My mother's love song

"Jeanne, do you hate me?"

Rhodes held Jeanne's hand tightly, and she had not offered any resistance so far.

Joan of Arc shyly avoided the young man's gaze, her misty purple eyes staring straight at the inverted moon in the sky above that was full of religious sacredness.

How could I hate...

When you confessed to me, my heart almost jumped out of my chest with joy.

My head feels like it's melting with happiness when you kiss me.

Uh...

The Saint murmured softly, "It's too early... We need to have a healthy relationship for at least a year, no, half a year..."

Although Joan of Arc liked Rhodes, one thing was another. Having been educated in chastity by the church for a long time, it was impossible for her to accept establishing a physical relationship with a man so quickly.

Normally, this should be something that can only be done after marriage, but because it's Rhode, he was given a six-month dating period...

It's really hard to say such embarrassing words.

Rhodes had expected Joan of Arc's reaction. He nodded, said "I understand" but slowly lowered his head and kissed her long, beautiful white neck.

"... Ouch, it's so itchy... What are you doing, Rod?"

Although she complained, the saint squinted her eyes comfortably and her hands unconsciously stroked Rhodes' hair.

The hot breath from the young man's nose hit Jeanne's skin. She felt Rhodes' weight, breath... and the man's eagerness.

"I'm sorry, Joan is so beautiful, I just couldn't help it."

Joan of Arc stared at him with eyes wide open.

Only then did she realize that Rhodes was shirtless, revealing his slender and strong body.

Joan of Arc seemed to hear her own heartbeat and gently pushed his chest away with her hands.

"Rod, calm down..."

"You are the one who should be calm."

Rhode looked up and looked at her, "Leave it all to me from now on, okay?"

"Woo..."

Joan of Arc pursed her lips, lowered her head and said nothing.

Rather than resistance or shyness, there was probably more fear in the saint's eyes.

Then, she whispered the reason why she had been resisting: "This is Leticia's body."

"……what."

I had forgotten all about this.

Rhodes said nothing more and got up from the saint.

To be honest, he was a bit reckless just now. This kind of persistent approach of pestering girls and "not being able to get in" is not in line with his usual style.

"I'm sorry, Jeanne. I did lose my composure a little."

"No, no, no! That's not the case. It's my fault!"

Joan of Arc also sat up, lowered her beautiful eyes, and placed her hand on the back of Rhodes' hand as a gesture of friendship.

"…I'm sorry, Rod. Even though you've mustered up the courage, I'm still as timid as before."

"Well, it's okay."

As he said this, Rhode put his arm around Jeanne's waist and let her rest her head on his shoulder.

"Just stay here for a while?"

Time inside the Holy Grail is almost at a standstill, so it probably won't matter if I stay a little longer.

Jeanne rested her head on Rhodes's, nodded meekly, and whispered, "Hehe...I actually thought so too."

"it is good."

"that……"

"What's wrong?"

"think……"

Joan of Arc looked embarrassed and stammered, "I still want to kiss..."

Rhode was stunned for a moment, and she immediately shook her head fiercely: "Yes, I'm sorry! Forget what I said just now. I clearly rejected your request, but now you are still shamelessly thinking about satisfying yourself!

Hmm... I don't know why I always become willful in front of Rhode, next time I will definitely... Hmm! ? "

Rhodes blocked the Saint's cherry-colored lips as she continued to talk.

"Woo..."

Jeanne d'Arc closed her eyes tightly, and her elegant breathing became disordered and rough.

Although she was shy and awkward, she still tried her best to cater to Rhode, and even accepted his unbridled hands.

Time passed in the passionate kiss.

The wall of the sky with the reverse moon was also slowly rotating above the two of them.

……

……

……

After expressing their feelings to each other with a French kiss, Rod lay on Joan of Arc's plump and soft thighs, enjoying the brief world of two people before returning to the present world.

At this moment, Rhodes suddenly felt a hand climbing up the young man's chest.

The development was completely opposite to what happened ten minutes ago. He opened his eyes and looked at Jeanne in confusion.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Zhen?"

"Good evening, Mr. Caster. It's me."

Substitution.

Jeanne returned to her body, and now the person controlling this body is Leticia.

"Oh, oh... Good evening, Leticia."

Rhode felt a little embarrassed. After all, when he kissed Jeanne just now, he used her body...

"Fufu, I saw everything clearly about Caster and the Saint being intimate just now," said Leticia with a smile.

"Oops... sorry to have embarrassed you." Rhodes scratched his cheek embarrassedly.

"It's okay, it's okay. I actually feel it on the inside as well."

Rhode was stunned: "Huh? Is that so? Doesn't that mean..."

"Mr. Caster's kissing skills are really superb. On the other hand, the Saint is too clumsy."

Leticia commented with a smile.

At this moment, her slender fingers suddenly began to caress Rhodes' upper body restlessly.

Rhodes' body suddenly stiffened after reading some passion in the French girl's eyes, but he heard her say.

"You're really strong, Mr. Caster. Did you use this body to overpower me and the Saint just now?"

"Wait, Leticia?"

Leticia bent down slightly and leaned close to Rhode's ear: "Mr. Caster... Since the Saint Lady is unwilling to do this, let's continue, right?"

"Wait!"

The blonde girl suddenly shouted, "What are you thinking about, Leticia! Don't let Rhodes get in trouble!"

It seems that the person who said this is Joan of Arc.

"Rod, don't listen to Leticia's nonsense"

In the middle of her words, Jeanne stopped talking as if she was switching channels.

Leticia said, "I think the one who troubled Caster was the Saint, right? The atmosphere was so good just now, but you did something so disappointing."

Jeanne said, "What... stop talking nonsense!"

Thus, the same rare scene appeared in front of Rhode, where the person was arguing with himself like a schizophrenic.

Leticia suddenly pouted her lips: "Humph, I'm going to take back control of my body. Lady Saint, just bite your handkerchief in there while watching me and Mr. Caster being intimate!"

“Eh? Leticia? Are you kidding? You can’t, you can’t do this.”

It was completely quiet.

The tranquil saint disappeared.

Leticia turned to Rhodes again: "Mr. Caster, I have locked up the guy who is in the way."

"Is Jeanne okay?"

"It's okay. The Saint is inside me. She will always be watching us silently."

As she spoke, Leticia moved closer to Rhode, pressing her plump upper body, which was not in line with her age, against his chest and wrapping her slender arms around his waist.

Infused with the girl's subtle fragrance, Rhodes' thoughts gradually became confused.

He whispered, "Well... since this is Leticia's body, it's really not Jeanne's turn to make the decision. But do you think this is okay?"

There was something hidden in Rhodes' words.

"Of course, that's my hope."

Leticia's beautiful eyes flickered, and she said quietly, "When you were talking to Jeanne, I was also listening.

I know you are not from this world…I know you will be gone from this world soon.

But I can’t leave with you like the Saint Lady…”

Rhodes said: "Well. At that time, I promised you that I would make you and Jeanne happy together.

But I'm afraid I can't do that... Sorry."

Leticia smiled with a melancholy expression: "It can't be helped. I have my parents and family too. Even if Lord Caster forcibly abducts me, I will not object.

It’s such a pity that my first and last love affair in my life ended in this way…”

Leticia's wish is to become a nun like Alma, so it is impossible for her to get married or date a man in the future.

She said softly with a girl's shyness, "So at least at the end, Lord Caster, leave me some happy memories."

Rhode touched Leticia's wet lips and said, "...It might be a slightly painful memory."

"Hehe...I will remember this for the rest of my life."

After saying this, the girl slowly untied the belt of her saint's dress.

Leticia planned to tell Rhodes in a frank manner: she was no longer the saint girl who saved her country, but an ordinary French girl who had a crush on him.

"Leticia."

Rhodes hugged the girl's delicate body, carefully placed her on the pure white holy flag, and looked at her carefully.

If you look closely, you can still see the difference in temperament between her and Joan of Arc.

Although she does not possess the sacred and majestic aura of the Saint Lady, she has retained more of the innocence and youthfulness of a girl.

Rhodes thought that this must have been the case before Joan of Arc joined the army.

He pinched his pointed chin and lowered his head to kiss her plump red lips.

Leticia's cheeks were flushed, her eyes widened, and tears of happiness flowed from the corners of her eyes.

When Rhodes looked up again, the girl showed an unsatisfied expression and opened her arms wide to him.

"Mr. Caster, I like you."

""

Rhodes nodded silently, bent down and hugged Leticia tightly.

"……wait!!!"