Ch.590Episode 21 – Peace in Our Time

From ancient times, eyes have been called the windows to the soul. This is because eyes always linger where the heart is directed.

People have valued looking directly into another’s eyes, and the act of meeting gazes itself has been accepted as a sign of trust and affection.

Her rough breathing is clearly audible.

Francesca, who had seemed ready to take the initiative at any moment, was now avoiding my gaze with a shy expression, like a proper lady—quite different from how she appeared just moments ago.

The look in her eyes when she gazed at me was usually filled with warmth. It was that way before, and it remains the same now.

Considering that the eyes of someone looking at their beloved cannot hide their feelings, there was no need to deeply analyze what that gaze meant. And this principle applied fully to the current situation as well.

“You look exactly alike.”

“What do you mean?”

“You and Veronica. You both do this often. Allowing embraces while avoiding eye contact.”

I thought Francesca and Veronica had similarities. Though not actually blood-related, the two women who called each other sisters resembled each other surprisingly well.

For example, the way they folded both arms near their chest and nestled into an embrace.

The slight backward tilt of their upper bodies and their gazes turned to one side.

The way they pulled their bodies back as if disliking the situation while subtly pushing their pelvises forward to press their lower abdomens against mine.

Just like Francesca was doing right now.

“…What did you say?”

Her head, which had been turned to the left, returned to face forward. As soon as her gaze found its place, a disgruntled sound escaped Francesca’s lips without her realizing it.

For a moment I thought I’d made a mistake, but fortunately, it didn’t seem like a situation that required an excuse yet.

“What do you mean ‘what’? It means your sneaky habit of secretly copying your sister has been exposed.”

Veronica, who had been silently observing the situation, slipped between Francesca and me with surprising naturalness.

Half-embracing her, the older sister hugged the younger from behind, and the younger leaned against her sister almost dependently, opening her eyes wide in surprise.

“W-who’s copying…”

“Look at this girl! Still can’t stand losing, can you?”

A slick, teasing tone with a mischievous smile.

Veronica, grinning like a child who had received a long-awaited gift, glanced at me while looking at Francesca who was leaning against her.

“You’re already all heated up. Why pretend to be so proper?”

What are you hesitating for?

Her eyes said there was no need to wait any longer.

Episode 21 – Peace in Our Time

Just as the Saint had boasted, the Alchemist’s flesh was melting with a sticky wetness.

The slippery sensation combined with stickiness as the thoroughly loosened membrane tightened around my fingers.

The inner flesh, thoroughly soaked in softness, squeezed each knuckle firmly while changing shape to match the movement of my fingers.

Over her snow-white naked body, unblemished like untrodden snow, when I delved into her luscious buttocks, lewd yet enchanting squelching sounds came from between the valleys where fluids had dried.

-Squelch… squelch… squelch…

Francesca’s expression was already slack with desire. This might have been the result of the unexpected sinful act between the Saint and the Alchemist, or perhaps it was the destined nature of her lustful body.

Even as her private parts were being caressed, Francesca maintained her composure. Or more precisely, it would be appropriate to say she was trying not to lose her composure.

“Your hands have become terribly mischievous…”

“Is it unpleasant?”

“Mmm, no. I’m not sure yet.”

Francesca answered with a deliberately casual expression. It was a smile overflowing with confidence.

However, contrary to her outward composure, what was overflowing from her lower body was not composure but fluid.

A strange heat invaded up my spine along her trembling thighs. As the pleasure tingled up her spine with a shiver, Francesca briefly tucked her chin and clenched her teeth, and in that moment, I pressed my lips against hers.

No matter how much time had passed, Francesca was still Francesca.

There was hardly any difference between her image in my memory at the villa and her appearance before me now.

As I captured her heated breath, sweet moans mixed with nasal sounds began to leak through her moist lips.

The pubic bone and mound met lightly. They fit together so perfectly it was as if they had been created as one from the beginning.

The slick membrane swallowed my member like a starving beggar, nibbling greedily.

Though it couldn’t be called a long time, a sweet scent lingered in Francesca’s breath. The same was true of her gaze and voice.

“Ah, mmm… Master… M-Master…!”

I thrust deeply, putting strength into my waist. A dull friction sound continued where our navels met.

Defying the common perception that alchemists who live only in their workshops tend to neglect their physique and health, the Alchemist’s body showcased beauty, vitality, and the robust life force unique to women.

This was evident even just looking at her soft fruits symbolizing motherhood.

Slap, slap, slap. Her breasts bounced together and apart, complementing my vigorous hip movements. Unrivaled in size and shape, with a texture comparable to the softness of a peach.

Beautiful like a work of art, yet vulgar like forbidden fruit.

Surely they must have been gathered in one place by her tight clothing, yet they still so lewdly stimulated desire.

I enjoyed the warm, soft sensation that crept between my fingers while continuing to thrust vigorously, pressing our navels together.

“Ugh, ohh, mmm…?!”

I grasped one breast that always showed its full silhouette through her dress and slowly rolled the pink tip caught between my fingertips.

“Haa… mm, hah… heh, hah! Hah… haaang…!”

Her proudly raised chin collapsed downward, and her haughty gaze that had been shining with confidence became disheveled and disordered.

The sight of her buttocks bouncing and spilling transparent fluid was an unfamiliar reaction not seen in her usual demeanor. Similarly unfamiliar was her voice, so filled with nasal sounds amid the roughness that it was nearly impossible to understand.

What happened to her confident attitude when she said she would repay me with her body?

She had long since been reduced to a dispenser that reflexively spewed transparent fluid and moaning sounds filled with nasal tones every time I thrust my waist.

That was why an exclamation burst from Veronica’s lips.

“Wow… Lucia was something earlier, but now even Francesca is like this?”

“You saw that?”

“If I saw it, wouldn’t that explain my commentary?”

With one hand casually placed on her waist, the Saint calmly admitted to her crime. She was saying she had secretly watched Lucia and me in bed.

Her boldness was truly remarkable.

I was well aware that the Saint suffered from a chronic condition of being unable to control her nonsense, treating her brain as if it were a detachable prosthetic limb, but today the concentration of her nonsense was particularly strong.

Worryingly so.

One needn’t look far.

Look at Veronica’s fingers slowly encroaching toward Francesca’s private parts.

“Mmm~”

Veronica, who had been scanning Francesca’s heavily breathing lower abdomen with sticky eyes, finally reached for the most intimate area.

Her destination was the seam between the pubic bone and mound, specifically the hidden part situated at the highest point.

The moment her slender finger touched that precise spot.

“…Hiek!?”

Francesca, who had been eagerly pursuing pleasure, suddenly regained her clarity with a start.

“W-what! Ahh…”

“Stay still, my sister~ I’m not trying to do anything bad~”

“Wait, th-that place is off-limits… Aahn…!”

“Hmm? What did you say? I can’t hear you well~”

Veronica cupped her ear with her palm as if asking Francesca to repeat herself, brushing away Francesca’s tightly closed thighs with the back of her hand.

Of course, there was no chance of getting a proper answer.

Because her other hand was busy caressing Francesca’s lower body.

“Uggh?! D-don’t do that… Ahnn…! I s-said, sto-op…!”

Her chin and thighs trembling, spurting warm streams between her mounds.

It was an obscene appearance that could hardly be believed to be the proud Alchemist.

*

It had been nearly two hours since we began our sexual relationship, starting with Francesca’s confession and provocative seduction.

The lovemaking, which had lasted a full 110 minutes, continued endlessly in an unquenchable heat.

I grabbed her waist, perfect for wrapping arms around, and deeply penetrated her buttocks, which were as substantial as her breasts. Francesca lay on her side, gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Veronica was looking down at Francesca. With her sister’s head resting on her knees, the posture momentarily evoked the image of a caring older sister.

But who was she really?

“Now, our cute little rabbit. Will you say ‘ah’ for me?”

Saliva gathered, forming a silvery line.

The saliva that dripped from the Saint’s mouth stretched like syrup over the red flesh.

Brushing her sideburns upward, the Saint stuck out her tongue slightly and smiled broadly. The Alchemist, breathing heavily with unfocused eyes, consumed it without even proper thought.

Veronica, who had taken on the role of what seemed to be a host or mediator, appeared to be truly immersed in that role.

She kept fingering Francesca’s private parts until she fainted, using the absurd excuse of “loosening her up,” had Lucia bring suspicious drinks that might have been alcoholic, and now was even feeding her sister her saliva…

For reference, that was the result of an intimate kiss between the sisters.

Just moments ago, Veronica had cradled Francesca’s head on her knee and engaged in a deep kiss until they were nearly out of breath.

“Hehehe…”

Veronica let out an unpleasant laugh.

It was the kind of laugh a particularly perverse troublemaker might make.

“Though she has a personality that can’t stand shameful things or embarrassment, if you coax her gently like a tongue in the mouth, she’ll accept even the most embarrassing acts without resistance.”

Apparently, she was thoroughly annoyed that her sister had been ignoring her contacts. It seems she had decided to get her revenge on this occasion.

Smiling like a mischievous child, she began to immerse herself again in her act as host.

“Do you find it difficult to bring the Saint to public places? Or are you worried you might quickly tire of her? Such worries are no longer necessary. Because you have the Young Lady who attracts less attention!”

“Noble status that receives the admiration of men at a glance, a sensual figure. Wouldn’t you be curious how thrilling it would be to walk around a party with the Alchemist whom everyone envies, and then have a secret rendezvous in a private place?”

The Saint, whom one could possess and violate exclusively. The Alchemist, whom one could manipulate as desired.

I’m not entirely sure, but this seemed to be the concept Veronica was immersed in for these two people.

Though ironically, she herself was leading the violation.

Anyway.

“The symbol of an alchemist is undoubtedly the cauldron.”

She grabbed Francesca’s hollow of the knee and pulled it slightly inward.

As her pelvis, as perfect as her buttocks, changed shape, even her breasts being pressed against her knees and thighs were beautiful in their distortion.

“Well then, shall we stir it well? Thinking of it as a cauldron…”

A typical missionary position.

It was a unique position that showcased Francesca’s flexibility.

Having created this pose, Veronica added playfully with a smiling expression:

“…Let’s plant as many seeds as we want in this ‘meat cauldron’ born of superior bloodline, and stir it vigorously.”

Her word choice was mind-boggling.

It was at a level where one might seriously suspect her mental world had been contaminated by something. I genuinely considered recommending she undergo a purity test conducted by the Magic Department or the Inquisition. Specifically, I considered it for about two seconds.

Though her vulgar words might have caused some aversion, I soon realized that Veronica’s explanation was entirely accurate.

“With a feeling of plunging down slowly… That’s right. Can you feel it? How the Black Rabbit’s attitude has changed from before? Look at her swaying her hips while pretending to dislike it!”

“Ah… Despite being from a great magical lineage that dominates the magical world, this part is utterly inadequate. Still, the way it clings with absorption using plump flesh is true to its reputation~”

“By the way, this child loves being embraced from behind the most. Try hugging her tightly while gently caressing her lower abdomen. You’ll immediately feel her whole body twitch.”

The way she subtly raised her hips like a cat stretching when I pressed down on her waist.

Francesca’s vaginal flesh, similar to Lucia’s enveloping inner flesh but with a more sticky texture that was charming.

The habit of naturally turning her head back for a kiss the moment I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my embrace.

Veronica had succeeded in catching Francesca’s characteristics in just a few hours.

Indeed, she was unrivaled in perceptiveness. Of course, if she hadn’t had such keen insight, she wouldn’t have been recruited as an informant in the first place.

As I looked at her with a somewhat fresh perspective, she covered both cheeks as if embarrassed and began to put on airs.

“Oh my~ What have I done… It’s just that our sister, no, the Black Rabbit is so inadequate that she was easily figured out.”

“W-who are you talking… Hik!? Hmm, hok…”

“Tsk! How dare you… It’s ‘tsk,’ tsk!”

Did Francesca dislike this situation, or was she enjoying it too?

It was hard to tell.

Regardless, Veronica continued to scold her sister at her own pace.

One thing was certain: there was someone who enjoyed this incredibly vulgar scenario directed by the First Saint of the Order.

That person was the Second Saint, Lucia.

“Now~ Red Rabbit? I need your help for a moment.”

“M-me…?”

Lucia, who had been nearly unconscious, began to be dragged along by Veronica as soon as she regained her senses.

It’s actually a bit misleading to say she was dragged along.

After all, someone who could fold a steel plate like paper with bare hands was being led by a mere woman’s strength.

Her eagerness to follow of her own accord was not just active but almost altruistic.

“First, stand here and hold the Black Rabbit’s leg. That’s right!”

The Alchemist leaned against the wall with one leg raised. Half-leaning against the wall, her leg formed a perfect straight line.

Even with the Saint supporting her leg, her center of gravity didn’t waver at all. It was truly remarkable balance.

I heard it was a natural talent from childhood, and it was truly impressive.

Of course, it was currently being used to take an erotic pose, but still.

Anyway.

“Mmm… Haa… Slurp…”

“Mmm, ahh…”

The Saint and the Alchemist sat facing each other, enjoying the pressure as they pressed their breasts together.

“Wait, slowly! If I just rest a bit… Hyaaang…!”

“Don’t bite… Ugh, hot… Not there…”

Pak, pak, pak. Like animals mating, with one hand grabbing the Saint’s pelvis and the other pulling the Alchemist’s waist to fill my mouth with soft flesh.

Pressing lips together and frantically intertwining tongues.

In the room where screams and moans chaotically intertwined, we overlapped our bodies, giving our all to each other as if pouring everything out.

*

And some time later.

“…Oh my~?”

A shadow fell over my head as I lay collapsed from exhaustion.

It was Veronica.

“I still have so much prepared, but you’re already exhausted and collapsed, dear customer. Isn’t that a bit much?”

“There’s always tomorrow…”

Can’t we just rest for today?

No, what more did she prepare in the first place? At this point, I was beginning to fear her.

Veronica had now reached a level of something that was beyond comparison.

“Hmm.”

Looking around with a troubled expression, Veronica glanced at her two sleeping sisters and touched her forehead. A deep sigh that seemed to sink the ground was added.

“I guess it can’t be helped. It’s not just for today!”

“…”

“Then I suppose we should settle up now?”

“…Settle up?”

What settlement?

I didn’t even have time to ask.

Plop, Veronica sat down on the table in front of me and began to tap my thigh with her outstretched leg. It was blatant seduction.

“Of course you have to pay. After thoroughly experiencing the ‘products.'”

“I think I’m too tired today…”

“It’s fine~ You even took an aphrodisiac earlier, so you couldn’t possibly collapse already.”

“…?”

“Why are you surprised? You should have roughly expected it~”

“No, that’s different from this…”

I glared at the insufferable Saint with a complex gaze mixed with half betrayal and half dejection. No wonder I didn’t die despite working overtime for a month straight.

I had roughly known it had a stimulant effect since I didn’t get sleepy, but still.

As I sat there with a disgruntled expression full of complaints.

Plop, an undergarment fell onto my leg.

It was underwear.

There was no need to check its source.

“…”

Veronica crossed her legs slightly and put her finger to her lips.

Pleasure seemed to heat her pupils as if ignited.

Removing the top button of her white bunny girl jacket, she winked at me and asked:

“Would you like to pay in full? Or…”

“…in 10 monthly installments.”

With that signal, her white top rolled onto the floor.

Smooth legs and thick legs danced passionately above it, rolling their feet as if dancing.

It didn’t take long for the Saint, who had appointed herself as a persistent tax collector, to become the third rabbit.

For reference, the payment method was the fastest and most accurate lump sum in the world.