Ch.370Episode 14 – One Religion, One Faith, Two Saints

The bedroom door closed with a clatter, shaking slightly.

I looked over my shoulder at the trembling door. Like a fishing net catching a fish, Veronica’s hair softly entangled around me.

A small commotion had erupted in the sacred cathedral where silence was required, but no one came to check.

Of course, it wouldn’t have made any difference if someone had come.

Veronica, still holding my wrist, gently turned in a circle. The contours felt through thick fabric, the hot warmth that even the night air couldn’t conceal.

The way she grabbed the back of my head like twisting hair, her passionate kisses, her bubbling excitement, the sticky atmosphere—all so disconnected from her usual sacred image.

After a long kiss, I could barely open my mouth to ask.

“Is this alright?”

It was a question with much left unsaid, but she didn’t mind.

Rather, with a face tinged with longing, breathing hot breaths that tickled my neck, her eyes shone with reproach as if asking why I had stopped.

“…Then is it alright? You’ve become intimate with your sister’s man.”

“But why…”

“Why am I doing this, you ask?”

Her plump lips with silver threads hanging from them curved into an arc.

And then came her passionate voice.

“Because I liked you first?”

She seemed to have no intention of hiding anymore.

It was completely different from when she was devoted to her role as a saint.

With a somewhat frivolous smile, Veronica pressed her lips against mine as if even talking was a waste of time. Devouring my lips with ferocity, her skill at parting soft skin and touching teeth was remarkably good for a novice.

“This joke is—”

“I was serious.”

Veronica smiled softly. As she freely embraced my wrist, I somehow found myself holding her in my arms.

“Isn’t adultery a grave sin?”

“What does it matter? We’re not married to anyone anyway. So don’t hesitate.”

The saint said.

“Tonight, no one will come.”

Episode 14 – One Religion, One Faith, Two Saints

With such explicit permission, there was no need to hesitate.

The obstacles—intelligence agency regulations, church laws, public perception—no longer held any meaning.

Nothing stood in our way once we shed our restraints, and once we cast off our bonds, nothing could stop us.

“Mmm…”

Veronica was, of course, the more aggressive one.

As if she had thrown her dignity as a saint into the garden bushes, she was remarkably forward.

Perhaps it was her playful nature. Veronica’s kisses were quite skillful. She deliberately touched my teeth and palate, and gently bit my lower lip. In each action, I could glimpse her determination to somehow get the better of me.

The Imperial Guard’s assessment that she hated losing was accurate. She wouldn’t stop kissing until she could no longer hold her breath.

Each time she would challenge me boldly, only to tire herself out—but when that happened, Veronica would catch her breath and press her lips against mine again.

I had no reason to avoid or refuse, so I didn’t try to stop her.

Her heated skin was hotter than ever before. Our mingled breaths were the same.

“Haah…”

“Raise your arms, Veronica.”

When our minds grew hazy in the heated air of the room, we occasionally removed each other’s clothes layer by layer.

First the heavy jackets or coats, then shirts, and eventually even the small accessories that got in the way.

Although it took quite some time to remove just the top, neither of us minded. Dealing with the cute little tongue invading my mouth was more important than having the leisure to care.

As Veronica tore off her shirt, she threw a joke in a mischievous voice.

“Haah, why… why is our Major so… good at this?”

Annoyingly so.

She didn’t add those words, but somehow I felt the usual Veronica would have said that.

In fact, if left alone, she surely would have added it. She was someone who couldn’t stop joking for a moment. But the reason Veronica chose silence now was simple.

“Hmmph…”

The sound of swallowing breath resonated in the air, and a moist sound spread throughout the room.

She seemed to have completely forgotten that her top had slipped down her shoulders and was now hanging on her forearms. Clinging to me, Veronica tangled her tongue with mine and tightened her arms around my neck, pressing her upper body closer.

I picked her up and began to walk.

After three or four steps, I pushed Veronica against the wall.

“Kyaah?!”

A sharp scream echoed through the bedroom.

There were only two people in the bedroom. The voice obviously belonged to Veronica.

Pushed against the wall, Veronica seemed quite flustered.

Was it because of the sudden action? Or was she trying to maintain her last bit of pride by staying on top? She began to protest sharply with haughty eyes.

“W-what are you doing?! You scared me!”

“You were heavy.”

“H-heavy? Ha! What’s that supposed to mean? Even if you lack strength, how could a man treat a woman like thiiiis…!?”

But that facade crumbled before long.

Before she could finish speaking, I began to tease Veronica’s body.

Though I had experienced it once before, Veronica’s body was more attractive than any woman I had ever seen.

Flawless clean skin, smooth curves flowing from shoulders to collarbone, chest, pelvis, and thighs. Her breasts, in particular, were perfect not only in shape and size but also in texture.

Watching those soft breasts crumple and overflow between my palms made me feel like I was baking bread. But seeing how quickly they regained their shape the moment I removed my hands, I doubted if dough could truly be compared to this.

Each time her breasts were squeezed, Veronica didn’t know what to do.

Explicit moans tickled my ears, and sharp nails scratched my skin. The saint’s urgent voice began to be heard.

“Hnngh… S-stop…”

Stop joking around.

That’s what Veronica was saying.

The confident attitude she had when pulling me to bed was already gone.

Normally, she would have scolded me for playing a prank I couldn’t handle, but this time, I agreed with Veronica.

“…Veronica.”

I carefully lifted her thigh.

Perhaps feeling my hand supporting her from below, Veronica responded.

It was more instinct than response. She gently placed her hands on my shoulders, trying to balance herself. I didn’t ask, but Veronica probably thought I was going to lift her up.

“…Haah!?”

A moan burst out.

It sounded like the death rattle of someone who had thrown everything away at the end of life, or like juice bursting when biting into a ripe fruit.

Veronica, who let out the moan, was now standing on her tiptoes. It was a precarious posture, barely standing on one foot.

But it wasn’t just her slender leg supporting her weight.

“Ah, ugh…”

As the distance between Veronica and me narrowed, the moans grew louder.

When our elastic pelvises and pubic bones finally met, she wrapped her arms around my neck as if hanging from a cliff edge.

“Ah, ah…”

“Veronica.”

Veronica slightly raised her head to meet my gaze.

Her once languid black eyes were now unfocused, and her cheeks, heated beyond warmth, were trembling slightly.

I kissed her collarbone.

“I love you.”

At the same time, a weary voice tickled my ear.

“Me too…”

The answer followed a beat late.

I embraced Veronica with all my strength. Each time our pubic bones and pelvises met and separated, the saint’s moans flowed through her clenched teeth.

Her melted voice was sweet, and the scent rising from her skin was also sweetish. With her delicate hand held, she lowered her head deeply while leaning against the wall.

Veronica uttered crumpled language in response to the sensation penetrating her body, and I had to clench my teeth at the feeling of goosebumps rising.

It didn’t take long to reach the moment I hoped would never come, yet always wanted to reach.

As Veronica’s head bowed deeply.

I embraced her strongly.

“Unnngh?!”

Hearing a moan as if she was about to pass out, I poured everything into her.

In the heated air of the bedroom, only panting breaths and occasional trembling floated.

For a while, we held each other, waiting for the storm-like aftermath to pass.

“……”

Veronica barely managed to stand up, leaning against the wall.

Her body still had aftershocks, and her excited breathing hadn’t calmed down, but she didn’t care.

Slowly turning around, the saint staggered and then fell into my arms.

“…Major.”

And in a very small voice, she made this suggestion.

“Shall we try… from behind?”