Stigma Effect

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Yuriel woke up to the tickling sensation she felt on her wrist. Someone was holding her hand and rubbing her wrist. The slippery feeling wasn't bad, but her excited body reacted sensitively.

She barely lifted her heavy eyelids and looked around.

“… Lord Raphlet!”

As soon as she opened her eyes, a voice filled with joy burst out at the sight of Raphlet's face. A smile filled her face. Yuriel jumped up to her feet and called to him. Raphlet, who was applying ointment to Yuriel's wrist, said anxiously.

“I haven’t applied all the ointment yet, so stay still.”

“Lord Raphlet, aren’t you tired? I will attend your bath!”

“Yuriel.”

“Oh, it’s already morning. Would you like to eat first? Then, I'll prepare it right away so you can wash and eat... !”

“Yuriel.”

Yuriel tilted her head as Raphlet grabbed her wrist. Raphlet smiled faintly and stroked Yuriel's forehead and said,

“First, you.”

“… me first? That's good too.... Let’s eat first, though.”

“… That's not it. You have to apply the ointment first.”

"Ah."

As soon as she heard Raphlet's words, Yuriel took off the sheet covering her body and threw it away. Raphlet had bit and sucked on her, resulting in her reddened body. In particular, her chest was very swollen. Yuriel, who went up on his thigh without shame, and placed her hand on his broad shoulder, wrinkled the back of her nose, and smiled at the next words. Yuriel, with a modest smile, looked down, and muttered.

“But, Master. It’s standing here....”

“… Do not worry about it."

The moment she pressed her knee to his thigh, his member stood upright. Yuriel, who looked at his manhood that had immediately risen, looked down at Raphlet and lowered her hand. When Yuriel's slender fingers touched it, Raphlet muttered with a stern face.

“What are you doing, Yuriel?”

“Can’t I touch it… ? I’ve been wanting to touch it ever since.”

“Ever since, what do you mean?”

Raphlet asked the question somewhat sharply. It was hard to tell what Yuriel meant when she only said “ever since”.

His sharp voice came out, wondering if she was talking about when she saw someone else's manhood.

Yuriel did not notice Raphlet's sensitive expression and answered slowly.

“The last time you were under an aphrodisiac.”

“… what… ?”

Raphlet, who was about to push Yuriel's hand away, asked with a trembling voice.

“If it’s when I was under an aphrodisiac, you mean right after the Princess’ banquet?”

"Yes. You remembered.”

“How do you know I was under an aphrodisiac?”

Raphlet asked with an ominous feeling. He never told Yuriel that he had been under an aphrodisiac.

“Yes, because I was there.”

“At that time, Yuriel, you were just appearing in my fantasy, but what does that mean…. Don’t tell me, it was not a fantasy....”

“It’s not a fantasy, you did it with me!”

Yuriel's eyes twinkled and she shouted, Raphlet's mind went numb. Barely grasping his mind, he murmured, uncomfortably nervous.

“Then, was that the reason you avoided me when you went on an expedition to the Krug Ruins?”

Yuriel nodded her head as if there was no other reason than that.

"Yes. Even if it was a fantasy, you held me, but there was no reaction.... I thought I couldn't bother Lord Raphlet any more."

“No, Yuriel. The reason I didn't respond is because....”

Raphlet did not speak, but bit his mouth. He was under an aphrodisiac poison, and even before seeing his visions, he always made Yuriel cry in his dreams and hugged her to his heart's content. It happened every day. It was a day like no other for Raphlet.

Unable to explain it, Raphlet bit his lip. Yuriel looked at him, biting his lip. She gently kissed the corner of his lips,smiled quietly and lightly, and said calmly.

"It does not matter. You said you love me. If Lord Raphlet doesn't regret that you held me, that's enough."

Unconditional love poured out into Raphlet. It was the perfect love that he never received from the Grand Ducal couple.

After leaving the Mogris Estate, Raphlet was not welcomed in Albraka.

Albraka's trainees, priests, and nobles of the Imperial Capital were visibly reluctant to accept Raphlet until they realized his usefulness. They were fed up as they could not stand Raphlet’s strong energy, and there were many people who turned away from him.

His status, appearance, and abilities were superior to anyone else, but people considered Raphlet to be strangely uncomfortable. In particular, Helio keeping him in check was severe.

However, when it was revealed that he was the “Saint” from the prophecy, they began to embrace Raphlet's unique aura .

Raphlet's unusual aura is because he is a saint. From that point on, Raphlet became such a being.

Raphlet, who looked at Yuriel's face intently, raised his hand, and embraced her body.

It wasn't about the soft texture of her palms, her slender body, or her good looks. Those are just secondary elements. Yuriel's affection for Raphlet was what was important.

Raphlet could do anything if he could own her for the rest of his life.

Raphlet suppressed the overwhelming emotions and gently embraced Yuriel's body, and Yuriel in his arms moved her waist as if uncomfortable. It was because the erect manhood that touched her bottom occasionally brushed past her lower lips.

It was a position where he could insert himself by just lowering her upright knee.

Yuriel leaned her head in Raphlet’s arms, who was still holding her. She wanted to hug him to match the mood of his serious embrace, but there was a tickling in her abdomen , and an unbearable lust was heating up her body.

Eventually, Yuriel could not bear it and called him.

“Lord Raphlet.”

Raphlet, who heard a determined voice as if she had decided something, turned his head slightly and looked at Yuriel's face.

Yuriel said with a serious expression.

“I’m sorry while you’re holding me, but can I touch it?”

“… No."

"Why!"

Raphlet sighed, holding Yuriel's fingers that were pointing down again, and Yuriel raised her voice as if it was unfair.

“Lord Raphlet even touched mine with your tongue… ! I know how to do it, I mean I got sex education!”

“You’ve done it… ?”

“No, I was just observing. But I'm sure I'll do well. The other sisters told me to lick the pillar with my tongue like this, and put my lips on the top….”

Raphlet held her waist tightly at the sound of a voice that was shaking her waist and shouted unfairly. Yuriel kept her mouth open, showing Raphlet how to move her tongue.

Her bright red tongue moved seductively. Raphlet said, resisting the urge to press her lips against his manhood.

“You should rest today. I can't stand it when you touch it."

“Why are you holding it in? I want to do more... . Oh, are you having a hard time?”

Raphlet fastened his waist, and Yuriel, who couldn't move, grabbed his shoulders and asked with a voice full of worry, and eyes turned to Raphlet.

"That’s right…. Lord Raphlet just returned from a subjugation. Of course it must be difficult, but I only think of myself….”

The voice was sympathizing with Raphlet.

"Yes. Lord Raphlet. I'll wait until you can! I’m happy whenever Lord Raphlet comes!”

Despite what happened last night, Yuriel was worried about Raphlet's stamina. Raphlet, who stopped her hand thinking about Yuriel's body, felt a little vague.

“I forgot that men said two or three times was the limit. They said that if the men did too much, his stamina would weaken and he might collapse.... Wait, what we did last night is more than three times!”

Yuriel, who had put her fingers in front of Raphlet, was speechless, suddenly grabbed his cheeks with a pale, tired face.

Yuriel, who turned his face here and there as if examining Raphlet's complexion, asked with a weeping face.

“Are you okay, Lord Raphlet?! Do you think you will collapse? If you are feeling dizzy right now....”

“… Yuriel. I was worried about you so I tried not to do it. Look, it's still swollen."

“Uhk….”

Raphlet sighed and lightly traced Yuriel's lower lips. A sound that resembled a moan came out of Yuriel's lips as if it was painful even with a light touch.

“Wa, uhh, heuk…. Lord Raphlet, wait.... Ah… !”

“If you can’t stand this, what are you going to do?”

"Ahh… !”

Raphlet pressed the sensitive nub through her swollen folds and pushed one of his fingers in. The swollen inner walls tightly wrapped around Raphlet's finger.

Yuriel, startled by the sudden intrusion, hugged Raphlet's head and moaned. She felt her inner walls burning as his finger pushed in. As he bent his finger inside, she felt an unbearable pain.

Yuriel cried and said.

“Uhh, it hurts… .”

"Yes, I know."

“I was wrong…. Please bear with me today, Lord Raphlet.”

"Yes."

Raphlet rubbed the hot inner walls with his finger, then pulled his finger out of her.

Yuriel exhaled a breath and collapsed onto Raphlet's shoulders.

Yuriel, who had been holding her breath for a while, pleaded with a weeping voice.

“Well, then, can we just kiss, Lord Raphlet?”

It was a voice full of desire. Raphlet sighed and laid Yuriel's body down on the bed.

He kissed Yuriel's lips deeply, taking care not to touch her lower body, and a satisfied breath escaped from between their lips.