Ch.371Episode 14 – One Religion, One Faith, Two Saints

I am aware that what I’m doing is wrong.

Adultery.

Infidelity.

Affair.

No matter what flowery words I use to dress it up, the fact remains that I’ve been intimate with someone else’s lover.

I possessed enough common sense to know that a relationship marked by constant anxiety about being discovered, nervousness, and guilt toward my sister was unhealthy. I also knew that such an unhealthy relationship couldn’t last long.

Didn’t the three disciples of the Divine who wrote the doctrine warn future generations?

Not to commit adultery.

Yet considering that a significant portion of solemn confessions in confessionals involve immoral extramarital affairs, it’s clear that adultery is something difficult to suppress even with faith.

But that doesn’t excuse immoral relationships. It certainly doesn’t justify ignoring or defending them.

That’s why most clergy don’t punish believers who confess the sin of adultery.

They simply forgive, believing the confessor truly repents and won’t sin again.

Even though they know full well those same people will soon be knocking on the confessional door again.

So, Veronica knows.

How grave her current sin is.

She knows perfectly well what uproar would follow if news of this—betting sacred objects as stakes—were to reach the Pope’s ears, who was already grabbing the back of his neck in dismay.

“Major.”

“……”

“Would you like to try… from behind?”

In my head, that is.

Episode 14 – One Religion, One Faith, Two Saints

When I heard Veronica’s suggestion, the first thing that came to mind was a scene from a movie I’d watched long ago.

It was about a young man who lost his father as an infant, grew up in unfortunate circumstances, and became a spy who saved the world.

I can’t remember the title now, but I vividly recall going to the theater with my intelligence agency colleagues.

My friends were arguing about trivial matters like whether cola or Sprite went better with popcorn. The senior colleague who had treated us to free tickets through his phone plan benefits was stuck in the bathroom with a stomachache, which was probably why the others were fighting over who would buy the food in exchange for the free movie.

As I watched them with disdain, I offered them some Sol’s Eye that I’d bought at the convenience store, telling them to stop fighting and try this instead. I still clearly remember the looks they gave me.

The movie was quite satisfying as I recall.

Dazzling action, simple story, impressive lead actors. Though not perfect, it was a harmonious composition with all three elements working well together, allowing us to leave the theater in good spirits.

Although time has eroded most details to the point where I can barely recall the title, I distinctly remember the final scene and its memorable line.

What was that line again?

Ah, yes.

At the end of the movie, the princess who confronted the protagonist who had come to stop the villain must have said something like:

“I’ll do it from behind.”

“……”

Even after my consciousness resurfaced to reality, I couldn’t speak for quite some time.

Veronica was gazing at me intently. Her chest, glistening with sweat dried by the cold air, rose and fell dramatically, and her eyes, like embedded obsidian, burned with desire.

As her excited breath tickled my collarbone, the saint wrapped her hands around my waist, pressing herself gently against me, and began rubbing her abdomen and thighs against mine.

“What’s wrong? Too provocative for you?”

“Are you serious…?”

I’m not so innocent that I don’t understand what she means by doing it “from behind.” In fact, when it comes to unusual sexual preferences, I probably know more than Veronica, who has lived her entire life as a clergy member.

Sexual deviations make for excellent material. This isn’t limited to the underground industry where they’ve become mainstream preferences.

Intelligence agencies are organizations willing to do anything to recruit informants, and sexual deviations, along with adultery, are commonly used to blackmail potential informants. I know this well, having pressured a homosexual Muslim and blackmailed an executive who was committing adultery with his secretary into becoming informants several times.

A CIA intelligence officer who was a close friend of mine once thoroughly destroyed the reputation of a terrorist known as a “pure jihadist” who was an assassination target. He not only intercepted messages exchanged with a subordinate’s wife with whom the target was having an affair but also falsely accused him of being a pedophile, completely ruining him. I couldn’t help but know about it since I was the one who intercepted those messages with the subordinate’s wife.

In other words.

Despite not having unusual sexual preferences myself, I was intimately familiar with that culture. And in my judgment, sex “from behind” was extremely risky.

“You could get sick doing that. If you get hurt…”

“Have you already forgotten who I am?”

Veronica continued with a face full of amusement.

“Who was it that reattached your finger?”

The hand wrapped around my waist gently enveloped my right hand. Naturally interlocking our fingers, Veronica lightly scratched my thumb.

“If you’re worried about disease… I’d suggest you set aside such concerns for now.”

Her delicate touch, after releasing our joined hands, began climbing up my body.

Wrist, forearm, shoulder. Then down to my collarbone and chest.

“I’m clean right now, you know.”

Her voice whispered with a hint of laughter.

Poking with her finger and twirling it around to tickle my skin, Veronica embraced me with both arms.

Thus, she suddenly found herself in my arms.

“But well. If you’re so concerned about my health…”

She said.

“Be gentle with me.”

“……”

“Or perhaps you prefer it rough?”

Enough with the teasing.

I sighed softly and embraced Veronica. Playing with her flowing hair that had somehow wound around my hand like a toy, I pondered.

What should I do?

The deliberation wasn’t long.

“…Saint. Are you sure you won’t regret this?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s do it, then.”

“I’ll get ready.”

The saint nodded.

Veronica bent her waist and knelt down demurely. She gathered her long hair with both hands and draped it to one side.

Finally, as she placed both hands on her thighs after preparing something.

As if on cue, the saint’s mouth opened.

“Shall we begin?”

Between her plump lips.

A red tongue extends over her fine teeth.

*

There’s a famous saying among the followers of the Order.

Meeting a saint is a lifetime’s fortune.

For believers, meeting a saint is as important as setting foot on holy ground before death.

Historically, except in cases where the Pope died suddenly, instances of the Holy See remaining vacant are rare. However, there have been many cases where the Altiora Cathedral remained without an owner for decades.

This was evidence of how rare saints were in the Order. Unlike the Pope, who is simply elected by clergy, saints had to prove they had received the Divine’s affection through miracles.

While over a hundred Popes have passed through the Holy See, the owners of Altiora Cathedral haven’t even reached sixty.

That’s why meeting a saint is considered the greatest fortune and a blessing from the Divine.

“Mmm…”

Then what should I call this?

I sat perched on the edge of the bed and looked down. Before my eyes was the saint, the most beloved descendant of the Divine.

“Haap… mmm…”

It’s not just seeing a saint’s face up close, or exchanging words with them. Even glimpsing a saint’s form from afar would be considered a lifetime’s fortune.

What should I call it when that saint is kneeling at my feet, diligently servicing my member?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I was lost in thought.

“Mmph…”

Veronica stuck out her tongue with a dreamy expression.

Her excited breathing mixed with the heat from her palms to stimulate my skin, and her plump lips, working in harmony with her fingers, gently enveloped my cold shaft.

The moment her plump tongue moved over the exposed head.

The sensation of her flesh licking upward from the base made me involuntarily twitch and shudder. And she didn’t miss that moment of movement.

Her obsidian-like eyes slowly rose, capturing my face in her two pupils. Seemingly satisfied with my reaction, Veronica smiled softly.

With a soft smack, she pursed her plump lips and kissed my member.

What followed was extremely simple.

With her tongue extended, she straightened her upper body and licked from the base upward, then parted her lips to take my member into her mouth. Then she moved her lips, slowly sucking it in.

Amidst the warm, moist mucous membrane constricting from all sides, her plump tongue began to dance.

It wasn’t an incredibly pleasurable or elaborate tongue technique. Veronica’s tongue movements were closer to rolling a candy than an exotic event from a lover.

But that was enough.

“Mmm… pahah!”

The satisfaction of having a saint—whom others can hardly even see—kneeling at my feet and diligently licking.

The sense of achievement from having taken both of the only two pure women in the world.

The feeling of conquest from mixing bodies with a woman of such high status that even the Pope could hardly speak properly with her, and having her unhesitatingly take my member into her mouth.

The sense of transgression from sharing a secret that must not be discovered with a saint who had drawn her sister’s man—another saint—into her bed.

I wondered if these expressions were appropriate, but it didn’t particularly matter to me right now.

Veronica concentrated on her caresses for quite some time.

She didn’t utter a word.

As if being chased by something, or perhaps buried in it. She devoted herself to caressing my member as if detached from the flow of time.

How much time had passed?

Finally, Veronica removed the member from her mouth and brushed back her hair behind her ear.

“You seem to be enjoying it. Judging by your reaction.”

It was a question not worth answering. Even if it weren’t this moment, my answer would always have been the same.

As if finding the saliva-glistening member endearing, Veronica kissed it and said:

“But… I’m a bit curious.”

“…About what?”

“Actually, until just now, I thought you weren’t interested.”

I couldn’t quite grasp what she meant. It was a question whose intent was difficult to guess.

“Was I not good enough? Or…”

That’s when it happened.

When Veronica’s gaze turned toward me.

Making a ring with her slender fingers, busily moving her soft palm over the saliva-slick member, she suddenly looked up at me.

Her eyes were boiling with affection and greed.

“Were you perhaps… afraid?”

There was no need to ask what she meant. I already knew what she wanted to say.

I raised my hand from the bed and grabbed Veronica’s hair. Conveniently, her luscious hair was gathered to one side, making it easy to grasp with one hand.

As if that action were a signal, Veronica lowered her head again and pressed her plump lips to the tip of my member.

“You said you wouldn’t regret it. Didn’t you?”

I pressed the back of her head gently with the hand holding her hair. Veronica offered no resistance.

Past her lips, grazing the curved tongue, and gradually narrowing mucous membrane.

When it finally reached deep inside.

“Kek…”

Her delicate shoulders trembled slightly, and a dry cough was heard.

But her subtle gaze, as if asking for something, still lingered.

Don’t stop.

Though she didn’t say it, there was no need for words.

Of course, that was my intention.

I pressed Veronica’s small head with both hands. At the same time, I moved my hips with all my might.

It didn’t take long for the member, slick with fluids of unknown origin, to emerge into the world.

It just felt like twice as much time had passed as actually did.

“Kek… kuhek!”

Released from the relentlessly pressing mucous membrane after a long ejaculation, I let go of Veronica.

When I tidied up the hair sticking to various places, the saint’s revealed face was quite shocking.

Dreamily unfocused eyes, slightly trembling shoulders. Though she must have been suffering from being unable to breathe, she didn’t open her mouth.

Instead, she merely pursed her plump lips tightly.

Finally, after a gulping sound of swallowing something was heard for quite some time.

“Puhah…”

Veronica finally opened her mouth and gasped for breath.

Placing both hands behind her back on the floor, the saint couldn’t continue speaking for a while. She merely managed to clear her blocked airway and inhale fresh air.

Then suddenly, lowering her head, Veronica began to send me a mischievous smile.

A very familiar smile.

“How was it…?”

“It was the best.”

“Better than with my sisters…?”

Indeed, the analysis that she had a competitive personality was accurate.

The Security Bureau probably didn’t know she would reveal that personality even in bed.

Seeing Veronica urging me to answer as if embarrassed, I reluctantly smiled and replied:

“That was my first time.”

“…Aha, so even Major, who has been freely touching my sisters, was experiencing this for the first time.”

Muttering thus, Veronica climbed onto the bed with her trembling legs.

“And…”

Then, sitting beside me, she spoke in a subtle voice:

“This will be your first time too.”

My gaze settled on the alluring pelvis before me. Slender fingers were gently scratching across her snow-white skin.

There was still plenty of time before dawn would break.

*

The heavy carriage left the main gate of the cathedral.

Numerous gazes followed the carriage as it drove down the main road.

Though the carriage had no distinctive features, the clergy couldn’t take their eyes off it as it moved away. The inquisitors and holy knights were especially fixated.

As the carriage made a wide turn and disappeared from view.

The inquisitor who had been appointed as the cathedral’s security officer approached the saint and quietly reported:

“She’s gone, Saint.”

“Yes, I can see that.”

Lucia nodded in response to the security officer’s words. Her eyes, containing the blue sea, traced the path the carriage had taken.

A priest wandering nearby checked his watch and addressed the saint:

“The air is cold, Saint. Let’s go inside now. The imperial guard is escorting the carriage, and there are plenty of police deployed in the city, so there shouldn’t be any problems.”

“I suppose so.”

“Yes. Though you have no schedule tomorrow, there’s no need to strain yourself until dawn.”

Lucia received the notebook the priest was holding. Her schedule was densely written on the thin paper.

Her blue eyes slowly rolled across the paper, reading the writing. After checking her schedule by looking at the notebook, she smiled gently.

“That’s fortunate. By the way, Father.”

“Yes, Saint.”

“Would it be possible for me to go out for a moment now?”

“You, Saint? It wouldn’t be a problem with an escort, but where would you like to go…?”

“Altiora Cathedral.”

The saint said.

“I’d like to meet Saint Veronica.”