The Thorn that Pierces Me

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“Huff-huff.”

Heesoo diligently fanned the campfire, fearing that the fire made by the man might extinguish if she stopped even for a moment.

He could create blue flames with his hands without needing flint—a man with a truly astonishing power.

“....”

Throughout the process of preparing the piglet for their next meal, Calix stole glances at her as she did something completely meaningless. Blue flames do not easily extinguish; it is not a common fire. It was pretty obvious that this woman wasn’t quite familiar to the common senses of this world.

He could have told her it was a waste of energy, but Calix hesitated to engage in unnecessary conversation with her. Perhaps that’s why her crouched figure seemed even more pitiable.

‘She is emaciated.’

Heesoo appeared as if she might crumble with a mere touch. Pushing her away earlier, he had felt how incredibly light she was.

He had every opportunity to refuse her just moments ago. There was no reason, in terms of size or strength, that Calix couldn’t do so. Ultimately, allowing her to act in that way was his own decision.

He had surrendered to his instincts, succumbing to his own desire.

In that moment, he was nothing more than an animal in heat.

“Sigh....”

Calix stopped cutting the piglet’s leg and sighed deeply.

To be honest, he had enjoyed it.

Seriously, who wouldn’t? Could anyone with a human body deny those kinds of sensations?

Calix shook his head in disbelief. No one, not even the most virtuous of priests, could have resisted the pleasure she gave.

Those eyes, looking up at him eagerly from below.... Perhaps hoping for pity, but instead, that pitiful and desperate gaze of hers fueled his lust for domination. It drew out his lust to conquer her, to possess her, and to desire her wildly.

As she swallowed his penis, her breasts came into view. The pink nipples on her white skin were also clearly visible.

Calix had never seen a woman naked before.... Until that moment.

He should have averted his eyes, but they were half hidden under her half-torn shirt, which drew his attention and curiosity even more.

He wanted to touch her firm body, with its gentle curves, especially her breasts, at which he was shocked at first glance. It was a part of a body that he also had, but hers looked completely different. Deep pink, like ripe cranberries....

When those ‘beautiful berries’ came into his sight, he turned his head back belatedly, but his heart was already racing like crazy. His whole body was burning hot, especially his stomach, which felt like something heavy was settling in there. The sensation of his penis hardening and growing bigger was so clear.

And it was the first time in his life that a woman’s hand had touched his ‘private part.’ When her delicate, soft hands caressed over his clothes, Calix wanted to pull his trousers off himself. It was so hard to resist.

The moment her tongue touched him....

It was literally an electrifying moment.

Her mouth was so narrow, so moist, so hot. When the wet lips sucked him in deeply, Calix almost fainted.

Recalling the moment, his blood surged, and his stomach clenched. Calix glanced between his legs. His trousers were already bulging.

Thud.

He carelessly set down the dagger he was holding and covered his forehead.

The human body.... What a helpless, vulnerable and fragile thing it could be!

Why couldn’t the body sympathize with the mind of its owner? Or rather, why did those moments keep resurfacing!

He resented his body for betraying his already tormented and troubled mind.

Calix Clovis.

It was a moment of shame for his name, which meant ‘to serve the light’.

His family, the House of Clovis, had protected the Pope from close quarters throughout multiple generations. As a result, Calix had been destined to become a paladin of the Pope from the moment he entered the temple, due to his powerful divine power.

Even after leaving the temple, his noble spirit had never once been tainted.

But now his body was overheated, still feeling her touch lingering around his pelvis, which left him in frustration and sheer discomfort. He hadn’t felt particularly guilty about wet dreams or morning bulges, as they were unconscious events.

However, this time, it was different; he’d enjoyed her touch with a clear will of his own, and he was aroused again as he recalled the pleasure.

He felt ashamed of himself for once disparaging the priests and knights who were expelled for indulging in carnal desires while in the temple. What made him any different from them?

‘Why did I bring her along with me?’

Things would be easier if she wasn’t in his sight. Her constant hovering and furtive glances in his direction made it utterly impossible for him to avert his gaze.