Ch.322Episode 13 – There Is No Country for Wizards

Summarizing a person’s life in a single line is an extremely difficult task.

How could it be easy to capture someone’s joys and sorrows, achievements, abilities, and mistakes all in one sentence?

That’s why whenever I’m asked what phrase I’d like engraved on my tombstone, I can rarely answer easily. I don’t even know how to define my own life.

But I can say this with certainty.

If I were to die right here, there would be only one phrase to engrave on my tombstone.

That touching Francesca’s breasts was always a pleasure.

Episode 13 – There Is No Country for Wizards

Luscious breasts envelop my lower body. The sensation is heavy and soft.

The massive breasts, too large to grasp with one hand, move up and down, stimulating my sensitive areas. Francesca shakes her hand gripping her breasts while sending me a glance.

“How is it?”

“It’s perfect.”

Francesca’s breast job was excellent. How could it not be wonderful when she wrapped my member with her soft, peach-like breasts, stimulating me with their weight and pressure?

She slowly rocked those breasts that I could never tire of touching.

Though I wanted to grab them myself, unlike in the shower stall, her technique was quite good, so I kept my hands still and accepted the pleasure she was giving me.

Watching her breasts sway and change shape under her movements was a different kind of enjoyment. Like clay changing form, Francesca’s breasts never ceased to fascinate no matter how many times I looked at them.

“Are you enjoying this?”

Francesca looked up and met my gaze while squeezing her breasts around my member.

“Do you even need to ask?”

Seemingly pleased with my answer, Francesca smiled and continued her movements. The gentle pressure and the warm, soft touch of her skin gave me ample satisfaction.

The sensation of the tip brushing against her breasts as she changed directions continued. Like dough changing shape under a baker’s hands, her soft breasts compressed into pleasing forms while stimulating my sensitive areas.

With each pass through her cleavage with its perfect pressure, I had to suppress the urge to grab her breasts and thrust my hips as electric pleasure ran up my spine.

The passionate pleasure Francesca offered came like waves crashing against coastal cliffs. Her somewhat clumsy, inexperienced movements contrasted with her usually composed image, adding excitement to the stimulation.

Who would dare imagine they could play with the breasts of a great archmage’s descendant and an elite alchemist of the Secretariat? I was the only one who could freely knead and handle her breasts and buttocks.

It was completely different from fondling the breasts of a benevolent, devoted saint. Especially watching Francesca use her own hands to stroke me with her breasts gave me an indescribable mental pleasure.

Her bouncy flesh moved up and down vigorously. Sweat dripping from her neck served as lubricant, reducing friction and heightening excitement. Finally, as the excitement racing up my spine reached my neck and brain—

“Nngh…!”

Having reached my climax, I suddenly rose from the sofa, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and thrust deeply between them.

As I roughly squeezed her breasts upward, my pulsing release began, spurting sticky fluid that soiled Francesca’s breasts.

After what felt like an eternity, when my ejaculation finally stopped, I caught my breath and at last released her breasts and withdrew.

“Haah….”

Only then did I truly see Francesca’s breasts. Those luscious mounds had long since become a mess.

Her skin, so transparent you could see the veins beneath, glistened with sweat, and the cloudy, sticky white fluid covered not just the tops of her breasts but reached her collarbone.

When I cupped and lifted them slightly, the plump flesh spread apart, revealing the devastated cleavage between. Weblike strands of fluid connected one breast to the other.

“Haah…. Haah….”

Francesca sat on the floor, forgetting her dignity as she caught her ragged breath. After examining her sticky breasts with their clear red handprints, she looked up at me.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her up firmly. As she placed her hands on my shoulders seeking support, I gladly took her other hand.

As we slowly rose, she leaned slightly against me in a posture of seeking support.

Holding Francesca’s hand and stroking her waist with my other hand, I carefully spoke.

“Let’s go to the bed.”

Francesca’s violet eyes, reminiscent of pansies, slowly began to turn.

Her weakened, dreamy eyes were now glistening with undisguised, thick desire.

“…Yes, let’s.”

As Francesca nodded weakly and began walking, I followed, supporting her waist as we headed to the bedroom.

*

The bedroom Francesca provided was magnificent. It would be no exaggeration to say it was not just a villa bedroom, but a chamber fit for a noblewoman residing in a grand mansion.

Having bathed first, I sat on the bed staring into space.

In anticipation of what was to come, I had barely washed myself before leaving the bathroom. The excitement of my heated body showed no signs of cooling even in the chilly night air.

It seemed she was no lady either. Shortly after the sound of water, Francesca emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a white towel.

Though she covered herself for propriety’s sake, the small towel couldn’t completely hide Francesca’s naked form. Her slender waist, gleaming firm thighs, large breasts, and wide hips—truly a voluptuous body. Too voluptuous to be described merely as such.

Yet while Francesca’s body might be voluptuous, it never seemed vulgar. Rather, her flawless skin and perfect form displayed a beauty more stunning than a goddess statue carved from massive ivory.

With one hand holding the edge of the towel at her chest and the other pressing down the swaying bottom part, Francesca spoke with a leisurely smile.

“So we’ve come this far.”

It was a statement loaded with meaning. The alchemist continued.

“In Fatalia and at the magic tower, many men looked at me, but not one dared approach me first. But you not only approached me first but crossed the line as well. You’re the first man to do so, Sir Knight.”

I leaned back against the headboard and looked at her.

“I’m honored.”

“As you should be.”

*

Freshly bathed, Francesca radiated an unapproachable beauty.

Just as Lucia was difficult to approach due to her saintly status and benevolent character, Francesca—born of great and pure bloodline, who had worked relentlessly to earn praise and glory—exuded an aura that made even calling out to her seem disrespectful.

To people, Francesca was like a tree growing atop a treacherous mountain, or a flower precariously hanging from a branch extended over a cliff. That was her image.

But what was she like now?

“I’m coming up.”

Thud. The white towel fell to the floor. Her peach-colored ankles stepped across it.

Having dropped the towel, Francesca reached the edge of the bed and slightly bent her waist to touch the sheet.

Very leisurely, she placed both hands on the sheet and moved her knees to climb onto the bed. Like a cat that never loses its dignity no matter how much human contact it receives, Francesca slowly approached me.

Though a smile hung on her lips, suggesting she had regained her composure, my eyes were scanning her body rather than her face.

Her large breasts swaying left and right with her movements. Her buttocks moving like a gently swishing tail.

While her proud expression and deep smile entered my field of vision, her body was so voluptuous that even her leisurely smile and every little thing about her seemed like flirtation.

In the bedroom dimly lit by faint moonlight, where light and shadow created a perfect atmosphere on the bed, Francesca’s violet eyes sparkled.

Those eyes were already full of lust.

“Now then…”

Just as Francesca’s fine lips parted, I carefully pulled her arm as she came within reach. Since I was leaning against the headboard, she naturally lost her balance and fell forward.

I lifted her chin and bent down to kiss her. Then I naturally moved away from the headboard and lay down beside her.

After a passionate kiss with our tongues intertwined, I grabbed her breast and kissed its tip, causing Francesca to moan with a trembling throat.

“Hnn, haah… nngh…!”

“What magnificent breasts. Firm, large, and soft. I never tire of touching them.”

“Th-there’s no need to say such—aaah?!”

When I gently bit her nipple, Francesca’s head tilted back. As her waist arched so dramatically she might have bounced off the bed, I used one arm to embrace her waist and pulled her tightly against me.

Her breasts compressed, sending a pleasant sensation to my chest, and our firm thighs rubbed together, coincidentally stimulating my lower body, but it wasn’t time yet.

I moved my hand down her trembling abdomen, matching her quickened breathing. My hand found its way between her thighs, discovering the split. And immediately inserted a finger inside.

“Aah, nn, guh, th-there, nngh…!”

Pitiful moans escaped Francesca’s lips. Formless words scattered into the cool air of the bedroom, and all that echoed through the room were wet sounds and Francesca’s moans.

Reason told her to stop here, but her ignited desire urged her on. Despite gasping for breath amid the spreading pleasure like wildfire, Francesca rubbed her entire body against me, implicitly begging me not to stop.

Of course, I had no intention of stopping.

After playing with her nipple in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, I removed my lips from her saliva-slick breast and looked at Francesca.

“I originally planned to keep the foreplay brief. But seeing you like this, it seems a shame to move on so quickly.”

“What do you mean by—aaah?!”

Squelch. Francesca’s head tilted back once more.

Whenever my finger inside her private parts scratched her inner walls, she twisted her entire body and reacted violently. Like someone receiving electric torture.

I held her waist as it jerked uncontrollably from pleasure and moved my fingers more forcefully. Francesca buried her head in my shoulder and moaned, unaware that even her buttocks were twitching.

Faint moans escaped through her closed lips and teeth. Her hot breath tickled my skin intensely.

“Hnngh, mmph…!”

The trembling transmitted through my hand on her waist testified to the pleasure she was feeling. Burying her head and trying to suppress her moans, Francesca didn’t know what to do with just one finger invading her inside.

Though born into nobility before their fall, she seemed to have no experience with sexual acts. Understandably so, as she had been too busy assisting the Oracle who ruled magical society, and no one would dare approach a descendant of the Ranieri family.

It was ironic that such a woman had willingly fallen into the arms of an outside man, and one she had met through official channels at that.

Francesca, most aware of this fact, colored her face with shame and pleasure. She seemed to feel that moaning itself was like losing and embarrassing, and I loved how she bit down and tried to suppress her moans, not wanting to show me such expressions.

It was clearly different from Lucia, whose image matched that of an austere religious figure. Unlike Lucia, who tried to minimize her moans out of unbearable embarrassment, Francesca could hardly contain hers.

“Aah… hnng, ngh!”

Half out of her mind, Francesca could no longer even properly voice her moans. With a limp voice, she breathed hotly in my ear, now using the arms that had pushed against my shoulders to embrace my neck.

Anyone would be aroused by this sight.

“Nngh…! Nnnnngh…!”

As her arms tightened around my neck, her suppressed moans exploded.

Simultaneously, transparent fluid thoroughly soaked my fingers and hand that had been moving inside her. It even drenched the bed sheet.

Trembling all over and releasing formless moans, Francesca was the very picture of someone who had reached climax.

As I watched Francesca trembling and trying to avoid meeting my gaze by lowering her head, a strange elation filled my heart.

It was because I was the first to embrace the elegant Francesca, the most brilliant woman in magical society.

Whether this came from the sense of liberation in this escapade with an informant, the sense of conquest from bringing a great archmage’s descendant to climax, or possessiveness from being the first to have Francesca, I couldn’t tell, but my chest swelled with pride.

“Whew…”

After waiting briefly for her to calm down, I flipped her over and laid her flat.

Then I climbed on top of her. To anyone unaware of the situation, it would look exactly like I was pouncing on Francesca.

Still in the afterglow of her climax, Francesca continued to breathe heavily, but I could read the glistening desire in her eyes.

My stiffened member touched the split between her folds. Her thoroughly wet private parts were slippery.

Our gazes met in midair. Francesca looking up, me looking down. Violet eyes and brown eyes examined each other.

Francesca said nothing. She simply spread her legs slightly and took a deep breath.

Finally, as the rigid member penetrating her flesh broke through mild resistance until our navels touched—

“Hnnngh!”

Francesca clutched the sheets and threw her head back.