Ch.358Episode 14 – One Religion, One Faith, Two Saints

A pale moonlight hung over the white hill. The body I gazed upon, illuminated by light pouring through the thick clouds, was beautiful.

The smooth curves flowing from the neck to the shoulders and collarbone, breasts and waist, pelvis down to the calves and toes.

Fair skin without a single blemish, no matter how closely one looked.

Veronica’s body was incredibly beautiful. No, “beautiful” was hardly enough to describe it.

Her lustrous skin possessed both softness and firmness. The waves of white skin filling my vision resembled an untouched snowfield where not even wild beasts had tread, and the structure of muscles and bones forming her body approached perfection.

Yes, perfection.

Like a statue born from a master’s hands, Veronica’s body was perfection itself, emanating a sense of reverence. Enough to inspire faith where there was none before.

I paused my actions to admire her body as if entranced, then raised my head upon feeling a peculiar gaze.

There was Veronica, her back turned to me, looking over with just her eyes in a coy manner.

“…What do you think?”

Her red lips moved slightly.

“Of my body.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you like it?”

Whether she was asking if it looked good or if it was beautiful, I couldn’t tell her intention behind the question, but regardless of what she asked, my answer would always be the same.

However, Veronica’s next words far exceeded my expectations.

“…Do you like it more than Lucia’s?”

I could only stare at her like someone who had lost their senses, unable to say anything.

And it seemed Veronica felt the same way.

Her flushed cheeks clearly visible even in the darkness, her delicate arms crossing awkwardly to cover her chest, her gaze gradually lowering.

Even that appearance of not knowing what to do with the belated embarrassment was so beautiful that…

I embraced Veronica tightly and whispered.

“I’m curious about that too.”

Episode 14 – One Religion, One Faith, Two Saints

Everyone has their firsts.

The moment a crawling child stands on their own feet, the moment a boy raised in his parents’ arms becomes an adult and steps out into the world, the moment of holding the fruit of love created with a spouse after what seems like an eternity.

And relationships with loved ones as well.

Just as birth and death visit everyone equally once, everyone has their first experiences. Sometimes we eagerly count the days until that moment arrives, sometimes we pray to avoid it, and sometimes we unexpectedly encounter it when we least expect it.

For Veronica, the current situation fell into the third category—an “unexpected situation.”

“Hnn, haah…”

Lust, affection, fear, anticipation.

Countless emotions swirled in her obsidian-like eyes.

The thirst created by burning desire, the affection for someone she was attracted to, the fear of something she had never experienced before, and despite everything, the subtle excitement she couldn’t hide.

Veronica let out a soft moan as she felt hands gently caressing her pelvis and inner thighs.

Intimacy with a man outside the church.

It was something she had never considered since entering the clergy, partly by choice and partly by circumstance. Of course, she had her own innocent feelings once.

When she was growing up as a baroness’s daughter, she too had such innocent feelings. However, not after entering the church and beginning her long life as a nun.

Romance and love.

Reality was too harsh to imagine such beautiful things.

For Veronica, romance and love were like luxuries. Nice to have, but dispensable.

“Uh, hmm… hnn…”

There was a reason she began to view romance and love as luxuries.

It wasn’t from a righteous mindset like other clergy who distanced themselves from carnal desires to maintain purity and dignity. Veronica began to view romance and love as luxuries simply because meeting someone was not easy for her.

Because she was the only saint in the world.

What madman would date a saint? Of course, there were plenty of men who harbored desires for a “love affair of the century,” but there was a reason why dating a saint was called a “love affair of the century.”

Romance with clergy was one of those romantic-sounding but unsavory preferences, and while a young clergy member might be forgiven for a mistake attributed to youthful passion, Veronica’s case was different.

She was not an ordinary clergy member, and she had aged to the point where it was difficult to claim “youth” anymore. If she, in her thirties, were to mention words like “youth” or “passion,” the cardinals and bishops would surely double over laughing, suggesting she had misspoken “senility.”

So Veronica treated romance and love as luxuries.

Something that would be really nice to have, but not particularly necessary.

But life is so unpredictable that when Veronica came to her senses, she found herself in the arms of a man outside the church.

*

“Hnngh…!”

A faint moan escaped Veronica’s lips as hands played with her precious body.

Hands roughly kneading her breasts as if squeezing them, fingers tickling around her crevice like playing piano keys while spreading her trembling thighs. The humid breath on her nape was hot like a dragon’s breath, and the hands massaging her breasts were like those of a baker kneading dough.

An intense moan burst from between her red lips when the hands squeezing her breasts twisted her pink tips.

“Hnn, hik…! Kya, kyaah!?”

As her chest felt like it was being pulled away, Veronica threw her head back and her arms wrapped around the man’s neck.

At the same time, both her thighs began to tremble. Perhaps from tension, Veronica instinctively tried to close her thighs, but the man’s thighs and hands supporting her pelvis forcibly prevented this.

“It’s good.”

“W-what…?”

“You asked earlier. If it’s better than Lucia.”

A strange color flashed across her obsidian-like black eyes.

Her eyes grew hazy with excitement as her body heated up, and explicit moans burst forth as pleasure swept over her flushed skin.

Like a ripe peach bursting with juice. Veronica, who had been lowering her head and letting out screaming moans, suddenly reflected on her appearance.

The lips that had formed pleasant smiles since childhood were now trembling. Her flushed cheeks had long been stained with saliva she didn’t remember shedding. And that wasn’t all.

Her breasts were flushed red. Red marks had appeared on the breasts that normally brought a satisfied smile to her face when she stood before the mirror after bathing. Leaning her hunched body forward and looking down, she could also see the mess that was her lower body.

Droplets scattered in all directions like dust being swept away, her left shoe somehow kicked off and tucked away in a corner, while her right foot still wore a shoe but had her white underwear pitifully hanging from the ankle like a flagpole.

The cassock she had borrowed to disguise herself as her brother was rolling around on the confessional floor, covered in dust. The cassock, disheveled to the point of being trampled like a carpet, no longer looked like something a clergy member would wear.

Facing that scene, she finally came to her senses.

“Uh, uuh…”

What had started as a game and was hoped to end as one had now reached a point where it could no longer be dismissed as mere play.

If she crossed this final line, there would truly be no turning back.

Such thoughts were swirling in Veronica’s mind when suddenly…

“Ungh, ngh, ha, hnngh?!”

Her body stiffened as a cry unlike any she had ever made before echoed through the air. It happened in the blink of an eye.

Veronica straightened her back forcefully and pulled back her chin that had almost tilted back.

As she lowered her head and trembled, a familiar voice whispered in her ear.

“Now I know for sure.”

I exhaled heated breath as I rubbed the thick flesh pressed against her pubic bone while stirring her insides.

“It’s better than Lucia.”

Cries of pleasure filled the cramped confessional.

*

Splashing sounds filled the interior of the confessional.

The wet sounds were like footsteps passing through a puddle, or like flesh meeting the floor and then separating.

“Heuk?! Hnn, heok…! Hgak!?”

Between the splashing sounds came a distinctive noise. The obscene sound of flesh hitting flesh. It would have been a noise that would make an uninformed person tilt their head in confusion, but the source of the sound was clear.

I gripped Veronica’s arms firmly and moved my hips forcefully. When I did, the white breakwater struck her pubic bone and thighs, creating intense noise. It was a lewd and obscene sound.

“Nng, heuk! Uh, s-stop…!”

A pitiful scream pierced through the silence.

Veronica, tossing her silky hair, begged me to please stop. Her face, drenched in pleasure, pleading desperately, looked like someone at the top of a frightening ride begging to be let off.

Although I wasn’t an amusement park employee. If I had to find a commonality between an employee and myself, it would be that I casually ignored requests to stop.

I held her two wrists positioned beside her luscious buttocks and diligently stirred her insides.

Veronica’s interior was as excellent as the perfect exterior of her body.

Her inner flesh was both soft and pressing from all directions. Feeling the flesh that gripped tightly as if never letting go, a warm sensation flowed up my spine, breaking down my tense body.

To savor that warmth, I began to stir her insides, thrusting my hips that simply wouldn’t separate from her.

I declare that saying “better than Lucia” was no empty words.

As the movements became more passionate, her cries gradually turned into screams.

Veronica, in a half-crouched position, tried to escape by slowly moving forward. However, escaping the cramped confessional was not an easy task.

I grabbed both her arms and slowly pushed her toward the wall. Veronica, whose legs were trembling, stumbled forward as if led by force, and grabbed my wrists urgently with a clearly panicked face.

“W-wait! Just wait a moment…!”

“Why? Is it difficult?”

“Th-that’s not it… Heuk?!”

A delicate cry escaped Veronica’s lips as I firmly grasped her buttocks, which were distorted from the impact against her pubic bone. Veronica, who straightened her back as if springing up as I played with her buttocks like kneading clay, covered her mouth with both hands.

The sight of her desperately holding back her voice looked just like someone praying with clasped hands, the very image of a saint.

“Do you want to rest?”

Nod, nod. Veronica, covering her mouth with trembling hands, shook her head up and down.

Her pleading appearance, with tears beading at the corners of her eyes, had considerable impact.

A saint who seduced her beloved sister and successor’s man, luring him into the confessional for a secret meeting. If Tolstoy had seen this scene, he might have scrapped the draft of Anna Karenina and made Veronica the protagonist.

After a moment of catching her rough breath, as a droplet fell from her obsidian-like eyes…

My mind, which had been darkened and immersed in pleasure, brightened as if a light bulb had been turned on.

“I have a good idea, want to hear it?”

“Hnn, yes…?”

As I gently released her wrists, Veronica raised her upper body, leaning against the wall.

Unable to escape and pushed against the wall, Veronica was now standing in front of the confessional window, divided by a grid. That confessional window which had been punched through by my fist, with only fragments precariously hanging on the frame.

I straightened Veronica up, then extended her wrists forward and crossed her arms. The saint, with one wrist held, was instantly confined in the arms of a man outside the church.

At that moment, the saint’s breath stopped.

And suddenly, as if realizing something, she stiffened.

“Veronica.”

Embracing Veronica who stood in front of the confessional window, I removed a strand of hair stuck to her cheek and suggested.

“Remember what we were doing earlier? Confession.”

“Hnn, ungh…”

“Let’s continue.”

The saint, her cheeks flushed with shame, lowered her head deeply.

And slowly extended her hand to grip the window frame as she began to bend her knees.

“Yes…”

The time for confession had arrived.