I Don't Want To Attack You!

“Yes, perhaps I missed seeing her. Anyway, what did that seamstress do or say?”

Ashur suppressed the boiling heat beneath him just by imagining it. He tightened his grip on the rosary beads in his hand.

Then he began recounting the story in great detail, from their first meeting to Heather waiting for him in the prayer room and the incident of being trapped in a cramped warehouse. He spoke openly and directly, without exaggeration or concealment, describing the situations exactly as they were at that time.

Berti, who was listening intently, slammed his fist on the table.

“It’s clearly harassment. We should inform and expel her from the temple immediately!”

Ashur knew that was the most certain course of action. However, just imagining her being taken away caused discomfort, as if a hot poker were poking at his heart. If Heather was indeed a seductress targeting him, as an object of lust, why did it feel unsettling to think of her being expelled? Ashur questioned the uneasiness that spread within him and started to think intensely to justify his feelings.

Perhaps it was because of what he owed her for moving him, naked, from the garbage bin to the temple. Unbeknownst to himself, he was indeed indebted to her. If not for that, there would be no reason for him not to report Heather.

“But I don’t want to do that.”

hit his chest in frustration. Ashur seemed like someone incapable of rational thinking. He had always appeared strong and refined, and now he ended up tangled in the hands of a seamstress. Berti even entertained the absurd delusion that the seamstress had cast a spell with tremendous power that suppressed Ashur’s divine power.

However, the following day, when Berti and Ashur encountered the problematic seamstress, she surprised Berti in a different way.

“She’s just an ordinary woman. How can someone so ordinary be described as an irresistible beauty like the dawn? Heather is undeniably pretty, but compared to Ashur, she is barely noticeable. Yet Ashur is pushing her forward.”

“…Isn’t the young lady who sent a gift to the priest last week a much more beautiful woman?”

Ashur froze his face coldly, as if he had heard something strange.

“I guess it all comes down to having two eyes, one nose, and one mouth. The audacious seamstress is different from other people. Look at those plump lips. Ha, I should stop looking now. I feel dizzy.”

It seemed that Ashur was calming his mind while touching the prayer beads. Berti silently thanked the gods. It turned out that not all of Ashur’s abilities were bestowed upon him by the divine. Or perhaps it was because Ashur himself was so beautiful that the standards of beauty had become distorted.

‘It’s a reasonable assumption.’

Including Heather, the seamstresses followed the priests, checking for improvements in the functionality of the priestly robes. And since the seamstresses were also obliged to attend prayer time once in the morning and once in the afternoon, Ashur inevitably had to encounter Heather.

And Heather taunted Ashur without fail every day. Suddenly falling into his arms, roughly squeezing his chest enough to cause pain, touching his buttocks repeatedly. Each time, Ashur’s ears and neck turned red, filled with a mixture of anger and confusion. Unable to keep his public mockery to himself, Berti couldn’t close his mouth.

“I must be insane.”

Ashur also agreed with Berti’s words. Only a deranged person could engage in such perverted acts with such an innocent face.

Heather’s audacious behavior continued during prayer time. It happened when Ashur closed his eyes, focusing on prayer while listening to the solemn voice of the archbishop. Something light hit Ashur’s body, tapping lightly. Eventually, irritated by the persistent sensation, he opened his eyes. Sheets of paper were rolling around his thighs. Ashur unfolded the paper.

I want to sit on your pale face.

– Heather Geline

As soon as he finished reading the contents, he crumpled the paper in one breath. His complexion turned pale like a soldier who had been ambushed in an unprotected state. It was unforgivable to play such a low prank during the sacred time of purification for both body and soul. However, the reason he didn’t utter a word of caution to Heather was because, annoyingly, something was stirring down below.

Ignore it.


Ashur’s maximum defense and resistance were put to the test by the continuous barrage of notes.

“Your insides tremble every time you recite a prayer. Take responsibility.”

– Heather Geline

Damn it. I couldn’t fully concentrate on my prayers because of the notes. Images of Heather getting excited while listening to her own voice flashed through my mind. Wrinkles formed on Ashur’s smooth forehead. As he checked how his voice sounded, he realized the fact that he had been lured in by Heather and quickly dismissed the thought.

“Today’s prayer seems a bit short. Were you standing?”

– Heather Geline

I’m soaked.

They say the color of the lips is the same as a nipple. Your lips are really red, aren’t they?

Ah, I want to suck.

I’m going to secretly slip my fingers in right now. Want to watch?

Ah-huh~ I need something bigger.

A vein popped on Ashur’s forehead. His patience trembled dangerously on the edge. Ashur turned to look at Heather sitting diagonally behind him. Heather, who had been dozing off with her face falling back, startled when the person next to her poked her. Then, as if it were a habit, she murmured, “May the blessings of the Five Gods be with you.”

Ashur stared at every move Heather made with a stern gaze. Although Heather felt Ashur’s gaze, she pretended not to notice.

It happened when the incident in the prayer room was still lingering in Ashur’s mind. Designer Yevgeny delivered a new design for the priestly robes. Seamstresses and some priests gathered in the sewing room to discuss.

Since Ashur had some free time in his schedule and there were no major objections to the priestly robes, he participated in the meeting. And proudly took a seat in front of Heather. She glanced at Ashur with surprised eyes, then avoided looking at him the entire time.

While Ashur was listening to the explanation, he felt a cold toe brush against his peach bone. Ashur stared at Heather, who was sitting in front of him, with surprised eyes. Heather didn’t stop drawing the design on the blank paper.

“…Was it a mistake?”

He thought he had overreacted. That is, until Heather’s foot didn’t slide up to his calf.

Ashur clenched his fist tightly, his wrist bones sticking out. Heather slowly brushed his calf with her foot and then spread her toes, teasingly tickling him. All of Ashur’s attention was focused on his left leg. His ears turned red as if they were about to burst, and his thigh muscles hardened like stone. Each time the small, cold foot audaciously taunted his leg, a heat boiled up from within him.

Ashur stared heatedly at Heather’s lowered head. Heather kept her gaze fixed on the paper without ever lifting her head.

When Heather’s foot subtly brushed against his knee and intruded into the inner thigh, Ashur clenched his incisors. Then he abruptly stood up from his seat. His chair fell backward, and everyone’s gaze focused on Ashur. Even Heather, who had never paid any attention to him, raised her head at the loud noise.

Ashur decisively grabbed Heather’s hand and hurriedly left the sewing room. He could hear murmurs and whispers behind him, but he didn’t pay the slightest attention. Nothing mattered to him except for the small hand that fit entirely into his large hand.

Ashur stopped in the middle of the corridor and asked in a hoarse voice, “What the hell is the reason for doing this to me?”

“What?”

“Aren’t you tired of pretending not to know? Every time we cross paths, you tear my clothes, touch me, and even send obscene notes during prayer time.”

Heather furrowed her brows and looked up at him.

“I sent a note to you, the priest?”

Ashur had expected her to deny it. It was worth keeping the note she threw at him neatly folded. He took it out and handed it to Heather. With one hand, she accepted the note and began flipping through it page by page. A deep shade appeared on her face.

“No, this is my handwriting… Ha, really. This…”

Heather crumpled the note in her hand and glared at a specific spot. Ashur barely restrained himself from asking why she was carelessly crumpling his note.

Heather roughly tousled her hair. Ashur closely observed her actions. She huffed as if she were angry.

“If I tell the truth, you’ll think I’m crazy, Priest.”

Ashur already considered Heather to be insane. He remained silent and waited for her to continue.

“I didn’t write this note. It was the doing of a flying elephant.”

Ashur’s expression turned cold. However, his anger grew hotter. He couldn’t bear it any longer—her disrespectful excuses and the fact that she had gone as far as to leave him with no choice but to make feeble justifications. Because of that note from yesterday, Ashur had woken up with his pants damp and soaked.

“Do you think I find it easy with the seamstress?”

“I can’t believe that. I truly swear to God, I don’t have any intention of mocking you, Priest… No, I don’t want to swear to God… I don’t want to swear…”

Ashur felt a surge of sadness welling up in his eyes. He resented Heather for making him restless every night, planting lust that couldn’t even be suppressed during prayers. He felt a sense of crisis, being dominated by Heather’s presence in every moment.

Now he had truly reached his limit. The anger that he had suppressed with faith surged up, and he felt it rise and take control of his actions. The dormant fire that had been burning uncontrollably since he met Heather finally exploded to the point where he could no longer control his emotions and actions. Ashur locked eyes with Heather, his voice filled with fervor as he shouted,

“Do you know how difficult it is for me because of you, the seamstress? I indulge in desires every night that I never had during puberty. Because of the memories of what the seamstress did, do you know how it feels to spend 24 hours a day in a state of arousal, without any respite?”

Ashur exploded with all the pent-up emotions he had been holding back. However, contrary to what he had expected, Heather’s bewildered face only irritated him like specks of dust. Heather covered her eyes and bowed her head deeply.

“…I understand your feelings, Priest, but I don’t think this is the appropriate place to discuss it.”

“…”

Only then did Ashur’s blocked ears open up. Voices murmuring in surprise echoed from all directions. The believers passing through the corridor had stopped in their tracks, staring at Ashur with astonished eyes. Each face was etched with shock.

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