Hero's Coffin Chapter 38

Chapter 38

He let out an exasperated sigh, and Harenir just shrugged.

"I'll still give you credit for your confidence. To make such a threat in this situation..."

"W-wait, don't touch me, sob."

"Is that the level of confidence needed to boldly use necromancy in the Holy Empire?"

Thud, Harenir's hand touched his face. He flinched and turned his head as soon as Harenir reached out, but his cheek was inevitably caught.

The touch that enveloped him to prevent further evasion wasn't particularly strong, but from the moment their bare skin made contact, a languid sensation spread. Even without Harenir actively pouring out holy power, his entire body seemed drawn to him.

As if attracted to the opposing energy, and instinctively seeking salvation.

Slowly, Harenir's hand traced down his jawline. At that leisurely touch, the heat he had barely been suppressing until now surged up as if rebounding. Thump! His heart beat heavily, and his breathing collapsed at once, threatening to let out a sob.

As he endured, biting his lip hard, Harenir gently caressed his neck. He should have grabbed that bastard's neck earlier, but having missed that chance, now his own neck was caught instead. His neck fit snugly between Harenir's thumb and index finger.

"Huff, huu, w-what are you doing?"

Is he going to kill me now? Is he planning to execute me by strangling? As he asked, panting, Harenir just moved his fingers. As if fascinated by how much thinner the neck was than he had thought.

Moreover, his gaze felt intense, as if concentrating. The touch that enveloped his nape and slowly stroked downward caused a ticklish heat to rise. Clink, clink, the collar on his neck occasionally shook, the sensation of it brushing against his skin was excessively stimulating.

Feeling like a toy, he struggled to break free, but he had already fled to the corner of the bed and had nowhere to escape. Slowly, Harenir's hand moved downward.

"Y-you, hah, ah, you're a holy knight, so why...!"

"Yes, I've been a holy knight for 15 years now, since I was twelve. Why?"

"If you're a holy knight, huu, shouldn't you be chaste?"

"This won't defile me."

Harenir's answer was calm. What, is he saying he's so noble that this level won't contaminate him? He shook his head, groaning. Though he knew nothing about the doctrine of their Order, surely all religions were more or less similar.

"To, to serve Solnium, you should stay away from, lust...!"

At the mention of God's name, Harenir abruptly stopped his actions. Just as he thought he had finally made a valid point and was about to feel relieved, Harenir just stared at him blankly.

There was no emotion in those azure eyes. No guilt, no embarrassment, not even heat.

"Did I say that I was in heat for you?"

"...Huh?"

"I only said I would help you."

He blinked at the very calm voice. Come to think of it, his clothes hadn't been removed at all until now, and not even one button of Harenir's shirt had been undone. The hand that Harenir had lowered below his neck had checked the condition of his left arm and then traced with his gaze the direction the curse was spreading...

"The holy relic has blocked it, so the curse isn't too severe. So if we just release the heat once, it should subside adequately..."

There was an action that could be inferred from the expression "release". He blankly stared at Harenir's hand, and Harenir nodded as if confirming the correct answer. Where Harenir's gaze then flicked downward was obvious. His crotch had been swollen for quite some time.

Whoosh, heat rose to his face. His ears burned with shame. Right, Harenir had only used the expression "help" from the beginning, and the only one he had referred to as being in heat was him. It was just that he, steeped in demonic energy, was instinctively drawn to a being full of holy power, so he was merely offering to lend a hand.

He was ashamed of his misunderstanding, but more than that, the form of help Harenir was offering was itself embarrassing.

"Isn't j-just touching enough?"

"The curse is already spreading throughout your body, and that won't be resolved just by me pouring holy power into you. You should know that much."

"So I'm saying there's no need for you to directly touch th-th-there...!"

He too knew the state of his body. He instinctively felt that it wasn't a problem that would naturally subside with time, and that being surrounded by Harenir's holy power alone, like at the historical hall, wouldn't be enough.

When Harenir had grabbed his neck earlier, even though he wasn't particularly being choked, he had panted, feeling a distorted sexual sensation. As much as he wanted to deny it, at that moment his lower region had become painfully swollen and even wet.

So he would admit that he needed to release the heat once, that is... he needed to ejaculate, but he felt averse to the idea that Harenir had to touch him directly. It was the last shred of dignity he had barely managed to grasp, but...

"Ah. You're saying you'll masturbate with my hand."

At Harenir's summary, he felt the blood drain from his face. Whether he felt insulted, or whether he had intuitively realized that was the future of his thread-thin dignity.

"N-no, if you just hold my arm..."

"You'll rub against it like before, right?"

"..."

As he bit his lower lip hard, Harenir calmly said,

"You have two choices. Either you use my hand as a tool to masturbate yourself, or I'll just release you while you keep your eyes closed."

He disliked both options. He wanted to argue that the choices themselves were wrong, but the one to complain to was already dead. He thought the first option might give him some agency, but it was clear that would create an even more ridiculous scene.

In fact, from the moment he asked Harenir to hold any part of his body, it meant he would masturbate in Harenir's presence. Telling him to close his eyes would be meaningless, wouldn't it?

Feeling indignant, he stubbornly kept his mouth shut. He was angry that strange breathing sounds were about to burst out even in this situation, and damn it, his shoulders were trembling. As he turned his head to the side and just stared at the wall, flinching, Harenir let out a small sigh.

"I know. I know this isn't a reaction because you're excited, but a phenomenon caused by the succubus's curse. So just think of this as treatment."

Speaking in the most calm voice, Harenir moved his hand. His touch heading straight for the waistband showed no hesitation. There was no foreplay, nor was it needed. His member was already fully erect and dripping fluid from the tip.

"Ah, sob...!"

His member sprang out as soon as Harenir slightly lowered his pants and just moved his underwear a bit. Harenir wrapped his hand around it without any change in expression. Though it was just barely grasped, an intense pleasure came. It was a stimulation of a completely different dimension from when his face or neck had been touched earlier.

The moment Harenir's hand touched the most heated part, his nape tingled and his vision turned white. He had only expected a languid sense of relief at most, but he groaned with sexual pleasure, his hips lifting. His curled toes repeatedly scratched at the bed.

The fragments of reason breaking in real-time screamed that he was crazy, but he couldn't escape. Even in this situation, he only thought that he didn't want to move away from that hand.

"Huu, ah, hah, wait..."

Barely managing to grab Harenir's hand as his state of pursuing only pleasure felt strange. It was meant to be an act of restraining him, but their bare skin touched again, and before he knew it, he was caressing the back of that hand. Fuck, his body was moving on its own. Give me the fainting function. While cursing internally, he hurriedly moved the position of his hand.

He barely managed to grasp Harenir's sleeve. Out of breath, sob, huu, as he struggled to regulate his breathing, Harenir spoke in a monotone voice.

"Wouldn't just staying still end this situation faster?"

Did he even know that his calm behavior was making him more ashamed? Not that he wanted him to react differently, but it was painful to be the only one panting in front while the other remained so composed. His desperate struggles probably looked like tantrums.

Finally, plop, a tear fell from his eye.

This absolutely wasn't crying from sadness, it was just that tears that had naturally welled up as his body heated flowed down. However, the situation being what it was made his frustration surge even more.

"I'm not crying because I'm upset."

He explained, knowing it was ridiculous. He had expected Harenir to sneer, but unexpectedly, he remained silent. After moving his lips a couple of times, Harenir said,

"...You helped in many ways on the sky island this time, and we need you to use your power for our return tomorrow. To do that, we need to eliminate this problem now."

"..."

"I told you it's treatment, didn't I?"

It was a voice that sounded, just a little, as if he was trying to soothe him. That this was being done solely for that purpose, that if he had to name it, it was a repayment for today and an effort for tomorrow. Harenir's voice always had the power to sound reasonable, naturally persuading as one listened.

So, as if relying on that, as if evading, he nodded in affirmation.

"Hah, ah..."

Only after confirming his response did Harenir begin to move his hand. He slowly stroked upward, as if caressing, what he had just been holding. The fluid oozing from the tip wet his fingers.

That sight was truly embarrassing and shameful, yet he was infuriated that it felt good. He wished his current feeling of pleasure was just an illusion, but that euphoria only grew stronger.