This Body, the Rift Breaker
Seira looked at Rigeon without even bothering to close the front of her robe, her legs spread in a posture that left the space between them fully exposed. She showed not the slightest interest in covering herself. Thanks to that, the lingering heat between her thighs, her tousled hair, and her parted lips made her look, even now, like an incarnation of carnal desire tempting him.
Rigeon blinked, then tilted his chin as if to deny it, and said bluntly:
"I already told you during the procedure. I need you to let me concentrate. It's too... messy. I can't be certain."
It was a lie.
A man of his caliber would already have known what kind of flow remained inside her — whether any residue of resonance lingered. But he did not want to speak that truth in this room. Rigeon was using the knowledge that this woman was not Alpher's lover as a shield for his conscience, because he could not contain the feelings and the physical reaction that had crashed over him more violently than they ever had in adolescence.
"...What?"
Seira narrowed her eyes and glared at his reaction. Then she grabbed the loosened sash of her robe and smacked Rigeon's forearm a couple of times.
"You good-for-nothing!!"
That was when Alpher quietly pulled her into his arms. He drew her against his chest and carefully fastened the front of her robe, which had been on the verge of falling open.
"Seira, please calm down."
Alpher closed the cloth around her body with a possessiveness that refused to let anyone see more of her. But beneath that motion, the hot reaction below his waist pressed against the inside of her thigh, and she whispered with a sullen look:
"...Young Master, is this really the time?"
He just smiled in that easy, good-natured way of his.
"It seems it didn't go well..."
Before he'd even finished speaking, her hand started pounding his thigh.
"Young Master! Who was it that brought this guy here? You're telling me this is the best there is?"
Rigeon sighed and turned his head. There was a hint of irritation in his voice.
"It's not as if there was nothing to show for it. I now understand the kind of stimulus you were talking about. If you'd simply let me concentrate, I might be able to test it properly."
Seira narrowed her eyes and glared at him, then turned to look at Alpher. She clicked her tongue, as if seriously considering whether she ought to just take matters into her own hands and finish the resonance exam herself.
But Alpher didn't wait for her to come up with an answer.
"Seeing you so distressed, Seira, what would you say to being examined by someone else — even if their reputation falls short of Rigeon's?"
"...Huh?"
"I've been told a resonance diagnosis is not unlike taking a pulse before a consultation. Any skilled Cleric Mage should be capable of it. This time, I'll arrange for a woman, so you won't be made uncomfortable."
At those words, Rigeon's eyebrows gave a faint twitch.
Seira tilted her head, considering Alpher's suggestion as if thinking it might not be such a bad idea.
"Alpher, that woman isn't a question of male or female — she's more like a trial sent upon us. Now that we've come this far, I'll just have to take the sacrifice myself..."
"Mmm. You should at least acknowledge my consideration for you. I can see well enough how much you're struggling right now."
Seira folded her arms and looked back and forth between the two men. From the way they were talking, it sounded like she was the problem here...
She pondered their conversation, then suddenly cried out:
"I've decided!"
Without even untying her robe, Seira hiked it up from within Alpher's arms and gave a little nod toward Rigeon in front of her.
"Whoa—"
As Alpher startled, her body slid down — but a lap pillow wasn't so bad.
"Don't cheap out on the money. This is really the last time. I'll make sure you can't come up with a single excuse."
Seira jabbed a finger at Rigeon over the hiked-up hem of her robe, as if issuing a threat. Instead of taking her hand, she meant, put it here.
"For crying out loud."
Rigeon looked at that, tucked his long silver hair behind his ear, and pushed the invited hand inside her robe.
"If that's how you're going to be, I'll do it right now."
Unlike Seira's intention of hiking her robe high to offer him her belly above the womb, Rigeon, without the slightest hesitation, pushed straight into the place still soaked from their earlier coupling.
"—Nh, nngh!?"
Before she could even open her mouth, her eyes flew wide.
Divine energy poured along his finger, flooding into her from within.
"Hey, you, you Cleric bastard, that's not— nngh, haaah...!"
Before she could even hold onto her senses, a strange sensation burst from within. Unlike the first time, a hot, wet current raced straight up her nerves — this time not from a hand on her belly, but circling from the very entrance of her womb, tightening around her.
Her thighs, spreading reflexively, trembled, and Seira cried out:
"No, I told you to put your hand on my belly, who said to go there—!!"
But it was already too late.
Rigeon, ignoring any explanation, kept his long, straight finger inside her and looked up fully at her expression.
"...You crazy bastard...!"
Already the inside of her was vibrating. She curled up as if hugging her knees, only for her strength to give out, leaving her panting against Alpher's legs.
"Aaah, this is— too much...!"
Seira collapsed right there. Her lips trembled, her eyes rolled back, and the holy power being channeled through Rigeon's finger inside her shook her to her core in an instant. This time, she was clearly coming undone in Rigeon's hand.
Clear drool spilled from the corner of her mouth. Her thighs were wet, her legs twitching and spreading reflexively. Seira squeezed her eyes shut, threw her head back, and cried out in helpless moans under stimulation she could not endure.
If only this weren't all happening on Alpher's lap, at least this chaos wouldn't exist.
A red gleam slowly seeped into Alpher's eyes. Beneath the smile that had always advertised his gentleness, a flame named jealousy flared to life.
She's coming... like that, right in front of me, on another man's hand...?
He quietly drew in a breath. Then, as if murmuring to himself, he said:
"...Rigeon, you said you needed to concentrate, didn't you?"
Alpher raised his hand. He took hold of his own member, standing moist and hot beside Seira's mouth as her head rested on his thigh. Then he gently pressed the cock that had been resting near her cheek against her lips.
"...Nnh?!"
The scent of semen hit her as she opened her eyes, and the heat of it right in front of her mouth stole her breath. All that mattered to him was that her mouth was empty.
Faster than the words, Alpher pushed his erect cock straight in. Seira lifted her head in surprise, but even without her opening her mouth, it parted her lips and slid in as if gently splitting them apart.
"Your moans are too loud, Seira. I was worried Rigeon wouldn't be able to concentrate."
Even before her tongue could touch it, the faint heat and saltiness flowing from him, the moist texture of the skin, the heavy, thick presence of it — all of it pushed deep into her mouth.
"Nngh...!"
She could neither obediently suck nor even breathe, only feel him filling her mouth, and Alpher watched her and quietly exhaled a heated breath. He brushed her hair back and whispered:
The position was such that he wasn't even receiving a proper blowjob from Seira so much as simply plugging her mouth — but as long as Rigeon was performing his so-called diagnosis, Alpher had no intention of pulling out of her mouth.
Rigeon was still sending holy power into the depths of her womb, and her mouth was being filled with Alpher's flesh. Seira's moans had already risen to her throat, but because Alpher's cock was filling her mouth so deeply, the sound was trapped behind it.
Below, Rigeon watched the scene and slowly applied pressure to his fingertips. The finger that had been still inside her gave a very subtle tap against the inner entrance of her womb—
"Nnh...!"
Now, no matter how it flowed, he was inside her body — and as if competing, he pushed his hand a little deeper, moving with clear intent. She tried to twitch and shift her body, but the sensations coming from both ends gave her no room.
Rigeon's hand was seeking out her deepest place as if he himself had become the center of her womb, and Alpher rested a gentle hand at the corner of her mouth, silently letting out his breath.
The sensations piled higher and higher, and her limit drew near. Seira weakly raised an arm and slapped the sheet beside her a couple of times. Thump— thump—
It was a silent signal. She couldn't speak with her mouth, but please, stop, at least for now.
Rigeon heard the sound and deliberately pretended not to, lowering his gaze without withdrawing his finger. Instead, he pushed his firm fingertip a little further inward, moving quietly as if checking Seira's weak spots rather than performing a resonance diagnosis.
"Mmmpph......!"
At that movement, Seira's thighs trembled violently. After soaking his hand thoroughly, intermittent breaths leaked from her mouth around the cock she was holding, and the corners of her eyes were wet.
Only after Rigeon's hand, tinged with a peculiar pleasure, had withdrawn all of the holy power did it slowly pull out. Seira arched her back, trying to let out a deep sigh, but in the end she only curled in on herself and slumped against Alpher's thigh.
Alpher, perhaps thinking it would be uncomfortable for her, pulled himself from her mouth as well, and Rigeon, even after withdrawing his hand, kept looking at her.
Only — when the hot love juices remaining on the Cleric's hand seemed to overlap with Seira in a way that was far too lewd, he brought the back of his hand to his lips with utterly natural ease, without even a handkerchief.
Seeing that, Alpher lowered his head with a smile still on his face. He brushed back the hair of Seira, who was nestled in his arms, and said:
"It seems it's over."
But beneath that smile, a rage on the verge of shattering was blooming. If this result, too, came back inconclusive — then he was already preparing to sever his connection with the man entirely.