{ELSY}
"What the—?!" I yelped as the air shimmered around us. A glowing barrier sprang up, stretching out in a full hundred-meter radius, sealing us inside like a giant glowing fishbowl.
I blinked. "A . . . a barrier?"
It shimmered faintly, almost like glass, with little sparkles floating across it. Nobody outside would see in. Nobody outside would hear.
It was . . . private.
Very, very private.
"Ohhh no," I squeaked, pressing my hands to my burning cheeks. It—it's for privacy, isn't it?! The system actually gave us . . . a-a private space . . . to do something like that?!"
I slapped my forehead. Of course. A magical chastity-curtain. How thoughtful.
I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself. This system is a pervert!
B-but . . .
"R-release . . . ," I whispered, my voice trembling as my eyes—without my permission—slid downward.
I froze. My whole body jolted like lightning had struck me.
Rain's cock.
It was straining hard against his pants, the thick outline so shamelessly visible I nearly choked on my own breath.
It was big—really big. Beastkin, of course. Of course it had to be because he was beastkin.
My face ignited red.
"I-idiot! Where the hell are you looking at?!" Rain rasped, his voice ragged, panicked even, as his hand slapped down to cover himself. His usually icy-blue eyes were glazed, his jaw tight, his whole face flushed crimson.
I burst into heat too, my whole body betraying me.
Watching him like this—so strong and cold usually, but now defenseless, desperate, weak right before me—made something coil hot and tight in my stomach.
My legs squeezed together as a dangerous warmth dripped between my core.
"Ahhh . . . y-you . . . this curse . . ."
"Don't you think I know that already?" Rain growled through gritted teeth, his chest heaving. "And how the hell did you know about that curse?!"
Should I tell him?
Tell him what, exactly?
That I have a Lewd Dungeon System glued to my eyeballs like an annoying spirit?
Yeah… no. Absolutely not.
"I—I'm a healer," I stammered, trying to sound confident. "Even though I'm low rank, I can tell you're cursed."
Lie.
"A-and… I'm not sure what kind of curse it is."
Another lie.
Normally, Rain could sniff out lies faster than he could glare someone into silence.
But right now?
He looked so wrecked, so overheated, so out of it…
I doubted he could focus on anything except the fire burning inside him.
"We—we have to remove it," I stammered.
"I'm trying! I have an S-rank passive that repels curses, but it's not working!"
I gulped. My hands clenched in my lap. My whole body screamed at me to stop, but—Rain needed me. If I didn't act, he could . . . he could really . . .
I inhaled sharply, summoning every ounce of courage. "U-uhm. I . . . I have a special skill. It can detect the curse and tell me how to remove it."
Rain's burning eyes snapped to me. His glare could have cut stone.
"T-the only way for you to survive . . . isbyrelease."
The words tumbled out in a rush, my entire head steaming like a boiling kettle. So embarrassing!
His pupils slit dangerously, beastkin instincts flashing like he was deciding whether to kill me now or later. If he wasn't weakened, I had no doubt I'd already be a corpse.
"Are you insane?!"
"T-that's the only way, Rain!" My voice cracked. "Don't worry! I'll . . . I'll help you! If we can't remove this curse, you'll die! You must feel it, right? The curse is eating your strength! Your skills, your spells, your items—none of them work!"
Rain's jaw locked. He looked like he wanted to roar in my face, but his body betrayed him. His breath hitched. His hands trembled where they gripped his knees.
I swallowed hard, leaning closer, determined. "You can kill me after, but I have to save you now."
I reached for his belt. My hand hovered, shaking . . . then—smack!
His palm slapped mine away.
I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut, waiting for his rage. But when I dared to peek, he wasn't glaring at me. His eyes darted away, his face burning even redder than before. His voice was low, shaky, almost . . . embarrassed.
"I'll . . . do it myself. Just . . . go over there and give me some damn privacy."
"U-uhm . . . b-but . . ." I fumbled, pointing at the glowing text only I could see. "T-the mission says I should help you."
"What?!" His head whipped around, eyes sharp despite the feverish glaze.
I squeaked and scrambled backward, my hands raised like I was surrendering. "O-okay, okay! I'll just . . . sit over here then! Right here!"
I plopped against the nearest wall, peeking through my fingers as his shoulders stiffened.
"Turn around, damn it!" Rain snarled, voice hoarse.
"R-right!" I squeaked, spinning on my heel so fast I almost tripped.
I stood there stiff as a statue, facing the shimmering barrier. My heart was hammering like crazy, my ears twitching at every sound behind me. This is torture! Pure torture!
I couldn't see him, but I could hear everything. The ragged breaths. The low groans. The soft, wet sounds. My imagination was doing backflips, conjuring images so vivid I nearly combusted on the spot.
"R-Rain . . . are you done?" I asked, voice squeaky. It had already been five minutes. My palms were sweating. "You're not . . . dying, are you?"
I risked a peek over my shoulder—
And instantly my soul left my body.
Rain had turned away from me, but his posture was unmistakable. His tall, lean frame was hunched over, his arm moving in jerky, desperate motions. The air around him was thick with heat, like a furnace.
"W-why . . . why isn't it working . . ." he panted, voice breaking. His back muscles trembled as he fought to keep himself upright.
"E-EHHH?!" I screeched, the system's countdown flashing in my eyes.
I bolted toward him—but froze mid-step.
He had slumped to his side now, one hand bracing against the floor, the other still working his huge, glistening cock.
His masked was remove, revealing his handsome face. His eyes were unfocused, feverish, his lips bleeding from bitten too hard. A thin line of saliva slid from the corner of his mouth as he tried—so hard—not to let a sound escape.
My legs turned to jelly. Heat spiked through me, flooding my stomach, my thighs. My heart did a somersault.
Oh gods . . .
Something wet burst out of me without warning. My knees pressed together as I gasped.
"D-Did I just . . . ?" I whispered, mortified.
This sight. This sound. This smell. It was going to kill me first before the curse could take his life!