Chapter 21: Confession And Confessional(18+)

Chapter 21: Confession And Confessional(18+)

After Raven–the new leader of the group, went missing on a day his party was supposed to farm their guild rank; Amedith decided to seize the opportunity to confess his love to Mel as everyone was off doing their own thing.

"Hmm?" Her head tilted to the side, Mel stared curiously at Amedith with her sparkling ruby eyes. "You still haven't told me why you brought me here. Is there something special today?"

Inspecting the decorated dining with golden pillars standing tall, her curiosity grew further under the flickering lights of numerous glass chandeliers. A hint of elegance trailed around the place, and the carpeted red floor only polished things further.

"I-I..." Curling up his fingers Amedith gathered his courage and looked up to Mel's face. Fairer than any with a rosy flush to her cheeks, she appeared like a cupid. And with a tiara of flowers on her crown as well as the elven white dress laden on her body, she felt and seemed no different to him than the goddess herself. But alas, it was time to get things out or this trip to an expensive diner would've been for nothing.

Watching Amedith furling up the tablecloth with his fingers curled, Mel took a sip of her bubbling wine–waiting for him to finally answer her. Cheêck out latest novels at novelhall.com

"We've been together since as long as I can remember and..." Holding his shivering right hand forward, the Hero took a gulp and looked her right in the eye. "I've always loved you, ever since the start."

Freezing to those words with the wine glass touching her lips, Mel's eyes widened with surprise even though she knew this day was coming. Feeling unsure by the sudden confession, she didn't know what to say.

"Amedith, I..." Putting down the glass, she looked down over to his hand extended in her direction. It was clear that he wanted her to hold it if she felt the same or else let him know what she thought of him.

"I don't know, this is a bit sudden," looking away for a spell, she shook her head as if to brush off the effects of alcohol that was blinding her judgment.

"Oi, answer me you bimbo..." Slipping out of bed, Aria moved closer to the wheezing priestess. Stopping right beside her, she watched as her chest rose up high, nearly knocking off the button on her striped blue nightdress. "Gods, don't tell me you've been seriously working that fever since yesterday."

"S-shut u-up..." Erica sighed, a cold bead of her own sweat making her shiver.

Rolling her eyes to the priestess, Aria couldn't help airing complaints.

"Get over it, sex is normal, okay? People cheat all the time, and if your body breaks into sweats after just listening to that stuff, you probably shouldn't go into that confessional at all," her complaints were valid and the priestess knew it, but having had this conversation often since they shared the room, Erica knew exactly what her next words were gonna be. "Besides you don't have to abstain after all that, just use your fingers for a bit, maybe a toy? I heard the succubus's maze has plenty or better yet get a guy and spread those legs of yours, I bet it's drier than a well in a desert down there. Let a guy pitch it with some liquid."

"Stop!" Being fed those thoughts, Erica shook her head left and right trying to drive them all away.

Rolling her eyes to her childish view of the world, Aria leaned closer to her ears to whisper something in a tease.

"I bet Mel and Amedith are doing it behind our backs too, why else would they go missing right now?" Breathing into the priestess's ears, Aria muffled a laugh and continued. "Even the goddess rode her lover like a cow before she gave birth to our world, didn't she?"

Shrinking more and more into her blanket, Erica covered her ears to shield herself from the blasphemy Aria had made up by twisting the text of origin; and yet as the day went on the prospect of at least touching herself for the first time grew more and more inviting.

'No! No! No!' Screaming inside her head, she kept those urges in check, however with confessional duty set to every week's end, she knew it was only a matter of time before those feelings returned.