Ch.320Episode 13 – There Is No Country for Wizards

After our first kiss ended, Francesca and I kept our lips pressed together for a long time.

Like rubbing palms to erase boredom or repeatedly touching and separating fingers, we tickled each other’s lips.

By the time our second or third kiss ended, I released Francesca’s cheek that I had been cradling and leaned back in my chair.

Breaking the silence, I abruptly said, “Shall we shower?”

With gently curved eye corners and smooth lips, Francesca tilted her purple eyes with an elegant smile.

“I’ll go first.”

Then, after emptying the remaining wine, she left the terrace saying, “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

Episode 13 – There Is No Country for Wizards

Francesca offered me the bathroom attached to her villa—the same one connected to the bedroom where I had slept.

Until now, she had never allowed anyone into her villa, but made an exception for me.

Even Veronica, whom she casually called “sister,” had never visited this place, so I was likely the first visitor to Francesca’s villa.

“Hoo…”

Lying in the bathtub filled with warm water, I gazed at the condensation on the ceiling and the steam filling the room. The temperature was perfect. With water slightly overflowing, I rested my arms on the edge of the tub, exhaled a hot breath, and fell into thought.

Kissing Francesca had been the result of a purely impulsive action.

Of course, Francesca is an attractive woman. Her knowledge has been recognized by the notoriously strict alchemists of the Ivory Tower, and her abilities far surpass her peers regardless of gender.

Even beyond her abilities, she stands out. She was born into the bloodline of a great archmage who is treated as an independence activist and founding father in magical society.

Being a descendant of a great archmage doesn’t necessarily guarantee exceptional ability or respect, but Francesca has already earned the trust of many wizards both officially and privately.

Even the National Security Bureau, which monitors the Ranieri family, acknowledges this aspect.

If Francesca had lived as a troublemaker or idler like her father or other descendants of great archmage families, the National Security Bureau wouldn’t have recruited Sofia to monitor her.

Setting aside those secondary issues, Francesca has many attractive qualities.

Starting with her appearance. Francesca was not inferior to Veronica, who was born as a noble lady and consistently groomed as a saint. Lucia and Camilla are certainly not lacking in any way, but Francesca was absolutely not deficient compared to those two.

Contrary to the public’s negative perception of wizards, she greatly enjoyed outdoor activities and even possessed talent for them.

Her favorite areas were swordsmanship and horseback riding. Francesca particularly loved horseback riding. Sofia from the National Security Bureau once joked over drinks that “on days when Ranieri goes out riding, team members wail in despair.”

The answer I received when I asked Sofia about Francesca’s swordsmanship skills was also impressive.

From classical modern fencing to contemporary swordsmanship, Francesca could wield almost all styles with mastery, earning her the reputation within the National Security Bureau that she could have achieved greatness had she been born a knight. I’d heard she was especially skilled with the cavalry saber, the weapon the Fatalia military issues to half-baked wizards with exceptional physical abilities.

Yes, now that I think about it, the sword left behind by her brother, the eldest son of the Ranieri family, was also a cavalry saber.

Perhaps that heirloom was the reason Francesca became so proficient with the cavalry saber.

“…”

Soaking in the bathtub, I tried to find Francesca’s flaws, but unfortunately couldn’t identify any significant issues.

One way or another, she was close to perfect. Her only blemishes would be being the child of a political criminal and being an informant for a foreign intelligence agency.

And her childish desire for revenge was just an added complication.

“…”

Contemplating how to handle my relationship with Francesca, I rose from the bathtub and shook off the water to go see her face.

Finding someone in a villa as vast as a palace wouldn’t be easy, but fortunately, I knew which direction she had gone.

I crossed the corridor from the bedroom in this villa where special magic completely blocked the National Security Bureau’s surveillance.

Eventually, I found a small bedroom on the second floor. From the adjacent bathroom, I could hear the sound of water.

I carefully opened the door.

The bathroom was filled with steam. The sound of splashing water came from behind a glass wall. The glass wall that filled one side of the bathroom was clouded with condensation, and beyond it, someone was receiving the stream of water with their entire body.

Sensing my presence, the figure in the shower booth began to turn their head. I silently pulled the glass door.

“Oh my.”

From head to toe, completely soaked, Francesca looked at me as she was pushing her hair back.

“You couldn’t wait that short while and came looking for me, Officer.”

Turning off the faucet, Francesca embraced herself with her arms and smiled.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“…”

“It seems you can’t hold back. Shall we go to the bedroom? Or…”

She tilted her head to one side and asked in a casual voice.

“Here?”

I didn’t answer.

The shower booth door closed carefully.

*

The action I took immediately after closing the door was simple.

I grabbed Francesca’s delicate wrist. Pulling it slightly like a rope, Francesca’s body followed smoothly.

Feeling no resistance in her wrist, I raised my eyebrows in surprise, and Francesca’s voice, tinged with laughter, came clearly with a slight resonance.

“What? Did you think I would resist?”

“Usually, when someone enters while you’re showering and pulls your wrist, that’s how people react.”

A smile formed on Francesca’s lips.

“How brave of you to come looking, knowing that so well. Should I call it courage, or recklessness?”

She spread her free hand and placed it on my forearm. Her tone suggested she had nothing more to hide.

“I’m not some loose woman from the streets, but your actions are quite startling.”

When I gently released her wrist, Francesca’s reaction changed. Her eyes seemed to say, “Did that scare you?”

Her tilted lips opened softly.

“But I don’t mind. It’s my first time being in a shower booth alone with someone.”

“…”

“If that happens to be your preference, I’m willing to accommodate you for today. Tears will only flow briefly before drying up anyway.”

She maintained a consistently confident and relaxed attitude. Strong ego. Meaning she hates to yield or lose.

As an intelligence officer, having an informant who is both calm and bold was clearly fortunate.

It’s exhausting to persuade an informant who whines that they can’t continue because they fear for their life. From an intelligence officer’s perspective, a mindset willing to take risks for returns is ideal.

In that sense, meeting Francesca was fortunate. True to Leoni’s personal selection, Francesca approached each operation with an aggressive attitude.

She showed willingness to devour the black market even if it meant waging war with Hormoz, and unhesitatingly suspected her own subordinate when he went out of control.

If she had shown weakness against Hormoz, if she had been swayed by emotion to protect the wizards of the Secretariat, I would have continued treating her as just an informant.

But I liked her attitude. So I gave her options.

Yes. Even though barely a day had passed.

But somehow, I didn’t like her attitude now.

I embraced Francesca’s body as she acted nonchalantly. It was like a hugging posture.

Naturally, my hands touched her back and waist. Without much thought, I extended my hands downward and grabbed Francesca’s buttocks.

“Hnngh…”

Francesca’s reaction came immediately.

Her relaxed demeanor disappeared like melting snow. Suddenly having her buttocks grabbed, Francesca’s eyes filled with bewilderment. She even lowered her gaze with a startled expression, the smile on her lips gone.

Francesca’s buttocks were truly remarkable. Even a tailor-made suit couldn’t conceal the lines of her chest and pelvis.

As her soft breasts pressed against my chest like water balloons, I squeezed her buttocks firmly.

“Ungh…”

Francesca’s buttocks, toned from exercise, were more satisfying than I had imagined. When I squeezed hard with both hands spread wide, her white skin pushed between my fingers, distorting grotesquely.

I looked at Francesca while feeling the elasticity that I rarely experienced with my palms.

The first thing that caught my eye was Francesca’s face as she turned her head to look down at her own buttocks. Then her breasts like water balloons with blue veins visible. And the curved body that continued downward.

Francesca, caught in my arms, was in her natural state.

Having just been in the shower booth and greeting me who had suddenly appeared, she hadn’t had time to cover her nakedness. And I, who had come looking for her, was in a similar state.

While kneading her buttocks and savoring the sensation, I used one hand to lower my underwear.

I pressed my stiffened member, engorged with blood, against Francesca’s lower abdomen. The sensation of her soft skin became even more vivid from the moment I pulled her forcefully with the hand gripping her buttocks.

“Mouth.”

At the sudden word, Francesca’s gaze turned.

I looked into her purple eyes that glanced back and quietly continued.

“Open it.”

“…”

At the sudden request, Francesca seemed quite taken aback.

Unlike her rapidly working mind, she hesitated, keeping her lips firmly closed.

Watching Francesca fumble, I finally grabbed her chin and kissed her.

While kneading Francesca’s buttocks, which felt like freshly picked peaches, I grabbed her purple hair that had fallen down and pulled her head closer.

“Mmph…”

“Open it.”

When I spoke to Francesca, who was exhaling hot breaths with closed lips, her mouth finally opened.

“…if that’s what you want.”

The effect of the kiss with our bodies pressed together was much more powerful than before. The mental and physical satisfaction intensified when I swirled my tongue inside her mouth.

When I traced her teeth and touched her palate, her reddened shoulders trembled slightly, and when I separated my lips a little to breathe in air and then pressed them together again, her straight chin tilted slightly to the left.

After continuing to kiss her with our bodies pressed together for a while, I pulled Francesca away, then gripped her shoulders and turned her body around.

Her curved body spun around, her hair fluttering like silk in the wind.

When Francesca’s body completed its rotation and her white back filled my vision, I pulled her body closer and.

Lowered my hand from her shoulder to grab her breast.

“Hnngh…!”

*

A sharp cry escaped from Francesca’s mouth. It was higher and more intense than when I had grabbed her buttocks.

As evident from the lines of her pelvis and chest visible through her suit, Francesca’s breasts were erotic. Unlike her buttocks, which felt like firm peaches, her breasts reminded me of soft peaches.

Like peaches that would lose their skin with just a little pressure while being washed under gently flowing water.

I grabbed a handful of her tempting breast, where blue veins were clearly visible through her transparent skin.

If there was a difference between the soft peach and Francesca’s tempting breast, which shared many commonalities, it was that no matter how I applied pressure, it wouldn’t get damaged.

I embraced Francesca from behind and kneaded her breasts firmly.

I lifted them to feel their weight, and squeezed them strongly to see how they would distort. As I kneaded them for a while, a pink tip got caught between my index and middle fingers. I instinctively grabbed that tip.

And pinched it slightly.

“Huhk…!”

At that moment, Francesca’s chin, which had been lowered, jerked upward.

She had been lowering her head, trying to suppress her moans, but now raised it sharply.

Francesca covered her mouth with one hand and tried to grab my head with the other. No, she tried to.

Her hand, instinctively trying to grab something, started moving downward. Without needing to check, it was clear she was trying to grab my wrist that was teasing her nipple.

In response, I lowered the hand that had been holding her opposite shoulder from the front, blocking her attempt.

Since my arm was already resting on her chest, I didn’t need to move much.

“Oh…”

“Stay still.”

Having restrained Francesca’s hand during her futile attempt, I twisted her nipple with more force. Not stopping there, I kneaded her other breast as well, teasing both of her breasts.

It was an unexpected situation, but she seemed more sensitive in her chest than anticipated.

With her wrist restrained, Francesca let out a suppressed moan and eventually bent her upper body forward, trying to escape somehow.

“W-wait…!”

That’s when it happened.

Francesca, who was bending her upper body forward with strong force, suddenly collapsed downward. As if all strength had left her body, she sat down on the shower booth floor and lowered her head deeply.

For a moment, I tried to check her face, concerned that something might be wrong, but Francesca turned her head away from my touch. Fortunately, she hadn’t lost consciousness.

My hand, having lost its target, hovered in the air, and a strange silence descended in the shower booth.

As if I wasn’t even in her awareness, Francesca sat on the wet floor and exhaled hot breaths.

Watching her, I moved my hand. And opened my mouth toward Francesca, who had fixed her gaze on the floor.

“Francesca.”

“…”

“Francesca.”

After calling her name twice in succession, Francesca finally opened her mouth. Still fixing her gaze on the floor, she answered with a slightly trembling voice.

“Yes…”

As I slowly moved my steps to stand in front of her, Francesca blurted out in an urgent tone.

“J-just a moment.”

“…”

“Let me finish showering first, and then I’ll come out. Officer, you can go to the bedroom first…”

“Look up.”

Francesca’s head was raised.

To be precise, it was raised halfway.

Having raised her head horizontally, she fixed her gaze somewhere and remained silent. I took another step forward and spoke.

“Is it difficult?”

“…”

“You should have said something.”

To her, looking up at me blankly, I took a few more steps and continued.

“You said you’d accommodate my preference.”

I placed my leg between her thighs and presented my stiffened lower body.

“Open your mouth.”