Ch.519Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

Fortunately, the tragedy of both sisters being deflowered in a single day did not occur.

This was because Veronica and I, having witnessed Lucia’s sudden advance, intervened with all our might to stop her.

After lengthy negotiations, we reached the conclusion to “just keep things normal,” and I quickly escaped to the shower room before another embarrassing commotion could break out.

Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

After what felt like an eternal shower, I returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed as the two saints approached me.

Veronica and Lucia stayed close together. The awkward and uncomfortable atmosphere from earlier had dissipated, as if nothing had happened. Perhaps there had been an unspoken agreement between the two saints who wanted to pretend the embarrassing incident never occurred.

“Hmm…”

Veronica, who approached first, buried her face in the nape of my neck.

“You smell nice?”

My thoroughly washed body emitted only a pleasant scent. I had showered meticulously despite knowing it would soon be covered again with sticky odors.

The sensation of both heaviness and softness pressed against my back. Veronica stroked my shoulders.

And shortly after, pure divine energy briefly swept through every corner of my body.

“What did you do?”

“Cleansing. I purified you thoroughly.”

Although I had taken a refreshing shower, she had used divine power as a precaution.

I wondered if it was appropriate to use divine power for such purposes, but Veronica just smiled as if it were perfectly normal.

“Health, cleanliness. What could be more important than keeping the body pure? If I were going to be punished for this, it would have happened long ago.”

Her words had a sharp truth to them.

“Well, now that preparations are complete…”

Veronica brushed back her hair and stood up from the bed. At the same time, Lucia also rose with a shy expression.

Though no one spoke first, we all moved as if by prior agreement.

I naturally sat at the edge of the bed. The brilliant golden hair and deep black hair that had stood tall now lowered together.

The smaller saint blushed like a radish, while the taller one placed her hands on her thighs and began to smile.

“Shall we begin?”

*

Debates about superiority know no bounds of age or field.

Sometimes they manifest as innocent curiosity contests among children, other times as ego battles among childish adults.

From simple questions like “Do you prefer mom or dad?” to fan wars over certain idol groups, bloody verbal battles between supporters of famous sports stars like Messi and Ronaldo, and keyboard battles on the internet that erupt over trivial topics.

Countless debates exist in the world to determine superiority, and among them is the debate over “hips versus breasts.”

Hips and breasts, breasts and hips.

If forced to choose just one, people would present all sorts of arguments based on their own logic and reasoning, but any true man would reach the conclusion that even Solomon himself would applaud: “the more, the better.”

Anything large, broad, and beautiful is good.

In the same context, no situation could better embody the expression “the more, the better” than the present one.

“Mmm~”

My vision is filled with symbols of motherhood so large that one hand can barely grasp them.

The breasts, which seem to defy gravity while maintaining perfect form and balance, contain a milky white glow, and the tips of their plump flesh are adorned with pink berries that have freshly bloomed.

The peaks, which emit a sweet fragrance like cherries on a milk cake, are surrounded by pink borders as if suggesting overflowing flesh.

“Ah…”

Opposite these ripened fruits is another pair of fruits.

The breasts that had always been carefully concealed couldn’t compare to the other’s voluptuous body, but they were still sufficiently elastic and appetizing.

Particularly charming were the light pink peaks. The tips, shaped like small raspberries, were as cute in color as they were in form.

“It’s embarrassing when you look so directly…”

Lucia, unable to hide her shyness, covered her mouth and averted her gaze.

This was a stark contrast to her embarrassing behavior from earlier.

Unlike Lucia, who was overwhelmed with embarrassment and shame, Veronica maintained her usual confident attitude.

“Come on~ Are you going to keep staring at our little sister like that? What if her pretty face gets too hot?”

With a seductive smile and gleaming eyes, the saint bent forward with languid movements.

“I tell you, being too healthy can be troublesome.”

A pair of ripe fruits descended like a curtain, swaying greatly with even the slightest movement.

Veronica, with her hands on her thighs, lifted her supported breasts. The rich scent of flesh stimulated my senses, and the peach-like, soft texture overwhelmed me with violent pressure.

Since the older sister had moved, it was now the younger sister’s turn.

Lucia hesitantly grasped her own breasts and filled in the empty space.

“Haah…”

“Mmm…”

The two saints’ breaths intertwined in the air, and flesh imbued with rich fragrance touched each other.

Decadence, sin, holiness, and nobility.

It was a paradoxical scene where concepts that should never mix, like oil and water, coexisted in a swirling vortex.

The stimulation was overwhelming to the point of violence.

The breasts with their substantial weight were sufficiently erotic on their own, but when doubled, the pleasure was multiplied.

The two women who had overlapped their luscious breasts didn’t stop there but applied pressure as well.

The flesh, already carrying considerable weight, needed only a little force to create stimulation, but the force applied was far from gentle.

The snow-white skin without a speck of blemish rippled. Even “ripple” was an inadequate description—it was a wave.

In the midst of waves of ecstasy and lust, Veronica wore a faint smile.

“This isn’t enough, is it? How about we try this?”

With a meaningful smile, she removed the hands that had been supporting her breasts.

As her voluptuous breasts swayed, I felt warm hands enveloping my lower body with a soft touch.

“Slurp…”

Veronica, positioned between my legs, began stimulating me in earnest with her tongue and hands.

A wet, warm, and soft sensation covered the tip while gentle hands caressed the base.

Her mischievous tongue, which rolled like candy, traveled down the shaft, and her fingers, which had been moving up and down, formed a ring to fill the emptiness.

“Ugh… Wait, Veronica…”

“Slurp… Mmm…”

I tried to stop Veronica, but she showed no intention of backing down. Judging by the faint heat swirling between her crescent-shaped eyes, it was certain.

Despite having climaxed several times already, this was too stimulating.

Just as I hurriedly reached out to stop her:

“It’s alright.”

Lucia grabbed my hand.

“Please stay still.”

“That’s not—”

Before I could add anything, she was one step ahead of me.

Lucia cradled her breasts with her hands and wrapped my lower body with soft flesh.

As her breasts, which seemed to transmit a faint pulse, settled into place, her lips enveloped the part that her breasts couldn’t cover.

Plump lips and soft breasts, wet and moist energy and warm, soft sensations.

Rough breaths tickled my pubic bone as if expressing emotions, and the clear throbbing of her heart was transmitted.

“Mmm, ah.”

“Slurp… Mmm…”

The two saints stimulated my lower body as if in perfect harmony.

It was truly a sinful sight.

Sensing the approaching end, Veronica, who had been intensifying her tongue movements, pulled away with a “Pahh-” sound, and simultaneously, Lucia also withdrew her upper body.

Hot, sticky white fluid sprayed onto both of them immediately after.

“Haah… Haah… Mmm, whew.”

While Lucia caught her breath with her hands on the floor, Veronica, who had been fixing her disheveled hair, noticed her sister’s heaving breasts and flicked them with her finger.

“Yap.”

“…Eek?!”

Caught by the surprise attack, Lucia collapsed from weakness.

Finding her sister’s reaction quite amusing, Veronica laughed playfully as she caught the collapsing Lucia.

Her mischievous nature remained unchanged.

“Sister, please stop such pranks…”

“Alright~ I’ll be careful next time, okay? Hehe.”

“Sigh…”

A sigh escaped from Lucia’s lips, perhaps in resignation.

Regardless, Veronica continued to tease her sister who had laid her head on her lap, smiling broadly.

Faint moans escaped through tightly closed lips, accompanied by trembling. The saint, who had been circling her finger along the light pink border, looked at her melting sister and then turned her gaze to me with a satisfied smile.

“Well, it seems our sister has collapsed. And you, Major…”

At that moment.

Her eyes, moving up and down, drew an attractive arc.

“It seems you’re too healthy for your own good?”

*

The younger sister, who had received incorrect knowledge from her older sister (self-taught), came prepared with embarrassing requests, but the bold demands were thwarted by the strong opposition of both herself and her sister.

Fortunately, Lucia accepted this fact readily.

“I’m fine with a normal relationship too. The other things… I’ve never tried them anyway.”

To be honest, the fact that two sisters were simultaneously sharing a bed with an outside man meant no one would consider this a “normal relationship,” but I didn’t feel the need to argue the point.

Anyway.

As Lucia suggested, we decided to spend time as usual.

Lucia had originally restrained her expressions of affection, but recently she had become quite proactive. Like a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon to become a butterfly.

This change was mainly evident in her methods, with the most dramatic change being her kisses.

“Mmm… Mmm…”

A languid kiss where lips met and parted, distinctly different from before. The stickiness of intertwining tongues and breaths was impressive.

The stiffness from nervousness was completely gone. Physical contact that once required the right mood now happened naturally.

I embraced her delicate hands that were gradually entwining with mine and looked at Lucia.

“You really like holding hands, don’t you?”

“Yes… I do.”

There was no need to ask if she would keep holding on. Our firmly interlocked fingers rarely separated.

With one hand interlocked and the other kneading her breast.

“…Mmm, ah…!”

The breast, which couldn’t be completely covered even with a wide palm, felt like a fantastically grippable wine glass.

In ancient times, Helen of Troy, the protagonist of the war between Troy and the Greek alliance, dedicated wine glasses called “mastos” modeled after her breasts to the temple. Cleopatra, the epitome of femme fatale, served Caesar and Antony wine glasses modeled after her elastic, voluptuous breasts.

Then what kind of glass would Lucia’s breasts be comparable to? The answer would not come easily.

The chewy, plump elasticity.

The joy of being able to grasp them with one hand.

The resilience like a ball that would bounce if thrown, the perfect shape like a well-combed ceramic bowl, the scent reminiscent of fragrant flowers… The harmony stimulating all five senses was beyond comparison with any artificial object.

“The saliva… Let me wipe it first- Mmm!”

Lucia’s words were cut off. The moment I twisted her small, cute nipple, she threw her head back forcefully.

When my touch nudged her arm as if pushing it away, she gently tightened her interlocked fingers. Then Lucia would begin to caress my side as if nothing had happened.

Saliva intertwined and broke like honey threads. Not even noticing it flowing down her jaw and cheek, her soft tongue carefully tied knots.

I took her nipple in my mouth.

“Aah!”

Skinship with Lucia generally followed this pattern.

Although she had become much more proactive than before, she still occasionally showed her old self when the mood heated up, becoming tense and not knowing what to do.

In contrast, Veronica was surprisingly relaxed.

No, she was beyond relaxed—she was overflowing with confidence.

“Mmm… Mmm… Slurp…”

If skinship with Lucia was like a shower, skinship with Veronica was comparable to a downpour or a deluge.

Her tongue coiled mercilessly like a snake in heat. It swept through every corner, even the roof of her mouth and teeth, as if trying to leave traces everywhere.

Unlike her sister who interlocked fingers, her hands reached various places. Sometimes on the shoulders, waist, neck. She would even suddenly grab my wrist and pull it toward her chest to observe my reaction.

With a bit of exaggeration, her bare breasts seemed to require two hands just to lift. The symbols of motherhood boasted tremendous elasticity and richness; burying one’s face in them felt like suffocation, and when I actually tried it, there seemed to be some possibility of that.

Is this not the mystery of the human body?

This sticky, persistent, passionate kiss was precisely what highlighted the difference between the two saints.

Of course, there was another “real” difference.

“Phew…! Mixing that tongue that you mixed with our sister with me. What kind of manners is this?”

A bewitching tongue that even the devil’s offspring would acknowledge as “vulgar.”

The magical eloquence that could infuriate people was exactly that difference. It was also Veronica’s trademark.

I kneaded her overflowing breasts like dough and retorted.

“I told you we should meet just the two of us next time.”

“Oh my, just the two of us? What sinister scheme do you have that you want to meet alone?”

“You’re really asking for it.”

“Mmm…”

No matter how much I warned her, this habit showed no signs of improvement. Rather, Veronica seemed to enjoy such warnings.

As I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her breasts, she began to initiate things.

“You seem angry. Then… would this make you feel better?”

After making this meaningful prediction, the saint pulled the other saint who was sitting at the edge.

As the golden hair of the saint who had unexpectedly lain down became disheveled, the saint who climbed on top of her flashed her obsidian-like eyes.

“…”

Her subtle gaze lingered on me. As if asking whom I would choose.

The two saints silently stared at me, and judging by how soaked the floor was, no further preparation seemed necessary.

The tip of my member slightly penetrated the saint’s crevice. As expected, her body, already prepared, convulsed slightly while emitting fluid, ready to accept. And the shy peak that had completely emerged from its cocoon as well.

When I thrust my hips, both Lucia’s hand clutching the bedsheet and Veronica’s arm wrapped around her sister’s waist trembled simultaneously.

“Mmm!”

“Aaah!”

Toward the two saints’ touching navels, overlapping lower abdomens, and the soft, tender flesh much further below…

I thrust my member with all my might.

“Mmm, ah!? Th-that, oh, s-sister…!”

“Mmmmm!”

While stimulating the shy exposed tips and soaked private parts back and forth, Lucia and Veronica continuously emitted sweet moans.

The irregular movements created by their roughened breathing were a different kind of pleasure.

The more I traversed the curved valley, the rougher their breathing became, and when gasping sounds were heard, their entire bodies would convulse slightly.

To think that merely exploring the crevice of their private parts could be this ecstatic.

The two seemed to share the same thought.

“Sister, sister…! I, how, mmm…!”

“Lucia… C-can you loosen your arms…?”

The two held each other tightly and wouldn’t let go. Lucia, who had wrapped her legs tightly around the thigh, and even Veronica, who was begging her sister to let go, still held onto her back.

It seemed their actions couldn’t keep up with their thoughts.

Though unintended, their decision to hold each other tightly was truly excellent. That is, in a sexual sense.

With their bodies pressed together and pulled even closer by their combined strength, they couldn’t withstand the unimaginable pleasure and were quickly exhausted. Not just me, but Veronica and Lucia as well.

Of course, I had no intention of ending things here.

“Ah… S-suddenly entering… Eek?!”

The smooth buttocks rippled strongly. Every time Lucia’s buttocks, wet with love juices, collided with my thighs, lewd splashing sounds erupted.

Following the source of this wetness, one could find two places: the lower crevice that spurted in rhythm with the pumping sounds, and the upper crevice that expelled water at regular intervals.

Like snow falling from trees in winter mountains when shaken, water was expelled from above with each vibration and impact.

I went up to the upper house and tapped the small bell to complain to the owner.

“Kyah!”

With a jolt, Veronica raised her head and gave me a look mixed with resentment and irritation.

“W-what?”

“The downstairs is flooded now. Aren’t you going to fix it?”

After pondering for a moment, she seemed to realize something and exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement.

“W-what are you saying! What do you expect me to do about it?!”

Veronica, unable to hide her embarrassment, shook her head firmly. However, it didn’t seem like it would last long.

Because Lucia, pinned underneath, was almost reaching her climax.

“Hah, ah, mmm, ugh…”

I continued thrusting vigorously while holding her hands tightly.

As bodily fluids continuously welled up and dried on my pubic bone and thighs, and as I strongly explored the curves of the smooth inner flesh:

“Mmmmm!”

Lucia’s waist twisted sideways as she tightly gripped my hands.

I was able to escape from that pleasurable curve by moving her melting body, and immediately invaded the troublesome upper house.

“Eek?! Mmm, th-that, mmmmm…!”

“Ugh… When you cause trouble, what are you trying to do!”

“Lucia… S-sorry… Aaaah!”

Veronica failed to speak properly, as if her tongue were tied. She seemed to have slightly lost her senses.

Of course, the apology didn’t matter. The reason I found her troublesome wasn’t because of the ceiling leak but because she had prevented me from finishing.

Well, whatever. Everything turned out fine in the end.

The lewd act that began by simultaneously stimulating the private parts of the two overlapping saints continued past midnight and into the early morning. Everyone spent time in a daze.

But the enjoyable time ended earlier than usual.

The reason was a text message that came to me, cooling the heated atmosphere.

It didn’t contain any serious content, nor did it require decryption.

In other words, it wasn’t a message from the company.

Honestly, it was a message that could have been ignored without any issue.

Except for the fact that the sender was Francesca.