Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: The Second Moon #4
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If I had my way, I wanted to thrust my hips right then and there to chase that building sense of release.
The desire to feel these pleasurable inner walls from the tip of my cock all the way to the base, then flood her deepest parts with hot spurts, overwhelmed me from the nape of my neck to the back of my skull.
If this had been solo masturbation, I would've done it without a second thought.
But Luna, nestled in my arms, was far more slender and soft than I'd imagined. I got scared that even a little too much force might shatter her.
So I tried to move as slowly and gently as possible, never too stimulating.
Good lord, trying not to stimulate your partner during an act meant to share pleasure—somewhere in there was a contradiction. Still, just holding Luna like this felt good enough.
"Hnngh, ugh.... It f-feels so weird...."
Every time my hips moved, Luna let out breaths she couldn't hold back, like she just couldn't contain her voice.
Her hands wrapped around my back, nails digging in and raking across my skin. Come morning, my back would probably be covered in red scratch marks.
"Urk."
Not only that—Luna straight-up sank her teeth into the nape of my neck. Who knew she'd be this sensitive?
I moved with deliberate slowness, ready to stop the instant she asked, sliding my cock deep inside and pulling it back out.
Splash. Splash, splash.
"Hahng, uhn, ugh...!"
With each repetition, the moans from Luna's mouth—while she bit my shoulder—grew louder.
With my eyes are blindfolded, I couldn't tell what expression she was making or if those sounds came from pain or pleasure. It left me a bit wanting.
Squish, squelch, squelch, slosh. Thrust.
"Ugh, haa, uunh, haang, hnn, hngh...."
I stayed tense, unsure when she might tell me to stop. But surprisingly, Luna showed incredible endurance, neither stopping me nor urging me on.
Still, I could vaguely sense how her whole body tensed rigidly—that once this was over, she'd be utterly exhausted.
Squeeze.
The tension flowing into her abdomen and lower body.
The walls gripping my cock started clenching harder, forcing me to put real effort into each thrust.
Squelch, squelch, splat, squelch, squelch.
"Haang, haat, aa, ang, ang...!"
"Luna, tell me if it's too much."
"Hnng, ah, haang, hngh, uhn, haang, haa...."
Was she too out of it to respond? Or was she nobly holding back for my sake? Hard to say.
Deciding to wrap this up quickly—for her sake too—I picked up the pace of my hips.
"Hn, haang, ang, ah, ah, aaa!"
Her screams and moans burst out in short bursts, tickling my ears.
"Uunh, ah, aaang, aat!"
Was I going too hard? Worry flickered, but now that I was ramped up, slowing down felt disappointing.
Hoping Luna's level 15 body was tougher than I thought, I flipped her onto her back.
"Even if you beg me to stop now, I won't."
"Uhn!?"
I plunged my cock into the hole of Luna, now prone on the floor. She lowered her hips but arched her ass high.
"Haaah, uh...!"
Before she could adjust from that big shudder, I kept slamming my rigid cock between those cheeks.
"Ang, uunh, haa...! Y-You're too fast.... I-I'm gonna dieee...."
Her cry of "gonna die" made me freeze in shock. Too much?
"Y-You okay...?"
"Huu, huuu...."
I asked into the air, but she only panted roughly, no real reply. The blindfold made moments like this inconvenient.
So, without her noticing, I loosened just the knot over my left eye. Now I could make out her back and pink hair.
Luna, ass up like a cat in heat.
Face, shoulders, and arms pressed to the floor, she looked totally lost. Probably low stamina.
Splat. Squelch.
Thrusting back into her ass-made hole, her back stiffened and head arched back, all plain to see.
"Hnaa...!"
Splash, splash, squelch, squelch.
"Hic, heek, hee, aaang, aaang, ang, ang, aat, ang...!"
Her raw reactions were pure joy. If only I could keep savoring this.
As the stimulation intensified, tension filled her body, the grip on my cock tightening beyond words.
Once that signal hit, the urge to cum surged like it was sprinting toward me.
Torn between blowing it all inside now and savoring this magic a bit longer, I gritted my teeth.
Grip.
To hold back, I grabbed her plump cheeks and squeezed hard.
"Aaang...!"
Roughly handling her ass must've hit her deep—Luna bucked her hips and shuddered violently.
Squelch, squelch, squish.
My cock felt resistance it couldn't breach any deeper.
My sensitive glans, rubbed by those walls, sent climax lightning from my toes to tailbone to tip and root.
"Uuugh...!"
I'd always thought men moaning was dumb.
But cumming inside that soft, wet, vice-like grip—you just couldn't stay quiet.
"W-What's this, Hassan, it feels, so, weird, huaa, aaang, ang...!"
Her scream made Luna tremble harder, collapsing fully onto the floor.
Spurt, spurt. Spurt.
I unleashed rope after rope into that warm depth, a long, thick climax like emptying everything I'd built up.
"Huu, uh, w-what.... S-Something's coming, aa, aaaang...!"
She must've felt it vividly inside her—Luna hit a massive peak, crying out unbelievably loud.
Squelch.
Finishing that round, I pulled out from between her legs.
Her once-tight, perfect hole now gaped just wide enough for my girth, winking open—stunningly pretty.
Of course, since she thought I was still blindfolded, she hadn't "seen" this.
* * *
Luna, limp before, perked up a bit after my quick massage.
With the message about her mild cramps and chest tenderness resolving, she could move around more.
"Huu, better now."
"Good. Lie on your stomach. I'll rub your back."
Unfamiliar position, unfamiliar experience—tomorrow she'd probably ache with muscle pain.
So I massaged her arms, legs, armpits, forearms to neck—palms stroking, fingers kneading every inch.
"Hngh, tickles."
Only after a good while did she finally smile again. Now I could relax.
"Time to sleep?"
"No, we gotta wash!"
I figured we could just crash, but Luna insisted on cleaning up before bed.
So, under the night sky with two moons high, we wiped each other down with wet cloths. This had its own appeal.
Her curves and softness nearly got me hard again—dying to suppress it.
Once the makeshift shower ended, Luna huddled her knees, shivering like she desperately needed to pee.
"Uu, ah, something's flowing inside.... Hurts too...."
"Your period?"
"N-No, not that!"
"Then what?"
"D-Don't know!"
Snap.
She whipped my torso with the wet cloth like a lash—stung more than expected.
"Hassan, tomorrow let's bathe at the bathhouse before eating."
Even after wiping down, she wasn't satisfied. I liked cleanliness too, so I nodded.
Thus, we lay on the bare floor like nothing happened. Body sore, hard wood felt lacking.
"Another blanket would've been nice."
"Yeah. Totally."
....
Short silence after her reply.
Hard to believe we'd just been intimate—we acted so stiff and distant.
Like an unspoken rule: don't talk about what happened.
Trying to act normal made it awkwardly hole-punched after one day.
Would morning ease this awkwardness?
Exhausted from everything, sharing the blanket's warmth lulled me to sleep.
Big silent yawn, eyes closed.
"Hassan. Asleep...?"
Luna spoke up, not sleepy yet.
"Nah, not yet. What's up?"
"That talk earlier. About you becoming great."
"Oh, that? Yeah?"
"Thinking about it... you don't have to. I like this little house. Sharing a blanket like this."
"Yeah?"
Her words made the hard floor feel more vivid.
Cramped room.
Ear to the slums' brawls, cats or rats squeaking disruptively—this tiny shack.
So small her chatter reached everywhere, secret base or not.
I'd love spending every day here with her.
Of course, I knew normal life, normal happiness was tough. Gotta try harder—right as I thought that.
"But Hassan, you'll definitely leave someday. Somewhere high I can't imagine. Or deep underground."
Her uneasy voice snapped me from thought.
"Me, leave far away?"
"Yeah. If you vanish like that, I'd struggle to find where you went."
"Where would I even go? That voodoo insight you mention daily? Your special intuition?"
"Mm, no."
She shook her head.
"It's just a woman's intuition."
Whooo.
Dawn breeze cooled the shack—first-floor window cracked for the absent dog.
That quiet blanketed us like a quilt. I broke it.
"Luna, your intuition's off too. Night's deep, worries grow. Sleep."
"Really?"
Rustle, rustle.
As I closed my eyes for sleep, she grabbed my arm again. Hunger not sated? Post-sex munchies maybe.
I'd endure a bite—but she just sniffed obediently, no nip.
"What're you doing."
"If I memorize your scent... I can find you anywhere."
"What are you, a wolf?"
"...."
She said no more. Soon, steady snores—she was out.
I'd been dead tired moments ago. But her last words nagged, swapping sleep for thoughts.
Me, far away? Separation anxiety?
If I went where she couldn't reach: afterlife after death, or my home in another universe.
My home—doorlock code long forgotten.
Home.
I recalled falling into this weird world via manhole, no goodbyes to parents, sister, friends—just abducted. Shit, still pissed.
Similarly...
If I suddenly fell through some hole back home, no warning.
No goodbye to Luna, separated forever.
Would she wander searching for vanished me?
Hard to picture crowds cheering me.
But her frantically searching faces? Vivid as memory.
It felt profoundly sad—chest tightened. Home I'd longed for.
Weirdly, now this rundown shack beat AC and cola fridge.
I'd thought I had nothing to lose but life, drifting day by day. Now losses mounting, anxiety creeps. Damn.
What is this world?
Why am I here?
Once chalked to bad luck, but snags everywhere.
Like that long-eared cult woman before falling here.
Telling me to believe in primordial chaos—what was she?
Pondering alone yields no answers.
Tomorrow, hit the library.
[Author's Note]
Ding-. With Hassan resolving to study, worldbuilding notes will unlock soon...!!!
Expect occasional lore on surrounding world, gods' dynamics, character backstories in the settings tab..!!
These settings won't majorly impact the story—just side trivia, so skip if annoying..!!!