A Fallen Holy Knight Is Obsessed With Me (12 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
Lion, as always, had another intense and long day today.
He rose at dawn, finished his personal training, attended a ceremony for ordinary worshippers at the Grand Temple in the morning, and spent the entire afternoon instructing junior knights at the Holy Knight Order’s training grounds.
Because his schedule was so packed, he skipped meals—as usual.
In truth, the schedule was merely an excuse; recently, he had drastically reduced how much he ate.
When his stomach was full and energy remained, those dreadful symptoms appeared even more frequently.
That accursed desire—the world suddenly turning blood-red, and an unbearable yearning welling up within him like a vampire starved for blood.
At first, when the symptoms began, he didn’t even know what that yearning truly was.
He thought it was merely some kind of fever, believing his holy power would be sufficient to heal it.
Yet whenever those symptoms arose, his holy power proved utterly useless.
And it wasn’t just his holy power.
His famed self-control, patience, and willpower—everything lauded by others—became powerless before that craving.
He first realized the true nature of that yearning when, weakened from enduring the fever, Lion visited the temple’s healer.
“Captain, are you alright?”
Before the healer arrived, a novice acolyte reached out to place a hand on his forehead to check for fever.
“Huh.”
The moment the acolyte’s skin touched his feverish skin, Lion held his breath.
An embarrassingly intense craving surged powerfully from the point of contact.
It was a kind of desire he had never felt before in his life.
It felt as if a crimson beast were rising from his gut, extending a hot tongue to thoroughly lick the other’s hand, and, still unsatisfied, wanting to devour it whole.
It was a terrifyingly immense desire.
Already weakened, Lion—no longer in his right mind—grabbed the acolyte’s hand abruptly, buried his nose against the pulse point, and inhaled deeply.
“…?! Captain?”
“Ugh.”
Lion instantly gagged.
The smell.
A revolting stench hit him hard from the acolyte. Instinctively, Lion flung his hand away.
“Aaah! Captain! What on earth—? Ouch, that hurts!”
That was the beginning.
Every time he involuntarily reached out to people amid surging desire, he detected odors from them—foul, unbearable stenches.
Whenever symptoms of lust manifested, all his senses became hypersensitive; even the faintest human physiological reactions and emotions registered to him as distinct smells.
“Brother… why are you acting so strange all of a sudden…?”
Fear smelled like burning iron on a blacksmith’s anvil.
“Oh dear, Your Grace. You look exhausted—shall I help you up? Hehe.”
Cheap lust reeked of sewage.
“Um, Your Grace… your eyes seem… rather red. Are you alright?”
Disgust carried the stench of rotting fish.
And his own uncontrollable desire gave off a metallic, abyssal scent—as if he’d been drenched in someone else’s hot blood.
Since many women willingly threw themselves at him, satisfying that desire itself wasn’t difficult.
Yet whenever temptation arose from his unbearable craving, the moment he actually smelled them, he couldn’t bring himself to touch their skin.
The revolting stenches overwhelmed him to the point of mental haze.
Trapped between desire and revulsion, he sometimes felt driven mad—so much so he wanted to choke himself.
Had he not had things to protect, had there been no one relying on him, he might have done exactly that long ago.
What frightened him most was the fact that this accursed lust was growing increasingly uncontrollable.
“Have I violated some taboo? Did I unknowingly commit some sin deserving such a dreadful punishment from the gods?”
He had already tried dozens of forms of penance for sins he didn’t even understand.
He once locked himself in a temple storeroom for a month, fasting and praying.
He flagellated his bare body thousands of times.
He donated nearly half of his pre-inherited wealth to the temple.
He volunteered for dangerous tasks reserved only for criminals and ruined his own body.
He even served senile, retired senior priests in the infirmary, enduring endless abuse from dementia-stricken elders.
Yet despite exhausting every means of atonement he knew, the trap tightening around him only grew more relentless and powerful.
During those times, he steadily deteriorated.
Outsiders praised Holy Knight Lion more and more for his astonishing acts of virtue.
But he knew the truth: the day he was swallowed whole by this desire, he would truly lose his mind. His humanity had already eroded significantly; he was merely acting the part of a holy knight.
Dying or going mad alone would be fine—but if that happened, everything he had protected would collapse with him.
His house, his beloved younger siblings—they would all be branded as trash alongside the stigma of a fallen holy knight.
Thus, he fought with all his might to endure.
Trapped in the chains of a fallen holy knight—deceiving others’ eyes, perhaps, but never his own.
Yet worse than this self-loathing was something else entirely.
“If only I could grasp someone’s hand and cool this burning heat.”
On nights when desire left him gasping, when he satisfied himself alone and curled up beneath moonlight, crushing loneliness surged over him.
This filthy craving—something he dared never confess to anyone.
The unbearable longing just to touch someone’s skin.
Was there truly someone who could fulfill it without disgust, without fear, without mockery?
“No. Never.”
Even if such a person existed, they surely couldn’t be sane.
They’d have to be as mad as he was.
Thinking this, he’d resigned himself to despair.
“I…“
“I just want you to be happy.”
Yet she truly appeared.
A woman who spoke such mad words.
“Ha! Hah!”
Though he swung his sword like a madman all afternoon in the training grounds, Lion couldn’t banish her from his mind.
In truth, it had been like this for days.
“I can… help you.”
A madwoman.
“Surely… you thought no one would notice?”
A deeply suspicious woman.
“Cough, cough.”
A woman whose slender, pale throat had fit so easily within his grasp.
“Ha! Yah!”
“Surrender, surrender! Please spare us, Captain!”
The knights sparring with Lion at five against one collapsed dramatically, feigning death—but still, she refused to leave his thoughts.
“Aaah!”
Creak—boom.
Even the training dummy finally toppled over, unable to withstand his relentless assault.
Huh… huh…
Thick beads of sweat steadily soaked the dirt floor of the training grounds.
But even so—no matter how tightly he clenched his teeth!
She remained vividly clear in his mind.
Her soft, cool skin that had quenched his mad fever.
Her spine, beautifully arched, slipping beneath his fingertips.
Her eyes, bearing that strange, flower-dyed hue.
Above all, the pure, untainted fragrance of her skin—free of any foul human odor.
“How? Why?”
Was it possible that she possessed no human-like desires or emotions?
“That’s impossible.”
No human could exist without desire. Where in the world could one find someone perfectly pure, untainted by even a speck of base emotion?
Yet her breath had truly been astonishingly clean.
As if she had let go of all foolish expectations of the world and become utterly free.
For the first time in ages, he could breathe freely around another person.
“Pull yourself together. If her words are true—if this is a curse—then I must find a way to break free.”
“I just want you to be happy.”
He shouldn’t be dwelling on such hollow, absurd nonsense.
“Aaah!”
Lion finally hurled his sword far away.
It flew past the terrified knights and embedded itself directly into the stone wall of the training grounds.
Huh… huh…
Sweat beads rising from his scalp cascaded down his body like rain.
His arms, numb even to pain, trembled uncontrollably.
He bit down hard on his lip.
“Who do you think you are?”
Hah… hah…
Beneath the afternoon sun, his eyes gleamed fiercely.
[This is the timeline separator]And yet.
After such a wretched day, just as he barely made it home, she appeared before him—as if in a cruel joke.
“Sir Lion.”
“Has it been a week already?”
Precisely eight days.
The fact that he knew the exact number of days since meeting her filled him with nothing but shame.
Her unusually exhausted, pale face, weary demeanor, and languid scent further unsettled his mind.
“…Did I invite you here?”
Even as he snapped this out, he knew the truth: his loathsome desire had already begun reacting to her presence.
To hide his growing lust from her, he hastily turned his back with icy coldness.
“Show her to my study on the second floor. I’ll be up after I wash.”
He needed time to calm his desire.
To avoid showing that wretched sight before that suspicious woman.
To avoid being foolishly tricked or used.
“Bathwater has been prepared for you, Sir Lion.”
Ignoring the servant who bowed politely, he strode into the bathing chamber—and instead of the warm, steaming water prepared for him, he doused himself with ice-cold water.
Splash.
Haah… haah…
Even soaked in freezing water, steam still rose visibly from his head.
He glared at the mirror across the room. Within it, a madman—drenched like a drowned rat—glared back at him.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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It’s cute that he is taking care of her, also confused what to do next.
The father is very disappointing. I wondered if he had married his wife out of obligation, as she was a saintess, and now that she is gone, he is going down a spiral.
This chapter was just frustrating, only enemies trying to scheme against our couple