Ch.522Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

At first, I thought it was an intruder.

I assumed some lackeys sent by some company had broken into my quarters.

I was wrong.

“…Eh?”

As I opened the door, light illuminated the darkness, revealing familiar women.

Veronica and Lucia.

The two saints of the Order, who until just moments ago had been spending time with me. The two of them were sitting helplessly in front of my bedroom, looking at me with trembling eyes.

Having steeled myself before opening the door, I froze momentarily at the bizarre scene unfolding before me.

…Why are these two here?

The suffocating silence continued for quite some time.

Like villains from those anime my otaku colleague used to watch, the two seemed to have stopped thinking altogether, just sitting there without the slightest movement.

“What are you—”

Just as I opened my mouth in confusion, Veronica let out a silent scream, putting her finger to her lips with a “Shh! Shh!” and began jumping up and down.

Veronica’s gesture to be quiet and Lucia’s sidelong glances as she broke into a cold sweat.

Looking back and forth between them, I finally understood the situation and carefully closed the bedroom door.

With a click, I pushed the handle to make sure it was properly closed.

No sooner had I let out a faint sigh than I took the two to the room farthest from the bedroom.

“What on earth is going on?”

Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

The interrogation began in an empty room.

I confronted Veronica and Lucia, demanding to know what they were doing.

“A-ahem…”

Lucia, who had been avoiding eye contact since before our conversation began, finally turned her head away completely.

As if she knew she had nothing to say for herself, she offered no response and merely avoided my gaze. It was the typical reaction of someone whose excuses had run thin.

“What did we do wrong?”

In contrast, Veronica responded with shameless audacity.

Either she firmly believed she’d done nothing wrong, or she was being aggressive to avoid getting caught in an apology. It was a response that was hard to figure out.

Water and oil, fire and ice. The reactions of the two saints diverged as dramatically as public perception and evaluation of them.

For me, both were enough to drive me crazy.

“Why on earth were you peeping into my bedroom? Who taught you it was okay to do such a bad thing, huh?”

“……”

Despite my urging for an answer, Lucia still insisted on silence. With a look that said she was truly sorry but really had nothing to say.

The way she stroked her arm and avoided my gaze was almost pitiful.

However, Lucia’s silence only served as a catalyst for my anger.

“Come on, say something…”

“Honestly, you’re curious too. And what’s the harm in looking a little?”

“Would you please shut up…!”

Meanwhile, Veronica showed not the slightest remorse for her wrongdoing. No, she knew she was wrong but was using it to mess with me.

I had a burning desire to smack her hateful head, but I had to suppress my boiling anger.

If she were to scream, we’d all be done for.

Whew. After calming my anger with a deep breath, I ran my fingers through my disheveled hair and organized my complicated thoughts.

At this point, why Veronica and Lucia had come here was no longer important. What I needed to focus on was how to sneak them out quietly.

“Please leave quietly. I’ll handle Francesca…”

As soon as I regained my composure, I devised an escape plan.

No sooner had I finished speaking than Lucia brightened up as if she’d been waiting for this and bowed her head.

“Understood. My sister and I will withdraw. So, the two of you…”

“Let’s stop there.”

“Ah, yes.”

The plan was simple, almost clear. So simple that I thought even a monkey could follow it.

Lucia tried to lighten the mood with an awkward smile, and I took deep breaths to calm my mind, which felt like it was about to explode. Now that the outline was drawn, it was time to think of a specific route.

But what I hadn’t anticipated was that…

While monkeys often obey their trainers or owners…

A saint worse than a beast has no intention of listening to warnings at all.

“I don’t want to.”

My fragile smile cracked like thin ice, and my spinning brain turned blank.

In a space where not only the flow of air but even time seemed to stop, Veronica—

No, the black-haired beast began to smile wickedly.

“…Veronica.”

“Yes.”

“Are you insane?”

I glared at this human being who was worse than an animal, with eyes full of astonishment. Regardless, Veronica rolled her eyes from side to side, then narrowed her slender eyes.

Her nonsense burst forth with a confident tone.

“Who’s insane? You’re the one who went off to have fun alone.”

My breath caught, my head went blank.

A shock like being hit on the skull with a hammer swept over me, and I clutched my head, at a loss for words.

What the hell is she talking about?

“How did you arrive at that conclusion?”

“Well~ Even if you and Francesca have that kind of relationship, and even if I understand that, there’s a limit. How could you discard Lucia and me like old shoes and sneak off to another woman?”

As Lucia, who had been quietly listening, began to look back and forth between us with eyes as wide as saucers, Veronica continued her assertion with a shameless attitude.

The saint poked my chest repeatedly and wore a mischievous smile. The beauty mark that enhanced the beauty of a mature woman seemed particularly wicked today.

“I just can’t, can’t forgive our Major for having fun all by himself.”

Forgive what, you crazy woman? Are you Jesus or something?

As a silent scream circled in my throat, her gaze, resembling obsidian, lingered on me.

With a subtle heat.

“So…”

Veronica poked my chest once more and dropped her words with a subtle voice.

“You’ll have to cooperate, won’t you?”

From that wicked, playful smile, I could sense an inexplicable anxiety.

And a moment later…

I was consumed by regret that I should have driven her away, even if it meant cracking her head open.

*

The bedroom is filled with an ambiance created by romantic lighting.

Heat that hasn’t yet cooled tickles the skin, and the air created by the syncopation of pleasure and excitement carries a subtle scent.

Traces of messy lovemaking are scattered everywhere, from the crumpled bed sheets to the fallen blankets.

A blindfolded naked woman lies face down, breathing evenly.

“Wow…”

Veronica, entering the bedroom, couldn’t help but exclaim. The scene unfolding before her was so explicit.

Lucia, who followed in quietly, could only swallow a gasp while covering her mouth.

It wasn’t a loud noise, but noise is noise nonetheless. Worried she might notice, I tried to put my finger to my lips but eventually gave up.

After all, Francesca was in no position to hear anything right now.

“Mmm…”

Veronica approached with small steps, brushing her hair behind her ear as she looked down at her sister on the bed.

Her eyes, blindfolded by choice, could see nothing, and her ears, plugged, could hear nothing.

It was a scene hard to believe of someone who always showed a dignified, noble demeanor as a descendant of the great mage.

What’s more, the fact that her sister had chosen this appearance herself left Veronica in shock.

“I never expected Francesca to be like this. I wonder if she’s the sister I knew.”

“…And yet you were peeping?”

I retorted with a sarcastic tone, but Veronica still didn’t lose her smile.

“Of course I have to look at such a rare sight. Is there anything more entertaining in the world?”

It was an excuse that made me laugh involuntarily.

While Veronica observed Francesca up close, Lucia hovered around the bed from a distance.

With her hands clasped together nervously. As if lost between the scene unfolding before her and the memories in her head.

“……”

Her gaze occasionally lingered on me as she looked at Francesca, but I deliberately avoided meeting her eyes.

After all, who could properly make eye contact in such a situation?

-Squelch…

As I parted the tightly closed crevice, there was an immediate response.

The pale flesh with a hint of pink tightly gripped my finger, and her abdomen writhed in sync with the movement, her breasts swelling.

“Hnngh.”

The sound of her swallowing a deep breath leads to a sweet, languid harmony, like a farmer welcoming rain after a long wait.

Then, a hand gently cupping the protruding breast.

Following that hand with my gaze, there was Veronica.

“Oh…”

Veronica displayed her bad habit without restraint. She had begun to knead Francesca’s breasts without permission.

She would spread her thumb and four fingers to press the breast slightly, or tease the hardened tip with her finger and nail.

There was no hint of embarrassment or hesitation in her gestures. Instead, she even exclaimed in admiration at the firm, bouncy sensation.

It was hard to tell if she was human or a beast in human disguise.

“S-sister? If you suddenly do this…”

Lucia, who had followed in caught up in the atmosphere, was startled and tried to stop her, but Veronica seemed not to hear her voice.

To be precise, her mind was focused elsewhere.

“Wow… The softness, this, how…”

She was already captivated by the satisfaction Francesca’s breasts provided. Even when spoken to from the side, her gaze remained on the breasts, and likewise, her gestures didn’t stop.

Because of this, I found myself pulling my hair, pondering how to resolve this maddening situation.

If I didn’t comply with her request, she seemed ready to run to Francesca immediately, so I played along a bit.

Sure enough, as if mocking my expectations, this person came up with an outlandish proposal.

Let’s do it together, all four of us.

“Damn…”

At first, I strongly objected, but Veronica couldn’t wait and revealed her crazy tendencies. She brought out earplugs from somewhere and suggested putting them on Francesca.

I’ve met all sorts of crazy people in my life, but Veronica was indeed the craziest person I’d ever encountered.

This is really not okay.

If we get caught, we’re done for…

“……”

While I was fretting and fidgeting in agony, Veronica was still kneading Francesca’s breasts.

The one fortunate thing was that we hadn’t been caught yet.

Whether due to the blindfold or because she was too caught up in the moment, Francesca seemed completely unaware that the hands touching her belonged to Veronica.

And she needed to remain unaware.

“Hnngh, mmm, ah.”

“Her reactions are unique… Was I like this too?”

“……”

Sweet moans with a hint of nasal sound, a question mixed with exclamation and admiration.

“T-this isn’t, isn’t right…”

And amidst all this, an answer in a crawling voice while covering her face with her palm.

Lucia tried to stop Veronica with a timid attitude, covering her face, but it was futile. Of course, covering her face was equally pointless.

What’s the use of covering with your palm? You’re watching through the gaps between your fingers. I couldn’t understand why Lucia was acting this way too.

This is driving me crazy.

“Mmph, ah, nngh? Mmmm…!”

As I withdrew my fingers from the soft flesh, a flood of bodily fluids poured out. It was noticeably more than usual.

Her reaction was the same. Even though she was sensitive and we had great chemistry, moments where she twisted her body so violently and moaned until her voice was hoarse were rare.

Yes, the cause was probably the unusual situation.

I placed my hand, wet with honey-like fluids, on her waist. Her waist naturally rose to assist the movement.

After slipping my arm behind that emptiness, I grabbed the peach-colored buttocks tightly and pulled hard.

Slap, a familiar noise hits my ears.

As waves ripple across the white mound and our pelvic bones collide…

A flash that burns my mind white begins to flicker before my eyes, and intense movement begins.

“Hnngh, ah, nngh, haah…!”

As our navels meet and separate repeatedly, creating vulgar wave sounds, Francesca arched her back and pushed against my chest.

I caught her wrists as she pushed against my chest and crossed them. Francesca, who had briefly tried to pull her arms free, soon obediently placed both arms above her head without resistance.

It was a moment when the mature female body completely, defensively revealed its form.

Twitching buttocks, vulgarly rubbing breasts, the smooth curves boasting the lines of her upper and lower body.

Slap, the luscious pelvis provides exceptional stability and pleasure even amidst violent movements. The covered eyes stimulate a subtle sense of perversion and lust.

-Squelch, squelch, squelch!

As the pillar, drawn to its limit, suddenly sinks in, the curves begin to tighten around the root as if ready to devour it.

The woman, breathing heavily, buried her face in her raised arms in a posture of suffering and pleaded:

“Gentle, please be gentle…!”

Just as her panting breath touched and disappeared on her white arm, Veronica, who had been toying with her breasts, smiled slyly.

“That’s what she says, Master.”

As if flaunting that she already knew everything, she smiled mischievously and whispered vulgar words.

“What an impertinent servant to make requests of her master, isn’t she?”

“……”

“I think she needs a little punishment.”

With a cunning smile on her lips, she pinched and twisted Francesca’s nipples with two fingers, as if picking a fruit on top of a cake.

Then, the plump breasts began to spray milk as if they had been waiting for this. Squirt, squirt, squirt.

Veronica’s expression as she watched this was like someone enjoying an entertaining spectacle.

After playing with the breasts, pinching and twisting with just two fingers, she looked at the breast milk that had wet her hand. By now, the breast milk that had thoroughly wet her hand was dripping down along the slender wrist line.

Staring blankly at those droplets of breast milk falling, Veronica stuck out her tongue and began to lick it.

“S-sister!”

Ignoring Lucia’s shrill scream, Veronica savored the breast milk for a while. She licked the stream flowing down her wrist, drank the puddle pooled in her palm, and eventually even sucked the breast milk off her fingers.

Hmm.

After licking her wet hand sloppily, Veronica began with a surprised expression.

“It’s better than I thought? No wonder our Major loves sucking my sister’s milk jugs.”

“M-milk jugs…?”

“You said it lasts for half a day, right? Well, let’s see…”

The saint, brushing her hair behind her ear, lowered her upper body and parted her lips.

“Let me have a proper taste.”

Before I could say anything, Veronica’s actions were one step ahead.

It was a behavior that transcended ethics and common sense to the extent that Lucia, shocked by the vulgar vocabulary, took a step back while swallowing her breath.

“…Slurp, slurp, suck.”

The enormous breasts, large enough to cover her face, had room to spare even while holding the saint.

Veronica, with her head buried in the swaying breasts, began to suck the breast milk with vulgar sounds. Even as the ribcage trembled whenever hot breath brushed against the cleavage, Veronica continued to indulge in the breast, gripping it with one hand.

Moreover…

“Phew. Lucia, would you like to taste it too?”

She even offered it to someone else.

“……”

Lucia surveyed the two women with uncontrollably trembling pupils. Her sister, who was making incomprehensible offers while wiping her mouth, and her colleague, who was pinned down by a man and screaming in ecstasy.

She was trembling and gasping for breath in pleasure.

Her twitching body and labored breathing were so intense that one might wonder if she was about to die.

However, the hoarse voice and the sweet scent mixed with deep breaths were evidence that she was immersed in ecstatic pleasure, obvious at a glance.

“Hnngh, hah, hah, haaah!?”

Her eyes rolled back, and Lucia, fidgeting restlessly, fell into conflict. Then, with a look as if she had made some decision, she swallowed hard.

The saint, sitting on the edge, carefully held one breast and caressed it. As her soft palm brushed against the skin and her fingers touched the tip, the reaction followed like popping carbonation.

After carefully touching the breast, which was like a full peach, Lucia eventually squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips to the tip.

“Kyaaaaaah!”

At that moment, as our pelvic bones crushed together, Francesca began to arch her back. Like a dam reaching its limit and exploding, her inner walls gripped the root tightly as if unwilling to let me go.

Just as I was about to rise, unable to withstand the tremendous pressure…

“Yah!”

Veronica, who had approached from behind, pushed my waist with her weight.

With the weight of an adult woman applied, it was natural for my center of gravity to tilt.

The inner walls, which had been so tight they seemed about to come out with me, split open again with a squelch, and in the blink of an eye, the root was inserted, causing our pelvic bones to create an obscenely lewd sound.

“Ugh… What is this?”

“Punishment, of course.”

Veronica, leaning her body against my back, smiled.

“It’s the master’s role to punish the servant, right? Of course, you should do it directly, Major. Of course…”

Her cunning eyes drew a crescent moon, and the saint added with a seductive smile:

“The sisters who peeped without permission too.”

Large breasts, comparable to the ones in front of me, press against my back. Hot breath tickles my ear.

Despite the urge to ejaculate, the female body felt from behind was too lewd. Almost impossible to refuse.

“……”

Captivated by the ecstatic curves, I met Lucia’s gaze. As if to represent her startled feelings, her blue pupils were enormously dilated.

Above all, that mouth.

Through the gap of her light pink lips, glistening white liquid. Breast milk, neither drunk nor wiped away.

Seeing Lucia looking at me with a dumbfounded expression, unable to wipe the breast milk from her mouth, I couldn’t help but exhale deeply.

“…Whew.”

I withdraw my member, covered in traces of intense lovemaking. The moment I slightly shook my hips, Francesca, in a limp state, reflexively trembled once.

Veronica silently watched the entire scene. She didn’t stop me like before.

Instead, she merely put her finger to her lips, as if she had been waiting.

Still with that bewitching smile on her lips.

“…Seems it’s time for punishment?”

*

Starting with Veronica’s provocation, I thoroughly played with her small lips. Following my instincts, without mercy.

There was an indescribable charm in her plump tongue and the mouth that tightened around me. Of course, the same was true for Lucia.

The promiscuous relationship continued for a long time.

A very, very long time.

I also mixed bodies with Lucia, who approached shyly and awkwardly. Veronica watched the scene and toyed with Francesca. Francesca exhaled excited breaths many times, not knowing who was touching her—pinching, twisting, and probing.

Indulging in the milk-producing breasts between the chewy breasts, receiving comfort that wasn’t comfort, was probably an experience hard to have again in a lifetime.

After spending time with the saints like that, I embraced Francesca again when I started to come to my senses.

Veronica, who had been focusing on the lewdly meeting and separating breasts, occasionally filled her mouth with breast milk and kissed me. Sometimes she aligned her navel right next to Francesca, and ironically, Lucia, who had been adamantly refusing and maintaining a passive attitude from the beginning, was the first to lie down beside us.

It was truly a series of experiences hard to have in a lifetime.

Embracing three women simultaneously, and breast milk coming from a woman who wasn’t pregnant.

Similarly, the next morning.

The four of us, exhausted and sleeping in the same bed without a care in the world, waking up simultaneously.

Truly.

It was an experience hard to have again.