Ch.586Episode 21 – Peace in Our Time

Originally, my designated accommodation was supposed to be the hotel reserved for diplomatic delegations.

Midtown, which surrounds the Bahar National Convention Center. The locals call it “Aryaman Sarai Street.”

The luxurious midtown of the Rushan Federation, as opulent as any Middle Eastern oil-producing nation, boasts over twenty hotels catering to tourists and international diplomatic events.

Yet where I was currently staying was a resort near Dakhla Bay, quite distant from there.

A sea forming an archipelago of islands large and small.

A pier overlooking mangrove forests in the middle of the turquoise sea.

A paradise filled with men in long white garments playing drums and the Al-od (a traditional Arabian instrument with six strings), children dancing to lively tunes, and pickpockets slicing open tourists’ pockets.

As night approached, the coastal walkway would glow with marine plankton,

The faint lights of illegal immigrants who had entrusted their fate to the sea god and the trawlers carrying them would draw near,

And occasionally, the harbor lights would flicker behind vessels that had chosen to flee rather than allow naval mages aboard.

Unlike the Abbas delegation seeking peace in the new era in Bahar, the reason I was staying here, far from “Aryaman Sarai,” was purely due to the whim of a certain Grand Mage.

Isn’t it said that true companions should share food and lodging regardless of circumstances?

How could she abandon her poor disciple, unaccustomed to foreign lands, all alone?

Though she put it indirectly, I recall her saying that it would be awkward for just her and Camilla to stay together, so I should come and fill the space.

It was a somewhat absurd proposition, but not a bad offer either.

After all, it was a resort where the Grand Duke, rumored to be the most exceptional among living mages, was staying.

The extensive magical formula she had deployed here was more refined than the counterintelligence barriers prepared by the Abbas Magic Department, and far superior to the anti-infiltration labyrinthine magic circles that were the pride of the Kiyen Imperial Guard.

An impenetrable fortress where no one could enter, peek in, or eavesdrop without the Grand Duke’s permission.

Could there be a better place to stay with peace of mind?

Probably neither the Oracle of the Magic Tower nor the Council of Elders of the Ivory Tower could create a place as secure as this.

Of course,

The Grand Duke likely never anticipated that the accommodation she provided would be used for “this kind of thing.”

Episode 21 – Peace in Our Time

Intense and passionate red always captivates attention with its allure, as it always has.

A subtle sheen emanated from the bunny girl outfit with exposed shoulders. The mini-length that could embrace motherhood looked both thrilling and sexy, while the high-quality design with meticulous details revealed a certain sophisticated charm.

“Please… drink…”

Lucia approached me with a silver tray. On it, held up with both hands, was a coupe glass containing a green liquid.

Green has traditionally been a color symbolizing harmful substances, along with purple.

But that subtle color, reminiscent of absinthe, seemed to provoke interest rather than warn of danger.

As she approached, covering her upper chest with her free hand, and carefully set down the glass, Veronica, who stood beside her, flashed a smile with gleaming eyes.

“It’s a spirit made at the Trashof Monastery. Distilled with crushed fennel, anise, dried wormwood, mint, and other ingredients.”

Veronica, leisurely seated on the sofa, crossed her legs slowly as if showing off.

“It was originally used as medicine, but at some point, it lost that purpose and became a beloved drink among alcohol enthusiasts.”

The contents were not much different from absinthe.

Both in background and composition, this drink was virtually identical to the green devil beloved by artists.

I stared at the coupe glass, pondering. Would it be safe to drink this?

While Lucia wasn’t one to avoid alcohol, as far as I knew, she wasn’t a drinker either. She wasn’t the type to import spirits from some unknown monastery out of love for alcohol.

From that perspective, this was clearly something Veronica had prepared.

The question was, what was her intention in bringing this drink?

“Didn’t you… bring something similar recently?”

“Which one? Perhaps when you dined with my sister? This is similar but different.”

Similar but different.

What a trustworthy and sincere answer.

Veronica played it off casually, but I instinctively felt something off about her attitude. To put it bluntly, I had a gut feeling that the moment I tasted this drink, something would go wrong.

The time spent thinking in front of the glass grows longer.

Whether it was hesitation or anticipation, there’s no way to know. But it was enough time for the saint, judging that her thoughtfulness was being ignored, to take action.

“Oh my~ Are you afraid right now? Worried that I might be playing some trick?”

Her eyes, like embedded obsidian, curved gently, and Veronica covered her mouth with her hand, sneering as if it were laughable.

As if she could see right through my thoughts.

She whispered to me in a very small voice.

“You haven’t forgotten our promise, have you, Major…?”

We agreed to play along, didn’t we?

“…That’s right.”

“Come on! If you know that, don’t hesitate. This is just a nice drink. Overthinking only wastes time.”

Her voice was truly what one would call coquettish. Not just her voice, but her laughter as well.

She seemed determined not to allow refusal.

I had no choice.

Like a child taking bitter cold medicine, I downed the green liquid in one gulp. A bitter herbal taste and complex, unknown botanical flavors lingered on my tongue.

As I set down the coupe glass with a thud, Veronica began to smile anew.

Rising to her feet, she headed toward the person who had brought the drink.

To Lucia’s side, the one in the red bunny girl outfit.

-Pop.

A short, clear sound followed, and the sound of opening and closing a lid echoed in the quiet room.

“Hmm~ Hmm~”

Her long waist and hips, seemingly wider than her shoulders, twisted. As if showing off a female body born with the duality of decadence and sanctity, Veronica hummed a tune, swaying her hips to the rhythm.

Finally, after the click of closing the lid,

She moved behind Lucia, bent slightly, leaned forward, and began to form an enchanting smile.

“Ta-da! How’s my handiwork?”

Lucia’s thin, slender lips were tinged with a red hue I had never seen before. And in Veronica’s hand was a thin, long black case.

It was a lipstick.

So that’s what she was doing.

Veronica, who had suddenly applied lipstick to Lucia’s lips, asked for my opinion. I’m not sure why she applied it to her sister rather than herself, but she looked expectant, as if there was a specific answer she was hoping for.

“It’s not bad.”

I nodded silently.

The red-painted lips stood out prominently, revealing a hidden side of the saint I hadn’t seen before. If one were to stare absentmindedly, it wouldn’t be strange to impulsively kiss them—truly an unexpected and different charm.

Though it wasn’t to my taste.

Perhaps not expecting praise, Lucia’s ears turned even redder.

Unable to clasp her hands together properly, just barely holding her index and middle fingers, the saint tried to hide her embarrassment by bowing her head deeply.

But her earlobes, clearly visible through her blonde hair, and the blush she couldn’t quite hide were plainly evident.

Even that seemed to have a strangely attractive cuteness.

…By the way.

I turned to Veronica with a somewhat puzzled look.

“But why the lipstick all of a sudden…?”

It was a reaction of incomprehension.

Why was lipstick appearing here?

The saint’s answer was short and concise.

Tap,

The saint touched her own lips with her finger and winked one eye as if trying to entice someone.

“It’s for leaving marks, marks.”

“But it will wash off quickly. And clothes can just be laundered…”

“Tsk.”

The white bunny girl placed her hands on her hips and scolded me with a stern voice.

Then, slipping behind the red bunny girl, she added:

“You have such a poor imagination, brother.”

The black bunny girl standing behind turned her head.

Simultaneously, the red bunny girl gently closed her eyes.

The host, wiping the reddened lips with her finger, gave a seductive smile.

“…I never said the marks would be left on lips…?”

*

The sound of flesh colliding with flesh passionately intertwines.

Heated moans and panting breaths, clothes pushed up and pulled down, tongues entangling wetly.

“Slurp… suck… slurp…”

In front of the sofa, between the table and chair.

Where the perky red bunny ears shake violently like a gust of wind racing across a field.

That’s where Lucia was.

“Suck, suck, suck…”

The lips that usually held a benevolent smile repeatedly press against and pull away from the mound.

In the dignified mouth that would have only held graceful prayers and gospels, saliva and pre-cum mix chaotically.

Her hands, clasped together as if in prayer, fall from her chest to her solar plexus, from there to her abdomen, and then between her knees.

From her closed lips, a silvery thread stretches stickily.

It’s just the act of sucking with her mouth.

Yet the saint was persistently entangled between my thighs.

“Slurp…”

Just as her hazy, nearly closed eyes were about to look upward.

The hot sensation, palpable even without skin contact, rose with a ping above those blue eyes when.

The saint’s mouth deeply engulfed my member.

Faint moans and sticky sounds of saliva briefly intertwined hotly.

“Mmph, mmph…?!”

A momentary pleasure, brief yet seemingly eternal, washed over me.

-Slurp.

Barely maintaining my sanity, I tried to pull away from Lucia’s mouth. But the saint, seated between my legs, showed no intention of letting go.

She awkwardly wiggled her hips for a moment before looking up.

Our gazes locked briefly, and then her small lips parted once more with a “pop.”

Her tongue began to entwine with mine.

“Slurp, ahh…”

It was truly a service filled with love and affection.

“How is it?”

Veronica walked forward, wagging her tail playfully, and smiled with her hands behind her back.

“Is this to your liking?”

I turned my gaze to Veronica, who was grinning, as I tried to remove Lucia’s shoulders with both hands.

“What is this supposed to be?”

What did I do? I didn’t do anything.

She smiled with that kind of nuance, twisting her body.

In the midst of this.

The first saint raised both arms high and began to exclaim loudly.

“An item that will always warm your body, whether in a snowy field with blizzards or in the desert night where cold persists on the skin! I recommend this ‘warming item’!”

…What?

My reaction was one of shock.

Yet the saint, whether in her right mind or not, uttered words so bizarre that even Satan’s demons would be shocked and fall over.

“A pure woman revered by the cathedral’s nuns, yet serving as a bed warmer in bed. Could there be anything more sacrilegious? Even the nuns of old times wouldn’t have been this lascivious.”

The saint, folding her snow-white bunny ears with her hands to cover her cheeks, continuously rubbed her thighs.

“You can place her on your stomach like a beloved lover~ Or you can lay her underneath and pounce on her. The important thing is warmth! As the Major knows well, her body temperature is quite high, so you can feel the warmth just by holding her. Of course, warming both outside and inside is more important.”

It’s truly shameful language.

Even more so considering that the person uttering it is a saint of the church, and the subject of these expressions is another saint of the church.

But Veronica didn’t bat an eye.

Rather, as if enjoying this situation, the smile never left her face.

While Veronica’s behavior was puzzling, what was even more puzzling was Lucia’s reaction.

“…Ahem.”

She merely let out a dry cough and subtly averted her gaze.

However, it couldn’t be said that she completely avoided eye contact.

Though she turned her head sideways as if hiding her slightly flushed cheeks, her eyes kept glancing in this direction.

“How was your experience? Was it ecstatic, or not as good as you expected?”

Veronica said.

Walking forward with her hands behind her back, she looked down at the glistening member covered in saliva, fluids, and red marks, and smirked slightly.

The traces of ecstasy remained vividly, just as the saint had said.

From the lip marks stamped like seals to the distinct red rings around the shaft.

It didn’t seem like she had taken it very deep, but the pleasure felt in reality was a different story.

“Well… it seems you enjoyed it.”

“Oh my, does that mean it wasn’t the best feeling?”

Seemingly dissatisfied with the lackluster response, Veronica puffed her cheeks and stomped her feet as if expressing anger.

But that didn’t last long.

The “experience” she had talked about wasn’t over yet.

“Hmm…! It’s okay if you’re not sure yet. There’s still plenty more to experience.”

*

The bunny girl sex that started with fellatio continued endlessly.

“The kind service provided by the compassionate saint with her mouth! This alone is reason enough to embrace Lucia! In the confessional, in the cathedral, in the storage room, she’ll warm your lower body wherever you want. But if you only enjoy that, you’re missing out on life. To taste the true efficacy, you must definitely go to bed!”

Lucia’s pussy was already heated enough to not need any foreplay.

From the moment I received fellatio from her.

“…Oh my? A saint being this lewd? This is unacceptable.”

Noticing the sticky fluid entangled on her fingers, Veronica raised the topic with a “see this” expression.

And that became the signal.

“Hng…! Hah…! Hah…!”

Missionary position. The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed as we held hands face-to-face.

The finely trembling inner flesh was a magnificent vagina, satisfying enough without deep penetration.

I kneaded her swollen breasts and buttocks while matching rhythms with the saint who exhaled sweet sighs.

“It’s like a couple from the start. Come on, put in a bit more effort. Uh-huh~”

When fingers teased her private parts, moist moans escaped through her bitten lips.

As I thrust vigorously, her lips twisted, and her head gradually lowered.

Watching Lucia, Veronica rested her chin on one hand and displayed a mischievous smile. It was only natural that she casually uttered vulgar and crude encouragements, and with her remaining hand, she began to torment the hidden clitoris.

“Hyah…! Ah! I’m breaking… breaking, hng…! Ahh!”

“Don’t worry. She’s tougher than she looks.”

“My, my stomach… all of it…?!”

“Oh my! It seems like the bed might collapse, should we slow down? Oh, I forgot. It’s just too difficult to calm down with such a partner.”

Hot breath touches my skin.

Suppressed moans penetrate through clenched teeth.

When I regained some composure and called her name, it wasn’t easy to get a response from Lucia. Her blue eyes were somewhat clouded with heat, and sweet moans continued to flow from her mouth.

Veronica looked down at her sister as if wanting to bite her.

While caressing her sister’s private parts with her hand.

“Do you like the gentle, enveloping warmth? It’s subtly warm and feels good~ Plus, the way it clings when you pull out, as if reluctant to let go, is quite cute in its own way.”

“How would you know that?”

“I could tell just by inserting a finger?”

Why did you try that?

There was no room to ask such a question.

Because her insides were so slippery and gripped so tightly. Because she wrapped her legs around me, refusing to let me escape.

I grabbed her swollen buttocks and luscious thighs and moved my hips with all my might, and with each friction sound, Lucia closed her thighs more tightly and clung to me incessantly.

“Haaaaaah…!”

*

A peculiar sound escaped from Veronica’s mouth, who had briefly left the bed.

“…Hmm?”

Eyes like embedded obsidian begin to shine sharply. At the end of that gaze is none other than the alchemist.

The gaze that had been fixed on the black bunny girl with overflowing luster gradually moves downward.

“…Oh?”

Veronica’s gaze fixed on one spot.

Between the slightly twitching thighs.