Ch.283Episode 12 – The Strongest Mage in History

The fact that wealthy and politically savvy clergy have multiple wives and mistresses is common knowledge to anyone who has crossed the threshold of a cathedral.

From local priests who wield influence in their communities to high-ranking clergy who hold the power to elect the Pope and sway politics.

Not to mention female nuns who secretly climb over walls and return pregnant, or male monks who suddenly bring in three or four-year-old children, claiming they found parentless lambs on the street.

In that sense, Lucia was the spitting image of a devout clergy member—she had no mistresses and had never been involved in any suspicious activities.

Though her past was unclear and her drinking and smoking might be considered flaws,

At least Lucia ‘was’ a very devout and relatively normal person for a member of the clergy.

Episode 12 – The Strongest Magician in History

“Lucia…?”

When I called her name, Lucia’s trembling lips parted.

“Y-yes.”

Suppressing the voice that threatened to burst out, she barely managed to release a quivering response.

“I-I’m fine. I was just… just a little startled…”

Though I hadn’t asked, she began listing facts I hadn’t inquired about. Her pitifully trembling voice and the tensed muscles in her arms and shoulders revealed how nervous she was.

Was it embarrassment or tension? Perhaps both.

Even amid the whirlwind of emotions, Lucia tried not to show her confusion.

But from the moment it became obvious she was trying to hide her feelings, her efforts, though admirable, had long since become futile.

“Hnn, hngh…”

A pained, sorrowful moan escaped through the firmly pressed pillow. It was caused by the movement of fingers digging into the damp fabric, moving up and down.

When they brushed against the gentle slope of a mound, moist liquid soiled the fingers. As they continued downward, a fluttering breath was heard as if to calm a startled heart, and when they climbed the incline to reach the peak, a high-pitched voice buried itself in the pillow, spreading low.

Like a beginner who had just entered the water to learn swimming, Lucia repeatedly buried her face in the pillow and lifted it again. Against the backdrop of sounds that were beyond wet—almost explicit—she continued this cycle of raising and burying her head.

When Lucia’s head moved dynamically, the curved lines of her naked body also moved intensely. With one hand, I rubbed her pubic bone while sending the other upward.

Passing the ilium beside her pubic bone, my hand lingered on her side, fingers curling between her exposed ribs.

After briefly feeling the muscles and skin moving with her rapid breathing, I raised my hand higher until it caught on the rounded breast that rose at the end of the gentle slope.

A breast as firm as a well-ripened persimmon, neither too soft nor lacking. I caressed her breasts and vaginal opening with both hands, thinking.

“Hnn, hh…! Mmm…!”

Lucia’s body was incredibly hot.

It was natural since we were making love under a thick blanket, but even accounting for that, the heat emanating from her body was beyond imagination. So much that I worried about getting a low-temperature burn.

Moreover, she was beneath me.

This position came about partly because she had lain face down first, too embarrassed to show her face, but honestly, I was concerned about her health.

Staying face down would make breathing difficult. Wouldn’t it be better to at least remove the blanket?

When I suggested this, Lucia hastily refused.

“N-no…”

“But still.”

“I said no…!”

Whatever she found so embarrassing, she adamantly rejected my suggestion.

Though refused, Lucia promised to change positions instead of removing the blanket. She turned over from her prone position to face me, and we briefly conversed while looking at each other.

“You’ve been burying your face in the pillow all this time. Is there a problem?”

“I’m not sure if it should be called a problem…”

“Tell me.”

“Actually, the main building of the cathedral isn’t very soundproof. Since it was built so long ago…”

Lucia claimed that her behavior of biting the pillow to suppress her moans was due to the poorly soundproofed building.

It was a seemingly reasonable argument, but her reddened ears and blue eyes that kept avoiding my gaze suggested there was more to it. Even in the deep darkness under the blanket, her flushed face and blue eyes shone vividly.

I clicked my tongue in disappointment.

“I see.”

As much as I enjoyed seeing her panting and struggling, I had wanted to properly hear Lucia’s voice after coming this far. It was disappointing.

But if the facility wasn’t soundproof, there was nothing to be done. If our relationship were discovered, I would suffer the most damage. Some might envy such a secret relationship, but from an intelligence officer’s perspective, it was the worst possible situation. Having sexual relations with a foreign woman without permission—I would have nothing to say if dragged to the inspection room.

I wouldn’t have done this in the past. I blinked repeatedly, feeling the intoxication flowing through my veins.

Yes.

That wine. The alcohol I drank before the treatment was the problem.

Alcohol is the enemy…

I was briefly pondering how things had come to this.

“Um…”

Lucia, who had been lying quietly, began to speak.

“If you wanted to hear my voice… I’m truly sorry, but…”

—Swish.

With the sound of fabric brushing against skin, something warm enveloped my cheek. A small, soft touch. Lucia’s hand.

Extending her hand from where it had been gathered at her chest, Lucia caressed my cheek, then used her other hand to prop herself up on the bed. Her blue eyes, which had seemed distant, suddenly came closer as the distance between us narrowed.

—Chu.

The sound of lips meeting briefly echoed under the blanket.

Lucia, who had kissed me without warning, gently stroked my cheek. The blue eyes that had closed for the brief kiss opened softly, sparkling right before me.

“With this…”

“……”

“Could you… be satisfied…?”

I could feel her hot breath and subtle vibrations lightly tapping my lips. Having finished speaking, Lucia gazed at me with piercingly blue eyes.

Caught off guard by the kiss, I didn’t answer her question. Instead, I brushed back her disheveled blonde hair, carefully cradled her nape, and returned the kiss.

“Mmm…”

A nasal voice extended. She exhaled rapid breaths, occasionally drawing in air.

As the brief kiss turned into a long, wet sound. I separated our moist tongues, created distance, and spoke softly to Lucia.

“Lie down.”

No questions like “why?” came in response.

After the long kiss, Lucia slowly lay back on the bed, and I inserted my fingers into her most secret place.

No further explanation was needed after that.

I pushed in something coated with indistinguishable bodily fluids. Lucia clutched my shoulders like a frightened animal, trembling with her eyes closed.

Even as I slowly advanced, parting her flesh, she showed little reaction. She would occasionally flinch or tighten her grip on my shoulders slightly.

And finally, when pubic bones met and I reached the deepest place.

“…Ah.”

An exclamation of indecipherable meaning filled the space under the blanket.

Lucia embraced me with trembling arms. I slightly withdrew my hips and then pushed forward again, repeating this slowly.

Pubic bones met, thighs and pelvis rubbed together, creating explicit sounds.

Like a shipwreck victim struggling in water, Lucia clung to me, gasping for breath. I watched her reactions, moving slowly, sometimes forcefully.

And when I found the right compromise, I pressed my lips against hers as she exhaled rough, moan-filled breaths.

Our wandering hands found each other. We held hands, living as if there were no tomorrow.

In the late night when no one would come.

In the room of a penitent saint.

Facing each other with foreheads touching.

We mixed our bodies while suppressing the moans that threatened to escape.

Even at the moment of climax when the sheets were soaked with fluid, even when the urge to ejaculate surged, we continued our moan-filled kisses in the humid, sticky blanket reminiscent of a tropical summer night.

In the end, that night.

After pouring everything into Lucia until she fainted, I collapsed into bed with her.