Chapter 30
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Resolution (3)
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Evan Lane and Lete Heresia. Their first experience had been a sudden, one-sided intrusion by the drunken one of the pair.
Even so, that act had taken place entirely indoors. In Evan's residence, in that bedroom, their first night had unfolded without any influence from the outside world.
Afterward, there had been a few minor incidents—teasing touches or oral service.
However... strictly speaking, they hadn't had their second sexual encounter yet.
Now that they'd entered this so-called partner relationship, the second and third times were just a matter of time anyway.
'Is this really happening?'
At the very least, Evan had assumed that even if it wasn't as monumental as their first night, their second physical union would naturally happen indoors.
Of course it would, right? What man and woman have their second sexual encounter outdoors?
It didn't make sense logically, and judging from Lete's usual personality, she probably wouldn't enjoy such open-air play either.
There was only one problem. Evan broke into a cold sweat as he recalled his own blunder.
There was no doubt he harbored romantic feelings for Lete. Just looking at the apricot-skinned girl now slumped into the bench filled him with affection.
The bittersweet bond built naturally over four years as childhood friends had twisted into something harder to handle after their impulsive first time—a tangled mix of love and hate.
'...Damn it. You idiot.'
That made it all the worse. Evan barely suppressed the urge to tear his hair out.
Of all times, he'd mentioned Israfeel right in front of Lete, who had started her solo romance. It was something that had to be addressed, but it was obvious it had led to her current state.
The woman he felt love for was Lete. There was no falsehood, pretense, or deception in that sincerity.
But if asked whether Israfeel didn't bother him at all, he couldn't nod so easily.
"...?"
Evan froze for a moment, his expression serious. In other words, his heart leaned toward Lete, but he still saw Israfeel as a woman too—
'No... what the hell is this nonsense?'
A sudden wave of doubt made his head spin. How could things not line up this badly? Even paradoxes had their limits.
In his mind, a cute devilish figure chattered noisily. Why not just confess honestly to wanting both?
'Am I insane or what?'
A truly vulgar self-reflection came to an end. Evan sighed inwardly and scolded himself.
At this rate, once the lustful mood settled, it wouldn't be strange if Lete beat him to death... A deeply ominous foreboding.
Just then, as Evan glanced at Lete, sweating coldly—
"...Don't think about anything else."
She spoke in a calm voice, her eyes still glazed with heat.
Her sea-blue eyes stared straight at him, as if peering right into his thoughts.
A faint smile played on Lete's lips.
"How about focusing entirely on me right now, Evan?"
"... "
"That might be the quickest way to reduce your punishment."
Why don't you know what to do now? This isn't the time to overthink.
She didn't say it outright, but her seductive smile conveyed it all.
Lete smiled wordlessly and propped one foot on the bench. She slipped off her white shoe from the heel, then extended her bare leg.
Of course, it was to tease Evan... The tip of her foot pressed down on his bulging crotch, grinding gently.
It didn't hurt, but if he felt anything, it would be humiliation or shame.
Since she'd aimed there from the start, Lete let out a shiver of thrill with her voice.
"See? You're all hard like this too..."
"... "
"No backing out now, right?"
You pervert.
Evan's body jolted at the whispered addition. Proving he'd taken the bait, he bit his lip hard.
"Don't regret it, Lete."
"...Oh."
He seized her ankle pressing against his lower half. She let out a satisfied laugh, and Evan slowly rose.
He lifted the leg he'd grabbed without letting go. Her soft thigh compressed slightly against her underwear, and he discarded the unnecessary scrap of fabric.
Lete glanced down shyly at her exposed lower half, now defenseless.
For spouting lines like a third-rate villain, he was surprisingly bold. From her perspective, it was the ideal masculine attitude she'd longed for.
The bench area was wide open, and the sun still blazed down mercilessly...
But it didn't matter. A pleasant chill ran up her spine, making her waist quiver as she overlaid her hand on the back of his gripping hers.
Evan had unbuckled his belt, revealing the menacing thing to the world. And soon, it would pierce her belly.
'...Sometimes, this kind of thing too...'
Lete murmured inwardly with a smile. Toying with Evan, who was always so stiff-necked, and having sex outdoors no less.
Not bad. No, it was incredibly satisfying.
It was the moment several characteristic fetishes took root as her first true kinks.
Soon, Evan spread her legs wide.
"Hurry."
Lete urged concisely. A frustrated demand to take the thing before her eyes inside her as soon as possible.
And then... with the shape of her mouth.
'Put it in me.'
A vulgar phrase she'd never utter in her normal state.
But now, it didn't matter. Evan read her lips perfectly and unleashed the intense impulse he could no longer hold back.
Pfuk...! Without even foreplay, his cock thrust in mercilessly, churning her insides.
"Heuk...?!"
The deeply invading thing reached her cervix in an instant, and Lete let out a sharp moan. Her face probably twisted in considerable pain.
But that pain was fleeting.
"Hah, hng, ahn..."
Lete quickly melted into the heavenly sexual pleasure granted by the goddess's power.
A sensation she'd felt before. But its scale had multiplied. Even compared to their first time, it was far more thrilling... far more lewd.
'Y-Yeah...'
My hunch was right. She gripped Evan's forearm tightly, muttering to herself inside.
Four days ago, while tasting his semen, she'd vaguely suspected it. Her 'what if' doubt soon evolved into a reasonable guess.
Logically, could swallowing that white fluid feel better than sex with him?
There had to be some trigger. Something that made all her sexual acts with Evan Lane deliver clearly superior pleasure than before.
Now Lete knew the reason. She'd heard it directly, after all.
It was probably the result of his union with the First Apostle elevating his divine nature. Israfeel Hael possessed even greater talent than Lete.
"Haup...! Ng, hng?!"
Lete squeezed her eyes shut, surrendering her body to the pleasure scrambling her mind.
Evan lowered his stance further, plunging even deeper, while his lips naturally claimed hers, ravaging her tongue.
'Infuriating, truly infuriating...'
How could she endure it? The haughty attitude she'd maintained until he'd licked her below was now impossible.
How could anyone withstand such maddening ecstasy sane? That thing stimulating a woman's— a female's instincts to the extreme was practically a weapon.
And he'd even advanced his divine nature through sex with another woman.
An utterly infuriating man. But with such rapture bestowed, her mind couldn't make rational judgments.
'More, more.'
She could only think one-dimensionally.
"...More..."
And voice it aloud.
Lete licked Evan's saliva from her lips with her tongue tip. Wrapped in lewd sensation, she cutely extended both arms toward him.
She pleaded with a dopey smile.
"Thrust harder, Evannn..."
Her annoyed casual speech no longer held. It meant Evan's dreamy bliss had perfectly soothed her anger and grievance.
"I like you, I really like you, Evan, Evan."
"... "
"Hug me tight. Quick, pat me..."
Lete acted coquettish, and Evan paused briefly at the sudden shift.
But his reason was equally numbed by the overwhelming pleasure.
With hazy eyes, yet gazing at the girl before him most lovingly...
Pfuk—!
"Ng, mmheuk...?!"
Evan decided to grant her wish. The sweat- and fluid-slick bare skins of the pair slapped together with a lewd 'splack!'
Lete savored the alien presence brutally stabbing her inner belly, her trembling hands fumbling at her top.
Unlike the easily removable skirt and petticoat below, the upper part of her sacred garment was tricky to remove on the spot.
It was clearly designed with the designer's lecherous intent. Still, Lete grunted and managed to lift it slightly.
"...E, Evan. Here."
She shyly exposed her breasts. Not huge, but not small, the perky mounds jiggled before his eyes.
Lete smiled cutely with a 'hee hee'.
And murmured her request.
"Suck them."
"... "
Evan had no choice but to obey. He dutifully lowered his head, parting his lips, and Lete's mouth corners twitched as she accepted the caress.
She simply felt the orgasm dominating her body and the lewd electricity flooding her veins.
The saintess candidate was gone from this place. Only a pleasure-drenched harlot remained.
She'd lost her sense of self for a moment, but it wasn't important. To fully indulge in this thrill 120%, she lewdly rocked her hips—
'...What if.'
Lete Heresia thought.
'What if Evan gets even stronger than now...'
Already so incredible. Already addicting her mind and body with indescribable pleasure.
If he absorbed even more divine nature... achieving a higher 'divine rank' as a result.
How good would sex with him feel then? How much would it drive her insane?
Lete blinked her sticky, desire-glazed blue eyes with effort. Her gaze still lovingly fixed on Evan.
"...I like you, Evan..."
If anything, new emotions had taken root there.
It was thirst—and anticipation.
Lete tightly embraced Evan, feeling her womb quiver faintly.
Central Square. The walkway brushing past it.
"...Hm?"
The woman with water-blue hair turned her head at the sudden familiar presence.
A plain bench, isolated in a somewhat remote spot within the square.
There was clearly nothing around it.
"What's wrong, Israfeel?"
"... "
Despite the golden-haired girl's question beside her, she—Israfeel Hael—couldn't help turning toward it with strange eyes, entranced.
She approached the bench.
Toward that unidentified ripple in space, emanating a sense of distortion like a 'barrier had been erected'.