Ch.376Episode 14 – One Religion, One Faith, Two Saints

I heard a sound like someone gasping for breath. It was the sound of someone swallowing air.

It wasn’t easy to determine whose voice it was from that alone.

However, since Veronica was the one who had pulled me onto the bed, she was the one who brought the blindfold, and I knew well that she loved pranks more than anyone else—quite unfitting for the gravity of her position as a saint. I could only cautiously deduce that it was Veronica who had swallowed that gasp of air.

The saint held her breath.

Rustle. The bedsheet brushed against my hand and slid away lightly. The soft sensation of fabric lingered briefly on the back of my hand resting on the bed before disappearing.

As I groped around trying to distinguish objects, a softness that couldn’t even be compared to fabric or cushions overflowed from my grasp.

That’s when it happened.

The sound of panting breaths echoed throughout the room. Simultaneously, a warm, sweet fragrance wafted through the air. Startled by the sudden panting, I reflexively moved my hand, only then realizing that I had placed my hand on someone’s body.

At that moment, a delicate hand grasped my wrist, and Veronica’s faint voice began to linger in my ear.

“Don’t pull away.”

“……”

“There’s no need to be afraid.”

Episode 14 – One Religion, One Faith, Two Saints

When you wander the world for nearly a decade under various identities, you’re bound to meet all sorts of peculiar people.

An intelligence officer who, after working at a universally avoided third-world embassy, was thrown into the middle of a desert on headquarters’ orders. Deployed alone in the field, he triumphed in a battle of wits against Russian intelligence officers who were militarily, economically, and politically supporting local tribes that had transformed into warlords.

There was also a target who miraculously survived poisoning, stabbing, blunt force trauma, gunshots, electrocution, and assassinations disguised as falls, only to ridiculously die of indigestion in bed.

Then there was the time I spotted an informant contacting a suspicious person and, sensing something was wrong, chose to flee—only for counterintelligence officers to raid the safe house moments later. Conversely, there was an intelligence officer who repeatedly acted carelessly—ordering deliveries to the safe house and boasting about working at the embassy—yet somehow avoided arrest by counterintelligence agencies.

I’ve met countless oddities in my life, but one person stood out above all others.

The 58th Saint of the Order, Veronica.

A saint carefully raised by the Kien Empire’s royal family and the Imperial Guard’s top intelligence agent.

She was a bat-like figure who, after actively working as an intelligence agent for a full decade, ultimately betrayed the Guard and chose to defect. While the world called her either a great saint blessed by God or a treacherous person who betrayed her country, I always referred to her as:

A crazy woman.

Even now, that’s what she was.

“Heh, mmm, haah…”

Veronica had never had relations with any man or woman in her life. This was true both officially and unofficially.

Both the Inquisition, which investigated all clergy of the Order, and the Imperial Guard, which had employed the saint as an intelligence agent, had long acknowledged the saint’s purity. “Purity” was just a nice way of saying she had no romantic experience whatsoever.

But as they say, a thief who learns late doesn’t know when dawn breaks. Lately, Veronica seemed half-mad with lust.

“Hnn, ughh…!”

Her warm breath tickled my earlobe. Beyond the soft skin, I could feel the tension in the muscles of her inner thighs.

The erotic moans lingering in my ears were the complete opposite of the pious words that usually flowed from her mouth. Though her true nature was far from that of a clergy member, Veronica had always maintained at least a minimum level of dignity that she could show to everyone as a saint.

But not anymore.

With her legs spread, held by the ankles by a man, there was no dignity to be found. Her writhing body and moans were so vulgar it was hard to believe she was a saint.

Though my eyes were covered, I could vaguely picture how Veronica might look right now. Her chin would be lifted high, her waist twisting as she gripped the sheets tightly. Her toes would be curled so tightly they might cramp.

I’d always thought she was a bit crazy, but recently Veronica had far exceeded my expectations.

Not content with committing adultery, she had proposed this encounter even though we were about to part ways. She even claimed she had gotten Lucia’s permission. And somehow she had prepared a blindfold.

Sexual relations while blindfolding the man? I couldn’t understand what kind of sexual preference this was. I prided myself on having met many strange people in my life, but no oddity could dare stand shoulder to shoulder with Veronica.

“Haack, keh, hnngh… uh, mmm?!”

Her moans changed as her thighs contracted. It was because a sticky, dough-like mound had wrapped around my palm.

Her thighs, which had been pushing back with all their might, retreated as if burned when her waist arched. The sweet moans mixed with sweet breaths for a moment. The thoroughly wet flesh began to squirm while swallowing me to the root.

I wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her close with all my strength.

In that moment, her waist lifted from the sheets.

As our pelvic bones and navels met, her full breasts pressed against my chest.

“Mmm, oh, hnngh, haah… mmm, aah, mmmph!”

Broken moans that couldn’t flow smoothly began to fill the room.

The saint clinging to me not only wrapped her arms around my neck but also buried her face in my shoulder.

Each time her body moved, my shoulder became damp in the blink of an eye.

With the strength of her arms tightening around my neck and the sensation of teeth gently digging into my shoulder, I pulled her thighs closer, pressing our bodies together even more firmly.

By the time formless moans and wet sounds spread throughout the bedroom…

“Hnn, mmm, hnnngh…!”

The saint’s heavy breathing reached my ears. Ecstatic moans.

Her writhing cries sharpened my mind. Like a bull charging toward a fluttering red cloth with bloodshot eyes, pleasure traced my nape and raced down my spine.

Nerves stretched to their limit like a tightly drawn string. In the slowly flowing time, I barely held onto my sanity as I exhaled a leisurely breath and relaxed my tense muscles.

It was climax.

The afterglow was long.

Compared to the moment when pleasure struck up my spine and scrambled my brain, the moment of release passed in an instant, but the afterglow of climax remained like embers, asserting its presence with each breath, making my body twitch.

I took deep breaths repeatedly to calm my body, which was still trembling from the lingering sensations.

A warm, cozy fragrance gently embraced the tip of my nose.

The heat rising from soft skin like a blast furnace. The pounding heartbeat. The body scent intensified and became more distinct with the heated body temperature. The fragrance was so clear and intense that it felt like burying my nose in a spring flower bud.

As I held that body tightly and exhaled excited breaths…

…flower scent?

I suddenly lifted my head at the thought that flashed through my mind.

“…Huh.”

I don’t have superhuman olfactory abilities like in some martial arts novel or fantasy story where I can deduce identities just by smell. Even in this world of magic, divinity, and mystery, no human possesses such an exceptional sense of smell—perhaps beastkin might, but not humans.

But the fragrance rising from the saint’s skin now seemed strange somehow.

I didn’t know much else, but this natural, pleasant scent was not what Veronica’s body usually smelled like.

“…Veronica?”

“Ah.”

As if in response, a short exclamation reached my ears. It was Veronica’s voice.

And then came a soft chuckle, like air escaping.

“…I see you’ve noticed?”

Along with the chuckle came a meaningful remark. And a stream of light seeping in from below.

I frowned at the sudden intense light. My vision, which had adapted to the darkness, became cloudy—like eyes widened in surprise screaming.

Beyond that hazy fog, a blurry outline appeared.

A woman with silk-like black hair was smiling. On her playfully raised index finger hung the thick blindfold.

Veronica, who had removed the blindfold without any warning, was kneeling demurely at the head of the bed. As always, with a mischievous smile.

And Lucia, lying with her head on Veronica’s lap,

“…Haanh.”

Was looking up at me with her chin raised, moaning.

“…Ta-da!”

The saint supporting the other saint’s head on her lap spread her arms wide. With one eye cutely winking, she continued.

“A surprise show for you, Major! This should be a memory you’ll never forget for the rest of your life, right?”