Event Side Story - Chapter 5

His paradoxical attitude, which becomes more at ease when he crosses the line rather than trying to stay within it, is irritating.

I couldn’t just let myself be the only one suffering, and I couldn’t hold back my impulse.

As I approached him, our legs crossed and tangled. I intentionally pressed my body tightly against his. My thigh fit perfectly between his legs without any gaps.

His gaze wavered with confusion. His Adam’s apple rose and fell as if he were swallowing something. His reaction was honest.

I gently caressed his shoulder while subtly pressing down below.

“If you're going to do it, do it properly..."

My words were taken by him.

His lips, which had been tempting me for a while, devoured mine. Before he could seduce me to eat him, he couldn't hold back his own hunger and pounced on me.

The hand supporting the back of my head was respectful yet firm. It mimicked a gentleman's touch, but the intent was unwholesome. It was to fix me in place so I would fully accept the kisses he was pouring on me.

He pressed his body into mine. Through the thigh I had slipped between his legs, I could feel his strong leg muscles, and the rough rising and falling of his chest conveyed the excitement of his ribcage. And in the center, it felt as if the heat was being squashed.

I embraced his neck with both arms, as if welcoming the sensation.

Through the perfectly matched lips, a warm and soft sensation deeply invaded. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

His tongue, which usually only spoke refined words, now desperately and recklessly traced my teeth and stirred my gums. Not satisfied with that, he bound my tongue and pulled it toward his, begging me to love him just as he loved me.

It became an unbearable feeling. I slipped the hand that had been clinging to him down to his neck.

I opened his neatly fastened collar and slid down. His upper body, tightly trapped in black attire, was revealed, defying chastity. Of course, there was also a leather belt crossing his taut chest.

The breaths we exchanged near each other’s noses became sticky and rough.

My right hand began to slowly trace his chest and upper body. Downward, further downward.

“Ha... Stop.”

My wrist was grabbed and held back.

But the trembling look in his eyes was betraying.

There was a perfect justification to rationalize the situation. For him, and for me.

“Where do you plan to go like this?”

I couldn’t let my husband roam around in such a dangerous state. After all, this was his harem.

In the end, the warmth below him overwhelmed him. The strength gripping my wrist melted away, and he allowed me.

While the heat below began to cool, his face tightened in discomfort, his lips pressed together as his expression crumpled. Even this loss of composure was irresistibly attractive.

His large hand, clenched with great force, trembled, unable to reach me. As if touching me would cross another line.

He pressed against the walls of my face with his forearm and held on. In the disarrayed posture, a long sigh escaped his neck, repeating like a moan.

✠

<Ah, Demon Couple Guests! You really enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?>

The demon rabbit doll, who had been eyeing our disheveled clothes, flashed a smile.

Tesilid turned around shyly and fixed his clothes. His hands fumbled a few times, as though they were slipping.

<If you were going to do this, you might as well have completed the mission from earlier. The space is cramped, but you could have turned around and leaned against the wall...>

“Shut up.”

Tesilid, now properly dressed, turned back toward me. He appeared mostly fine, but the tips of his ears, visible through his silver hair, were flushed.

“Are you okay?”

“...Better than before.”

I had experimented inside, and it seemed the Pure Flame debuff couldn’t be healed by my divine power.

It looked like, just like before, it would subside if I released it little by little.

Tesilid covered his mouth and spoke.

“Let’s finish this mission quickly before I lose control again.”

We moved according to the arrow signs.

The next location was a small bedroom. Around the prominent black bed, stained glass windows, a silver candelabra dimly lit, and bowls containing holy oil were arranged as props to match the religious theme of the room.

<Yawn. You've come this far already. I thought you would spend a day in the Confession Room.>

A demon rabbit doll, this time olive-colored, emerged from under the bed, pulling back the sheets.

<This is the wedding hall. We’re performing a necessary sacrament for the incubus guest here. Please come and sit, incubus guest.>

“What else are you going to make us do...?”

<Haha, it’s fine. It’ll be over soon.>

I didn’t believe the demon’s comforting words, but there was no other choice.

Tesilid cooperatively sat on the bed.

<What you need to do now is the sacrament of healing the sick. For more details, please check the mission card, succubus guest.>

Four cards were pushed in front of me, carrying a heavy burden.

‘Oh, my god!’

I called upon my god and selected a card.

[ Warning! You have drawn a 19+ mission!]

Bind the patient to the bed and do whatever you want with them...

As soon as I read the first line, I crumpled the card in my hand.

[‘The Language of the World’ turns away in embarrassment.]

It seemed my god had no power in this direction.

<You've drawn an intermediate-level mission.>

“I’ll draw again.”

<You’re aiming for a higher level, huh? Alright, it’ll be 50 gold coins.>

“It was 5 coins earlier, though?”

While I rummaged through my inventory to control my anger, Tesilid called out to me, “Hey, wait.”

“What are you going to do if a more obscene mission comes up? Wouldn't this one be better?”

“If you see the content, you won't say that.”

I showed him the card, which contained instructions to treat him roughly and violently.

“...”

Unlike me, Tesilid, who read the mission carefully to the end, had a frozen expression.

The only movement in his handsome face was the violently shaking of his eyes.

He took a deep breath, causing his chest to rise, and then spoke.

“Wait, give me... time to prepare my heart...”

“Even if you don't ask.”

As long as I am here, my husband's life genre doesn’t include destruction, restraint, or imprisonment.

Anyway, I used the demon’s gold to draw again. And I called upon my god once more.

To grant us the debuff that suited our situation.

‘Goddess of the Eye of Delusion!’

[ Notification: You have drawn an all-age mission!]

Hold hands tightly and pray.

[‘The Language of the World’ looks disappointed.]

<Oh my! This level hasn’t been seen since the theme park opened! Truly the worst of luck!>

I chased away the demon rabbit doll, who was trying to force a re-draw. Thankfully, Tesilid and I were now alone on the bed, but it was an all-age mission anyway.

“Terry, give me your hand.”

“Okay.”

“May the god drive the impure energy from your body and restore your health...”

As it was a simple mission, it was done quickly, and the stamp was immediately placed on the tour card.

“Is this... really it?”

“It seems so. Terry, how’s your body?”

I asked, hoping that maybe the Pure Flame debuff had disappeared.

“I’m not sure.”

Tesilid answered with discomfort. It was then.

[ Warning: Your partner’s debuff is transferring to you.]

[ Warning: You have contracted the status ailment ‘Pure Flame’!]

Huh? What?

The impact on my body came a beat later.

‘Hah!’

A strange and burning sensation began to torment me. I couldn’t stay still; a strange impulse to grab something tightly and hold onto it overtook me.

This vague desire gradually began to take shape.

“Ah...”

Tesilid, seeming to realize something, let out a small exhale.

His deep, low voice, which usually sounded calm, now seemed unbearably stimulating to me. My breath and heartbeat were immediately thrown off.

‘This... is the Pure Flame debuff...!’

Tesilid, did you hold back all this time?

I felt a surge of respect for his self-restraint.

I tried not to look at Tesilid. I had to avoid the sinful thoughts that kept flooding into my mind.

Unaware of my inner struggle, Tesilid said something annoying.

“I’ll take back what I said earlier. I feel so much better now.”

Of course, it was thanks to my sacrifice.

“Let’s go get the sixth stamp. Quickly.”

Except for the hidden mission whose contents were still unknown, only the final mission remained.

If I quickly completed the next mission, which was also all-age, I would be able to endure it. I became a hopeful optimist and hurried my steps.

✠

Following the arrow signs, we descended a spiral staircase. Torches on the stone walls danced loudly, greeting us.

“Could it be...”

Tesilid squinted. Half of his face was shadowed, revealing his discomfort, yet his handsome features emitted a subtle decadence...

‘Get it together, me!’

Anyway, since this theme park was modeled after the Holy Office, Tesilid seemed to have some idea of the destination.

As for me, it was an unfamiliar place. The quest log simply listed it as a "Secret Basement."

As they say, seeing is believing, and soon enough, the staircase ended, and a vile room greeted us.

‘Just a single chair? Wait a second, I think I see strange tools behind that curtain...’

As I was busy scanning the environment...

Clank! Thud!

A thick iron door slammed down behind us, blocking the exit. We were trapped.

“The door doesn’t «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» move at all, kid.”