Ch.378Episode 14 – One Religion, One Faith, Two Saints

“Wait a moment. Wait! No, no matter what, this is too much!”

Veronica frantically protested while firmly holding her clothes in place.

“My sister is right there, how could you…!”

Her slender finger pointed to where Lucia was. Despite the commotion, Lucia showed no reaction, exhausted from hours of exertion.

Looking at her sleeping so deeply, I thought someone could carry her away and she wouldn’t even notice. Perhaps I pushed her too hard. A belated sense of guilt bloomed in a corner of my heart.

But that’s one thing, and this is another.

Regardless of my thoughts about Lucia, what Veronica did today was utterly inexcusable. It was doubly infuriating to see her trying to use her sister while slipping away herself.

SMACK!

“Eek!?”

My palm struck her bottom with a resounding noise. Veronica, who had been trying to slink away, gasped in shock. When I raised my hand again, she covered her buttocks with both hands and spoke with a trembling voice.

“O-okay! I understand, so put your hand down!”

Episode 14 – One Religion, One Faith, Two Saints

The person Lucia feels most comfortable with is Veronica.

A saint born after 94 years and the handmaiden who assists her. Though a wall of status existed between them, they never once considered it an obstacle. This was because they shared commonalities that transcended differences in age and status.

It was the result of the cardinals’ recommendation that the still-young saint needed a companion. While many sought to place their relatives or children with the saint under the guise of consideration, the saint’s eyes were particularly drawn to one girl who made it onto the list despite fierce competition.

The girl had no parents or relatives, and her only connection was that the abbess of the convent where she was placed was a somewhat famous nun. The saint liked precisely this about her.

It wasn’t simply because the girl was in the same situation as herself. After all, children without parents were commonplace in this world. But the more she kept the young girl by her side and watched over her, the more she grew fond of her.

The saint and the girl had many similarities.

First, both were quite young. Veronica, who had been canonized as a saint just after turning twenty, was closer to a girl than a woman, and Lucia, who was in her teens, was the same.

Also, the girl was a rather good conversationalist. Unlike adults who would lecture about theology, church law, or foreign languages, the girl would ask about ordinary things. Having lived in the convent her whole life, she had never been outside, and would show illustrations of mountains and rivers from books borrowed from the library while asking questions, which was quite endearing.

That’s why the usually stern-faced saint began to smile in front of her handmaiden.

There was no shortage of whispers about how this unknown girl had secured a place beside the saint, but the saint didn’t mind. The position of a saint was a sanctuary large enough to embrace at least one child.

Perhaps the special relationship between the two wasn’t simply due to their similar ages or compatible personalities.

The time they spent together from their days at the convent until just before entering theological college may have strengthened the bond between the older and younger sister.

Lucia slowly began to open her eyes.

“……”

The first thing she felt upon opening her eyes was emptiness. Moving her hand that gripped the blanket to feel around, she sensed the cold touch of the mattress. In that moment, she had the illusion of lying alone on the vast bed. No. Perhaps she really was alone.

Feeling the soft touch of the fabric, Lucia inwardly sighed.

Looking around, she saw the empty bed. On the left was a crumpled pillow, and on the right table sat a half-empty water bottle.

And when she raised her head to look straight ahead, above her was her sister,

“…hic?!”

Making strange noises while supporting herself on the bed with both arms.

Veronica, who had been biting the back of her hand with urgent movements, met Lucia’s gaze as she blinked awake. Then, with a very awkward expression, she greeted her.

“A-are you awake…?”

With a face that was somehow flushed red.

*

After laying Veronica down on the bed, I fell into serious contemplation.

To be specific, I was contemplating how to punish this woman.

It sounded strange for a mere human to punish a saint who received God’s favor and everyone’s respect and love, but I didn’t have the luxury to worry about such details.

“What are you going to do now?” Veronica asked in a faint voice.

Looking at Veronica occupying the space next to Lucia, who had fallen asleep as if collapsing, gave me a peculiar feeling. Just as I was experiencing an indescribable sense of déjà vu, a memory I had glimpsed flashed through my mind like lightning.

Long ago. The most upvoted post on an internet community (a cyber sewage treatment plant). That post was filled with vulgar phrases.

I can’t remember it now, but one word that had left a deep impression suddenly came to mind. It was a word that implied bringing both an older and younger sister to bed at the same time. It was some kind of “donburi,” I think.

But the word isn’t important.

What’s important is the message.

“…Oh.”

Having had a good idea, there was no reason to hesitate. I immediately put it into action.

When I first made the proposal, Veronica seemed to feel tremendous shame. She vehemently refused, asking how she could possibly get on top of Lucia, and suggesting we move to another room first.

Of course, as always, it was only in words.

Even when I grabbed her wrist, Veronica didn’t even attempt to pull it away. Like a balloon tied to a string being pulled along without resistance, she too was laid down on top of Lucia.

In fact, seeing how she carefully got up on her own, afraid that Lucia might wake up if their bodies touched, it wasn’t so much that she was laid down as she lay down herself.

Either way, nothing changed.

“W-wait a moment! Just wait… Eek! Haah, ungh?!”

Lying face down on the bed, Veronica turned her head slightly and pleaded. I grabbed the saint’s hips and thrust my waist forcefully.

Despite the sudden insertion, Veronica showed no sign of surprise. Rather, the saint’s inner flesh embraced the intruder that came in uninvited and ravaged her inside.

The intense movement continued. The pubic bone and buttocks repeatedly met and separated, creating vulgar noises. Veronica bit her lip, suppressing her moans. She even held her breath, worried that her sister lying right below might hear and wake up.

Even while trying to steady her increasingly rough breathing, we didn’t stop for a moment. Like a rider on the prairie whipping his horse and spurring it on. Like chemicals meeting and causing a chain reaction, the movements grew more intense, and the pressure on my member likewise increased.

Just as I firmly grasped her breasts that were swaying like a ship in a storm.

“Mmm…”

A strange sound, far from vulgarity, began to clearly penetrate through the lewd noises.

“…hic?!”

Veronica, who had been lying face down, suddenly started hiccupping.

And a moment later. Lucia’s dreamy, relaxed voice came from below.

“Sis…ter…?”

“A-are you awake…?”

With an awkward smile, Veronica greeted her, while Lucia, who had awakened from sleep, gently looked around. I, who was behind Veronica’s back, tilted my head and met Lucia’s gaze as she surveyed her surroundings.

“…Ah.”

A sound that could have been either exclamation or sigh escaped through her pink lips.

We were caught. Just as Veronica thought “we’re screwed” and hurriedly tried to get up.

“Sister….”

“Y-yes! My sister, why suddenly- mmph!”

Lucia grabbed the back of Veronica’s head and pressed their lips together.

Veronica, who had been trying to rise by pressing against the mattress, fell downward as she was forcibly pulled. She frantically patted her sister’s shoulders with her hands and tried to lift herself by pulling back the bedspread, but to no avail.

The sister who had stolen her lips wrapped her arms around her neck and began to embrace her strongly. Then she looked at me, who was standing a little distance away, and smiled gently.

I, who had been staring blankly at the scene, snapped back to my senses at Lucia’s smile.

“Oh….”

I couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

It was a situation that demanded admiration.

Lucia, embracing Veronica, moved her body to straddle her stomach. Until just recently, Lucia had been lying underneath, but now Veronica was beneath her.

The sudden reversal of positions was surprising, but her technique was quite good. To take the mount position with a body that had just woken up from sleep. It was an incredibly natural technique.

Lucia subdued Veronica’s struggling hands with one of her own. Then she slowly turned her head and said to me.

With a slightly shy face.

“…Come here.”

How on earth could this be considered a saint?

Who could possibly call these two saints?

“S-sister! Lucia! Get off me quickly…!”

“Stay still, sister.”

“Oh, really! This is driving me crazy….”

It was a dizzying sight, but there was no need to think deeply about it. Hadn’t we crossed the line long ago?

I joined the two saints and spent time with them until dawn broke.