Chapter 3 (Part 7)

Ian also seemed to need help just this one time. In that case, there was no reason not to help. But she couldn’t assist him as things were now.  

“Alright. But I have one condition.”  

“What is it?”  

“C-close your eyes.”  

Cecilia couldn’t bear to meet Ian’s clear, deer-like eyes. They made her feel as though she was committing a crime, so she needed to minimize her guilt.  

“If all I have to do is close my eyes, I understand.”  

Ian lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, while Cecilia approached him. Looking at the prominent bulge, her mouth went dry again.  

“T-then, I’ll start.”  

She never imagined that the most virtuous priest in the Kingdom would end up m*sturbating with her help for the second time. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.  

Cecilia swallowed nervously and took a deep breath before cautiously reaching into his pants to pull out the object.  

Its hairless, dark reddish hue felt more beautiful than grotesque for some reason.  

Instead of grabbing it outright, she intertwined her fingers around it slowly. Just the slightest touch caused Ian’s expression to contort slightly.  

Is he already this sensitive after just one touch?  

Puzzled, Cecilia gripped the sh*ft tightly and began to move her hand up and down. The previously limp object swelled quickly, and a clear liquid oozed from the split tip.  

“Ugh!”  

A muffled groan escaped Ian’s lips, and his long, thick lashes quivered. His clenched fists trembled as though he was trying to suppress his desires.  

Even that sight felt like a masterpiece to Cecilia, and she found herself momentarily mesmerized by his beauty.  

“Why… did you stop?”  

Ian’s voice snapped her out of her trance.  

Luckily, his eyes were closed, or he might have noticed her staring at him in awe.  

If his eyes had been open, he might have thought I was a pervert.  

Feeling guilty even though Ian hadn’t seen her, Cecilia lowered her head in shame.  

“N-no, it’s nothing. I’ll continue.”  

Cecilia resumed moving her hand. Adding pressure with her thumb on the slit, she increased the stimulation. Ian gritted his teeth as though trying to endure the pleasure.  

Even though he was the one who had asked for her help, his reaction made it seem like he was being forced to endure something against his will.  

Should I stop?  

She wanted to stop, but she had already promised to help, so she couldn’t.  

Since it’s come to this, I might as well do my best.  

Curious about how Ian would look if he couldn’t suppress his pleasure, Cecilia gripped the slippery sh*ft tightly and began to pump it vigorously.  

Slap, slap, slap. The sound of her movements echoed in the room as her hand moved faster.  

“Ahh!”  

Ian let out a strained cry, tilting his head back. His priest’s robe, damp with sweat, clung to his body, revealing the muscles of his abdomen as they flexed.  

“Hah… Hah…”  

His ragged breathing filled the air. The sound was so stimulating that Cecilia felt her own body heat up.  

The air around Ian seemed to grow stickier, and the heat in the room intensified as though it was on fire.

The more Cecilia’s hand movements intensified, the more Ian seemed unable to hold back. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.  

“You said you’d keep your eyes closed!”  

No matter how much Cecilia shouted, her voice didn’t seem to reach Ian. His dazed eyes stared into empty space as his body began to tremble slightly.  

Sensing that he was about to climax, Cecilia quickened her hand movements for the final push. The thought of finally being able to return to her room made her hands move even more fluidly.  

“Ugh!”  

Ian’s back arched sharply. At the same time, he pushed Cecilia’s hand away and wrapped his member with a handkerchief, ensuring that nothing splattered onto her.  

A large amount of s*men poured endlessly into the handkerchief. Biting his lower lip, Ian gasped heavily for air.  

He looked as if he had been freed from some kind of burden. Watching him, Cecilia felt an indescribable sensation.  

She never thought a man’s climax could look so beautiful. His languid eyes seemed more seductive than usual, and his well-defined muscles twitched slightly, making him look like a living statue.  

Cecilia found herself staring at him in a daze once again.  

“Is it over now?”  

It wasn’t until Ian had finished releasing everything that Cecilia snapped out of it. Thinking her task was finally done, she stood up.  

“Huh? W-what?”  

What she thought had subsided was now swelling again, twitching slightly. Shocked, Cecilia asked Ian,  

“Do you… need me to help again?”  

Helping him once had been more than enough. She couldn’t bring herself to do it a second time, so her question was more out of politeness than willingness.  

“That won’t be necessary.”  

Thankfully, Ian covered his lower body with a blanket and stood up, indicating he didn’t need further assistance.  

That was a relief, but… 

Cecilia couldn’t help but glance at the still-*rect bulge beneath the blanket.  

“Stop looking.”  

Ian’s face turned red all the way to his ears, his expression filled with frustration. He was the one who had requested such an absurd thing, yet now he looked at Cecilia as if she were the impure one.  

“Use this to clean your soiled hands.”  

Turning his body away to avoid her gaze, Ian handed her the handkerchief over his shoulder.  

‘You’re lucky you’re handsome, or I wouldn’t let this slide.’  

His sudden shift to acting noble despite succumbing to his instincts moments ago annoyed Cecilia, but she held back her irritation as she looked at his handsome face.  

“Thank you.”  

She couldn’t leave the room with sticky hands, so she gratefully took the handkerchief and wiped her hands clean. Once she returned the handkerchief, Ian accepted it and apologized.  

“I’m sorry for showing you such an unsightly side of myself.”  

Unsightly? Not at all…  

The sight of him experiencing pleasure moments ago was like watching a living statue move. Especially the way his tear-filled eyes glistened—it stirred something deep within her.  

“It’s fine. I’ll take my leave now.”  

Of course, she couldn’t voice her true thoughts, so Cecilia gave a brief response and left Ian’s room.  

As she stepped outside the priest’s quarters to return to her lodging, the knights standing guard addressed her.  

“Did you get what you needed?”  

Though their voices were devoid of emotion, their gazes were anything but neutral. They looked at her as if she had just committed some lewd act.  

Oh no! What have I done?!  

It was only then that Cecilia realized the absurdity of what she had just done in Ian’s room.  

“The priest wasn’t in his room, so I just waited for a while and left.”  

Even though they probably wouldn’t believe her, Cecilia made an effort to lie and quickly headed back to her lodging.  

As she walked, memories of what she had done earlier kept resurfacing, and she berated herself. She had been so mesmerized by Ian’s appearance that she ended up doing something ridiculous.  

Cecilia looked down at her hands. These weren’t the hands she had trained for Ian Beaufort’s sake. Who would have thought they’d be used to awaken a priest’s dormant s*xual desires?  

“Sigh.”  

She let out a deep sigh.  

For some reason, she had a bad feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time.  

Please let my instincts be wrong…  

Hoping to avoid any more troublesome situations, Cecilia could only pray that Ian’s insomnia would be cured for good.