He looked at me with pleading eyes. Just as I was lost in the sight, the High Priest furrowed his brows and stood up, prompting me to hastily move my hands.
“Ahhh!”
It was difficult to remove the stubborn slime and lift the device, but fortunately, the semen acted as a lubricant, making it easier to extract this time. However, Heliod seemed to reach his climax again, his body trembling as his hips jerked.
How could this man ever be considered a pure paladin…?
‘With a bit more training, he could be quite something.’
I swallowed hard, looking at Heliod, who was still lost in the lingering sensation of his climax.
“Heliod Vus.”
At that moment, an attendant furrowed his brow and urged Heliod. Glancing toward the main seat, I noticed that the Emperor, Gaetan, looked displeased with Heliod’s hesitation. I, too, grew anxious and tapped Heliod. He lifted his dazed eyes and faced forward. Heliod stumbled as he took a step forward. Keron glanced at him with a pitiful expression, and I carefully supported Heliod as we moved forward.
“Sir, are you okay?”
“Hnn…”
“Excuse me? Sir, you’re still leaking.”
Thin streams of semen were dripping from the tip of Heliod’s softened manhood, marking the path we had walked. Heliod shook his head and looked down, only to quickly flush with embarrassment and grit his teeth.
“Don’t… look.”
He always tells me not to look, but I know he secretly likes it when I do. With a mischievous smile, I gently tucked his falling white hair behind his ear. Heliod hesitated and lowered his head.
“Why did you… do that earlier?”
“Earlier?”
“Why in front of Keron…”
Heliod’s face flushed deeply with shame, and he flinched as he shut his mouth.
“There was no other choice. I had to keep touching you during the victory ceremony…”
Now that I think about it, we’re still in the middle of the ceremony. His manhood had softened, but would it be okay? Nervously looking around, I realized that, as expected, we hadn’t met the climax condition, and the entire audience was glaring at us with sharp, piercing gazes. It felt as if a demon was watching, sending chills down my spine.
“It seems this demon is quite the pervert.”
“….”
“It looks like it enjoys making you suffer in front of others.”
Though it was more about breaking Heliod’s steadfast mentality rather than actual enjoyment, I found it amusing.
“Why would you say such a thing…!”
Heliod lifted his head, his face red with anger, and I moved my supporting hand to his back, gently stroking it.
“Lady Arpen?”
“Because of the condition. You need to keep moving.”
Heliod, distracted by the sensation on his back, shivered as he reluctantly continued forward.
Beneath the thin shirt, I could feel the solid scapula and the elegant line of his spine. I let my hand wander slowly toward his waist, just above his pants, where the shirt had slightly come out. I lifted the edge of the shirt and slipped my hand inside.
“Lady Arpen!”
Heliod’s upper body jerked in protest. This caught the attention of the High Priest, who frowned deeply.
“Sir Vus, you need to come forward quickly.”
“Ah…”
Heliod bit his lip and bowed his head. His halted steps resumed, moving again as his body, heated with passion, seemed to radiate warmth. I slid my hand upwards, caressing his firm shoulders, delicate scapula, and past the rough scars toward his side.
“Please… stop.”
“No, I can’t stop. I need to keep touching you. Otherwise, we won’t be able to overcome this.”
“But this part is…”
Perhaps it was the urgency of the situation that sped up his thoughts. Heliod glanced nervously at his swaying manhood and continued trudging forward at a steady pace. I followed closely behind, a sly smile playing on my lips. Finally, I found the familiar spot and pressed into his waist.
“Yes, this is where the curse is.”
As I pressed down, thinking of the six branches, Heliod gasped sharply, his head snapping back.
“Ahhh!”
When I lifted the shirt to check inside, just as I had suspected, the curse mark started to writhe, just like it did back at the temple.
“L-Lady Arpen! Why on earth…?”
“You said it reacts to me, right? It seems it’s the same even in dreams.”
“Ugh, ah!”
As I pressed firmly along his spine, moving my hand up and down, Heliod Vus twisted his entire body in resistance. The curse’s effect was similar to that of a powerful aphrodisiac. Heliod, unable to escape the overwhelming waves of pleasure, could only let out helpless moans.
This should be enough. I withdrew my hand and looked at Heliod from the side.
“Huff… Ugh!”
It was a breathtaking sight. He was slowly walking toward the Emperor, Gaetan, but he couldn’t touch his throbbing manhood, causing his broad shoulders to shake violently. His hips quivered slightly, unable to find relief.
I wiped the drool from my lips.
‘Ah, this is too good…’
When Heliod finally reached the Emperor, he was panting heavily, barely managing to kneel on one knee under the stern gaze of the attendants. Clear fluid continuously leaked from the tip of his manhood, his eyes were flushed red, and his body was drenched in sweat from the constant contraction and relaxation of his muscles.
“Heliod Vus, Commander of the Seisior Paladins, lift your head.”
At the Emperor’s solemn command, Heliod raised his teary eyes, his brows furrowed deeply. Though he had been unable to suppress his moans until now, the presence of the Emperor—despite it being a dream—compelled him to hold back his voice. Without thinking, I leaned forward slightly and stroked the back of Heliod’s neck.
“…Ugh.”
Heliod struggled to open his hazy eyes and glared at me. I smiled gently and slipped my hand inside his collar, undoing the buttons. The Emperor, the Empress, and the High Priest were all watching him. Heliod felt his shirt being loosened under their sharp gazes and resisted fiercely.
“Lady Arpen!”
“Shh, stay still. They won’t notice.”
“But everyone is watching. Please stop!”
Having focused so much on his manhood earlier, it felt like the sensation had dulled a bit. Of course, no matter how long I played with Heliod’s massive member, I wouldn’t tire of it, but I wanted to try something new. I licked my lips and reached inside his loosened shirt, grasping his bare chest.
“Ugh!”
Maybe it was the heat from the curse that made his entire body feel feverish. Normally, there wouldn’t be any reaction at first touch, but Heliod let out a loud moan and collapsed backward. I caught his heavy upper body and frowned as I whispered.
“Sir Heliod, the Emperor is watching. Straighten up.”
“Ugh, why are you… touching my chest?!”
“Why not? Don’t you enjoy it too? Look at how flushed you are.”
Heliod quickly turned his head away, trying to hide his face from me. But I’d already seen his adorable expression, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure every time I touched his nipples. Grinning mischievously, I pinched and tugged on the protruding nub.
“Ahh?!”
Heliod’s hips shot upward. He writhed, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation, different from when I had touched his manhood.
“Please, please stop. I beg you…”
“Your chest is so soft and large, Sir Heliod. It feels great to hold.”
His chest was full and firm, filling my hand completely. How could someone train so hard yet have such soft, thick muscles? I rubbed his nipple mercilessly between my thumb and forefinger, then spread my hand wide to squeeze his chest tightly.
“Ugh, hngh, ah…”
Heliod’s manhood twitched upward, spurting fluid. He shook his head, tears streaming down his face. Whether it was because I was supporting his back or not, I couldn’t tell, but Heliod’s fierce resistance from earlier had softened, and now he only moved his hips desperately to seek relief from the pleasure.
And soon, the Emperor began his speech, praising Heliod’s achievements. The High Priest looked at him with satisfaction, and the Empress rested her chin on her hand, smiling elegantly. As the Emperor’s speech dragged on, the reverent gazes fixed on Heliod grew more intense.
“Hnnngh!”
Yet here he was, whimpering in my hands.
“Ah, ah, Lady Arpen, I can’t take it anymore…!”
“Should I stop touching your chest, Sir Heliod?”
“Yes, please… I beg you…”
Heliod’s tears spilled over. I brought my lips close to his ear and whispered softly.
“Then tell me, where should I touch you next?”
Heliod’s blue eyes widened. He gasped, his body twitching in response to my hand still teasing his bare skin. Whatever he was thinking, Heliod’s face turned a deep shade of red.
“…Wherever Lady Arpen desires…”
“I love every part of your body, Sir Heliod. I’ll touch wherever you want.”
“…Ah, ugh.”
Heliod squeezed his eyes shut.
The Emperor’s speech was nearing its end, and an attendant was preparing the grand holy sword to be bestowed upon Heliod. The High Priest raised his hands, preparing to applaud, while the grand sound of an instrument echoed through the hall.
Heliod hesitated for a long time, then looked down at his rigid manhood, gritting his teeth as he finally responded.
“…Down below.”
As the ceremony reached its conclusion, Heliod turned his head to look at me. His once bright blue eyes had lost their sharpness and were now clouded with need. After another brief hesitation, he whispered, lips trembling.
“Touch me… down below.”
There it is. Keeping my left hand on his chest, I moved my right hand down to grasp Heliod’s rigid manhood. I could feel how desperate he was as my hand became slick with the clear fluid coating his swollen tip. Using it as lubrication, I squeezed and stroked him roughly, moving up and down. Heliod moaned deeply, his hips bucking.
“Ah, ah, ugh, hnnngh!”
His nipples were flushed red, his chest and back marked with my handprints, and his manhood continued to spurt fluid despite having climaxed multiple times already. As I squeezed out the last of his semen, it spurted high into the air.
“Haah!”
The Emperor rose from his seat, descending the steps with the sacred sword in hand. Heliod, now trembling violently as he reached his peak, looked at the Emperor with fear-filled eyes. The High Priest and Empress clapped warmly, and the music swelled to a grand finale, the trumpet sound ringing in his ears.
“Heliod Vus, hero of the Anti-Demon War and Commander of the Seisior Paladins.”
“Ugh, ngh, hnnngh.”
“In recognition of your great deeds, I bestow upon you the one and only holy sword of the Empire.”
“Ugh, hnnngh! Ngh!”
The Emperor extended his arm, offering the sword. Heliod, shaking uncontrollably, continued to ejaculate, his semen splattering messily across the Emperor’s thick, red cape.
“I entrust the future of our Empire to you.”
And so, as Heliod received the holy sword, the mock victory ceremony came to an end.
