Ch.518Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

# Secretly escaping to the bathroom, Lucia nervously examined the item her sister had given her.

Rationally, she knew she shouldn’t use such a thing, and psychologically, her resistance was considerable.

Yet for some reason, she couldn’t take her eyes off the object.

“…No.”

Lucia, who had been staring at the sink, hastily slapped both her cheeks.

“I shouldn’t do this.”

As if hypnotizing herself, the saint muttered under her breath and walked under the shower, dousing herself with cold water. She hoped it would clear her mind.

Whether it worked or not was impossible to tell. But just taking a moment to breathe seemed enough to restore her mental and physical calm.

The saint continued taking deep breaths in her own world, isolated from the outside.

At that moment.

A strange voice clearly came from outside the bathroom, and responding to it, she approached the door without even taking time to dry herself.

That’s when it happened.

‘Haahng…!’

A familiar moan penetrated through the door and echoed in the bathroom. That’s why Lucia, who was about to turn the handle, hesitated.

“…No way.”

Confused while standing on the other side of the paper-thin door, she finally opened it very slightly after dozens of internal conflicts.

At that moment, what unfolded before the saint’s eyes.

Was a sacrilegious relationship she had never witnessed in her life.

## Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

When pressed down firmly, the petals swallow the object with intense pressure.

The folds constricting from all sides heat up like flames.

Past the entrance that resists like a finger pushing away an ill-fitting ring, the constantly contracting and relaxing flesh creates friction.

The lubricant with its subtle fragrance creates an obscenely chaotic melody between skin and mucous membrane.

-Squelch.

Like sucking air out of packaging to create a vacuum, the rear opening tightens mercilessly, refusing to allow even the slightest gap.

“Ahh… mmm…”

While the warm sensation clearly penetrates beyond the skin, even overwhelming the lubricant.

Veronica, embracing herself, curled her lips upward and raised her lowered head.

“How is it…?”

Her voice sounded intoxicated with triumph. She seemed to be expecting something, perhaps a specific answer.

I grabbed her waist. True to her tall stature, her waist was overflowing with charm.

As I slowly applied pressure with my weight, her seemingly composed smile crumbled, replaced by urgency.

“W-wait, stop… ah, aaahh…!”

The composure and confidence she had been displaying melted away like snow in an instant.

With her waist firmly held, the saint had to cover her mouth against the stickiness that spread from her thighs to her buttocks, waist, and spine, and the rising heat.

“Mmph, hah, mmm…”

A temperature that might be hotter than the sun. A tightness that constricted like a straitjacket.

It was almost suffocating. That’s how hot and tight the saint’s insides were.

The more I penetrated, the hotter and stronger her inner flesh became. It gripped the engorged tissue from all directions so firmly that I was the one who might need to beg for mercy.

“Veronica… loosen up a bit, ngh… please!”

I could truly understand what it meant to be pulled out by the roots.

And I hadn’t even fully penetrated yet. It was unbelievable.

I tried to soothe the saint, doing my best to help her relax. But Veronica seemed to have lost herself, not responding no matter how much I raised my voice.

“Mmm… hik…”

“What on earth possessed you to suggest doing this? Huh?”

“W-why… do you think… it’s because of… you…”

Veronica mumbled in a broken voice. So it was my fault after all.

Meanwhile, her rear passage continued to grip mercilessly. Quite contrary to its owner’s faltering voice.

I slightly lifted Veronica’s upper body as she lay prone, then slipped my arms between her armpits.

“Eh, what are you do-EEEK!?”

Veronica, who had barely regained her senses, let out a scream. Or more precisely, a moan.

The very tip of one of the two prominently raised mounds.

When I pinched it, a lewd moan erupted from the saint’s mouth as she breathed heavily.

“N-not there…! Haaahng…!”

“What do you mean it’s because of me? You wanted this yourself, didn’t you?”

I held onto Veronica’s weak spot and questioned her.

Naturally, the truth didn’t come out right away.

“I-I’m telling the truth! I did a surprise with my sister last time, didn’t I- HNGGGK!?”

After pinching a couple of times, the truth came out. Quite fortunately.

“F-fine! You’re right! I, I wanted to do it myself! There, happy?”

“You should have said so from the beginning.”

“If you’re satisfied, now let go, stop twisting and let go…!”

I kept tormenting the peaks of both mounds. The saint was making a fuss, saying I’d be in trouble if I didn’t let go immediately, but she didn’t seem threatening at all.

As I continued caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples, her body began to tremble incessantly.

Rough breaths and coquettish moans intertwined, with vulgar noises filling the gaps between.

Sweat that alternately dried and flowed made her skin glisten.

Just as her sister had once done, if I probed her vaginal flesh with my fingers, I could scoop up transparent threads in abundance.

“Ah… mmm… kyaah…”

We clung together on the bed, flesh against flesh.

Veronica seemed to view this as merely a vulgar game or an act of revenge, but this was a necessary adaptation process for her as well.

“Veronica. I’m going to start moving now.”

“Mmph, yes… move.”

I pressed down on both thighs and slowly withdrew my hips.

I peeled away the inner flesh that had wrapped tightly around my lower body.

“Haah, nnngh…”

The wrinkles clinging like mud and the needle-thin entrance.

Wet, pained sounds and rough breathing.

After enduring all that, when I had almost completely withdrawn my lower body.

“…Deep.”

The saint requested.

“Hard… thrust into me.”

Unable to even rise, she lay prone for a moment before speaking with a seductive smile.

“I’ve practiced a lot. So…”

And finally, she added:

“Is it okay if you thrust hard enough to break me?”

That was the decisive blow.

*

Her stubbornness-tinged confidence bordered on arrogance.

In that sense, the saint’s attitude could be seen as going beyond confidence to the point of arrogance. I was curious why a virgin who had never experienced anal sex would be so confident.

At first, I thought it was just pride. Veronica was one of the proudest people I knew, and she had shown that pride during her first experience.

I was wrong.

“You practiced?”

“Yesss…”

“How?”

“Al-aaah! By myseeelf…!”

Surprisingly, the saint had practiced alone. Meaning she had practiced by herself without anyone’s help.

And secretly at that.

“I bought… items… and secretly… developed…”

Good heavens.

To think I’d witness a religious person pleasuring herself from behind.

It was shocking even for me, who prided myself on having seen all kinds of depths while traveling the world.

Astonishing.

“Mmmmh…”

Contrary to her claim of having “developed” herself, the saint’s rear passage was essentially “undeveloped.” Even a non-expert could tell at a glance.

The sticky inner flesh and the tightly gripping wrinkles were undeniable evidence.

-Squelch, squelch, squelch.

As the slow back-and-forth continued, the lewd sounds repeated like stretched tape.

The mucous membrane, as hot as the sun, mercilessly constricted the swollen head and shaft.

Having exposed her intimate parts, the saint buried her face in the mattress as if looking for a mouse hole, unable to string words together for a while.

“Developed, you say?”

I whispered softly into her ear.

“…Shut up.”

Her defiant response clearly showed her embarrassment, but it didn’t last long.

Because the object stirring her insides retreated greatly, pulling back.

The unfamiliar sensation in her stomach was impossible to ignore. The saint shuddered at the tingling sensation that suddenly ran down her spine.

“Kyahng?!”

*

A sweet cry tinged with cuteness echoed once, and moist eyes opened wide.

Slap, slap, the loud noise of skin against skin shook the bed, mixed with sounds that epitomized lewdness.

“Hah! Haak! Ah, aahng!”

Like a table that remains sticky no matter how much you wipe it, the skin of the two people clung persistently and stickily.

The mattress undulated up and down with the repeated vigorous movement, and the two legs raised high swayed limply.

Her buttocks, which could be called a symbol of easy childbirth, were distorted with red marks. Her breasts, ripe like luscious fruit, were also flushed red, losing their original shape as they were pressed and folded.

-Squelch! Slap! Slap!

The tall saint, lying on her side, barely managed to raise her upper body.

Her lower body was still lying sideways, but there was no discomfort to be found on her face no matter how hard one looked.

Her massive breasts collided with each other, creating a lewd spectacle, but what was even more shocking was the way they were engaging.

The place where that male organ was entering and exiting was clearly not the front but the back.

In other words, not the organ for reproduction, but the organ for excretion.

“……”

The small saint, Lucia, couldn’t take her eyes away from the tiny crack in the door.

The lewd sounds that made her face tingle just from hearing them. The heated air in the bedroom created a dramatic contrast with the cold air in the bathroom.

It was a shocking sight that made her skin tingle even though she was watching from a different space, not the same one.

-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

A body used contrary to God’s intention is nothing but a darling of blasphemy.

From a religious perspective, it was wrong to pursue only desire rather than conception and prosperity, and it might also be socially unacceptable.

However.

The sight of the tall saint moaning sweetly with joy was so shocking.

The small saint could only watch, unable to even think of stopping her.

“Heuk…! Hek…! Hek…!”

To be honest, the tall saint didn’t look good. At least not to the small saint who knew her well.

When she was lying on a pillow engaging in the act, she seemed quite normal. But as time passed, she became somewhat… strange.

“Haak, euhk…! Good…! It’s good…! More… harder…!”

The sister who had always been full of composure and gentle in her demeanor was gone. The saint who had been an object of admiration and longing like a lighthouse illuminating the dark night, whom she still respected greatly, was also gone.

Just.

“I don’t know, I don’t knooow! It’s my first time too…!”

There was only a lewd woman struggling in the burning flames of desire.

Her sister cried and begged while having her breasts toyed with, then was lifted up and moved back to the bed. The sister who had always been confident could barely control her limbs when laid on the bed.

Perhaps due to the slight sobbing, the male organ looked particularly massive today.

And so.

“W-wait! Why are you grabbing my ankles- UNGGGK!?”

With both ankles firmly fixed, her sister rushed toward what might have been her umpteenth climax.

At that moment.

“…!”

As if finally coming to her senses, Lucia backed away from the door crack. Confused and not knowing what to do, she looked around. Her face was burning hot, and her hair, once soaked, had dried completely, leaving only discomfort.

An object she had forgotten entered her blue eyes.

*

I suddenly realized I had lost count.

First, lying prone with a soft pillow supporting my abdomen, then in a position with my upper body half-raised.

After that, we went through the table, the sofa, and back to the bed. So approximately…

Well, I don’t know.

-Slap. Slap. Slap.

I embraced Veronica’s back as she lay on her side, and we lay side by side.

The saint’s prominently protruding buttocks overflowed with elasticity from any angle. Also, when viewed from behind, her pelvis was essentially where the curves ended, giving her an indescribably seductive charm.

“Ahng, mmm, hik…!”

With the foreign sensation invading her at regular intervals, the saint could only moan, showing no other words or actions.

To describe it more specifically, she had no composure to do anything but moan.

That was natural, considering it was right after who-knows-how-many ejaculations. It was only natural to be tired both physically and mentally.

-Squelch…! Squelch…!

If you trace the source of the lewd sounds, you’ll see the seam between the luscious hills.

The saint’s “back pussy.”

Surprisingly, this vulgar term was coined not by me but by herself.

“Veronica.”

I move the hand resting on her waist forward, and extend the hand holding her shoulder to gently stimulate the vaginal flesh above and below and the tip of the mound.

Excited breaths brush against the pillowcase, and muscles that were momentarily tense relax, releasing a languid voice that becomes one with sweet nasal sounds flowing from her lips.

“Mm, mmm… why, why are you calling me…?”

“Can you say it again? What you said earlier.”

“It’s a bit embarrassing… but okay. Ahem…”

The enchanting curve falls gently, and half-closed eyes fill with a subtle heat.

Even her gaze and breathing exude coquetry.

With a bright smile, the saint whispers softly.

“…Send a lot into the saint’s back pussy.”

Wow. I’m speechless.

It’s a vulgar line that could be the epitome of crassness. The fact that Veronica could say this with a straight face made her truly crazy, insane.

Lying side by side with the saint, I climbed on top as soon as she finished speaking and began thrusting down.

“Haaaahng…! Why, why again…!”

“You asked me to send a lot.”

“G-gently, hik!? Do it gently!”

“You asked me to do it hard…!”

Veronica, who had barely caught a chance to rest, let out an unseemly scream before even three minutes had passed.

“Mmm…! At this rate, r-really! Heuk…?! I’ll b-break…!”

Slap slap, her elastic buttocks hit against my pubic bone and thighs, forming a rhythmic beat.

After pushing through the crazily constricting wrinkles and curves back and forth, when I withdraw the heated object, cool air touches the skin glistening with lubricant.

The moment I put strength into my waist again, the petals unable to withstand the pressure open up, and the saint’s back pussy welcomes me with hot warmth and lewd sounds.

It’s enough to make me dizzy. Incredible pleasure.

I leaned my upper body forward as if pressing against her and thrust my hips busily. The saint writhed from the pleasure obtained from the muscles that wriggled, contracted, and relaxed. The soaked blanket and pillowcase, the creaking mattress, and fallen appliances—everywhere was nothing short of a battlefield.

“Ungh, mmm, hiiiiiiik…!!”

A moan that seemed to pierce the ceiling and a trembling body.

Embracing the trembling Veronica, I penetrated to the deepest part, pushing through the tightly constricting entrance, inner flesh, and wrinkles, and ejaculated.

“Ah, aah…”

Veronica only made a sound with her mouth open, a sound that couldn’t form a shape. It was close to a moan. I needed to move too, but it seemed I couldn’t even lift a finger at the moment.

In the end, we couldn’t leave the bed for a while after that.

*

And a little later.

The greatest crisis of Veronica’s life arrived.

“Um, so… would you use my back hole?”

“…Sister?”

It was karma.