Even just stepping outside, the streets were filled with hymns praising Heliod for ending the war, and countless plays featuring him as the hero played on repeat. The people truly rejoiced in Heliod’s victory and cherished his honor. His fame would likely spread across the entire empire for the next hundred years.
I grabbed both of Heliod’s cheeks and stretched them. He jumped up and grabbed my wrists.
“What… what are you doing?!”
“Hahaha, Sir Knight, your words sound so garbled!”
“Stooop…”
Heliod clamped his mouth shut, his cheeks turning a faint red. I kneaded his cheeks firmly but gently, speaking resolutely.
“Sir Knight, don’t think you’re lacking. Over the past ten years, you’ve protected countless people. You are, without a doubt, a hero.”
“…”
“Do you understand?”
As I stretched his firm yet soft cheeks without hurting him, Heliod slowly nodded. He fidgeted, hesitantly placing his fingers on the back of my hand before pulling them away, furrowing his brow.
“Let go now.”
“Promise you won’t say things like that again.”
“…I promise…”
Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Heliod clamped his mouth shut again. When I pressed him with a gleaming gaze, he let out a deep sigh and finally muttered his words.
“I promise.”
“There you go, good job!”
I stopped pulling his cheeks and gently stroked them before letting go. Heliod froze briefly, then quickly rubbed the corners of his mouth, avoiding my gaze.
“My lady, you’re far too familiar.”
“Am I?”
“No matter how close we are… such contact should be avoided.”
“Hmm, but I was just about to hug you.”
“Pardon?”
Heliod’s eyes widened in surprise. I tried my best to smile innocently, without ulterior motives.
“For dance practice. You’re supposed to be my partner, remember?”
“Oh…”
Heliod blinked his white eyelashes several times before shaking his head.
“I’ll find an instructor later and practice separately. I’ll make sure to perfect it so as not to trouble you…”
“I trust that, but the important part is the curse. Did you know there’s a part where we have to embrace and move to the rhythm?”
“…I didn’t.”
Heliod’s brow furrowed in discomfort. Smiling slyly, I took a step closer to him.
“Like this, you wrap your arms around each other and turn to the slow beat.”
Slipping under Heliod’s arm and wrapping my arms around his waist like we had in the hallway earlier, I felt him stiffen and sharply inhale. He clamped his jaw shut, trying to push me away with trembling hands.
“My lady, please…”
“See? The curse is activating, isn’t it? You need to either get used to it or learn how to control it.”
“…Understood. But first, could you step back… Huh!”
Ignoring his plea, I pressed firmly on his lower back. Heliod shuddered, his body trembling as he tried to regain control. I could see the growing outline of his… penis through his pants as it started to rise. Suppressing a mischievous smile, I tilted my head.
“Sir Knight, are you okay? You can’t handle even this much contact?”
“Not right now. Please step away.”
“Hmm, then how about this?”
Releasing my hold around his waist, I slid my hands along his back, tracing up to his shoulder blades. Heliod’s eyes welled with tears as he lowered his head.
“Ugh… Kgh…”
His breathing grew heavier. I began leading him, moving to the rhythm of an imaginary melody.
“Sir Knight, this is the tempo. Remember it, okay?”
“Huff… My lady… your hands… a little…”
“No. You need to endure this much.”
Trailing my hands down his muscular back, I pressed firmly against the spot where the curse mark was likely located as we spun. Heliod let out a stifled groan and clutched me tightly, whispering desperately in my ear.
“Ah… No, this is… no good…”
“The song isn’t over yet. Hold on a little longer.”
The curse acted like an aphrodisiac. Through the fabric of my dress, I could feel his body burning hot as sweat dripped from him. He trembled, fighting the overwhelming sensation of pleasure, but the evidence of his arousal—a now fully erect penis—was impossible to hide. I glanced down with a soft chuckle, noticing a damp spot forming on his pants as if pre-cum was seeping through. Heliod’s eyes began to lose focus.
“Hah… Ah… Ugh…”
Would this happen if I kept stimulating the mark without stopping? Heliod buried his face in my shoulder, tears of distress falling from his eyes due to the overwhelming pleasure. His trembling waist was desperate to relieve the sensation, but perhaps out of sheer restraint in front of me, he bit his lip and held back instead of succumbing to his urges.
At this point, I was starting to feel uneasy myself.
‘Are we really going to cause a scene at the party?’
It seemed like this was no longer just a dream—this was dangerously close to becoming reality.
“Sir Knight, are you okay?”
Heliod’s once-clear blue eyes had grown clouded. He struggled to lift his tear-soaked lashes, letting out ragged breaths.
“My lady, huff, please step away.”
“Do you think you’re about to cum?”
Heliod bit his lip. His steps, which had been trying to follow my rhythm slowly, came to a halt. Gently releasing my hold, I looked up at the panting Heliod.
“Sir Knight, it seems we’ll need more practice.”
“Ugh, please… don’t look at me.”
Was he aware of how disheveled his face had become? Heliod squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away. Taking the chance, I softly touched his side and slid my hand to his hips. Heliod jumped and grabbed my hand in alarm.
“Don’t touch me!”
“We need to calm the curse down. Surely you don’t think one practice session will be enough?”
I smiled warmly and leaned in close to Heliod. Just like in the hallway, our bodies overlapped as if becoming one, and Heliod held his breath.
“Milady…”
“Let’s practice just a bit more. I still feel a little uneasy.”
I smiled nonchalantly and slightly lifted Heliod’s jacket, rubbing just above his hip with my thumb. He let out a low groan, shaking his head.
“Ugh, then… please wait. I’ll… calm down quickly….”
It seemed Heliod realized the situation was more serious than he thought. Normally, he would have dismissed me outright, but impressively, he indulged my insistence on practicing the dance. Or perhaps he was too swept up in the pleasure to think clearly. Smirking mischievously, I slid my hand boldly into his pants.
As Heliod panicked and tried to pull away, my fingers brushed against the hot, damp fabric of his undergarments. He covered his mouth, tilting his head back.
“Ah…!”
“I have an appointment, so I really can’t spare more time. Sir Knight, please excuse me for just a moment.”
“Then next time… we’ll continue next time, so please, just… remove your hand….”
That wouldn’t do. Slowly, I moved my fingers over the clinging fabric. I traced the tip, slick with translucent fluid, with my thumb, then stroked up and down the thick shaft. Heliod let out a feverish groan, burying his face in my shoulder.
“Ugh, ah…”
“Sir Knight, you’re still so… wet.”
“Kh…”
Heliod groaned, unable to resist my touch, helplessly accepting it. Smiling mischievously, I asked playfully,
“By the way, Sir Knight, can I ask you something I’m curious about?”
“…Ask after you remove your hand.”
“Why don’t you have any hair?”
Heliod’s blue eyes widened in shock, his entire body stiffening as if struck by lightning. He opened and closed his mouth silently, trembling, and flailed as he tried to escape my grasp. I slid my right hand down to his hips, pulling him closer so he couldn’t flee. His firm yet soft skin felt incredible, perfectly suited to someone like Heliod.
I should find a use for that perfect rear later.
As our lower bodies pressed together, his large arousal pushed against my lower abdomen, sending a thrilling sensation through me. Looking at his face, now close to mine, I urged him again.
“Well? Please answer me.”
“Why… something like that…?”
“I’m curious! It’s the first time I’ve seen a man without any hair.”
Heliod’s blue eyes were filled with disbelief. He clamped his open mouth shut, his jaw tensing visibly before he finally replied in a low, strained voice.
“Milady, please… step back.”
“…What?”
“I… don’t want to go any further.”
It wasn’t the usual No, I don’t want this, stop touching me tone he used. It felt different. Was something making him uncomfortable? Watching his reaction closely, I withdrew my hand from his pants.
Heliod blinked a few times, his damp lashes glistening, and ran a hand over his sweat-soaked face. Then, he glanced down at his disheveled appearance, clearly mortified.
“…Milady…”
Heliod hesitated, his expression clouded. I waited silently without pressing him further.
“Forgive me for overstepping, but how many men… has Milady met like me?”
“Hm?”
“I started wondering from the moment everything felt so… natural, as if progressing toward intimacy was second nature to you. Just how many—”
Realizing his words were inappropriate, he clamped his mouth shut. Still, his teary eyes, flushed cheeks, and trembling hands—unable to fix his disarrayed clothing—betrayed the frustration and negative emotions he struggled to hold back.
I stared blankly at him for a moment, then stepped closer and gently stroked one side of his face. His sorrowful gaze locked onto mine.
“Sir Knight, are you jealous again?”
