I Don't Want To Attack You!

T/N: I actually never added Ashur as father I always used Preist, it’s cringe to use father to me

 

At the top floor of the priest’s residence, Ashur’s bedroom had a flickering light, unlike the dark rooms in the rest of the building. Beyond the wide-open window, Ashur’s graceful face was visible as he gazed blankly at the sky, lost in thought.

 

He couldn’t get Heather’s face out of his mind, as he had seen it in the dressing room. It haunted him, making it impossible for him to sleep. Her face, usually full of vitality, had crumbled with frustration, which had a profound impact on him.

 

He didn’t know what had happened to Heather, but Ashur found himself crying along with her as if his tear ducts had malfunctioned. Throughout their journey back to the temple, his tears wouldn’t stop, and he felt an overwhelming pain in his chest. Bertie, who sat beside him, was at a loss for words, wondering why Ashur was so distraught, and Ashur himself didn’t understand why he was experiencing these emotions.

 

Ashur turned his head to look at the table. A neatly folded handkerchief lay there, with Heather’s tear stains long dried.

 

“…Why did I pick this up?”

 

There was no hint of regret or hesitation in Heather’s gesture as she discarded the handkerchief. It was an act akin to throwing trash in the bin.

 

Ashur walked towards the table as if he were enchanted. He carefully picked up the handkerchief and sat on the bed. When he brought the handkerchief closer to his nose, he faintly smelled her scent. As the fragrance reached his brain, his lower body began to react involuntarily, stiffening like a well-trained dog. The heat gathered there, and his desire became painfully engorged.

 

“Ha…”

 

He marveled at how he had lived for twenty years without having sexual intercourse even once. Just uttering Heather’s name was enough to arouse him like a horny dog. Ashur gazed down at the handkerchief with a perplexed expression. Instinctively, he uncovered his erection. When his hand wrapped around his manhood, an indescribable pleasure shot through him.

 

“Ha, damn…”

 

Masturbating with a tear-stained handkerchief disgusted him. However, reason could not control his instincts. The feeling of his oath crumbling was both horrifying and ecstatic. As his self-pleasuring quickened, he could feel his beliefs being obliterated, but he couldn’t stop his hand.

 

He held Heather’s slim neck as fragile as it might snap, her pretty round shoulders and slender waist. Despite her strong inner self, her femininity was delicate and soft. To those corrupted by lust, he felt a strong kinship. The temptation was so intense that it engulfed his mind and body, weakening even his desire to escape.

 

“Ha, Heather… Ah!”

 

Veins bulged on Ashur’s bicep, and his head arched back. His throbbing member moved vigorously, and he soon ejaculated, shouting her name. His semen spurted into the handkerchief. With the release of the overwhelming heat that had clouded his mind, guilt clung to him. What had he done?

 

Moonlight shone on Ashur through the open window. His exposed genitals, spread legs, Heather’s handkerchief smeared with ejaculate, and his heavy breathing.

 

Ashur tightly gripped the handkerchief in his hand and closed his eyes.

 

He could only helplessly watch as the world he had upheld crumbled. It seemed that this emotion couldn’t be appeased even through prayer.

 

Night after night, he shed tears. But his anger never subsided, causing him to throw everything in his house. An uncontrollable fire raged within him, and all that was left was a desolate pile of ashes.

 

* * *

 

It didn’t make sense for Reika to be carrying my bag because of the floor cleaning. She should have just suspected one more step and investigated. Reika had copied the design I had meticulously recorded in my notebook and submitted it for the junior designer selection test. As a result, Reika became the original creator of my design since she submitted it a few days later than I did. Every step of my descent into despair proceeded as if following a script.

 

Ben, upon hearing this news, comforted me. Ben had no doubts that the original creator of the design was me. Despite Ben’s suggestion to take a few days off, I stubbornly went to work. My face was swollen and unrecognizable due to crying all night, but I didn’t back down. It was Reika who should hide. Sure enough, Reika never made eye contact with me and always kept herself occupied with something else.

 

The announcement of the results was imminent, and unless there was an unexpected twist, Reika was certain to become Chevanya’s new junior designer. I was determined to hold on until then. Mr. Marten was strangely silent, as if he had received a warning not to touch me.

 

“Ha…”

 

Repeated failures and despair were making me lazy and apathetic. This was a learned sense of defeat. Should I just work as a seamstress and collect a salary? It would be easy – no headaches, just do as told.

 

But my pride wouldn’t allow it. Just looking at the windows in various dressing rooms was enough to kindle an irresistible passion. If it were me, I would have designed differently, with more spacious sleeves, richer colors, and pumpkin accessories… Countless ideas were floating around in my head. If there were no overtime in the dressing room, I could stand in front of the window all day.

 

If it were me, I could do better, I could start a trend so big it would turn the fashion world upside down. This boundless self-confidence surged. Even now, it’s the same. However, the walls surrounding me were too strong.

 

-Knock, knock, knock.

 

Amidst my complex thoughts, an unfamiliar noise intruded. I got up from the bed and looked towards the window. Through the tightly closed summer curtains, I saw a figure. Upon opening the curtain, an unexpected guest who had knocked on the window in the dead of night greeted me with a nod.

 

“Father?”

 

“Oh, it’s narrower than I thought.”

 

Even with the window fully open, it was somewhat tight for the tall visitor to pass through. He turned his shoulders sideways, tried to push in one arm, and made various gestures. Eventually, only his face slipped inside. I pushed his forehead with my palm and said,

 

“Just come in through the front door. There’s no security or anything here.”

 

“…You’re right. My mistake.”

 

My home was on the third floor of the building. Ashur skillfully descended a long pipe and returned to the front gate. Before Ashur could knock, I had already opened the door.

 

“It’s been a while.”

 

“Am I in trouble? Why are you sneaking in like this, not even considering your own size?”

 

Ashur’s ears seemed to turn red, as if he felt embarrassed. I led him to the living room sofa.

 

“I don’t have tea, and all I have is water. Would you like some?”

 

“I’m fine.”

 

In the end, I went empty-handed and sat next to Ashur. I silently counted the days, wondering why he had come so suddenly. Tomorrow would mark the end of the 15-day grace period.

 

“Has it been that long already?”

 

Muttering to myself like it was an afterthought, Ashur shivered noticeably. He then spoke as if making excuses.

 

“It’s not just because of that.”

 

“Oh, really?”

 

“I came to return this.”

 

Ashur held out a light blue handkerchief. I had made it from leftover fabric because I didn’t want to waste it. It was good for wiping sweat because it had good absorbency. Since it was leftover fabric that I would have thrown away anyway, I didn’t mind losing it. But now Ashur had it.

 

“How…?”

 

“A few days ago, I went to the dressing room for alterations. At that time, I happened to see you drop the handkerchief, so I picked it up.”

 

I recalled the memory. It was the day Reika found out that she had copied my design. I had taken whatever I could find in my pocket, wiped away tears, and tossed it aside. Was Ashur there at that time? I hadn’t noticed at all.

 

Oh, does that mean he saw me crying and having a fit of rage afterward? It was belatedly embarrassing. Showing emotional vulnerability in front of anyone was embarrassing to me. Perhaps sensing my emotions, Ashur added words that were probably meant as clumsy consolation.

 

“I didn’t see you cry.”

 

“I never said I cried.”

 

It was Ashur’s awkward attempt at consolation. I chuckled and accepted the handkerchief. It had a warm, freshly laundered scent. I pressed the handkerchief to my nose and took a deep breath, causing Ashur’s complexion to pale.

 

Ashur tried to take the handkerchief away from my nose, holding my hand forcibly.

 

“No, wait, just a moment. Don’t smell it that way.”

 

“Why not? It smells good. Like flowers.”

 

As I was about to smell it again, Ashur abruptly snatched the handkerchief away. What’s going on? If he came to return it, why take it back? I extended my hand, but Ashur put the handkerchief away as if he was hiding it.

 

“I suddenly felt it was precious.”

 

“What’s going on?”

 

“There’s a saying that the one who picks it up becomes the owner.”

 

“Why is the priest so possessive?”

 

“…”

 

Ashur seemed somewhat embarrassed, as if he were fidgeting with the corner of his mouth. Is it that valuable to him?

 

“It’s a joke. You can have it. I didn’t take it.”

 

“…Thank you.”

 

“But, did you really come just for the handkerchief?”

 

“….Yes.”

 

No way. Moreover, Ashur even took back the handkerchief. At this late hour, there was no urgent reason for him to crawl up the pipe and knock on the third-floor window.

 

Ashur said it wasn’t for that, but no matter how I thought about it, it seemed to be because of sex. He must have been anxious about having sex again by tomorrow to avoid humiliation.

 

Well, my mind was already a mess, so it might be better this way. Mixing with him would make me forget everything in the ecstasy. All I could feel was Ashur’s scent, his firm body, and the intensely entwining gaze.

 

I quickly discarded the clothes I was wearing. In an instant, I was in a sleeveless outfit, and Ashur didn’t know where to look, his eyes fixed on the empty space.

 

“Why, why are you taking off your clothes?”

 

“You came all the way here, are you going to leave without doing anything?”

 

“…”

 

“Tomorrow is the 15th day.”

 

Ashur pressed his hands against his eyes with a sigh. A hint of self-disgust could be heard in his mumbling voice. It seemed that Ashur found the curse that required them to mix their bodies every 15 days quite difficult to bear. But what could he do?

 

I lightly pulled Ashur’s neck closer to me. As his gaze met my face, it was like fitting a missing piece into a puzzle.

 

“Today, Priest, you will stay quiet.”

 

It was an unintentional but commanding tone. Ashur’s pupils gradually lowered, and his gaze fixated on my lips.

 

“Why?”

 

“Priest, you’re too perverted and wild, so it’s a bit hard on me.”

 

“…”

 

“Today, please be well-behaved and just let me take control a bit.”

 

* * *

 

“Haah… Ah… Father, please, don’t keep, hnn, thrusting your hips like that, aah…!”

 

His large hand seemed to encompass my entire back as he held me close. Ashur sat quietly on the sofa, breathing heavily against my neck. Every time he suppressed a moan, it sent shivers down my spine. I was also anxious about what might happen if he lost control.

 

“Slow down… Today, huff, we agreed to, ah… keep it simple.”

 

His manhood was entering me so overwhelmingly, stretching my inner walls to the point where I might never get used to it. I grabbed his shoulders and moved my hips back and forth flexibly. As a result, he let out a rough groan and bit into the delicate flesh of my neck.

 

“Ah, ah! Huh, ah!”

 

“Haa, Header… It feels like I’m going insane.”

 

Ashur’s sensitive body was completely dominated by pleasure. He simply couldn’t stay still. He alternated between biting and sucking my ears, cheeks, and neck, and with his sweaty hands, he couldn’t help but touch different areas, like rubbing my waist, painfully gripping my buttocks, and more.

 

“Ugh, stay, stay still, I’ll… I’ll do it.”

 

Ashur’s chest swelled and receded repeatedly. I bit my lower lip and lifted my hips with great effort. I could feel the soft flesh inside sticking to his chest as it pushed outward. The pillar that had been swallowed under me came out, spurting a tingling liquid. I lowered my hand to touch the base of the pillar.

 

“Huh, Heather… More, more, please.”

 

He hugged me and begged with tears. He gently rubs his cheeks against my face as if he were acting cute. But the situation in the lower body was different. Although I told him to stay still, Ashur couldn’t hold back and raised his back. He didn’t seem to realize that he was moving.

 

“Ah, ah! Priest, gently, please!”

 

“Make me more of a mess.”

 

“Ah, yes… Ashur, oh!”

 

His chest thrust forcefully against my inner walls. The sensation was overwhelming, and my head spun with ecstasy. The pain that had surged from the rough entry moments ago now transformed into pleasure. I moaned and gasped, gripping Ashur’s chest as I moved my hips in sync with his motions. Our desire-filled eyes locked onto each other, and we both panted heavily, focused solely on the rhythmic movements.

 

Oh, oh yes! Ugh, Sa, Priest, Ah, Ashur! Ah!”

 

Ashur started to stroke my sensitive core with his hand in a circular motion. Overwhelmed by the simultaneous waves of pleasure, I felt like I might faint from the intense sensations.

 

“No, please, stop that, ah, take your hand off, don’t do it, ah, ah!”

 

I shuffled away tears of pleasure. Even if I twisted my pelvis to get out of his hand, it was held tightly by his strong arm, so the attempt went to nothing.

 

Ashur’s waist became more violent, adding to his panting and heat. I gasped for breath with my head tilted back.

 

“It’s so, hah, ah! It’s fast, huh, ah, ah! (Sighing)

 

“Sigh… Heather, feel more, who’s in you, more, more…”

 

“Thud, thud.” 

 

The sound of flesh hitting against each other mixed with the sound of fluids, creating a chaotic symphony that reverberated through our skin. Pleasure skyrocketed uncontrollably. In the end, I screamed and embraced Ashur’s neck tightly. Ashur thrust with force, delving deeply into my innermost walls. I convulsed in a powerful orgasm, trembling uncontrollably, while Ashur, too, released his essence within me, accompanied by primal moans.

 

With his member still inside me, Ashur continued moving our bodies, and I yielded like a paper doll, moving as he desired. Our bodies leaned back, and I pressed against the sofa. I could see Ashur, gasping heavily, as he wiped his sweaty forehead with his hand.

 

Instinctively, I reached out my arm to shield his chest.

 

“Ah… Not yet. I’m going…” 

 

Ashur pulled back his hips and then thrust forcefully. My body shook intensely as waves of sharp pleasure rushed through me from head to toe, causing me to gasp for air. 

 

“Do you not like it when I fuck you?”

 

Ashur withdrew his member slowly and then forcefully thrust it back in, repeatedly. With each collision of his hard and blunt glans against my inner walls, moans resembling cries burst from my lips. 

 

“Heather, look at me.”

 

Ashur gripped my cheeks with one hand to make me look at him. I could sense his frustration and urgency in his voice.

 

“Alright, good… Just a bit… gently…”

 

I felt Ashur’s rationality becoming hazy. He explored my body as if he could think of nothing else except following the pleasure. His thrusts grew rougher with each moment. As my body slid smoothly across the sofa, Ashur slipped his hand beneath my armpit and firmly secured my shoulder.

 

“Tell me you like it more.”

 

“Uhh, ah, ahh…”

 

“Heather, haah, haah… I feel like my heart and head will explode because of you.”

 

I sensed a threat in his actions. The nightmare from a few weeks ago was coming back. I needed to somehow restrain Ashur before his rationality completely vanished.

 

I held his throat and blurted out whatever I could think of.

 

“First love, ugh! Tell me about your first love.”

 

Ashur bit my earlobe while chastising me in a low voice.

 

“What?”

 

“The one you said made you write the vow of purity…”

 

Recalling your first love while engaging with someone else is not an easy task. Ashur thrust his hips quickly as if exacting revenge for my bizarre request. I held his throat firmly every time his chest was pressed against me.

 

“I want to focus only on you right now.”

 

“I’m doing this because I want to. I’m curious.”

 

Our sensual movements continued without pause. The sensation of sweaty skin rubbing together between our colliding chests and bellies was exhilarating. Tremors shook through my entire body from the overwhelming sensations.

 

“I’ll finish quickly, I promise.”

 

An urgent, warning voice slipped out, but I had no intention of stopping. I was genuinely curious about Ashur’s first love story. How did they make such a sexually vulnerable man swear a vow of purity?

 

Ashur’s movements were approaching their climax. The sensation of intensely penetrating within was unfamiliar. Ashur firmly grasped one of my buttocks and began moving more vigorously. Thud, thud. The violent noise resonated rapidly and continuously. Rationality had completely flown away, leaving only the instinct of desire. I couldn’t control my own body either. I moaned incessantly, lost in the sensation that felt like it would burst from the heat, and scratched the air with my hand.

 

“Ah, yes… tell me, tell me. Ah, yes!”

 

“I think I’m going crazy. Huu…”

 

“Faster, priest!”

 

“Ah, Heather, I love… ah, more!”

 

Ashur, who had been thrusting his hips as if he had lost his mind, suddenly pushed his member deep inside me and stopped moving. I felt the muscles that had been eagerly exploring me stiffen. Slowly, sweat droplets dripped from the tip of Ashur’s nose.

 

“Haah, haah…”

 

“Ah, Heather, stop, just a moment, please. Haah… huuh…”

 

I took the initiative as Ashur had stopped moving and started moving my pelvis up and down. Slick, wet sounds filled the air with a lewd atmosphere. Then, I wrapped my legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling out, and Ashur exhaled as if he were enduring something. I had asked about his first love to make him restrain himself, but when he refused to answer, it only fueled my determination. No matter what happened, I felt the strong conviction that he wouldn’t use force against me.

 

“Haah, I understand. I understand, so please…”

 

I subtly moved my hips back and forth to intensify his pleasure. The passion that coursed through Ashur, who was writhing in ecstasy, now felt almost torturous.

 

“Ugh…”

 

“Come on.”

 

Ashur pressed his lips to my forehead. I could distinctly feel the motion of his lips each time he spoke.

 

“When I was young, I attended a festival of the Agriada goddess in a village called Beilz.”

 

“Ah!”

 

His pelvis pulled up hard under me, already embedded to the roots, stimulated the inner wall like a rush. I couldn’t shut my mouth helplessly and grabbed his tendon-line forearm.

 

“I wore a rabbit mask that my parents prepared for me.”

 

“Ha, ah, wait, don’t move…… Oh my!”

 

Rather than restraining the force of lifting his pelvis, Ashur drove me to the scrotum. I tightened my bottom tightly whenever Ashur raised his pelvis, lying mercilessly under him. A rough breath broke out from Ashur.

 

“At the festival, when I was lost and couldn’t adapt, a girl wearing a bird beak mask took me and ran away.”

 

“A bird beak… Ah, the plague mask…”

 

“Yes, that’s right.”

 

I, too, wore a plague mask at the festival of Agripada’s god. I can’t believe there was someone else who did such a crazy thing like me.

 

“She was a girl with red hair like yours. She said she had been waiting for me for a long time.”

 

Ashur’s thrusts became too intense to follow. My legs, which were holding onto his waist, fell limply, and I trembled helplessly with each of Ashur’s movements.

 

“And I swore an oath with her by the statue of Agripada’s god, offering a single silver coin,” he said.

 

“Ah, Ashur, wait a moment!”

 

“Let’s make a pact of destiny.”

 

The pleasure surged even faster. The consecutive loud and rough sounds had become dangerously intense. But the shock that followed pierced my heart more than the pleasure.

 

…The girl with the plague mask that Ashur was talking about, no matter how I thought about it, it had to be me.

 

As soon as I realized it, Ashur let out a rough moan while thrusting. His abdomen twitched as he released a significant amount of fluid inside me.

 

“What is this? So much… Ah!”

 

“Aha… haha…”

 

A rough stream of semen moistened the entire inner wall, which was thicker than usual. An unfamiliar sensation surged from within and pierced through my entire body. When Ashur withdrew his genitalia, the odorless liquid that had accumulated inside flowed out in a steady stream. I trembled with pleasure, my limbs twitching.

 

And on that young day, the lies that had surrounded me, trying to avoid the danger, resurfaced after ten years.