His body’s response betrayed his reason and yearned for something, desiring it. This indescribable sexual desire was like someone who had only engaged in reproduction trying an assortment of spices for the first time and simply couldn’t adapt. It was nothing more than a sense of deep perplexity and a spreading heat from below the navel.
“……”
Ashur exerted force in the hand that was praying, causing the rosary beads to tremble anxiously.
This confusion was the calamity that had arisen since his seamstress, Heather Geline, skillfully played with his genitals. Ashur, who had lived with thorough self-control to the point of being terrifying, had lost his ability to control for the first time. This shock was more intense than receiving the gods.
When Heather first played with Ashur’s genitals, he felt not only anger but also a close-to-outrageous confusion. It wasn’t just because he felt sexually assaulted, but also because he couldn’t believe that his penis, which swelled firmly beneath her small, white hands, was real.
“What the hell is this…”
The suppressed desires he had lived without his entire life emerged from below the navel. However, what had shocked Ashur’s mind even more than the swollen lump was Heather Geline herself.
Her small, flushed face was deeply ingrained in his mind. Although he didn’t know what the standard for a beauty was, looking at Heather made him finally realize what a beauty was. It felt similar to the excitement he had felt when his heart was stolen by the girl with the bear mask. Perhaps it was because of their matching red hair.
However, the excitement was fleeting. The feeling that soon sank into his mind was a muddled sense of humiliation. Comparing someone who pounced on his body with the first love was ridiculous.
“Just because a gust of wind blew through a bee hive.”
Moreover, she made feeble excuses. It only lasted for a moment, but Ashur harshly scolded himself for thinking that he resembled his first love. He erased from his mind the fact that he had achieved an erection because of Header’s actions, hoping that he would never encounter such a situation again.
However, soon a catastrophic event occurs that shatters Ashur’s beliefs and oaths.
“Or would you rather come and provoke me?”
He easily passed over Heather’s immature provocation. Ashur ended up masturbating for the first time with his own hands using Heather’s body. The thrill he experienced while ejaculating while looking into Heather’s eyes would probably never be forgotten.
“Ha…”
Ashur despairingly looked at his unyielding phallus even while praying. Although numerous perverts had intervened in his life, she could be considered the best among them. So why was he lusting after Heather? Ashur hung the rosary on his wrist and left the prayer room.
If I couldn’t suppress this overwhelming sexual desire through prayer, I didn’t know what to do. It felt like my sanity had been shattered. Because of that one seamstress, everything I had built up came crashing down in ruins.
“Priest Renver, it’s the blessed morning. Are you going to have breakfast?”
Subdeacon Berti greeted me cheerfully. Normally, I would just exchange formal greetings and be done with it, but today I tightly grabbed Berti’s arm. Berti couldn’t help but be taken aback by the tremendous strength he felt in his arm.
“Uh, priest Renver. If you don’t like me talking, please let me know in advance…”
“I need your help.”
I let go of Berti’s arm and spoke with a serious expression.
Meanwhile, Berti suspected that something was amiss as he disregarded the pain in his throbbing arm. Why would Ashur, of all people, ask him for help? Looking around, there were only the two of them in front of the priest’s quarters.
“Me? I’m Subdeacon Berti.”
“Yes.”
“A priest as excellent as priest Renver, why would he turn to me of all people…”
If Ashur could confide in him about his concerns, it didn’t matter who the other person was. Even if a little child with her thumb in her mouth passed by in front of the priest’s quarters, Ashur would have blocked the way. Ashur’s judgment was clouded by the confusion that even prayer could not escape from. Ashur, who inherently distrusted others, could understand how serious his problem was just by seeking a counselor.
“I need to know how to overcome temptation.”
Berti blinked dumbfoundedly. Ashur, who was referred to as the symbol of abstinence, being plagued by temptation? It was a statement that was even more unrealistic than Ashur grabbing him by the arm. Berti even had the thought that he might be in a dream.
He was incredibly curious about what had shaken that stone-like man. A woman? A jewel? Or perhaps it could be an illusion. Berti speculated with a high probability that it could be an illusion. Unless it was a drug, there was no way anything could tempt Ashur, he was certain.
‘I shouldn’t be thinking like this, but…’
Berti obsessively imagined Ashur, who was walking on a fine line, being completely thrown off balance by an illusion. The anticipation of being able to see him in a dazed state, intoxicated by the drug, surged within him. Even an exhilarating excitement coursed through him.
“If there’s anything I can do to help, I will do my best.”
Berti imitated a trustworthy expression and nodded his head. However, his secret hope that Ashur’s face would transform into a depraved one was instantly dashed, sinking beneath the wintry sea of disappointment. The astonishment was tinged with the shattered anticipation.
The expressions of the two priests sitting across from each other at the table were grave. Berti leaned forward in his chair and asked.
“…The seamstress?”
“Heather Geline. She’s a beauty with fiery red hair that’s impossible to look away from once your eyes meet.”
Berti furrowed his brow and thought about the seven seamstresses. When the seamstresses first came to the temple, he had shown them to their lodgings.
“I don’t recall any particularly striking beauties among the seamstresses.”
“What did you say?”
“Are you sure she’s a seamstress?”
“Without a doubt.”
From Ashur’s perspective, he couldn’t understand how he could forget Heather unless he had a blind spot. Similarly, from Berti’s perspective, he couldn’t comprehend how Ashur could be amazed by someone he himself had no interest in, even if all the beauties of the continent tried to seduce him. The temple had been turned upside down, but it remained surprisingly quiet, and there was no exceptional beauty in his memory.
Their conversation did not flow smoothly, as if they were speaking different languages. Eventually, they gave up finding common ground. Berti chose to go along with Ashur’s words, as he was curious about the aftermath.
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