Ch.517Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

“Is this a joke?”

Despite suspecting it wasn’t, I couldn’t help but ask the question.

The back?

Even for someone as unpredictable as her, this was too bewildering.

“I’m serious.”

But Veronica was utterly sincere.

Her smile remained, and her attitude was light as a feather. Though her ideas might be outlandish, she didn’t seem to be speaking carelessly.

Wondering if this was just another mischievous prank, I questioned her again, but Veronica stubbornly stood her ground. It was at that moment I realized she wasn’t joking.

“You’re not kidding, are you?”

“Do I look like someone who would joke about something like this?”

I wanted to say “yes,” but there was no need to voice it. I was so shocked that my expression had already revealed everything.

Non-verbal communication is more important than verbal communication.

And one action speaks louder than a hundred words.

“If you’re so doubtful, why don’t you check for yourself?”

The saint had set aside complicated preambles and moved straight to action.

“Everything’s ready.”

Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

The accommodations were nothing short of first-class, perfectly suitable for distinguished guests.

It was only natural, given that the government had provided them, but this place overlooking the lake surprisingly held over 600 years of history.

This was one of the properties owned by the Abas royal family, historically hosting numerous wealthy individuals and foreign guests, including visiting royalty from other countries. The countless anecdotes left by visitors were sometimes passed down orally, sometimes recorded, decorating lines in history books.

The most famous anecdote involved the prince of the Hida Tofugoku in 1761.

Visiting Abas as a diplomatic envoy, he famously fell in love with the princess of Abas at that time and secretly consummated their relationship here.

The affection between the prince and princess was enough to become a topic of conversation, but the surprising fact was that their consummation occurred not from the “front” but from the “back.”

This peculiar act of love, considered quite bizarre even by modern standards, caused quite a stir. Though it was somewhat resolved when the prince and princess married, the fact that the lovers’ tale is still discussed today, nearly 200 years later, shows that this scandal was nothing short of a “shock.”

And now.

What was once considered a vulgar joke from the distant past was being reenacted once again.

*

Lucia felt as if she’d been struck in the head with a mace.

Having collapsed from fatigue, she only belatedly realized that her sister hadn’t come out of the bathroom, but at first, she hadn’t been suspicious or thought much of it.

She assumed her sister just wanted to cleanse herself before intimacy, or perhaps was taking a long bath to set the mood. Her sister sometimes lay in the bathtub for hours without any particular reason. Lucia thought today was just another such occasion.

However, the moment she heard her sister’s conversation after leaving the bathroom, Lucia couldn’t believe her ears.

“T-t-the b-back?”

Lucia, who had been lying on the bed catching her breath, looked at the two of them. Frederick seemed equally dumbfounded by the situation, wearing an expression like someone who’d been hit in the head with a hammer.

“Yes.”

“How would you even do it… there?”

At this half-dazed mumble, Veronica briefly opened her eyes wide, then let out a small “Ah” and raised the corners of her mouth.

“Was that too mature a topic for my little sister?”

“That’s not it, I do know about it…!”

At the playful joke from the elder saint, the younger saint hastily waved her hands and tried to take back her words. Claiming she did know about such things.

From Lucia’s perspective, this might have been a stepping stone to move to the next level, but for Veronica, it was nothing but excellent material for teasing.

Sure enough.

As soon as the words were out, she began making a fuss with exaggerated gestures, covering her mouth.

“My goodness! Our little sister, don’t tell me you knew about such things?”

“…Yeah.”

“Where on earth did you hear about it? Who told you?”

Veronica jumped onto the bed and stuck close to Lucia’s side. Then, poking her thigh with her finger, she continued her teasing in a subtle voice.

Once again today, the younger sister was no match for the elder. Like a ship tossed in a storm, she was pulled this way and that by her sister’s words, only able to stammer in response.

“N-no… That’s not what I…”

“Our Lucia. You’re more naughty than you look~”

Not stopping at words, she now began to tease with actions as well. It was hard to tell who was really being naughty here.

I stepped in to punish the sister who was teasing her sibling in every way possible. When I physically separated the two, Lucia, feeling awkward and embarrassed, quickly retreated to the edge of the bed.

Veronica didn’t take her eyes off this sight and licked her lips. As if she truly regretted it.

“Let’s take it easy. Why are you so desperate to devour your sister?”

“Why? You get to devour my sister, but I can’t?”

“Good grief…”

This is ridiculous. Is this really a religious figure?

I couldn’t hide my astonishment as I glared at the saint. Regardless, the elder saint opened a pouch she had brought from the bathroom and took something out to hand to the younger saint.

It looked like some kind of ampoule. It was filled with a liquid whose purpose was difficult to guess.

“What is this?”

At Lucia’s puzzled voice, Veronica gave a coquettish reply.

“A preparation tool that big sister is sharing with her naughty little sister.”

“…Preparation tool?”

Lucia, momentarily lost in thought, seemed to consider something, and then, with a gasp, rolled off the bed onto the floor.

Thanks to that shocked reaction, I could guess the nature of the “preparation tool.”

The most unseemly conversation between the two saints ended with the elder saint’s laughter, and I could only cover my throbbing forehead.

“What on earth are you giving your sister…”

“She said she knows enough about it, so what’s the problem? Since it’s come to this, she should try it if she wants to.”

“Are you a doctor? You’re giving out medication without a prescription.”

“I’m a healer better than most doctors. And do you really think I’d give my sister something harmful? I cherish her so much.”

Is this how someone who cherishes their sister acts?

I wanted to say something, but it would have been pointless. Was she the type to listen to what I had to say? Our Veronica was certainly no gentleman.

“Besides, it works really well. Want to check for yourself?”

The elder saint’s attitude, subtly touching her buttocks with her finger, was too vexing. So I slapped her bottom.

As my palm smacked against her skin, a low moan escaped through her clenched teeth. The elder saint, tensing her waist as if enduring the reverberating impact, stared at me with wide eyes.

Regardless, I began in a nonchalant voice, half resigned.

“What are you doing? You said to check, didn’t you?”

“H-hmm…”

“Lie down.”

*

Though I didn’t show it, I desperately needed a cigarette. I was at a complete loss about what to do.

Despite my decades of experience in intelligence agencies, facing all sorts of situations, I had neither experience nor knowledge about “doing it from behind.”

While the agency does provide “sex education” in some cases, that’s primarily for female operatives, not male ones.

Of course, I had acquired knowledge through personal channels. It’s not like I don’t watch adult content, and in “business,” I occasionally encountered people (mainly homosexuals) who did it from behind. But even that was information I learned during background investigations.

Right.

To be honest, I’m nervous.

What if Veronica gets hurt?

Tearing, infection… if any problems arise and are discovered, I might face immediate burial alive (literally).

“Tsk…”

How could I overcome this challenge? Despite racking my brain for all the knowledge I possessed, no particular solution came to mind.

But once we got into the actual situation, all my worries instantly proved unfounded.

“Preparation? What did you hear earlier? I told you it’s already done.”

Veronica had already come fully prepared.

She had “personally” taken care of everything from cleanliness to foreplay.

Her answer was so confident and direct that I once again couldn’t hide my bewilderment.

“Why did you do that yourself…?”

“Don’t tell me you wanted to do it for me? How kind of you.”

“No, that’s not what I… Never mind. Let’s drop it.”

It was a conversation that made me feel deflated, something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. She truly had a talent for taking the wind out of my sails.

Veronica, lying face down on the bed, began to position herself properly.

She lay on a soft pillow, turning her gaze over her shoulder. Her eyes, like embedded obsidian, sparkled between narrowly opened lids.

Slightly pushing out her buttocks, lifting both legs in the air, and supporting herself on her elbows as if leaning on a bar, her posture exuded confidence.

Her uniquely wide pelvis and full buttocks evoked the body of a goddess from ancient Greek-Roman mythology.

She had the quintessential figure of a mature woman, like a character from a masterpiece painting where the artist’s breath and soul were infused into every brushstroke.

“Phew.”

I took a deep breath, facing her sculpture-like backside.

Her bare buttocks were a breathtaking sight.

Right there was a tightly closed flower.

The moment I firmly grasped both cheeks and spread them apart, a small moan escaped from Veronica.

As the sound of fabric brushing against skin reached my ears, a view that no one had ever dared to imagine unfolded.

Dirty or vulgar?

Such thoughts didn’t cross my mind at all—it was too beautiful.

As I remained silent in disbelief at the incredible sight, Veronica, who had been quiet for a while, cleared her throat as if to hide her embarrassment and opened the conversation.

“You seem to have time to dawdle?”

“You’re unusually impatient today.”

“Who’s being impatient—hnngh?!”

The saint’s voice, which had turned to retort, was abruptly cut off.

Because my finger had penetrated deep inside her.

At the vivid sensation of her inner flesh being probed, the saint alternately gripped and released the bedsheet. Simultaneously, her insides also exhibited a pattern of tightening and relaxing.

I easily recognized the nature of the slippery fluid coating my finger.

“You might not be impatient, but you were certainly anticipating this. When did you prepare the oil…”

This time, the saint didn’t retort, perhaps having nothing to say.

With no ready answer, the saint tormented the innocent bedsheet, while I probed her inner thoughts—or perhaps her inner flesh.

The rapid cycles of contraction and relaxation, the powerful force tightly gripping my finger, the palpable heat…

It was so hot that I almost felt my joints might melt.

As I moved my finger to check, the lubricated membrane and skin rubbed together, creating wet, obscene sounds.

“Ugh, mmph, hnn…”

Whenever my finger brushed against her insides, Veronica continued to tremble slightly, simultaneously emitting small moans.

Eventually, when the foreplay was sufficiently complete…

“…Should I relax?”

The saint, lying on a thoroughly soaked pillow, wrapped her arms around herself as if to hide her anxiety.

Unresolved tension filled the gaps between her muscles and joints.

Her buttocks, unable to withstand the pressure, parted, and the flower petals split open.

“Hick?!”