Episode 7. The Third Crisis — Box (Part 2)

“No, I… I can’t.”

“Hm? Hurry…”

Luisha pressed tightly against Heliod’s hips, her lower belly meeting his pnis. Heliod, holding his breath, looked down and tried to retreat. But in the narrow, suffocating box, there was nowhere to run. Luisha, eyes unfocused, moved her waist.

“Ah, n-no, my lady!”

“You’ve been teasing me since earlier… not putting it in…”

“This is… ngh, a dream. Have you forgotten the crisis we’re facing?”

He grabbed her shoulders, trying to push her back, but Luisha—her eyes teary from stimulation—stared him down and urged him, pressing against his pnis.

“Then untie my hands. I’ll do it myself… okay?”

“Hnnngh, ah.”

Heliod’s body tensed, his testcles swollen to the point of bursting. Looking down at his flushed and swollen lower half, he clenched his eyes shut in pain. A teardrop fell from his sweat-drenched, delicate face. Gasping, he barely managed to restrain Luisha by holding her waist.

“You won’t finish on your own. You experienced that last time.”

“Then put it in!”

“I can’t…”

Heliod lowered his gaze like a sacred being, but beneath it, his unsatisfied need to release boiled over with unfulfilled desire.

As he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his breathing, Luisha bucked her hips several more times before tearfully pleading.

“Then at least use your fingers.”

“…What?”

“Have you never done it?”

Of course not. As a holy knight bound by a vow of chastity, not only had he never engaged in intercourse, he’d never even touched a woman’s body.

But Luisha, her mind hazy, had forgotten everything and urged him.

“Hurry, please… I feel like I’m going to die.”

Flustered, Heliod looked between Luisha and her body, then blushed, realizing he had gazed at her bare skin.

When he did nothing, Luisha’s eyes welled with tears. In the end, Heliod hesitated, just like before, and placed his hand on her chest and then between her legs. Burning hot, Luisha let out a long moan and collapsed against his shoulder.

Perhaps more familiar with it this time, Heliod squeezed her breast gently and began to rub her womanhood more confidently.

“Ah, ngh, ahh!”

Luisha’s desperate cries and the slick friction of cloth and skin grew louder. As her thighs brushed his pnis again and again, Heliod felt dizzy, bit his lip, and suddenly lifted her, turning her around. Luisha leaned limply against his firm chest. He cupped her left breast and rubbed near her clitoris. Slick fluid oozed endlessly.

My hand’s getting wet.

As that sensation grew, so did Heliod’s heat. He clenched his jaw, trying to feel nothing.

But Luisha, clearly unsatisfied, trembled violently. Heliod paused in confusion. Just then, Luisha raised both hands with a bright expression.

“I got it off!”

The thin rope, easy enough for Heliod to tear earlier, was made of weak material. Luisha had loosened it slightly and slipped her slender wrists out without tearing it. Heliod’s face turned pale.

Luisha pressed her hand over his left hand, still cupping her chest.

“My lady, please…”

His hand, which had been cautious, twitched under the sudden pressure. Seeing her soft flesh spill between his fingers, Heliod gasped. Luisha then moved his hand to her womanhood, pulling aside her underwear. As his fingers touched the slick, hot skin, Heliod’s body stiffened, muscles tense.

“My lady, that place… no, please!”

“You said I couldn’t finish alone… then put it in.”

Heliod’s ears turned bright red. Without waiting for a response, Luisha took his index finger and rubbed it over the dripping entrance. His already damp finger was now completely covered in her fluids. Heliod, guided by her, rubbed the slick folds, holding his breath.

And when his finger slipped inside, just as Luisha intended…

“Mmngh!”

Luisha tilted her head back with a soft gasp.

It had entered.

Heliod’s face stiffened. Feeling her warm depths, he instinctively moved his finger deeper inside.

“Ahh, yes… more… deeper…”

Luisha grabbed Heliod’s hand and pushed it in further. The tight sensation squeezing around his fingers made it hard for him to breathe. Following the slick path as she guided him, it became easier from there.

As Luisha whimpered with every careless thrust, Heliod realized that this act was bringing her pleasure. He squeezed her chest more firmly and began sliding his index and middle finger in and out of her entrance. Remembering how she reacted when he touched her cl*toris earlier, he began stimulating both inside and out, and soon realized—he was deeply immersed in this moment.

She’s Lady Arpen… I shouldn’t be touching such a sacred place… not someone like me.

But his body moved against his thoughts. Because Luisha looked so lovely, because her warmth clung to him so enticingly, his hands wouldn’t stop.

As Heliod clenched his eyes shut and exhaled heavily, a sudden sensation from below drew a pained groan.

“Ahh!”

Luisha, now free, had grabbed his pnis. Beneath the thin rope, his testcles felt like they would explode.

“My lady, please don’t touch me. I mustn’t… if I release…”

“Why can’t you?”

“The crisis…”

With his fingers still buried in her, Luisha exhaled sweetly and used her thumb to stroke the tip. Heliod’s throat vibrated as he swallowed a deep, burning groan.

“Nnngh! Please stop!”

“It’s okay.”

“Ahhh!”

“You tied it, remember?”

Luisha playfully smiled, pulling down his sensitive skin to reveal the twitching tip.

“If you don’t release, it’s fine, right?”

Words he would never say in his right mind.

“N-no… kh, ahh!”

So swollen he couldn’t release, his pnis burned and melted his thoughts. Luisha’s hands rubbed the tip and shaft freely, making him shudder as his vision blurred.

At the brink of losing control, he finally used force to push her away.

“Ah!”

Heliod grabbed her shoulders, forcing Luisha back. Her eyes flashed sharply, but seeing him hunched over, gasping, unable to even touch himself, tears in his eyes, her aphrodisiac-clouded mind cleared for a moment.

“Are you… alright, Sir Heliod?”

“Haa… haa… I am not… alright.”

He wanted to release. He wanted to get it out. The need hammered through Heliod’s mind.

But he couldn’t. If he released, he wouldn’t overcome the crisis, and they’d be trapped in this tiny box for another night.

“Huff… huff…”

Yes, the crisis. If they failed the conditions, they’d be stuck here for a day, maybe even longer.

He had no idea why it triggered now, not the day before the party, just while exchanging letters—but with the dance rehearsal and his title on the line, being trapped here for days was unacceptable.

Heliod barely managed to sit up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Luisha stared blankly, then slowly crept toward him.

“Heliod…”

Seeing her eyes, Heliod realized she had once again lost reason. He swallowed hard and turned his head away, trying to avoid Luisha’s sweet gaze. But she caught his chin and turned him back toward her.

“I haven’t finished yet either.”

Luisha’s lips brushed against his jaw. The soft sound of contact made Heliod’s face flush with shock as he stared at her. Luisha smiled deeply.

“You’re going to keep touching me, right?”

Heliod’s gaze dropped.

Her upper body lay exposed, chest bare, and her lower half—skirt pushed up, pale thighs revealed, her private area barely covered—was completely vulnerable before him.

His long eyelashes trembled, then his eyes shut tight. Breathing heavily, he followed her lead and cupped her chest.

“Ahhh!”

Once freed, Luisha grabbed Heliod’s hand and moved it to rub where she wanted. His right hand slipped past delicate lace, touching her bare breast, while she raised her hips slightly and kissed him.

“Mnngh.”

Heliod felt her soft skin under his hand and her heated lower body grinding against his leg, his pnis twitching in response. He thought avoiding touch would be enough, but seeing Luisha drowned in pleasure sent waves of desire through him. When her lips, once grazing his, plunged hungrily into his mouth, his restraint faltered.

Luisha’s hot tongue tangled with Heliod’s, teasing sensitive spots inside his mouth, tapping his palate, then rubbing against his tongue in sync with his moans. His mind spun.

Then, Luisha took his left hand and guided it downward.

“It’s not enough…”

Opening his eyes, Heliod saw her gaze was unfocused.

She inserted his finger together with hers, both plunging into her wet entrance. Startled by the feeling of her finger inside too, Heliod tried to pull away, but Luisha held him, forcing their fingers to move together.

“Hhnngh, ah, aah!”

Luisha buried her head against Heliod’s broad shoulder, lifting her hips. Heliod, who had been squeezing and releasing her breast, remembered her shiver when he grazed her nipple, and pressed it with his thumb. Luisha moaned deeply and bit into his neck.

“Kh—my lady!”

Heliod’s face turned bright red.

Matching her rhythm as she rocked her hips, Heliod moved his fingers with hers, noticing a particular spot that made her react differently.

“Ah! Th-there!”

Heliod bit his lip, leaning in to reach deeper. They became completely entwined, and his middle and ring finger pressed directly into her most sensitive place.

“Ahhng!”

Luisha trembled and pulled her fingers out. She clung to him tightly, eyes squeezed shut, planting kisses on his neck. Heliod focused on her lower body, ignoring the sensation of her lips. Wetness coated his hand endlessly. The more he touched her, the more beautifully she moaned.

Was this how she felt when I lost myself to pleasure?

No…

Heliod shut his eyes tightly, feeling her sweet lips and tongue.

Then, with a high-pitched moan, Luisha arched her back.

“Hnnngh!”

No, she couldn’t have felt this way. Her interest in him was purely physical—she only wanted his body. Nothing more. That was expected. He was a common-born orphan, a knight of fleeting glory, a servant of God.

Feeling Luisha’s fluids coat his hand, Heliod exhaled a hot breath.

Luisha had reached her climax. Heliod imprinted the sight in his mind, thinking—I’ll never forget this.

“Ah… Sir Heliod.”

Luisha looked at him, eyes hazy from pleasure. Heliod, flushed all over, stared back at her with heat in his eyes, frozen in place like he was bound, blinking slowly. Luisha smiled beautifully.

“Do it more.”

Heliod could not refuse.

❖ ❖ ❖

“Captain!”

Before dawn, in the bedroom bathed in bluish early light, Heliod snapped his eyes open and swallowed back a heated groan he couldn’t dare to let out.

Seeing Heliod awake, Keron rushed over, his face full of worry.

“Captain, are you alright? You suddenly collapsed, and only just now…”

“G—get…”

“Pardon?”

Gripping the thick blanket like he might tear it apart, Heliod shouted at Keron.

“Get out of here, now!”

“W-what?!”

Stunned, Keron hesitated, but one look at Heliod’s bloodshot eyes sent him scrambling out, nearly in tears.

The moment Keron left, Heliod flung off the covers, grabbed his painfully hard pnis, and with a strained groan, gave it a single stroke. The fluid he had held back all night erupted onto the bed.

“Ahhh! Nnngh!”

Heliod’s head tipped back as he bucked his hips, releasing the thick fluid, then collapsed forward, panting. But even after that, his pnis, swollen with the desire he’d suppressed all night, twitched again, half-hard.

Eyes glistening with tears, Heliod clenched them shut. Gritting his teeth, he began to stroke himself again without restraint. Slap, slap—wet sounds echoed as more fluid spurted out. The sheets became a mess, and before long, Heliod reached his second climax.

“Hnnngh!”

Releasing another wave of fluid, Heliod collapsed onto his elbows, supporting himself on the bed. Panting heavily, he bit his lip.

‘Ahh, I’m coming! Again, I’m—!’
‘Nngh, my lady, please don’t touch me!’
‘Sir knight… kiss me.’
‘I can’t… I’m at my limit…’

The events of the dream flashed through his mind.

‘Ahh… it feels so good. Heliod…’

As the image of Luisha’s half-naked form surfaced, heat rushed back below. Unable to fight his desire, Heliod grasped his pnis once more.

“Ugh, hnngh.”

He had endured it all night.

“Kh… ah!”

The sensation he longed for—Luisha’s heated body moving under the influence of the aphrodisiac.

“Ahhng!”

The dream had affected reality, and Heliod couldn’t contain the burning need in his body.

“Kh…!”

Perhaps his body, just like in the dream, had held back from release. Before long, Heliod climaxed for the third time, fluid spilling all over the sheets and pooling in his hand. Even then, Luisha’s vivid expression remained etched in his mind as he let out a deep breath.

“…Lady Luisha.”

Pressing his forehead against the sheets, Heliod tried to steady his ragged breathing.

The sudden crisis had planted a powerful desire deep in his mind.