Chapter 25

“Ugh! Ha, ugh…! N-no, please, stop! Stop!”

“Here it is.”

When pressed, the flesh inside reacted, almost bouncing against his finger, moving as if alive, gently biting and clinging to him. The soft, sticky flesh released more warmth, and Beatrice’s moans, as she shook her head, gradually grew sweeter.

“Hng…! Hng, ugh!”

Julian, who claimed to be curing her illness, was only making Beatrice’s body react even more strangely. His finger inside her moved freely, pressing against the walls, and the pleasure grew more intense. Julian used his free hand to press down on her sensitive spot once again.

“Haa, mm, ah…”

Beatrice shook her head, desperately pleading for him to stop. But the room was a separate space, and the only one who could hear her was Julian, who had no intention of stopping.

“T-the feeling, it’s strange, hng. Julian, please, please stop.”

“That strange feeling is part of curing the illness, Beatrice.”

‘Don’t hold back, just feel it.’ When Julian told her not to hold back, Beatrice finally realized she had been holding something in.

“N-no, no, I feel like I’m going to….”

Suddenly, Beatrice felt something like the urge to urinate and tightened her lower abdomen. But Julian only moved his hand faster.

Her curled toes trembled. Her body shuddered as if shocked. At the same time, the sound of his finger moving inside her changed to a wet, sloshing sound.

Splish, splash. Like someone finally relieving themselves, her fluids splashed everywhere. Beatrice’s body went limp. She hadn’t fainted—she was simply drained from the overwhelming climax she had experienced for the first time.

When she was trapped in the room before and Julian had kissed her chest, Beatrice thought she wouldn’t feel anything stronger than that. But she was wrong. There was a much deeper, more primal pleasure.

“Haa, haa.” 

Beatrice could only gasp for breath, and Julian’s touch lingered below. She flinched, wondering if he would start again, but what touched her was only Julian’s handkerchief.

Julian carefully wiped her and put the handkerchief in his pocket. Normally, he would have joked about washing it for her, but Beatrice was too dazed for that. Supporting the exhausted Beatrice, Julian helped her put her underwear and clothes back on.

“T-the door.”

Dressed by Julian like a child, Beatrice kept glancing at the door, worried that it might have opened now that the condition was met. She couldn’t possibly face anyone else in this state. But Julian laid Beatrice’s head on his lap and spoke gently.

“Rest a little, Beatrice. Last time I checked, this space doesn’t disappear until the door is opened from the inside first. Rest, and when you’re ready, we’ll open it.”

Reassured by Julian’s words, Beatrice closed her eyes. He quietly patted her shoulder, and soon, her breathing became steady.

“I’m sorry.”

If he hadn’t triggered the space-shifting magic so carelessly, things wouldn’t have gotten so out of hand. But the worst part was not regretting the situation, but rather his own ugly heart that saw it as a chance to have Beatrice.

***

“Are you awake?”

How much time had passed? When Beatrice woke from sleep, she checked the clock in the classroom. But the hands of the clock hadn’t moved at all. It still meant ‘a room you can’t leave.’

Even so, it must have taken quite a bit of time for her exhausted body to recover. Realizing that Julian had let her rest on his lap all that time, Beatrice suddenly sat up.

“Are you sure you don’t need to rest anymore?”

“What? Oh, yes, yes! I-I’m fine.”

Beatrice’s eyes darted around nervously.

“Then, shall we go out now?”

“W-wait, Julian.”

Beatrice grabbed Julian’s arm.

“Julian. That is… I mean…”

Beatrice swallowed hard and finally said what she wanted to say.

“You said I should help you write the graduation thesis… but… I don’t think I can do it after all.”

“What? Beatrice, what do you mean?”

“This… this is strange. I mean… this is… this isn’t right.”

She was supposed to keep her purity and become a Priest. But this was something she just couldn’t accept.

Even having her chest kissed or being kissed on the lips were things she shouldn’t have allowed from the start. But faced with such an unbelievable situation, she’d compromised with reality.

But this time, it was too much to call it a compromise. Julian’s fingers had entered her body. Whenever those fingers pressed a certain spot inside, white lightning flashed before her eyes. And that last thing… What was that, anyway? Beatrice felt her vision go dark.

It was something she’d never heard of or seen before. To lose control in front of someone else—how could she do something so shameless?

“I don’t understand what you’re saying, Beatrice. What isn’t right? Weren’t we just doing what was needed to leave the room, with no other meaning?”

“T-that’s true, but this…”

“This was just the method the room mentioned to cure the illness. That’s all it was, so what are you thinking about?”

Julian’s straightforward attitude left Beatrice speechless.

“Julian, aren’t you bothered by any of this?”

“I’m just glad I could help you, Beatrice. When I heard you were sick, I was worried, but I was able to cure you.”

“Cure… This is curing an illness?”

“Beatrice, do you know why your body suddenly got sick?”

At Julian’s question, Beatrice shook her head. She could only guess that something from that day had triggered it, but she didn’t know the real reason.

“Beatrice, you had no experience with men, so the last time was too much stimulation for you. But because you fainted, you didn’t reach the end. Your body realized it—an incomplete pleasure.”

At the word ‘pleasure,’ Beatrice’s face turned pale.

“So you need to get used to reaching the end like this. That’s how you cure the illness.”

“But Julian, I’m supposed to be a Priestess. This kind of contact isn’t right.”

“It’s not contact, it’s just the way to leave the room, isn’t it?”

Her own words became a contradiction, attacking herself. It was true that this was the way to leave the room, and it was also true that, as someone who would become a Priest, she shouldn’t have done such things. Beatrice was at a loss for words, troubled, when Julian spoke to her in a gentle voice.

“Beatrice, I know which part is weighing on your mind.”

“You do, Julian?”

“Yes. But think about it carefully. Here, time and space are separate from reality. Everything that happens here doesn’t affect the real world. For example, if I tear this thesis in half right now…”

Julian, as if he had no regrets, tore the thesis he had been working on in half. He smiled at Beatrice, who was startled.

“When we go outside, it will go back to the way it was. Right?”

“That’s… true.”

“So, everything you experienced in this place doesn’t exist in reality, Beatrice. The place where you need to keep your purity to become a Priestess is in the real world, not here. Isn’t that right?”