
"Are you seriously trying to humiliate me now? Alper — you're going along with this too?"
Rijeon pressed his lips into a tight line and shut the door fast, terrified someone might see. His eyes, unable to make sense of any of it, cut into them with a withering glare.
Seira, however, didn't so much as register the mood. She just kept grinning, thoroughly pleased with herself.
"Come on, before you get any angrier, let me ask just one thing."
She tilted her head.
"You said I'd undergone some kind of change, didn't you?"
"...Your skin... your... chest... and..."
He was furious, but the sudden question made Rijeon trail off, his gaze sliding away — as if he couldn't bring himself to say another word.
"Right. And—"
Seira lifted a hand as if brushing back a sleeve and gave her own thigh a few slow, casual pats.
"You also said I react... to stimulation, didn't you?"
At that, Rijeon squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, shoving away a memory that was trying to surface.
"So this time I'll show you how I've actually changed. Then you can try it again — your divine power."
"...Another resonance diagnosis?"
"Yeah. If nothing shows up this time either, I'll accept that's just how it is."
With that, Seira turned naturally toward Alper, sitting beside her, and slipped her arms gently around his neck.
"Don't worry — I'm not going to ask you to do it."
A sly curve to her lips. But her eyes were somehow firm, serious. And then, as if to seal the words — a peck.
She pressed a light kiss to the tip of Alper's chin. It might have looked like a joke, but a weight cut straight through the playfulness. Seira needed certainty — real certainty that purification by divine power was impossible.
Watching them, Rijeon understood instinctively which way this was heading.
"Haaah..."
The long sigh came from both men at once.
Alper pressed a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes. His face was flushed a deep, burning red. This was his friend — someone close enough to share anything with — and still, this was not a subject he could bring up easily. Even so, he slowly lifted his head, every word steeped in sincerity.
"...If it truly matters this much to Seira... I'm asking you. Just this once, Rijeon."
His voice was low, but it was earnest. And more than anything, it was genuine. Rijeon could tell — which was why he stayed in this utterly insane scene.
Seeing the crease between his friend's brows, the way he was holding everything in, Rijeon clicked his tongue. Then, at last, he nodded.
"...Fine."
A single word. He couldn't have expressed the emotion or the logic beyond that, and by this point, he didn't need to.
"Thank you."
Alper offered a quiet thanks, but the furrow in his brow and the look in his eyes were a tangle of relief and the guilt of a moral compass coming apart.
"You can offer me a meal later."
Rijeon gave a bitter smile and slowly settled into the chair prepared beside the bed. Then he asked the woman directing this entire stage:
"...So. What are you going to do now?"
The moment he sat down, Seira swung one leg over toward Alper as if she'd been waiting for exactly that.
"I'll call you when we're ready. Just wait."
A sly, wicked little smile. She wasn't some simple voyeurism fetishist — beneath it all, a desperate urgency clung to her like someone hanging off a cliff's edge.
Seira settled onto his lap and quietly pressed her lips to his. Alper closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation — and when she parted her lips, his arms instinctively wrapped around her back.
A wet, lingering kiss. Their breath crossed, tongues meeting, and the warmth seeping through the gaps in her robe slowly thickened into something denser, more concentrated.
"...Oh? Young master...?"
Before she could even whisper it, Alper's hands clamped firmly around her ass. He was the one who undid the sash at her waist and peeled the robe off over her shoulders.
"......!"
Seira had thought he'd get embarrassed again and only move because he had no choice — but if he had to show her in front of someone else, Alper was going to make damn sure everyone knew she was his.
A twitch. When the side of his fingers swept across her breast and slowly tightened—
"Nnh...? Ah...?!"
Seira's gaze wavered.
Whenever they came together, he'd always seemed so careful, so gentle at the start. Now his eyes flashed at every sound of her breath, every tiny tremor. She kept flinching at the unexpected intensity, reflexively trying to twist away from his hands — but those hands followed without giving her an inch of escape, gripping her tight.
Alper's eyes were already wet and red at the edge of reason. That model-student face was taming his woman — softly, and sharply.
Meanwhile, Rijeon sat beside the bed with one hand propping his chin, the back of the other covering his mouth as if to hide it. His brows were furrowed to the limit. His body had leaned forward without him realizing it, but whether he was trembling from anger or from shame — even he no longer knew.
From the moment her robe came off, he'd tried to turn his head, to look away. It wasn't her moans that were the danger. Just having her — the fact of her — enter his field of vision was a hazardous thing.
But then—
"Young master...! There... ah, ahh...!"
A voice on the verge of tears. The shifting of the bed. The wet sounds of skin sliding against skin. Rijeon understood, with terrible clarity, that all of it was coming from a man and a woman actually joining together.
The women in the statues he'd always looked at had been brilliant and cold, forever out of reach. But this woman — who'd climaxed earlier without even a man's touch — was now burning hot beneath his friend's body. The bared skin was smooth, so dazzling it could have been a statue of a goddess, and yet it was so much more... obscene.
This isn't... art. And it isn't faith, either...
Rijeon could neither look at her properly nor look away. His eyes kept rolling upward, and every time her curves swayed, he swallowed — silently.
Seira's swaying, heavy breasts were no smaller than any statue's. Her waist and hips connected in a way that defied belief, and the pink hair draped over those curves was desire itself — the kind he was supposed to forbid.
"......Hah..."
Rijeon drew in a breath. His life until now had been chaste. Raised in a monastery, a monk, a cleric, a mage... Desire had been a line he was never meant to cross. But in this moment, that line he'd never once crossed felt utterly meaningless.
When Alper kissed her shoulder, the line of her side rippled in a strange, mesmerizing way. Breath she was trying not to voice. A stifled moan. Thighs tightening at the stimulation. Inside Rijeon's clerical robes, the evidence of every desire existed so plainly it could never be erased.
"Seira..."
Alper couldn't finish whatever he'd wanted to say in this situation. He simply covered her lips with his. This wasn't a peck. In front of a priest, he pushed his tongue inside, sucked at the interior, pushed in again, and slowly wound around hers.
"...Nnh...!"
Seira flinched, but her half-open lips wouldn't let him go. By the time their tongues met, her waist had gone slack.
"What is it, young master? Are you getting turned on...?"
The moment she said it out loud, Alper's hands clamped hard around her breasts. He cupped the full, swelling mounds with both hands and dragged his thumbs across her nipples, and she let out a moan so faint it was barely there.
"...Haah...!"
Alper pressed his mouth to her breast. A wet suck. When he licked, the already-stiff nipple went glossy, and when he sucked again, Seira arched her back.
"Nngh...!"
When mouth and hands caressed her nipple at the same slow pace, Seira threw her head back and gasped for air. Heavy elasticity twitched and overflowed into his palms. The harder he squeezed, the more flesh pushed out between his fingers — a size that both hands clenched tight still couldn't fully contain, and at the center, a nipple standing hard and firm.
"...They're standing right up, Seira."
As if commenting on someone else, Alper murmured it and touched the nipple with his tongue again. His wet tongue slowly licked over the areola, then took the bud at the center into his mouth with a wet pop — and Seira, goosebumps racing down her back, trembled as she held back the arms that nearly wrapped around him.
"...Young master... why only my chest...?"
The question drifted into empty air. Alper pulled his mouth away, left another kiss on the saliva-slick nipple, and whispered:
"If someone's watching... this, at least, I wanted to mark as mine."
At that, Seira blinked and looked down at him for a moment.
This man... has he gone a little crazy?
The thought didn't last. His tongue gently swallowed the other nipple.
"Haaahn...! There... aaahn...!"
His lips sucked as his hands gripped and kneaded the underside of her breasts, and Seira was already climbing, as if being drawn toward climax. Alper smiled softly and pushed her breasts together from both sides, licking both nipples at once.
"Aaahhh...!! Young master, seriously...!"
Her waist bucked on its own, her hips swaying in the air as if of their own will. Without a spare thought for Rijeon's presence, Seira's lips were already flushed red, her breasts surging every time they were taken into his mouth. She couldn't even control her own breathing.
Seira couldn't keep her mouth shut. Her lips parted, her moans climbing higher, and she clenched a fist in the hair at the back of his head.
"Haaahn... haah... don't... lick there with your tongue... I really, really... I'm going to lose my mind...!"
Even so, Alper — who knew perfectly well this was one of Seira's most sensitive spots — didn't take his mouth away. Her breast. The nipple twitching inside it. He pressed his tongue slowly against it, then sucked — long and hard.
"Aahh...!!"
Seira squeezed her eyes shut and bucked her hips. Her chest. From the sensation concentrated in that chest alone, she was now—
"...I-I'm coming...!"
"Yes...!"
At those words he pulled his mouth away fast and pinched her nipple with his fingers. When he gave it a wicked twist, Seira's mouth fell open, she exhaled, and her whole body arched taut. The wave of pleasure started in her abdomen, climbed her waist, and set her entire back trembling.