He wanted to pretend that night had never happened and believed it would be best for me to do the same. He pleaded for me to forget his disgraceful behavior and never mention it again. Above all, he emphasized that his letters were not secure, so I should refrain from sending such personal matters to his office.
In response, I promptly asked him:
“Then where should I send my letters, Sir Knight? Where is your residence?”
I eagerly awaited his reply, and to my surprise, Heliod provided his address quite simply:
“Melvis Estate, 2455 Ingart Street. My responses might be delayed, but if you need to reach me, please send your letters there.”
Perhaps Heliod thought I would only send letters when it was necessary. But having obtained his home address, I couldn’t resist having a little fun. I penned a letter filled with teasing remarks.
“Sir Knight, your hair is so beautiful. Even though it was just a dream, it felt like silk brushing against my skin. Do you still train your body daily even after returning to the capital? How do you maintain such beautiful muscles? I’ve never seen collarbones as perfect as yours. Also, does the mark on your spine only react when I touch it? What happens if someone else touches it? Will you get aroused then too?”
The main content of the letter was along these lines. At first, Heliod replied with restraint, trying to maintain his composure, but he eventually pleaded with me to stop:
“Please, Lady Arpen, maintain the dignity befitting your status. What are you even saying… (erased words)… If you send another letter with such indecent content, I will not respond. Consider this your warning.”
I wasn’t fazed at all. Even though he tried to remind me of my status, I found myself more curious about the expression he must have worn while writing those words. My imagination ran wild as I wondered how he might have looked.
With a sly smile, I wrote a brief response:
“Alright, I’ll stop saying strange things. Shall we discuss the curse instead? Have you tried using your aura while relieving yourself, as I suggested? You said you could do it alone, didn’t you?”
To my surprise, Heliod didn’t reply. He had never taken more than a day to respond before, so I was quite taken aback.
I waited patiently, and as the victory ceremony drew closer, I finally wrote a tearful apology letter, hoping to make amends. Just as I was about to call for a servant to send it, Jenny came in with a bright smile.
“Lady Luisha.”
“Hm?”
“You’ve received a letter!”
“Huh? From whom?”
Jenny gave me a playful shake of the shoulders, handing me a pristine, white envelope of high quality. I was stunned.
“I didn’t think he’d reply!”
“Go on, open it! You’ve been waiting so eagerly.”
Beaming, I carefully opened the letter. However, there was only a single line written inside:
“It was useless.”
What… was useless? I tilted my head in confusion, trying to recall the contents of my previous letter, when the realization hit me like a bolt of lightning.
No way… Did Heliod really try it on his own?
Oh my goodness. My jaw dropped as I staggered backward. The thought of Heliod, struggling to control his aura while pleasuring himself, battling against the overwhelming sensations, flooded my mind. Despite the slightest touch making him moan and tear up, he had followed my advice and tried to relieve himself!
For the first time, I felt something more than just passionate desire for the handsome knight. A new wave of emotion washed over me.
“How adorable!”
I immediately picked up my quill and began writing another letter, this time focusing on the topic of his self-pleasure.
❖ ❖ ❖
Heliod let out a sigh as he stared at the scattered pile of letters on his desk.
“Sir Knight, how are you feeling today? Has the curse activated?”
“Sir Knight, you’re so handsome. Do you have any idea how many young ladies admire you?”
“Sir Knight, aren’t you curious about me? I’m very curious about you.”
The letters kept arriving with alarming regularity, and while none of them contained anything truly significant, Heliod found it increasingly difficult to ignore them.
But one particular letter caught his attention:
“I think I had a dream about you.”
As much as he wanted to resist, Heliod couldn’t help but respond to this one, his right hand already moving to write a reply.
“What kind of dream?”
He had long known the mischievous nature of Lady Luisha, but recently, something had changed. It was as if her allure was drawing him in, igniting desires within him that he had never experienced before.
“A dream where we repeated that night.”
It was almost as if she was trying to provoke him. Luisha’s letters occasionally arrived at his office instead of his residence, and each time, they contained vague, short phrases that only he could understand. He found himself blushing furiously as he glanced around, making sure no one else was watching. He had even resorted to reprimanding her, reminding her of her status in the hopes of curbing her audacity.
But her response was far from what he had hoped:
“Masturbate? Really?”
Heliod’s face turned a shade of red even more intense than the summer sun.
He had considered it before—trying to suppress the curse by channeling his aura while resisting pleasure. But he had failed every time, unable to even bring himself to touch his own body, instead blaming his own impurity and resorting to cold baths to cleanse his thoughts.
But now, Luisha was caught up in this mess as well. Perhaps it was time to try harder to break the curse, for her sake too. Sighing deeply, Heliod carefully folded Luisha’s letter and placed it in his drawer.
He left his office and headed toward the resting chamber where his bed was.
“Hah…”
He unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, which were usually fastened all the way to the top, removed his jacket, and locked the door. Running a hand over his face, he sat on the edge of the well-kept bed, clenching his fists.
“Just once… let’s get this over with.”
Masturbation wasn’t explicitly forbidden by his vow of chastity, so it didn’t technically break his oath. Clinging to this small comfort, Heliod closed his eyes and focused on his physical sensations.
Soon, a blue light began to shimmer around his body as he summoned his aura. The aura naturally directed itself toward his lower body.
“…Ugh!”
The moment the blue energy clashed with the black mark on his back, Heliod began trembling uncontrollably, gripping the bedsheets with white knuckles. His eyes flew open, and he gasped for breath, curling up as he instinctively dug his nails into his thigh. In the past, he had injured himself to keep from losing control when under the influence of aphrodisiacs or the curse, but now he needed to use the pleasure to his advantage. Slowly, he released his grip on his thigh and fumbled with the waistband of his trousers.
“Ah…”
A soft moan escaped his lips as the aura continued to assault the curse, flooding his mind with overwhelming sensations that blurred his vision. His back arched like a bow, and his mouth fell open as his hand, almost of its own accord, wrapped around his now painfully erect member.
“Hnn!”
Despite his earlier hesitation, his hand moved quickly, mimicking the actions Luisha had performed. His left hand cupped the head while his right stroked the shaft, his blue eyes growing hazy as he gasped and whimpered.
“Sir Knight, does it feel good here?”
As he neared his climax, he couldn’t help but picture Luisha. Her flowing pink hair, her golden eyes that sparkled like sunlight. She was the first person he had ever thought of as truly beautiful.
Gasping for air, Heliod felt his body shudder violently as he reached his peak.
“Ah, ah, ah!”
His eyes squeezed shut as he climaxed, the curse still thrumming in his back as a second wave of pleasure surged through him. Overwhelmed, Heliod collapsed face-first onto the bed.
“Ah, ugh, ah…”
It was worse than he had expected. The urge to continue was stronger than the effects of any aphrodisiac he had ever encountered. The pain of not being able to release this pent-up energy was almost unbearable. He found himself clutching at the thick blankets, thrusting his hips desperately as tears welled up in his eyes.
“Please… stop…”
Tears fell onto the bedspread as he buried his face in the sheets, humiliated by his own weakness. The memory of how he had clung to Luisha, moaning incessantly, filled him with shame.
“Sir Knight, do you always cry this much?”
But as the pleasure continued to build, Heliod realized something alarming: he couldn’t stop thinking about Luisha. Despite the overwhelming sensations, her image remained in his mind.
“Lady Luisha…”
He couldn’t help but think of her small hands around his member, her pretty smile as she took him into her mouth, and the way she whispered seductive words even while panting.
It had only been one night, but it had left an indelible mark on him. As he once again pictured Luisha, he found himself reaching another climax.
“Ahh!”
He spilled himself onto the soft blankets, his body trembling uncontrollably. He rubbed his shaft slowly, coaxing out the last drops of seed. His breath coming in ragged gasps, Heliod pushed the blankets aside. Once again, he had failed to dispel the curse. He would need to summon his aura again, but the thought alone exhausted him.
“I can’t concentrate.”
Even as a swordmaster, manipulating aura was an incredibly taxing task. Banishing a demon’s curse with aura was a feat only a few in the Empire could accomplish. The pleasure alone was enough to make this endeavor nearly impossible, and to make matters worse, his mind was clouded with thoughts of Luisha. Feeling intense guilt over the fact that he had been fantasizing about her while pleasuring himself, Heliod covered his eyes with his hand.
“Hah…”
As he lay there trying to regain control of his thoughts, his body betrayed him again, his member twitching as it began to harden once more. Despite having already climaxed twice, his body refused to calm down. This wasn’t like him at all—he had always dismissed self-pleasure as a trivial, unremarkable act during his youth.
“Your body is really something else, Sir Knight.”
Heliod bit his lip and forced himself to sit up. Luisha’s sweet voice echoed in his ears. He couldn’t let this continue.
This has to be another effect of the curse.
He took a deep breath and summoned his aura again. As a knight sworn to purity, succumbing to physical desires was unthinkable. Heliod forced himself to focus on breaking the curse once more.
“Hngh, ah, ahh…”
But despite his best efforts, the outcome was the same. He knew his struggle had been futile when he received that single line in response to his letter.
“It was useless.”
