Love Letter From The Future

Chapter 204: Eyes of a Dragon and the Human Heart (68)

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The intensive care unit fell into a momentary silence, broken only by the gentle rustle of leaves outside.

In disbelief, the Saintess’s light pink eyes widened as she gazed down at her breasts.

My hand was in that place.

The soft mound beneath my touch shifted, its texture intriguing and oddly satisfying. It was a sensation I found unexpectedly gratifying.

The Saintess couldn’t even speak properly, her attempts to do so fragmented and disjointed as she rapidly blinked her eyes.

“Huh, uh, ah…?”

Nonetheless, my focus remained fixated on the heavenly sensation; who knew when I might have the chance to experience it again someday?

I hadn’t realized it before. So, this was what it would feel like to touch an incredibly soft bread dough.

Typically, flesh devoid of muscle is soft and supple.

Yet, the mystery lay in why only this specific part of a woman’s body could provide such a satisfying feeling.

The curves of the Saintess’ breast were particularly remarkable, excellent in both volume and texture. Beyond the initial softness, I felt a subtle elasticity in that delicate touch.

It was intriguing how such a tender sensation could permeate even through layers of fabric.

It felt like caressing an object suspended between elastic dough and billowy clouds.

As I enveloped the flesh, reveling in its texture, the softness overflowing from my hand sparked a sudden curiosity about the limits of its elasticity.

So, I applied more pressure in my grip.

As I tightened my hold on the holy power pouch, the Saintess’s breath quickened, and she bowed her head, seemingly experiencing a shiver coursing down her spine.

“He-uh!”

Soon enough, the elasticity was proven. The smooth texture overflowed from my grasp, prompting me to relax it with a satisfied smile.

“This kind of wish is great. If there’s a chance, shall we make another bet in the future…?”

It was at that precise moment the Saintess, who had been momentarily lost in a daze, regained her senses.

“…A-a-are you insane?!”

The Saintess screamed, her face now flushed crimson.

There was a hint of tears glistening in her eyes, betraying her embarrassment.

It was evident that she wanted to wriggle free from my touch, as if attempting to shake off the sensation at any given moment.

“T-this is sexual assault! You sex offender! D-Do you know how grave of a sin it is to touch a Saintess’s pure body?…? Heeeut?!”

However, my increased pressure on the grip swiftly quashed that attempt.

The Saintess immediately emitted a soft moan, instinctively bracing her arms to support her breast, her head bowing involuntarily.

Having a means to quieten the Saintess whenever she became noisy wasn’t a bad feeling.

I sighed deeply and shook my head.

“Saintess, you shouldn’t act like this, should you? Didn’t you say anything could be granted as a wish?”

“W-what does that have to do with this outrageous… hng-heut!”

The Saintess gritted her teeth, trying to stifle the sweet moans, but her efforts proved futile.

Her rosy eyes bore into me as if she was angry.

The more she resisted, the wider my triumphant smile grew.

“We made a promise during the last attack, didn’t we? Once I resolve everything and return, you’ll grant me one wish.” It was only then that realization dawned upon the Saintess, her eyes widening in comprehension.

The intensity of her gaze, which had been fixed on me for a while, suddenly softened. She then hesitated and mumbled while avoiding my gaze.

“Th-that… hmm…”

The sight of the Saintess, panting with uneven breaths, was objectively provocative.

From the beginning, her entire being exuded sensuality.

From her exquisite beauty to the graceful curves that adorned her form, there was not a single aspect that failed to stir the desires of men.

It was truly a sinful body.

If a theology student from the academy were to stray into the clutches of the Dark Order, the Saintess would undoubtedly be the reason.

Such was her allure. The woman I once likened to a delicate flower atop a cliff was now looking at me with teary eyes.

A subtle desire even flickered within her rosy gaze.

With a wicked smile, I continued to feel her breasts, enraptured by the sensation.

“We should keep our promise, shouldn’t we? Excuse me for a moment.”

The Saintess, now rendered speechless, merely cast me an embarrassed glance while suppressing moans.

Occasionally, curses escaped the Saintess’ lips.

“F-fool… heuh, tr-trash iik…”

With each increase in pressure on my grip, the Saintess’s ability to speak waned, and she trembled.

Even I couldn’t ignore the increasingly strange atmosphere.

The Saintess’s panting grew sweeter, her rosy eyes pleading with me.

Though each provocation was partly meant to just tease her, upon reflection, I realized I had crossed a line.

Fortunately, the Saintess showed no signs of anger, despite her appearance.

I could tell she was even secretly enjoying it.

Unable to simply allow it, she made subtle attempts to break free from my grasp, making me gather my strength one final time and firmly grasp her breasts.

The sudden shock caused the Saintess’s pupils to momentarily flicker.

“Heuk?! Ng, huuutt!”

Her arms, previously supporting her chest, stiffened as if struck by an electric current, and her thighs clenched involuntarily.

Tremors rippled through her body as she exhaled heavily.

It was about time to let go, but a fleeting hesitation, spurred by my base instincts, stayed my hand.

As a result, I failed to react in time.

The door to the hospital room swung open silently.

Engrossed in the escalating tension, neither I nor the Saintess noticed the intrusion until a soft thud broke the silence—a basket of fruit tumbling to the floor, apples and pears rolling in all directions.

Both the Saintess and I turned our gaze towards the door, our expressions blank with surprise.

Standing there was a girl with brown hair, donning a cone hat—Senior Elsie.

Her blue eyes quivered intensely as she hurriedly adjusted her hat.

“S-sorry to bother…”

With that, Senior Elsie swiftly exited the hospital room, leaving us both speechless and unable to offer any explanation.

Her retreating silhouette appeared particularly disheartened, a solitary droplet seeming to scatter in the air as she vanished from sight.

Silence descended once more, albeit fleetingly.

The Saintess forcefully pushed my hands away, catching me off guard. With a quick adjustment of her disheveled clothes, she shot me a glare filled with shame, anger, and a hint of something indiscernible.

Yet, beneath the surface, a lingering excitement danced in her eyes. Gradually, the Saintess quelled her anger and averted her gaze.

A small, sheepish voice tinged with embarrassment followed.

“….Y-you surprised me. Next time, please say something before.”

Blushing furiously, the Saintess lowered her head deeply and swiftly left the hospital room.

Left dumbfounded by her abrupt exit, I found myself tilting my head in confusion.

Next time, please say something before?

Did that mean there would be a next time?

I swallowed my saliva and soon burst into laughter.

It would be troublesome to have unnecessary misunderstandings.

True as it was, my immediate concern was elsewhere—there were too many tasks in front of me right now.

The heavy burden of saving the world.

I thought that it would feel irresponsible to entertain promises for the future while still burdened by such weight.

****

In the days that followed, there were various incidents.

From the discharge procedures to my departure from the temple, each encounter with the Saintess was marked by her blushing and numerous bows.

She seemed so flustered that she couldn’t even properly talk to me.

During treatments, I occasionally sensed the subtle warmth of her body on mine, though I dismissed it as mere imagination.

After all, there was no logical reason for the Saintess to behave in such a manner.

Her body was a sacred gift bestowed by the Heavenly God, a treasure of the Holy Nation to be revered like a holy relic. Was there truly a necessity for it to come into contact with another man?

Although I must admit, the brief touch of such a revered body did stir a bit of excitement within me.

Anyway, I could approach the day of discharge without any major issues.

Numerous well-wishers greeted me during hospital visits, and upon stepping outside the temple, I was surprised to find a few familiar faces awaiting me.

Surprisingly, Young Lady Lupesia was among them.

It was unexpected to see her, considering our previous altercation when she lost her limbs for striking Emma’s cheek. I had assumed we had a relationship of mutual resentment.

Yet, it seemed that my actions during the recent demonic beast attack had forged an unexpected connection between us.

With a wry smile, I extended my hand towards Young Lady Lupesia.

She met my gesture with a somewhat indifferent gaze, eventually coldly accepting my hand.

“Congratulations on your discharge.”

“Thank you.”

There was no further conversation.

Our relationship wasn’t close enough to warrant it.

However, as I began to pass by Young Lady Lupesia, she asked a question.

“By the way, have you visited Emma?”

“…?”

I turned back, puzzled by what she had asked. While I had intended to visit Emma before leaving for my hometown, her specific mention of it piqued my curiosity.

Momentarily hesitant, Young Lady Lupesia sighed and shook her head.

“Never mind, just make sure to visit her as soon as you can.”

Dissatisfied, I passed by Young Lady Lupesia while keeping such thoughts. Nevertheless, I firmly etched the goal of going to see Emma in my heart.

One noticeable absence amidst the crowd celebrating my discharge was Senior Elsie.

Ever since the incident involving the Saintess, she had been conspicuously absent.

Though only a couple of days had passed, Senior Elsie had yet to show herself. So, I quietly lamented inwardly.

Thankfully, someone approached me during this time.

Lupine Rinella.

As the younger brother of Senior Elsie, our fates were intricately entwined.

He glared at me with an angry expression.

“I-Ian Percus…!”

His voice quivered with fury, leaving me baffled.

Why was this guy acting like this?

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