The Rebellion and the Scripture
‘How did he find out?’
Monica remained alone in the office after Edward and Jack had left, lost in thought. ‘He only received the prophecy last night…’
She had already known about the impending rebellion through the prophecy Winnie had delivered the previous night. Viscountess Winnie Melbourne rarely met anyone other than herself, so the chances of information leaking from her were slim. She wasn't the type to go around blabbing about information obtained through prophecy, either. Furthermore, Edward had even pinpointed the Enixon Barony as the culprit, something even Winnie hadn't been able to specify.
The look in Edward’s eyes just moments ago hadn't been one of guesswork or deception; it was a look of absolute, unshakable conviction.
‘Does he even possess insight...?’
Edward was an excellent knight. The monstrous strength he displayed at the tournament hadn't been part of any script. The fact that he could handle an unpredictable variable like Jack without a hitch meant his skills were far from ordinary. If a handsome knight with such monstrous combat prowess also possessed keen insight?
“He’s too capable…”
Even if they were to be married, an overly capable spouse could be the seed of discord. Moreover, Monica herself was a woman. Since it was already decided that he would become a member of the Count’s family, she had to find a way to coax him and keep him under her thumb.
“So that’s what happened.”
The next morning, excluding Monica who was busy with work, I had breakfast alone with Vera. Following her suggestion to take a walk, we were strolling through the Count’s estate. Not having forgotten her promise to show me around the territory, Vera introduced me to the sights we passed along the way. As we walked, the topic of what happened with Monica last night naturally came up.
“I think it’s because my daughter has a very strong sense of attachment to what she considers hers… Ever since she was young, if she marked something as her own, I would only touch it after getting her permission. I hope you won't take it too poorly.”
Vera was trying to sugarcoat Monica’s intense obsession and possessiveness. I knew that much already, but I hadn't expected her to react so sensitively in that situation last night. It seemed that preventing the rebellion beforehand had become a distant hope.
“In any case, since there is a possibility of a rebellion, I would like you to refrain from leaving the castle for the next week. It would be difficult for the rebels to infiltrate the castle walls, after all.”
It was a rebellion that had been suppressed without much damage in my previous life anyway. It was unlikely that Vera would come to any harm, but one could never be too sure. I just hoped my worry was unnecessary.
“Oh my, are you worried about me? I’ll keep that in mind.”
Vera smiled brightly at my words. She had been beautiful before the regression, but seeing her smile like that, looking so much younger now… I felt my face heat up and turned my head away. I wished the topic would shift along with my gaze.
“Come to think of it, Ed, you seem to have a great sense of direction? This must be your first time here, yet you walk around without getting lost at all.”
“Haha, I’ve always been good at finding my way.”
Oops, I had ended up walking ahead of Vera. Since the map was already in my head, my feet had moved naturally. I had to be careful not to let such behavior show. Regardless of what Vera thought of me, it was better not to do anything that might raise suspicion.
“Still, we’ve been walking for quite a while. Do you take this path every day?”
“Yes, I don't have many opportunities to move my body… If I just sit still, I gain weight. Walking like this every day is a good way to refresh my mood and it’s good for my health. It helps with self-care, too. My sturdy thighs are all thanks to these walks.”
Vera tapped her own thighs. I naturally recalled her smooth, taut thighs that had been visible beneath her black undergarments. *Whew*, I almost got an erection. Whether Vera hadn't noticed or was simply oblivious, she continued with a calm expression.
“But if I have to be careful about a rebellion, I might not be able to take my walks for a week.”
Vera said, folding the parasol she had been holding. Before I knew it, we were standing in front of the only small church within the Count’s territory.
“Ed, could you wait a moment?”
Right. Vera, having grown up in the capital, was quite a devout believer.
“Ah, right. I should have asked if you wanted to come in with me. I don't have anyone around me who believes in the gods as fervently, so I’ve become used to going in alone.”
“Not at all. Please, take your time.”
I had attended church often when I was young, but after the regression, my thinking had changed completely. It was a god that had never answered a single prayer when I was struggling. I thought it would be better to serve Vera, who had comforted me, or the red stone that had allowed me to regress.
Fortunately, the Yulstein region was quite far from the royal capital where the church’s influence was strongest, so one wasn't easily branded a heretic just for not attending. This church didn't see many visitors, either.
“Then, just a moment…”
Vera disappeared into the church. I had frequented this church a lot, too. The memory that remained with me now was of myself crying in the empty church after being bullied by Monica. I couldn't go back to that.
How long had I waited? It took longer than I expected for Vera to come out. With a look of relief on her face, she spoke to me in a lively voice.
“Ed, would you like to study the scriptures with me?”
“Are you really going to study once you feel refreshed?”
In Vera’s room, where we had come to study together, I was rubbing my cock against her body.
“Vera, could you, um, press your left arm tightly against your body?”
“…Like this?”
As she folded her arm, trapping my cock in her left armpit, a pleasant pressure washed over it. Of course, I hadn't come to her room to do this. Vera had intended to curb my sexual desires by making me read the scriptures and study. But with absolutely no will to learn, how could I possibly study properly? I had long since thrown away any faith in the gods.
The content was also stuff I had heard ages ago, so it was incredibly boring. When I persisted without even looking at the book, Vera came up with a special measure to boost my motivation, and that was:
“Ed, if there’s something hindering your studies, I’ll take care of it for you.”
“Actually, I am having some trouble.”
“What is it? Take it out right now!”
Enticed by the sweet scent of Vera lingering in the room, I pulled out my cock, which was hard as rock.
“This fellow is causing trouble again. I’m in a bind this time as well, so I’d like you to solve it for me, Sister.”
Even when suddenly confronted with my naked cock, Vera showed little reaction. I had been prepared for a scolding, but was this a good reaction? The fact that she didn't freak out or reject me, despite her troubled look, seemed to be largely due to the experience of having rubbed my cock through her panties once before.
“Honestly, you leave me no choice. If I solve this, will you study?”
“Of course.”
And so, Vera began to handle my sexual desires for the sake of my studies. It still felt more like she was indulging a spoiled child rather than looking at me as a man, but I couldn't help it. Even as she accommodated me while claiming she had no choice, was it my imagination that she seemed strangely interested? Regardless, the fact that Vera was becoming less resistant to handling my sexual needs was a positive sign.
Standing behind Vera, who was seated in a chair, I thrust my cock into her tightly squeezed armpit. As my cock slipped out of the armpit and brushed against her breasts—which were so voluminous they obscured the armpit—it felt exactly like inserting it into a cunt. Is this an armpit or a cunt? An armpit-cunt?
Vera had taken off her dress because she didn't want to get it dirty. Since a dress is a one-piece garment, that meant she was wearing nothing but her undergarments. Vera’s armpits, seemingly well-maintained, were smooth and hairless, making them perfect for rubbing my cock against.
Perhaps thanks to our walk on such a sunny day, she was slightly sweaty, and I moved my hips as if ravishing her armpit, savoring her intensified scent.
*Thrust, thrust, thrust.*
It was as if I were knocking at the entrance of a cave-like womb; my cock, having passed through the tunnel of her armpit, was stabbing at the side of her breast at the end. Every time her breasts heaved, Vera’s body shook along with them, which made me even more excited, as if I were truly penetrating her.
“Can I cum faster if I do this?”
“Ugh!”
Vera grabbed my cock, which was protruding from her armpit, with her right hand. She didn't grab it too tightly, holding it gently enough to allow for sliding, but the sudden stimulation accelerated my urge to ejaculate beyond imagination.
“I’m cumming!”
“Oh, oh?”
The semen forcefully ejected from my cock flew forward and landed on the book spread out on the table. Um, the scripture, that is.