RD | Chapter 59

“What are you… please… go away.”

As Keith bit his lip in a plea, his usually impassive face twisted in agony, losing its usual stoic strength.

How old is he anyway?

Ian thought unexpectedly.

A Holy Knight revered by all, known not just for his strength but for his self-control. Ian hadn’t really wondered about his personal details before, given Keith’s formidable reputation. It seemed unimportant. Yet now, seeing Keith in such distress, he appeared younger and more vulnerable, almost like an ordinary person.

“How old are you?”

“What?”

Keith blinked, his soaked lashes glistening a deep gold. Ian was getting frustrated.

“Your age!”

“Twenty-four…? But please, Lord Ian, hurry…”

Twenty-four?

Ian was shocked. That was still college age. He was three years younger than himself. To think he was just a kid…

As Keith made another move to stab himself, Ian reflexively stopped him. Ian’s hand was covered in blood.

“Ouch!”

“Lord Ian!”

Keith’s hands trembled as he barely managed to cast a healing spell to mend Ian’s wound.

It was only a shallow cut, yet it hurt so much. How much self-harm had Keith inflicted on himself?

Just imagining the pain made Ian feel a twinge of it himself.

Do I really need to go this far?

But if he didn’t, this kid might actually kill himself.

Ian’s eyes teared up.

Is this really the right thing to do?

He wasn’t sure. But he removed his hand from Keith’s.

“…Huh!”

Keith clutched at his heart and collapsed forward, right into Ian’s arms, pinning him down.

Even so, Keith gasped out a word.

“…Go…”

“Just heal yourself…”

Ian’s voice broke with a sob.

He really didn’t want to do this. It didn’t seem right. He wasn’t even sure what would happen to himself…

But Ian had made up his mind.

Am I really ready?

He wasn’t sure.

Whatever happened now, he couldn’t help it. Keith’s body convulsed several times then suddenly stopped.

Ding!
[Belial’s Curse (S)]
Turns the cursed into a slave of their desires.

The status window popped up as if reminding him, but tears blurred the text. Ian quickly dismissed it.

I know that…

What Ian didn’t understand was how to resolve these desires.

Keith’s expression blanked out again, and he sighed softly. As a faint light shone, his movements visibly softened.

He had healed himself.

The next moment, Keith forcefully spread Ian’s legs. Ian jerked in response and grabbed at Keith’s arms, but there was no stopping him with his own strength.

What kind of arms are these…?

They were like stones. Ian was still reeling from the shock when Keith fixed his gaze between Ian’s legs.

Ian knew what was there!

What all men had, but why was he staring like it was something fascinating? Ian really wanted to ask.

But Keith’s depravities didn’t stop there. He brought his holy face close and started to lick below Ian’s testicles.

“You’re insane…!”

Ian covered his mouth. The madman was gnawing there as if chewing, slurping wetly.

Each touch sounded like a kiss, and Ian couldn’t bear it without covering his ears.

But if he didn’t cover his mouth, he might scream.

He had only two hands; what was he supposed to block?

Ian turned his head away.

“Please look at me. Don’t look away.”

Keith pleaded. Ian wondered if he had regained his senses, so he looked at him. His pupils were still red.

Keith met his gaze, smiled faintly as if satisfied, then lowered his head and started licking Ian’s buttocks.

Why is he smiling like that, damn he’s handsome…

“Haah!”

A scream escaped Ian involuntarily.

And what kind of scream was ‘Haah’? What kind of yell was that?

“Aah! Don’t, not there, hieek!” Keith licked him from behind. He instinctively knew where to satisfy his desires.

Ian had forgotten his resolve not to use on Keith and began casting the skill again. Each time, Keith felt a flash before his eyes and a refreshing sensation in his head, making Ian’s form even clearer to him.

The sight of him gasping in tears was almost too much…

Excitement surged, making him forget what he was supposed to be doing. Focusing only on his actions.

This person.

Shameless, strong, incredible, this cute person.

He seemed to want to hear him cry out again…

His tongue entered Ian.

“You’re crazy…!”

Ian tried to kick Keith’s face away, but he couldn’t muster any strength below his waist.

“Ah! Aaah! You, you…”

You should thank the game developers for making such a face…

Ian sobbed.

If it weren’t for that face, he wouldn’t have tolerated this nonsense for a second.

“Uaah!”

What was entering him now?

A finger?

Ian kept screaming.

“Just a moment, I’m sorry. I’ll make it not hurt.” Keith apologized.

“Stop it, don’t do it if you can just stop, uuuugh…”

“I’m sorry.”

But looking at Keith’s earnest, holy face, it didn’t seem like he was doing anything wrong; it appeared he just wanted to purify. Ian, with tears streaming down his face, thought maybe a bit more might bring him back to his senses.

He wrapped his arms around Keith’s back and fervently pumped more skill into him.

And Keith was diligently doing something else below.

Squeak, squeak, squeak…

For a while, only the sounds of flesh and sticky fluids meeting filled the air. Ian tried desperately to ignore them. But he couldn’t ignore the next thing Keith said.

“It seems ready. It’s soft inside…”

“What?”

“Do you see? Three fingers are in.” Ian didn’t want to see that!

“I can’t see, no, it’s not in!”

“It’s already in.”

“It’s not!”

“I think more can fit. Oh, Lord Ian…”

“It can’t come in! Ah…!”

Ian shook his head in denial, but his resistance was futile. Keith felt that Ian was already sufficiently relaxed inside.

And Ian felt the same.

How could a bit of licking and fingering make him soft inside? Was that part of him always like this? Was this game actually an adult game? Should the developers wake up? These crazy people, what weird gimmick did they add for their paycheck?!

Besides, they were outdoors! He could even feel the rustling of dry leaves beyond the cloak.

Is this really insane?

As Ian shook his head, Keith moved closer. He felt Keith’s body overlapping with his. Ian’s legs were spread to their limits, and Keith’s lower body entered.

“Don’t, it’s not okay?”

“It seems it will be fine. Lord Ian, you excel at everything, don’t you?”

“No! I’m bad at everything! …Ah!”

“Uh…”

It entered.

Something unimaginable in size was stretching him inside, entering deeper.

It progressed inch by inch, filling Ian inside.

Tears fell from Ian’s eyes, and he couldn’t see Keith’s face anymore.

“Ugh…”

“Breathe…” Ian tried to do just that.

“Uh, hic! Haa…”

Only breathless sounds came out.

“Just a bit more… let go…”

“I can’t…”

“It’s okay. Just a little more…”

As Ian shook his head, Keith moved deeper and deeper. Ian couldn’t tell how far he intended to go.

Despite the agonizing pain, Ian had something he wanted to say as he gasped.

“You know… once this is over… you’re going to die…”

“I feel like I might die now… it’s too much…”

Keith’s words broke off, indicating he was also in pain. Then he babbled something…

“Shut up, please…”

“You always say what you want to me… and ask me to stay quiet… I have a mouth too…”

Then Keith kissed him.

Who said you didn’t have a mouth, did anyone ask you to check that…

Ian thought, but the tongue exploring his mouth was too sweet. The tears pooled in his eyes finally fell.

That moment, a strange pleasure surged through Ian’s mind.

“Uhuh?!”