Ch.282Episode 12 – The Strongest Mage in History

The religious quarters are like a labyrinth shrouded in mystery.

A private space to relieve tired bodies and minds, and a blessed channel for spiritual life.

Though details differ according to doctrine, that’s generally what lodgings mean to clergy in this neighborhood.

However, I can state with certainty.

If asked to name the most secretive, important, and private place among all clergy quarters, I would without hesitation speak of the Saint’s quarters.

The dwelling place of Saint Veronica and Saint Lucia.

Quarters housing figures second only to the Pope—perhaps even more important than the Pope himself.

Even setting aside the public’s reverent notions about the Saints, there’s no question that the Saints’ quarters are secretive and private places requiring security. Even the Holy Knights responsible for close protection and those who attend to their needs cannot freely enter and exit—let alone anyone else.

So naturally, speculation about the interior landscape and the private lives of current and past Saints like Veronica and Lucia circulates among enthusiasts and ordinary people alike.

The only difference is this:

People use their imagination.

While I directly entered and witnessed it with my own eyes.

…Actually,

I did more than just look.

Episode 12 – The Strongest Mage in History

A tropical night in midsummer.

The phrase “tropical night” suddenly crosses my mind.

Sweltering heat and high humidity. No matter how much you try to catch a breeze, the sticky film clinging to your skin like an unpleasant thin membrane refuses to dissipate, and no matter how wide you open your parched, dry mouth, your blocked airways show no sign of clearing.

A sleepless night in the summer heat.

Spending a winter night as darkness falls, I absentmindedly recalled a tropical summer night.

“Hmmm…”

Dry lips press together. As chapped lips, cracked from the cold, part slightly, a small, soft tongue gently taps against teeth.

Like a small bird tapping its beak, our lips meet lightly, and when an intruder touches my teeth, my jaw tenses automatically.

Unconsciously pushing against my shoulders, she looks at me with eyes full of bewilderment, and when our eyes accidentally meet, Lucia—clearly flustered but with a slightly shy expression—averts her gaze and moves her pushing hands to embrace my shoulders.

After the ticklish bird kisses end and the atmosphere heats up, Lucia and I naturally move to the next stage.

“Mmm…”

Desperately holding her quickening breath, trying somehow to breathe, she sucks at my lips, and naturally our tongues become entangled. At first, Lucia’s lips remained tightly closed like a statue, but at some point they parted slightly, letting excited breaths escape, and soon she was breathing heavily, gradually sucking at my lips, until finally she began slowly mixing her tongue with mine.

A plump tongue and moist lips.

Though her skill wasn’t particularly good—perhaps it was her first kiss—kissing Lucia felt quite pleasant. Her small, plump tongue and moistened lips, as well as her shy reciprocation despite her initial hesitation.

Her momentary confusion at the unfamiliar sensation soon passed. Lucia wrapped her arms around me and responded. Despite her unmistakable awkwardness, I found even that lovable.

Though clearly midwinter, the room heated up like a rooftop apartment in midsummer.

Perhaps warmed by our rising body heat, the room’s temperature and humidity were slightly higher than usual. Despite the draft coming through the cracks of the narrow window in this old building, the stickiness on our skin showed no sign of subsiding.

Parting moistened lips wide brought in a little air and a plump piece of flesh. Unaware that the blanket covering our bodies had been pushed to the edge and was dragging on the floor, we embraced each other and mixed our tongues.

Of course, it wasn’t just our tongues that were mixing.

“Haah…”

The bed was narrow, so we naturally had to press our bodies close together. Though we needed to lean on each other for treatment, now that treatment had taken a backseat, we were beyond merely leaning—we were practically entrusting our bodies to each other.

Our abdomens pressed tightly together. Our dynamic stomachs, rising and falling repeatedly as we breathed heavily, occasionally caused our navels to bump together when we inhaled and pulled each other closer.

It was an indecent sight, but nothing compared to our lower bodies.

Thighs were wedged between each other’s legs, pulsating. Moving back and forth, side to side, sometimes diagonally, stimulating the inside and outside of thighs and calves. Occasionally when a knee unintentionally touched the groin, bodies would tremble. It wasn’t much of an issue for me, but for Lucia, experiencing this for the first time, there were mishaps where she would startle and lightly bite my tongue.

But even the dull pain that followed couldn’t stop the continuing caresses.

“Ah…!”

An elastic mass of flesh wraps around my hand.

Soft and bouncy skin, with breasts so heavy they felt slightly weighty. I hadn’t realized since she rarely wore casual clothes, but Lucia’s chest was impressive enough to rival Veronica’s. It was almost a shame they had been hidden under her habit until now.

I carefully grasped Lucia’s breast. I didn’t apply pressure for fear of hurting her.

The skin that fit perfectly in my palm, the elastic flesh that pushed between my fingers at the slightest touch—it was almost artistic. So much so that the undergarment between her breast and my hand was terribly irritating.

-Click!

Amid the wet sounds that had become background noise, the sound of a hook unfastening cut through, and Lucia, who had been rubbing her thighs, turned her gaze.

Feeling her undergarment supporting her shoulders and chest loosen, her eyes widened like saucers. Lucia, who had been gently closing her eyes and focusing on the kiss, covered her body with her arms, wearing a bewildered expression. Through the arm that moved in the blink of an eye, unlike when she had been slowly moving her tongue and pressing against me, I could sense how startled she was.

Of course, she wasn’t the only one surprised.

“What’s wrong?”

I was equally taken aback.

Unlike moments before when she had been responding with a shy attitude rather than a passive one, Lucia now appeared noticeably flustered.

Responding with a start to my question about what was wrong, Lucia averted her gaze this way and that, as if at a loss, and began to speak.

“J-just a moment…”

Answering in a shrinking voice, Lucia hesitantly sat up.

Then, after looking around hurriedly, she pulled up the blanket that had been thrown to the floor and covered both herself and me. It was clearly a very urgent gesture.

What could be so urgent?

Completely baffled, I whispered to Lucia, who had raised her body under the blanket. The bed was narrow, and since we were under the same blanket, there was no need to raise my voice.

“Why are you suddenly acting like this?”

“……”

“Lucia?”

After responding with silence, Lucia finally opened her mouth when I called her name.

As if she had buried her face in the pillow, a muffled, choked voice emerged from her lips.

“…ing.”

“What?”

“…watching.”

Who? Watching what?

“G-God…”

“……”

“He’s watching…”

After answering like that, Lucia concluded with a clearly changed, shrinking voice. A voice that suggested she wanted nothing more than to hide in a mouse hole.

Pondering what this meant for a moment, I gently lifted the blanket. The cold winter air pushed out the humid air from inside. The bright moonlight from the clear moon illuminated Lucia’s back, streaked with sweat.

She was lying face down, hugging the pillow with her face buried in it, completely motionless. I grasped her shoulder and asked in a low voice.

“Lucia.”

“…Yes.”

“Are you…”

Are you embarrassed?

Lucia didn’t answer.

Though no reply came, her head buried in the pillow was clearly nodding slightly up and down. Her ear, visible through her flowing hair, was flushed bright red.

“…Well, if that’s how you feel.”

If she’s too embarrassed to show her face, what can I do? I should respect her wishes.

I pulled the blanket over Lucia’s head. At the same time, Lucia, who was lying face down, was also covered by the blanket. I covered her so thoroughly that not even a single strand of hair peeked out.

Inside the blanket, where the rising heat made it difficult even to breathe. In the narrow bed and the even narrower space under the blanket, Lucia and I pressed our bodies together in silence.

Sticky, hot skin and a firm, curved body. I gently embraced Lucia from behind.

“Lucia.”

She responded to my whisper. There was no reply, no words spoken first, but we didn’t need to converse.

Lucia’s body squirmed and lifted slightly. I slipped my hand into the empty space between her abdomen and the bed.

The hottest and most humid place even within the damp blanket. The more my hand moved downward, the more strength Lucia put into her arms hugging the pillow.

Finally, when my touch burrowed into the damp, moist piece of cloth.

“…!”

Lucia jerked her head up and bit her finger, suppressing the moan that threatened to escape.

I embraced her back and calmed the trembling Lucia.

Given our position, to an observer it might have looked as if I were pouncing on her, but that didn’t matter.

The only ones here were Lucia and me.

Just the two of us.