Chapter 158
Chapter 158
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: 157. Visit to the Paternal Home (2)
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A thick fruity liquor scent filled the room.
The source of that sweet aroma lay sprawled on the bed, snoring innocently like a child.
“Kuooo….”
Irina stared intently at the source of the scent.
She was usually a knight who bowed to no one.
Yet here she was, snoring so defenselessly like a child.
To the saintess, the sight felt utterly adorable.
“You sleep so cutely, Veil….”
Irina wore a tight-fitting nun’s habit.
Unknowingly, the corners of her mouth curved upward.
―――.
The saintess slowly approached the bed in that state.
But soon, she came to an abrupt halt.
“…!”
A full-length mirror stood beside the bed.
She was startled by her own reflection in it.
Normally, she appeared as a pure and noble princess oblivious to the world.
But now, her mirrored image looked like a seductive succubus disguised as a saintess.
‘No…!’
Irina hurriedly shook her head at the sight.
She somehow regained her noble princess composure and sat beside the sleeping Veil.
――――――.
Her heart pounded relentlessly.
Irina pressed a hand to her chest, fearing Veil might hear it.
She swallowed deeply, trying to calm herself.
But.
“Haa…. Haa….”
No matter how deeply she breathed, the sight of the man with his dress shirt unbuttoned.
It only made her feel her own chest growing hot and taut.
“Fuu….”
Perhaps because she had worked so diligently as a saintess at the orphanage all this time.
The thin fabric of her nun’s habit clung stickily to the noble princess’s sweat.
It made the already constricting clothes cling even tighter, heightening her sensitivity.
“…”
Her face flushed despite not having drunk a drop of alcohol.
Irina slowly looked down at his body.
Even with eyes closed, his face was strikingly handsome.
And those fox-like, elongated eyes….
They were so alluring that even she, the empire’s greatest beauty, felt jealous.
A faint liquor scent wafted from his parted lips.
It stirred the appetite of Irina, who knew her way around drink.
“You look delicious.”
The princess slowly brought her face close to the man who had become a baron.
She demurely brushed back her silver hair and gazed at his lips.
“…”
In the past, she couldn’t even imagine kissing his lips.
She had considered it vulgar.
But after growing addicted to deep, saliva-mingling kisses.
Now, just seeing Veil’s lips made saliva pool in her mouth automatically, turning her into a she-wolf.
Yet she felt no shame in her transformation.
She simply let the newfound conquest desire that had awakened within her guide her slowly….
“Mm….”
She entwined her tongue with the lips of the sleeping man.
The princess arched her back rigidly like a bitch in heat, shaking it.
She obediently accepted the man’s fluids and intoxication flowing into her mouth.
“Fuuut…. Hoot….”
She didn’t stop, ravaging the sleeping man’s lips relentlessly.
As if devouring his essence.
“Delicious….”
She laid her tongue atop his.
Teasing and caressing it like a lover, toying with the sleeping swordmaster.
But she didn’t stop there.
Kissing him alone could no longer satisfy her body.
In the past, their lip-locks only left her mind hazy.
But the more she took his fluids into her body, the hotter her lower abdomen burned.
As if her instincts as a woman had awakened.
The key that unlocked those instincts was a single remark from Lea.
「I know the length of that thing of Veil’s.」
That thing.
Enchanted by those two words, the saintess looked down at Veil’s pants.
Was it because of their intense kiss exchanging fluids?
Even in sleep, the once-flat bulge had instinctively risen.
“…”
Irina stared blankly at that sturdy, rigid swell.
“That thing….”
Her only knowledge of sex came from seeing men and women kiss in plays.
She had learned nothing else from anyone.
Seeing the man’s massive bulge for the first time made her heart race like it might burst.
Irina slowly reached out, savoring the pounding thrill.
And like a mother soothing her child, she began to stroke Veil’s risen prominence….
“So hot….”
Hot, thick, and twitching.
Even through his pants, every detail was vividly felt.
She had always known this was what entered a woman’s sacred place.
As if aware, the noble princess’s inner thighs began to quiver.
Like she had obtained a key that fit her perfectly.
“Good boy….”
Her breathing quickened.
Irina continued stroking the bulge.
Each touch sent a massive storm raging through her mind.
She was the one who had first fallen for this man.
Among all the princesses, she had been the first to recognize his integrity and thoughtfulness.
Yet for another princess to dare.
Lea, of all people, to have measured its length first.
“…”
Infuriated, Irina pursed her lips tightly.
She decided to surrender to the storm swirling in her head.
The princess slowly lifted her plump thighs onto the bed.
And as if resolved, she slowly….
Straddled the man lying straight on his back.
“Fuu….”
Her crotch trembled uncontrollably.
Overcoming the shivers, Irina slowly pressed her body against Veil’s risen pants.
As if rehearsing.
“…”
She aligned the underwear hidden beneath her nun’s habit with his thick pants.
She experimentally rocked her hips a little.
Instinctively, without thinking.
―――. ―――.
“Like this….”
The soft, chilling sensation made her firm thighs quiver.
Even thighs that held steady on the mightiest steed now trembled violently.
“Hoot…. Hoot….”
The saintess swallowed deeply and moved her crotch against Veil’s pants.
Her hips waved lewdly.
A faint, rhythmic rubbing sound reached her ears.
As if worshiping the massive pillar trapped in his pants, trying to awaken it.
「Your Highness.」
In response, the sleeping Veil murmured.
Startled, Irina’s hips jerked.
“…!”
Her dampened underwear pressed against his pants as she froze.
「No….」
Was it because of Irina’s bold, lewd actions?
Veil’s expression turned lascivious, as if lost in an erotic dream.
His eyelids even fluttered slightly.
Frightened, Irina clutched the hem of her long nun’s habit.
“Sorry, Veil.”
She draped the skirt hem that had covered her hot crotch over his face.
As if to hide her lewdness.
「….」
The hot skirt, infused with a woman’s scent, pressed against the man’s face.
Afterward, he quieted again.
“Shall we try again?”
With his face covered, the saintess lifted her quivering lips once more.
Already addicted to the act, she began slowly rocking her hips again.
Creak—.
She felt his thick bulge with her entire body as she moved her waist.
Clamping his crotch tightly with her plump thighs, lewdly shaking her hips.
Each stroke of the pillar made the rickety bed twist and groan repeatedly.
Creak—.
“Now I think I get it….”
Its length.
Irina began memorizing the man’s girth through her heated lower abdomen.
She rocked her body in rhythm, learning how to take him in.
“…”
But merely learning wasn’t enough.
Rubbing like this was far less satisfying than.
Embracing him directly.
That way, she could feel his length, girth, and searing heat fully.
“I can’t hold back….”
Irina lifted her body away.
She slowly tugged at his pants zipper.
The stifled bulge finally sprang free.
That instant.
“…!”
A rush of thick, musky aroma hit her.
The saintess Irina’s eyes flashed amid her half-melted daze.
“This scent….”
A strange bodily fragrance she’d never smelled before.
Far more stimulating than the sweat scent from his wardrobe.
Irina’s nostrils twitched.
Her green eyes glazed over dreamily.
“I could get addicted….”
The princess slowly tried to pull his pants down further.
Just as the outline of his underwear came into view.
――――――.
Someone approached down the creaky hallway, drawn by the loud bed-shaking noises.
“…!”
The flimsy door burst open.
A burly man entered, backlit by the sunlight.
“What’s this?”
Orphanage director Hans.
He sniffed the oddly steamy air in Veil’s room.
“Smells damp….”
He waved a hand and glanced at Veil’s bed.
“Tsk…. Why chug booze you can’t even handle.”
The baron still sprawled asleep.
Hans clicked his tongue and stepped inside.
“Next time, I’ll warn Mago… Huh?”
But as he approached the bed.
He spotted Irina kneeling demurely at the bedside, eyes widening.
“N-Nun…?!”
She appeared to be praying over the serene-faced Veil.
The director eyed the scene curiously.
“You startled me. Why are you here?”
The saintess finished her prayer with a peaceful expression.
She rose from the floor as if nothing had happened.
“Ah….”
Irina tidied the hair strands sticking to her cheeks.
She flashed a bright smile up at the director.
“The baron was suffering from a hangover, so I was offering a prayer for his comfort.”
The burly man stared at the fresh nun’s smile.
Awed by her compassion, his mouth fell open.
“To go that far….”
“I kept hearing pained groans from the next room over, so I couldn’t just ignore it.”
Irina beamed up at the middle-aged man.
Unconsciously clamping her thighs together.
Fresh from the “workout,” heat rose between her plump thighs and the nun’s habit.
Thick sweat beaded at the contact point, trickling down.
“…”
But the droplets were oddly cloudy for mere sweat.
“Thank you, Sister. To even care for my worthless son….”
The director expressed his heartfelt gratitude.
To avoid further rudeness, he politely urged her.
“Come on out. His hangovers are rough, but he’ll recover by tomorrow.”
Veil’s adoptive father tried to extract the nun from the humid room.
But.
“Understood….”
Irina hesitated to leave, clearly not minding the man’s scent.
“Someone else came to help out here too. Come down, and I’ll prepare a midnight snack for us.”
“Yes….”
The director glanced back at the lingering Irina.
Her face flushed like after exercise.
And her awkward gait.
She looked feverishly overheated, like she’d caught a chill.
“Sister. A-Are… you alright?”
At his concerned question, Irina forced a smile.
Sweat beaded and trickled down her forehead.
“Of course. I’m starving anyway—perfect timing.”
Irina reluctantly followed him out.
But first, she carefully draped the blanket over Veil’s pants.
To hide the faint wet stain on his thickened bulge.
「――――――」
“I’ll prepare the snack and meet you in the dining hall.”
“Yes, thank you.”
Hans headed to the kitchen for the midnight snack.
Irina headed to the dining hall, rubbing her stiff hips alone.
Soon enough.
She locked eyes with a familiar twin-tailed girl.
“What.”
“…!”
Lydia Andalusia, dressed in academy-style uniform.
She gawked at Irina’s provocative nun outfit.
“What the hell is that getup…? Blasphemy?”
“Y-You… how did you even find this place…?”
The two princesses stared blankly at each other.
“Hah, if I set my mind to it, I can do anything. Tracking you is child’s play.”
The red-eyed seductive black panther shrugged.
She had disguised herself as a student volunteering educational service from a prestigious academy.
Irina glanced toward the window at Lydia’s words.
She spotted the large merchant caravan carriage that had dropped Lydia off departing.
Lydia had mobilized every caravan at her disposal to check every baron leaving the capital.
‘Impressive.’
“Slipping out disguised as a nun—you actually put in some effort this time?”
Lydia praised Irina for evading her assassins.
But her eyes soon turned icy.
“So, you got here first. Score any harvest?”
At the Third Princess’s question, Irina went blank-faced for a moment.
Then, she smirked.
“Well, I got the length at least.”
Lydia’s under-eyes twitched at the relaxed response she hadn’t expected.
Veil’s length, which only she didn’t know.
And to think Irina had explored him in that vulgar nun outfit—it infuriated her.
“You…. You really went all the way with a commoner?”
“If you’re jealous, just say so, Lydia.”
The two princesses traded murderous glares.
But the beasts’ fangs had to retract soon enough.
“Aigoo, sorry to keep you waiting—.”
Veil’s father soon returned.
His closest confidant, carrying a plate of freshly grilled sausages.
“Go ahead and dig in. I grilled only the freshest ones specially.”
“…”
The delicious aroma filled the dining hall.
Irina, drained from Veil’s room, and Lydia, rushed from the capital, both swallowed deeply.
“Shall we eat first, then.”
“Indeed, Sister.”
The women declared a truce for now.
They focused on the sausages before them.
“Wow….”
The two princesses’ eyes sparkled at the first bite.
“So the baron’s cooking skills come from his father, huh?”
Irina praised the director’s cooking.
Mindful of it, Lydia chimed in to boost his mood too.
“Yeah, it’s savory and delicious.”
Hans chuckled heartily at the young women’s praise, waving it off.
But soon, sensing something off, his veteran knight’s eyes sharpened.
“By the way, do you know my son?”
At his question, Lydia smiled brightly.
“Yes, we’ve met often in the capital. My academy is near his workplace.”
She fibbed to hide her identity for now.
“Heh heh…. That boy. I thought he had no interest in women….”
Hans chuckled and nodded.
“Never dreamed he knew such fine ladies.”
The suspicion lifted, the two princesses began probing the director for info in earnest.
After all, he was Veil’s father.
Thus, deeply connected to him.
“By the way, has Veil mentioned when he plans to get married?”
Lydia struck first with a sharp question.
Hans scratched the back of his head.
“Who knows…. He used to say he’d only date someone I approve of.”
The two princesses fell silent at his words.
Then, they simultaneously smirked.
“He hated romance so much, he said he’d leave the marriage to me—.”
“I see—.”
They nodded in unison.
With deeply meaningful expressions.
“Then, who would you like to pair him with, Director?”
Irina landed the decisive blow.
“There’s just one type I won’t accept.”
The two princesses focused on Veil’s adoptive father’s lips.
His eventual answer.
“Highborn ladies.”
Was the worst possible.
“Women who solve everything with their status and treat men like toys.”
Once a noble knight, he eyed the princesses coldly.
“I saw their ugly sides plenty while serving as a knight. It gives me chills.”
Hans took a deep breath, face grave.
Noticing the women’s solemn expressions, he waved it off hastily.
“Of course, that doesn’t apply to you, Sister, or the lovely student.”
He laughed heartily and poured them water.
“Since you’ve come to support the orphanage with such ‘good intentions.’”
The two noble princesses fell silent at Hans’s unexpected wariness.
They forced smiles and accepted the water glasses.
“Ahaha… Of course.”
“We’d never see a partner that way….”
Lydia and Irina answered in turn.
A chill ran down their necks for some reason.