Abel Embraces Celine's Soft Waist
Abel had pulled Celine's narrow waist close with a firm grip, and now he simply stared at her. Celine looked back at him with eyes burning with desire, and the arm that had been around her shoulders stretched out.
Like a snake wrapping around Abel's neck, Celine's arms encircled his throat as she flashed a playful smile. Seeing that smile, Abel swallowed hard and spoke.
“...Do you have any regrets?”
“I'm not regretting anything.”
Celine said with a light laugh.
“I should've done that first instead of telling the Saint Estelle.”
At those words, Abel finally couldn't hold back any longer and lowered his head. Celine gently closed her eyes.
Abel's lips met the pink, petite, and delicate lips that belonged to a man she didn't know.
The arms wrapping Celine's slender waist tightened just a little, and Abel's tongue flicked against her closed lips.
Her fine lips slowly parted as if allowing his tongue to enter, and like a welcoming kiss, Celine's tongue tangled with his.
Before long, Abel had closed his eyes and explored her lips with every sense focused on his tongue, and Celine accepted him fully as he sought out her mouth.
The only sound echoing inside the cave was the wet, squelching noise of their tongues intertwining as they eagerly explored each other. Finally, their lips parted, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting them.
“...Abel.”
“Yes?”
“I really love you.”
Celine looked up at Abel with eyes filled with heat.
“So... I'm giving you my first time.”
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The blessing of the Solaria Goddess had faded, and the mercy of the Lunaria Goddess had spread across the sky. The Lunaria Goddess's mercy had veiled the acts of those in love, allowing people across the world to share love without shame.
This mercy had been fully bestowed upon both the hero chosen by the Holy Sword and the saint who worshipped a different goddess instead of the Lunaria. They had tasted its grace to the fullest.
“...Huh?”
“Uh... why are you asking that, Hero-nim?”
Celine rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up, jolted awake by my dazed sound.
“Eh...?”
Wait, what is this?
When Celine saw me holding the saint, she approached. She was wearing the priest's robe loosely and had bare legs since she wasn't wearing stockings to unroll.
...Throat.
Was the sound of swallowing loud enough? Celine narrowed her eyes and spoke.
“Why are you licking your lips again? You did that yesterday too...”
“Celine's body is too sexy, so I can't help it.”
“You speak as if you can't do anything with the church's saint. Next thing you know, you'll be arrested for blasphemy?”
So why was I holding the saint? I showed Celine the sword grip, precisely the Formel, and said.
“This... why did it change?”
“...That's what I thought too?”
The Formel, which had been round before, had now turned into a diamond shape.
...Yesterday, all we did was this.
“...Is this not the Order Holy Sword but the Harem Holy Sword?”
“What nonsense are you talking? Didn't we defeat a Leviathan-class monster yesterday? Could that be the reason?”
“...Ah.”
Because last night's event had been too intense, I had forgotten.
But that was the condition? But if that was the condition, it should have changed when we defeated the Amon-class monster.
“Um... I don't know the exact reason, but isn't it a condition to defeat a certain number of high-risk monsters? We defeated an Amon-class monster last time, and this time a Leviathan-class one, so we'll see it clearly when we go back and look up the records of the previous Order heroes who wielded the holy sword.”
“...I thought it changed because of what I did with Celine.”
“...Don't say such weird things, Hero-nim.”
Haha.
...Why am I Hero-nim again? I looked at Celine with a dissatisfied expression.
“Celine, but why am I Hero-nim again?”
“...Why?”
“Please call me by my name.”
“Um... no.”
“What?”
...You like me, don't you?
I stared at her with an incredulous look, and Celine smiled sweetly and whispered.
“Normally I call you Hero-nim, but when sharing love, calling you by name makes it even more attractive, doesn't it?”
“...!”
Celine... you...
“...It doesn't seem like you're wrong.”
You're too smart.
“Puhaha! Really, Hero-nim, sometimes you have a beastly side, you know.”
“...Who was the one clinging to you all night saying they loved you to death?”
“Kyaa! Why are you saying that, Hero-nim!?”
Haha.
...Now there's only one more thing left—to get scolded by Estelle.
“Celine, I don't want to die to Estelle.”
“Um, actually, I don't either. It said that when we take turns hitting each other, it hurts less... shouldn't we hit each other?”
“...That would be good. After all, we're accomplices.”
“...But, surprisingly, you might not say anything.”
“What?”
Celine explained quite rationally.
“Since the hero is from the Mars Empire and polygamy is the norm in the empire, the saint knows that too. Rather, if you proudly go ahead, she might not be able to object. The saint is secretly bad at pushing, right? Specifically, only with you, the hero.”
“...Oh.”
That's how you do it.
“So, please treat my life well too. I won't die alone.”
“Yes.”
“Hehe♥”