The Acolyte of Spirits and Curses

Klein stared at her in amazement "...You’re serious?"

Eleanor nodded gently, "I am. I thought about it already... more than you think."

She exhaled lightly before continuing, "I know I don’t have the right to demand anything from you."

Her gaze lowered for a brief second, then lifted again, meeting his eyes directly.

"I’m not asking you to choose right now. You said you need time, and that’s fair."

Her shoulders relaxed just a little as she spoke.

"I just... didn’t want to hide it."

Klein let out a slow breath and ran a hand through his hair.

’She sounds sincere, which makes it hard to dismiss her. And she is even okay with me having many girlfriends...?’

Klein’s eyes flickered toward the room again, looking at the broken table, shattered ornaments, and torn curtains.

"...You really lost control."

Eleanor’s cheeks flushed faintly again, and she looked away with a small cough.

"I told you, it was only for a short while."

Klein raised an eyebrow slightly "A short while did all this?"

"...Don’t make fun of me," she muttered under her breath with a slight pout.

A faint smile touched Klein’s lips.

Eleanor noticed it, and something in her expression eased even further.

She stepped back slightly, "I’ll clean this up," she said, gesturing lightly around the room.

"You can sit if you want... or leave, if you have things to do."

He looked at her, noticing the faint redness in her eyes and muttered "...I’ll stay for a bit."

Eleanor blinked once, clearly not expecting that.

Then a small, quiet smile appeared on her lips.

"...Okay."

Klein walked past her and sat down on the couch again, carefully shifting aside a broken piece of wood from the table before leaning back slightly.

Eleanor moved without another word, kneeling near the overturned table as she began picking up the scattered pieces.

After a few moments, Klein spoke again "...You don’t have to clean everything right now."

Eleanor paused briefly, her fingers still holding a shard of broken ornament.

"It’s fine," she replied softly. "If I leave it like this, it’ll just bother me."

She set the piece aside and stood up, brushing her hands lightly before glancing at him.

’No way I am missing a chance to show off how good of a wife I can be and that I can do domestic work.’

’I need to show him I’m not some rich arrogant saintess who was spoiled in the Church.’

’Phew... I need to show my responsible side, muhehehehe.’

After a while, she finished gathering the larger pieces and placed them aside, then walked toward the window and adjusted the torn curtain, securing it loosely so it wouldn’t hang completely off.

When she was done, she turned back toward him.

"...You said you have three girlfriends. Can you tell me about them."

With a chuckle, he spoke "Well... two of them are my childhood friends whom I grew up with."

"They are really attached to me and love me so much."

"As for the third one... well, she loves me to death."

Eleanor’s eyes softened slightly and she walked to him "I see."

She sat beside him on the couch, close enough that she could feel the faint warmth coming from him, and muttered softly, "I hope I can meet them someday."

For a moment, she simply looked at him.

Her breath stilled just slightly as her eyes traced his facial features... the calm sharpness of his gaze and the faint warmth in his expression that only appeared in small moments.

’Why is he so... ridiculously handsome...?’

Her heartbeat skipped slightly, though she kept her expression composed on the outside.

’This is unfair... how does someone look even better this close...?’

’His eyes... his jaw... even the way he just sits there...’

Her fingers curled slightly against her lap as she tried to maintain her composure.

’Calm down... don’t stare...’

As she looked at his face upclose again, her mind exploded.

’WHAT IS THIS-’

’WHY IS HE THIS HOT-’

She was screaming in her head now.

’CALM DOWN MY HEART!’

As her eyes drifted toward his lips again, her thoughts spiraled.

’Damn it, damn it, damn it...’

They were right there, so close to her that she could clearly see the faint texture of them, the relaxed curve, and that alone made something in her tighten unexpectedly.

’Why do they look so...’

Her breath hitched slightly before she could even finish the thought and she tried to pull herself back, but her gaze refused to move immediately.

’This is bad... I want to kiss him again.’

The longer she looked, the worse it got.

’I want to kiss them...’

She tried to steady herself and force her gaze away, but instead it stayed on his lips ’I want to bite them...’

Her heart skipped again, and her breathing is subtly uneven now despite how still she looked on the outside, and her composure was hanging by a thread as her thoughts spiraled further.

’Fuck... I want to masturbate to him right now or else I will explode.’

She swallowed faintly, and her grip tightened slightly against her own lap as she forced herself to calm down.

’Calm down... just calm down...’

But even as she told herself that, her gaze flickered back again, betraying her completely.

’I want to devour him...’

Klein turned to look at her and was dumbfounded to look at the strange look in her eyes.

"...Eleanor?"

The sound of his voice snapped her out of it.

Her eyes widened slightly as she realized what she had been doing.

She immediately pulled back and stood up from the couch, taking a step away from him.

"...I uhh-"

She stopped herself, taking a small breath, trying to steady her voice.

Her gaze avoided his eyes for a moment before she finally spoke again, forcing her tone to stay composed.

"...You should go."

Klein frowned in confusion, clearly caught off guard.

Eleanor turned slightly, brushing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear as if to distract herself.

"It’s late. You’ve already stayed long enough."

Klein looked at her for a moment, "...Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow."

She nodded her head "Mhm. Goodnight, Klein."

There was a small pause after that.

Klein remained still for a moment longer before letting out a faint breath.

"...Alright."

He didn’t push further.

He stood up from the couch, giving her one last look before turning toward the door.

He reached for the handle, paused for a second, then opened the door and stepped out.

Eleanor stood there for a few seconds after he left.

The moment the door fully closed and his presence faded down the corridor, the last thread of her self-control snapped.

In the next instant she rushed to her bedroom, shutting the door harder than necessary.

Her hands moved frantically, and she pulled off her clothes and underclothes in a messy sequence, tossing them aside without care for where they landed.

She climbed onto the mattress and lay back.

One hand slid down her stomach and between her thighs.

The moment her fingers touched her pussy, a soft, shaky breath escaped her lips.

She was already wet. Embarrassingly so.

Her fingertips glided through the slickness as she began to stroke her pussy.

’Klein...’

She remembered the brief kiss from earlier, the feeling of his mouth against hers, and her fingers pressed more firmly against her clit.

"Haa... nnh..."

Her other hand rose to her breast, squeezing the soft flesh as she continued rubbing between her legs.

She turned her face into the pillow, trying to muffle the soft moans that kept escaping.

Her hips began to move in small, involuntary rolls against her hand as the tension coiled tighter around her pussy.

’His lips... I wanted to kiss them again...’

’I wanted to bite them..."

Her free hand pinched and rolled one nipple, adding sharp sparks of sensation that made her back arch off the bed.

"Klein... haa... Klein-"

Her thighs trembled and the wet sounds grew louder.

’I want him... I want him so much it’s disgusting...’

A sharper moan broke from her throat as her fingers curled against the right spot inside.

Her toes curled into the sheets, and her breathing turned into short, uneven gasps.

Then the climax hit.

Eleanor’s back arched, and a choked cry was muffled against the pillow as her pussy clenched tightly around her fingers.

Clear fluid slicked her hand and the sheets beneath her as her thighs shook uncontrollably.

It took several long seconds before the orgasm began to fade.

She collapsed back against the mattress with her fingers still weakly pressed between her legs as aftershocks twitched through her.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

A deep flush covered her face, neck, and the upper part of her breasts.

Blonde hair stuck slightly to her damp forehead and cheeks.

For a while she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.

"...I’m going crazy," she whispered hoarsely to the empty room.

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