Ch.585Episode 21 – Peace in Our Time

The two women maintained their silence.

Their motionless figures resembled frozen animals. The alchemist’s face had sunk into gloom, while the saint’s gentle gaze held a strange tension.

Their eyes revealed they roughly understood the current situation. Yet the complex silence hanging in the air seemed to represent the embarrassment and unavoidable shame they both felt.

Their emotions were likely not much different from the shock I was experiencing.

For a while, an awkward silence prevailed as we faced each other.

“Come on, everyone inside,” the First Saint urged, practically pushing the two women in. With her hands on their backs, applying gentle pressure, she resembled a parent hurrying hesitant children along.

Lucia and Francesca showed no particular reaction.

Without protest, they simply moved as guided, almost being dragged along.

“……”

“……”

The two kept an awkward distance from each other. Their eyes never met; they deliberately looked in opposite directions. Around this time, they began making gestures as if trying to forget their discomfort.

Stroking their arms or rubbing their thighs.

Though these were dejected movements, their intentions were unmistakably clear.

The problem was,

Their struggles to forget their shame, combined with their attire,

And the fact that the mirror perfectly captured the view of their backs,

Made it all appear like a subtly erotic display of flesh.

My bewildered gaze slid sideways, intending to demand what kind of situation this was.

However, the First Saint who had arranged all this was not someone who would entertain objections.

To her, who valued her own amusement and interest above all else, bewildered reactions held no value whatsoever.

Between the Second Saint and the alchemist,

Veronica captured the waists of the two women standing stiffly and playfully pulled them close.

The First Saint, as always, wore a smirk of derision.

“Well then, shall we begin our shopping~?”

Episode 21 – Peace in Our Time

Private shopping is an exclusive event for VIPs.

As the name suggests, it’s a system created for premium customers who dislike being classified alongside ordinary consumers.

The structure allows consumers to receive products tailored to their preferences, giving them opportunities to express their originality and individuality, while suppliers benefit from loyalty and premium profits.

Such services are provided across various industries under the name of concierge services.

The private shopping Veronica mentioned was roughly that kind of service.

I had never personally used it and had only observed others using it from afar, but through Camilla’s accounts, I had a basic understanding of how it worked.

And based on my understanding,

This could not possibly be called private shopping.

“Today’s ‘merchandise’ I’ll be introducing is the talk of the town, two rising stars of the religious and magical worlds! Saint Lucia and Francesca of the Ranieri family!”

As the playful voice echoed in my ears,

Veronica, dressed in attire reminiscent of a white rabbit, pulled on the red cloth beside her.

Eyes cast downward, hands hidden behind the hips as if to hide embarrassment.

The red color contrasted starkly with her canvas-like skin. The bunny girl outfit precariously supported her firm breasts, immediately drawing attention.

A small red necktie wrapped around her slender neck along with a neck choker, while beads of sweat trickled down her flushed cheeks like dewdrops.

A stimulating female form just to behold.

Lips tightly sealed as if swallowing hot breaths.

Shoulders and thighs trembling from tension, a subtle heat that couldn’t be concealed even by awkward posture. Like water flowing from a mountain peak to gather in a valley, everything converged into that intimate ravine.

“…Lu…cia?”

“…Hnngh.”

The moment I called her name in a broken voice,

She exhaled a faint breath, mixed with what could have been shame or excitement.

What on earth are you doing here?

I wanted to ask, but given the atmosphere, it wasn’t easy to speak up.

Her averted gaze clearly indicated an intention to avoid conversation. Lucia was conveying a message more powerfully than ever through non-verbal expression.

That was why, slightly dazed, I could only appreciate her figure without uttering a word.

At that moment,

A voice that seemed to soak my eardrums began to echo.

“The church’s finest clergy. A pioneer practicing charity and peace. Rising from the lowest place to the highest, a virgin blessed by the heavenly god! Could there be any better descriptions for this woman?”

In contrast to the intense red, a pure white. The pure white bunny girl peeked out from behind Lucia.

Her voice couldn’t hide her excitement.

Playfully caressing golden hair that seemed spun from gold, she continued with exaggerated gestures, no different from a ‘host’ introducing a ‘product.’

“A virgin who has lived bound by stuffy religious laws her entire life! Can you imagine how ma~ny men in this world would want to embrace this woman who rose to sainthood through her righteousness? Nobody knows.”

Even just looking at her external appearance.

The erotic outfit complemented by a sophisticated coat completed her ensemble. Unlike the two women with exposed shoulders, this was a unique point only the First Saint possessed.

It came across as a symbol of her authority as the arranger of this gathering.

Of course, to my eyes, it was merely a medium representing the madness inherent within her.

“But one thing’s for sure! Even the orphans she’s cared for since childhood would ne~ver escape once they fall for the different sides this virgin shows in bed.”

She truly seemed like a host.

A barrage of unhinged comments unfolded, enough to make listeners dizzy.

Veronica subtly embraced Lucia’s body and began her not-so-playful teasing.

Whispering memories painted with lust into her ear, or massaging her tense muscles.

As she toyed with the trembling body with loving gestures, Veronica suddenly let out an “Ah” of exclamation.

“…Oh my. I just made a mistake.”

As if she had made a grave error, the saint’s eyes widened.

“She’s no longer a ‘virgin,’ is she?”

No sooner had those words ended than the ears visible through the blonde hair began to turn as red as the bunny girl outfit.

With a smirk, the First Saint embraced the Second Saint, who was too embarrassed to know what to do.

While toying with her body as she pleased, she said:

“But that’s no problem! Once you fall asleep in this wa~rm embrace, you’ll never want to leave the bed again!”

After releasing the red rabbit that had turned as red as the cloth,

What was caught in her grasp was none other than the black rabbit.

Skin so fair it could be described as transparent, bound by black cloth.

Luscious breasts that had to be supported with one arm because they couldn’t be properly covered.

The curved waist particularly accentuated by the panty line that barely hung on her hips.

Her face, soaked in unmistakable shame, held a quite different sentiment from the face seen earlier, as complex emotions began to seep into a pair of violet eyes.

“……”

The alchemist maintained a resolute gaze, as if unwilling to yield even an inch. Her pressed lips seemed almost defiant.

She appeared to be someone suppressing her shame.

If there were someone enduring momentary humiliation for a greater cause, they might wear such an expression.

But before the touch that followed, her firm attitude melted like spring.

“The pride of magical society! A noble lady from a great family! Reputation, legitimacy, achievements—a flawless heir to the finest magical family. Though merely a candidate, the fact that her reputation surpasses any other succession candidates of the Ranieri family cannot be denied!”

The two female bodies overlapped. Veronica wrapped her hands around Francesca’s shoulders as if leaning on her.

Her touch was infinitely gentle, like caressing a cherished object, while her sticky gaze poured onto the other’s side.

“……”

Francesca turned her head, conscious of that gaze, but Veronica found even this tantrum adorable and moved her face closer.

After blowing a breath onto her nape, the saint returned to her ‘host’ role and opened a new topic.

“How many men would issue challenges if they could possess this untouched flower of the magical world? If the daughter of the Ranieri family, of marriageable age, were to seek a spouse, the Fatalia Magic Department might have to review an unprecedented number of visa applications from magicians flocking from all regions!”

Pulling Francesca into her embrace, Veronica showed a subtle smile, as if lost in an amusing thought.

“Ah— what a sinful woman. Unrequited love! Truly a classic romance. They say good women go to heaven and bad women go to hell… I wonder where our lady will go.”

Heaven? Or hell?

“But one thing’s for certain! Whoever shares a bed with her will definitely go to heaven. Perhaps…”

Squeeze.

With a smirk, Veronica lightly grasped the voluptuous buttocks and then began patting them.

“Maybe both will go?”

Francesca flinched once, shaking greatly, and then lowered her head like someone unable to endure the humiliation.

Her expression seemed strangely indignant.

-Clap, clap.

As the applause echoed through the room, three pairs of eyes converged on one point.

Raising both hands high, Veronica adjusted the collar of her white jacket and cleared her throat.

“Ahem, ahem! The brief explanation is over. Now, shall we begin the fitting in earnest?”

The saint, who had been pretending to be elegant in an ill-fitting way, approached the front and lowered her voice.

“Which one would you like to experience first? The saint? Or the alchemist?”

“……”

It was truly an astounding question.

I chose to close my eyes gently.

Looking at the seductive smile and display of flesh, I felt I might get swept up before I knew it.

“…Aren’t we going to do both anyway?”

A shallow chuckle escaped Veronica’s lips.

“You know what? It’s a problem when you understand me too well.”

As the saint leaned in slightly, murmuring in a low voice,

She suddenly took back what she had just said, as if something had occurred to her.

“…Ah. Of course, I didn’t mean it that way, so don’t misunderstand?”

Though I hadn’t opened my eyes yet,

I could clearly see what expression she would be making.

And the future that would unfold in here as well.

It seemed so clear, even without trying to know.