Vol. 1 Chapter 4.5

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Was the pleasure he felt now truly because of the spell she cast?

If so, Lulu would have made a move on him. The opportunity was always there, at any moment.

But whenever Lulu teased him, she withdrew as if she had no interest in going further. That tormented Ervandas even more.

Why? Why didn't she want more?

"To live a pious, devout, and faithful life...so that..."

His recitation now stumbled worse than when he first encountered the prayer. In distress, he tried to recall memories of his simple and virtuous life in the temple, struggling to suppress the rising heat in his body. However, the moment a refreshing breeze swept through the forest, carrying the scent of blossoming wildflowers, he no longer recited the prayer.

The fragrance belonged to Lulu, who roamed the forest every day. That redolence had lingered in his arms just a moment ago.

"Ah..."

Ervandas lowered his head, gripping himself below. His penis pressed against his pants with an intimidating force, as if it could tear through them any moment. He needed to regain composure. All these emotions were but passing temptations. Wasn't a life of serenity and apathy the ultimate paradise he longed for?

Yet.

"Hngh."

Ervandas pulled down his pants and gripped his own with a trembling hand. The tip of his cock was wet with a clear fluid that seemed to have been leaking since his dream. The throbbing shaft under the moonlight embodied the very desire he had despised so much.

He moved his hand slowly, feeling a ravenous desire stirring within.

He was no stranger to masturbation.

Ervandas was a physically healthy young man, and it was not uncommon for his body to act against his own will in the early morning hours.

A healthy body couldn't easily dispel its lust. If he waited for it to subside, he would be exposing himself, in a disgraceful state, to the other knights who walked on the path to God.

Therefore, unable to bear the gazes of others, Ervandas decided to commit a sin known only to God.

The moment he made up his mind, strength surged into his hesitant hand. That day, he stayed in the bathroom longer than usual. And much more later, on a night when the knights shared candid stories after having narrowly escaped death from a powerful demon, he realized he was not alone in committing such a transgression and there were many ways to get rid of lust quickly.

Ervandas hesitated for a moment, then grasped his penis with the other hand. Even with large hands, he couldn't fully cover the length of his member.

Both hands swiftly moved up and down, creating a provocative sound that echoed through the forest. Amidst the buzzing sounds of mating insects, he made a lonely and lewd sound without a counterpart.

Tak, tak, tak. As his hands moved faster, his penis grew even harder. With each movement, the throbbing shaft, adorned with prominent veins, was so rigid that if he were to release it, it would forcefully collide with his belly.

"Uh... Ah..."

In the past, whenever he masturbated, he would succumb to a dreadful and sinful feeling. It was so shameful that tears welled up due to his self-disgust. But why, now...

Ervandas slowly adjusted the speed of his hand. A languid breath escaped his lips. His entire body grew taut with a sensitivity that even the gentle touch of a passing insect could make him flinch.

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