Ch.357Episode 14 – One Religion, One Faith, Two Saints

Every time her heated breath brushed against my earlobe, a warm sensation lingered on my skin.

Reflecting their nearly intimate relationship, Veronica’s body was in a state of heightened excitement.

“Chu… slurp, mmph…”

A red, soft piece of flesh. As it filled my mouth, sliding across the roof and teeth, only the pooled bodily fluids remained in its place.

Straddling me, Veronica kissed me passionately.

Gently cupping my cheeks with both hands, she pressed her lips against mine without a moment’s separation, intertwining our tongues. The heat was so intense that I worried my tongue might melt away.

Of course, it was a silly thought.

“Haah…”

I grabbed Veronica’s shoulders and pulled her away. The silvery thread glistening between our lips briefly hung suspended.

“Why…?”

With half-lidded eyes filled with subtle yet desperate energy, Veronica looked at me while taking rough breaths.

“Can’t you hold back anymore?”

As I silently gazed at her, her eyes curved into an arc.

Her disheveled clothes brushed against the night air.

Sitting astride me, Veronica began to whisper softly into my ear.

“…I can’t hold back anymore either.”

There was no need for foolish questions like “what do you mean?”

I embraced Veronica, who was laughing into my ear, even more tightly.

Episode 14 – One Religion, One Faith, Two Saints

The cathedral was quiet in the deep of night.

Though it was not a small building, there wasn’t a trace of human presence to be found anywhere.

However, deep within the cathedral.

Two people’s presence could be distinctly felt in the confessional.

If any faithful churchgoer or clergy member had been nearby, they would certainly have found something suspicious.

After all, the confessional, located far from the chapel, was in a place rarely visited by people.

And it was unusual for anyone to visit the confessional in the middle of the night when darkness had settled deeply. Even someone who wasn’t a believer or clergy would naturally find it suspicious.

Just then.

A moan escaped from the confessional where the presence was felt.

“Hnngh…”

It was a plaintive moan. A sound that would make listeners sigh involuntarily.

However, if one knew who was making those sounds, that sigh would surely turn to shock.

“Mmm, ahh…”

The most renowned clergy in the world, the saint of the order.

Veronica was sitting on the confessional chair, letting out moans.

It was a secret rendezvous.

“Haah…”

She exhaled excited breaths in the arms of a man who wasn’t her husband.

I caressed her while overlapping our moist lips. Stomach, thighs, neck, legs, back, chest… With each touch, Veronica showed all manner of dramatic reactions, starting with slight trembles.

She was almost like a musical instrument.

When my fingers brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh, Veronica would gasp in surprise. Her abdomen would hollow, revealing her ribs, and her smooth legs, supported by my hands, would tremble.

When I stroked her soft abdomen, moans that could melt one’s heart would escape. When I tapped her red lips and buried my face in her neck, her breath, melting with emotions that could be ticklishness or embarrassment, would tickle my ear.

Veronica made beautiful sounds like a well-maintained instrument.

I found that deeply satisfying. Actually, it’s hard to find anything unsatisfying about Veronica.

Her physique was near perfect. Veronica possessed looks so close to perfection that not only men but even women would feel envy and jealousy beyond mere admiration.

Her tall stature and harmonious body. A sensual figure that couldn’t be hidden even by the restrained religious attire. Her distinctive voice, tinged with languor and boredom.

Should I call it sensual, or perhaps bewitching?

The impatience felt from her figure and the decadent beauty that occasionally seeped through her gaze and the atmosphere around her made the term “temptress” more fitting than “saint.”

Like now.

“…Mmm, ah, Major.”

Veronica began to make playful, yearning sounds.

“You acted like you loved my sister so much… but now you’re playing with her older sister?”

Her moistened lips curved into an arc. It was a sneer.

No, actually, it’s a bit lacking to call it a sneer. Rather than mockery, it was a much lighter, unaffected smile.

Yes. A refreshing smile that would naturally appear when things go according to plan. That kind of refreshing quality emanated from Veronica’s smile.

That smile was so beautiful.

And also slightly vexing.

I responded with a blunt tone.

“Who was it that seduced me first…?”

“Hmm… What if you fall for my seduction?”

Finding this a good topic, Veronica began to tease me earnestly for a while. Saying things like I lacked integrity as a man, or that my sense of chastity was dim.

She even went so far as to say that since I couldn’t resist temptation, it would be difficult to entrust Lucia to me, and therefore the two of us should break up. Her argument was that I was too inadequate to be entrusted with her beloved sister’s future.

To me, it was an absurd sophistry.

The irony was that the person saying this had seduced her sister’s man.

“What did you say again? ‘How about the older sister instead of the younger one?'”

“You remember such unnecessary things so well, mmph…”

I tilted my head and reluctantly agreed. It was such an impressive line that I couldn’t help it.

If you cut out the context and just heard the dialogue, wouldn’t it seem like an older sister stealing her younger sister’s boyfriend? The words Veronica said to me were exactly like the opening lines of a typical affair in a makjang drama or news program.

And even the excuse she added at the end was typical of those who commit adultery.

“I didn’t think you’d actually fall for my seduction…”

Veronica’s eyes gently closed. With that movement, the beauty mark near her eye shifted slightly.

“I have a lot to say, and I want to scold you for being vexing… but we’re short on time.”

By now, the moon was gradually tilting toward the west.

The bright moon disappearing into the western sky meant that the sun would soon rise. Of course, there was still time before sunrise, but what day was today?

None other than the day of Lucia’s canonization ceremony.

In other words, there was no time to delay.

I thought I should quickly wrap things up and leave. I tried to set Veronica back down and hurry away. However, Veronica showed no signs of moving from her position on my thighs.

To be precise, she wouldn’t allow me to move either.

“Still, we have some time, so for a moment… Hyeek?!”

Veronica’s head tilted far back.

A pitiful cry, as if she was about to lose her breath, escaped her.

I reached into her disheveled front and grabbed Veronica’s breast. I pinched the tip of her breast that I felt at my fingertips, and not satisfied with that, even twisted it slightly.

The playfulness disappeared from Veronica’s voice, which had been full of composure. In the empty space left by the evaporated playfulness, what remained was an undisguisable trembling.

With one hand still teasing her breast, I lowered my other hand to caress her groin. My fingers, reaching the most intimate place of the saint, felt an indescribable, strange moisture.

If I had to say, the incident with Lucia was partly my fault, and I could understand to some extent why Veronica was angry. It would be strange not to be scolded for taking away the purity of her beloved sister who was about to join the ranks of saints.

So I tried my best to endure whatever scolding or teasing I received from Veronica.

But,

Now I’m finding it hard to hold back too.

“Veronica.”

“Mmm… yes?”

“Shall we stop here?”

As soon as that question ended, the sound of a sharp intake of breath was heard.

Veronica’s trembling body shuddered greatly. Her chest swelled as she took a deep breath. After finishing the long breath, Veronica gently closed her eyes. To be precise, one could say she half-closed them.

Like a child peeking through spread fingers, Veronica slowly turned her gaze to me with an ambiguous expression, as if it was unclear whether her eyes were closed or not.

And then her buttocks pushed backward.

Straddling my thighs, Veronica thrust her pelvis backward. Not satisfied with that, she even subtly rubbed her plump, elastic buttocks between my thighs and crotch.

It was an unseemly posture that was hard to believe from someone who was both a clergy and a noble, but my gaze was directed not at her pelvis but at her face.

Eyes half-closed, as if drowsy.

Between her attractive eyelashes and beauty mark, a pair of obsidian-like eyes sparkled.

Reflected in those eyes were anxiety and impatience.

Excitement and pleasure.

A slight sense of guilt and subtle anticipation.

“……”

The black pupils moved slightly, and our gazes met briefly. I grabbed both of Veronica’s arms and pressed her luscious pelvis against me.

It was unmistakably the beginning of an affair.