Chapter 134
Chapter 134
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 134
Chapter Title: Hassan The Returnee
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Rustle, rustle.
Luna's slender fingers stroked my lower abdomen before slipping inside my pants. Then they began teasing my fully erect member.
"Hassan, it's so hard...."
Her words left me flustered and deeply embarrassed, unable to think of what to say.
A simple "Yeah-" felt too awkward, and asking something stupid like "What do you think of my dick?" would be even worse.
What should I say? What's even happening right now?
Questions swirled in my mind, chasing each other's tails in a dizzying dance. Just as I was starting to get used to my pounding heart—
Slide.
Luna's hand finally wrapped around the shaft of my member, gripping it firmly. Was this the first time she'd taken the initiative like this?
I'd expected something like this might happen living with such a cute girl.
But now that she was actually making it happen, I felt so embarrassed and scattered that I had no idea what to do.
"Hassan, is this how you do it...?"
Her hot breath brushed my shoulder. Soon, the hand clutching my member began sliding up and down.
I'd jerked off alone countless times, but someone else touching it was an utterly foreign sensation. My dick stiffened to its absolute limit.
"Luna, you... you don't have to go this far."
Embarrassment, shame, a strange sense of defeat, and unease at her taking the high ground all tangled together inside me.
It wasn't that it felt bad, but I had no clue how to handle a moment like this.
Should I just enjoy it? If so, how? Moan for her? Ugh, no, that seems wrong.
"Hassan, how is it...? Does it feel good...?"
Even amid all this, Luna asked for my input. Her eyes sparkled in the pitch darkness as she gazed at my face.
"Y-yeah, kinda."
Stroke, stroke.
Emboldened by my response, her hand picked up speed. Was it my mounting panic?
The building urge to cum that should've been rising steadily showed no sign of it. At this rate, her slim arm might give out first.
So, with a whatever, here goes mentality, I slowly moved my left hand. It landed on the soft breast touching my right arm.
"Mmm...."
I'd worried she'd refuse with a "Don't touch me-" or something similar. But surprisingly, Luna willingly offered her chest to me.
The fact that this girl allowed only me to fondle her breasts freely excited me more than the hand stroking my dick.
I kept groping Luna's breasts. Through her thin fabric clothes, I gently teased her prominently erect nipple with my fingers. She jolted with a twitch.
"Ah, nooo. Today I'm the one doing it for you."
She even playfully scolded me like that. How did Luna end up with such a generous heart?
I'd comforted her earlier, so maybe she thought I'd suffered in the war and was literally trying to console me.
War is great.
I wished there could be wars every single day.
Pacifist Hassan crumbled in less than a day.
Squish, squish-.
I enjoyed the sensation of my dick being stroked while fondling Luna's breasts.
Lying on fluffy bedding, groping something soft while getting jerked off instead. Is this paradise?
I even had a foolish thought: Maybe I died on the battlefield, arrived in heaven, and this is a dream.
So, since things had come to this, maybe I could get a bit more aggressive.
"...L-Luna, I've got a request."
"A request...?"
"Uh, with your mouth...."
"...My mouth?"
A few weeks ago, I'd briefly had Luna give me a blowjob.
She'd been terribly clumsy with no experience, and it'd lasted only a moment.
But it'd felt incredibly good—enough to engrain in my mind that blowjobs are amazing.
"Y-your mouth...."
Whoosh.
Luna rose from her spot.
She seemed hesitant, but she knelt between my thighs and brought her mouth close to my dick. I'd feared rejection, but relief washed over me.
Yet, instead of taking it in or licking right away, she sniffed it like always, wrinkling her nose.
"It doesn't... smell much."
"I just washed, so yeah."
"No smell.... No hometown scent...."
I'd thought no smell was good. But Luna looked surprisingly downcast. Come to think of it, she'd said my dick smelled like her homeland.
Maybe she'd been unknowingly easing her homesickness through it.
I worried the lack of scent might disappoint her into backing out.
Slide.
But Luna parted her lips slightly and slowly took my dick into her mouth from the tip. Her mouth felt moist, warm, soft, with just the right pressure.
My dick was steadily sucked deeper into that smoothness.
Slurp. Slurp.
There was no other way to describe it—it was being sucked in. Luna, with my lower half lying there, held it in her mouth and slowly moved her head and jaw.
Slurp, slurp.
Each shake of her pink hair meant my dick was enveloped and stroked by softness, sending tingles up my tailbone and involuntarily lifting my hips.
Unlike last time with her teeth grazing or awkward movements, today's Luna seemed to know how to please a man, showing some skill.
"Haa, slurp, mmph, slurrrp-."
Maybe because of that, the urge to cum built faster than expected. Just as I thought I might blow in her mouth and tried to speak—
Spurt, spurt-.
It'd built up so long and the stimulation was intense; before I could react, I unloaded heavily into her mouth.
"Mmph."
Luna trembled in surprise. As she pulled off my dick—
"Blughhh-."
A string of my sticky semen stretched from her mouth into her small palm.
"Hassan, so much came out. Did my mouth feel good...?"
I'd been in ecstasy moments ago, floating on air.
But realizing I'd cum in her mouth without permission—
And seeing her stare at it in her palm—embarrassment hit, making me want to burrow into the bedding.
Had I always cum this fast? Was I just tired?
"...The taste was so different from what I expected, I spat it out in shock. I thought it'd taste like nightbloom...."
"R-really? Sorry, it just came suddenly...."
"But it's got decent mana too. This could substitute for nightbloom in a potion—"
"No. Absolutely not."
"Hmm...."
Desperate to stop her terrifying idea, I shook my head furiously. Luna stared down at her palm.
Then, with a swipe—
She stood up.
"I'll rinse my hands and mouth."
She headed downstairs.
Splash, splash.
In porn or hentai, women often swallow cum. Guess that's just fiction.
I couldn't help feeling a slight regret.
But more than that, the bizarre embarrassment of being unilaterally milked by Luna made my face burn.
It felt like our relationship had flipped—I'd become subservient to her.
I'd thought she relied on me, but now the dynamic felt reversed.
A few minutes later, Luna returned, fresh with her usual minty scent. She lay delicately beside me.
She even spread my arm out and wriggled into it, nuzzling.
"Hassan, I love you-."
Those words instantly blew away my lingering embarrassment and weird power dynamic worries.
Luna probably never cared about relationship tug-of-war. She's such a pure, innocent girl.
I could see why Nox or her brother Moros fawned over her.
Normally, I'd be too shy, but maybe the war had toughened my inner self a bit—I mustered some courage.
"...I-I love you too."
Rustle, snore.
Whether she heard or not, Luna was already fast asleep. So I hugged her soft body close like a body pillow and drifted off.
* * *
The next day.
Word came that all remnants of the heretics near Sodomora had been wiped out.
The grueling battle with the heretics, lasting over a month, was finally over.
The main force that captured Valdez stronghold returned, and Sodomora erupted in a massive festival—noise and cheers everywhere.
I wandered the market with Luna, stopping at a clothing store.
The clothing shop blessed by Minerva.
The same fabric shop where I'd once had Crocodile leather clothes made.
Ding-.
The wind chimes rang as we entered, filling the air with that familiar jasmine-or-lavender floral scent tickling my nose.
Smells hold more memories than you'd think. Vague recollections from my last visit resurfaced.
I remembered the shop owner with her mysterious vibe.
She wasn't around today, though.
"Hassan, what about this?"
Luna held up a coat with a long, swallow-tail hem—like something nobles on the street might wear.
"Isn't the color too dark? Black, really."
"Hassan, you're mostly black yourself, so it'd suit you."
It felt like racial discrimination from Luna, but no malice, so I let it slide.
Anyway, Luna and I were picking out clothes that suited each other.
Why clothes now? My Crocodile leather outfit was badly torn and worn.
Plus, a note arrived that morning from Sodomora's council or whatever.
『You are invited to a party discussing postwar matters and merits.』
There was more formal stuff below—Minerva's blessing led to victory with minimal losses, this win would be recorded for generations, etc. Nothing to care about.
The key point: I'd been invited to a banquet at a count's family, one with major influence in Sodomora's council.
I could bring one guest, so naturally, Luna and I would attend. I was tense and excited.
"Hassan, you beheaded a giant! Maybe they'll give gold coins!"
Having heard my war stories, Luna trembled with anticipation for rewards from the count's family.
Of course, besides the giant, I'd blown 200 karma to summon the God of Light.
But people spread it as divine whim or miracle—not my doing.
Makes sense; only I knew I could do it. Luna vaguely did, but she wasn't there.
Bragging would've gotten me dissected by heretic mad scientists.
Or captured by spellcasters like witch Nemea, brains split open. Better stay quiet.
"Who charges 30 silver for one outfit.... Hope I don't have to go."
Anyway, evening came.
A vast mansion in Sodomora's east gate district.
Under the rising moonlight, Luna and I asked around and finally found the count's estate.
Up close, even at night, it blazed with lights and noisy crowds—obviously the venue.
"Hassan, I'm so nervous. Tons of nobles, right? Does this suit me? I splurged on a 20-silver dress."
Luna fidgeted in her pink off-shoulder dress matching her hair. I was nervous too.
"You look great, Luna. How about me? Ended up black after all."
"You look like a successful bandit! One with lots of underlings!"
"Th-that's something. Anyway, nervous."
This world's nobles were like congressmen, generals, top officials. Facing them made it hard to focus.
Somehow, my stomach churned more than fighting undead on the battlefield.
"Halt."
As we approached the grand garden gate, soldiers in brass-plated armor with long spears blocked us. Guards?
"Who goes there? No entry without an invitation."
I felt their continental blue eyes scanning us from under the faceguards. Dedicated pros. Good pay, probably.
But I couldn't get turned away, so I showed the invitation from my pocket. The guard took it and exclaimed, "Oh-."
"You're that Samarian! Heard you did unbelievable things on the battlefield!"
"...Hassan, strong!"
Luna, trembling behind me from fear of the guards, answered for me.
Not just witches—blatant praise stunned me too. I got super awkward.
As I hemmed and hawed, the crossed spears uncrossed, opening the gate.
"Go on in. First time letting a barbarian from foreign lands through in my career."
"Don't cause trouble inside!"
We entered the noble garden amid their weird send-off. It rivaled Venus Temple's—vibrant flowers, decorations, fountains, bizarrely shaped trees everywhere.
"Hassan, look! Emperor butterflies!"
Luna pointed to a corner. Wondering what that was, I turned—massive butterflies bigger than my palm sucked nectar from flowers.
Damn, Tinkerbell?
"B-butterfly wings, manure...."
Unlike me quaking at the instinctive fear of giant bugs, Luna eyed them purely as ingredients.
But grabbing noble garden butterflies? We'd get chased out—or sued.
"Luna, don't touch anything. We couldn't afford it even selling everything."
"Grrr-."
As Luna grumbled in disappointment—
"You came without running, Samarian. And that's... Noxdoty, right?"
A confident voice rang from behind, as always. Hippolyte, in rigid armor clashing with the party, was here.
"Hippolyte! What're you doing here!"
"...I got invited too. Noxdoty looks the same as ever. Anyway, Samarian, heard about your feats. My special training paid off, huh?"
"W-well, yeah...."
Did that brutal training even work? Atmosphere said to agree, so I did. Satisfied, she grinned.
"See? Better than half-assed blessings—real combat. Survived the field, dressed sharp... you look decent. No issues, we can share a table later—"
As Hippolyte spoke—
Someone approached us smoothly.
"Ahem, are you Hippolyte Heavensinger? I'm Derr von Mapf from city Calcuta. Second son of Baron Mapf. Even in armor, your elegance is impressive."
Baron Mapf's second son—a noble? Him chatting up Hippolyte? What's up? Luna poked my side.
"Name's 'von.' Pfft."
Von sounded ridiculous to her too. As Luna and I snickered—
Hippolyte addressed the noble's son.
"Sir Mapf, excuse me, but I'm talking with friends."
"Ah, of course. Looking forward to your future exploits. With Calcuta and Sodomora building ties, we'll cross paths often."
He backed away, vanishing to a party corner. Hippolyte sighed, "Phew-."
"Rumors spread fast among nobles. Sitting at tables chattering elegantly all day—figures."
"Rumors? What happened?"
"Seems talk of my marriage prospect spread through the salon."
Marriage—she snorted derisively.
"Marriage?"
Luna's eyes widened, looking up at Hippolyte.
"You're the virgin brigade leader! How can you marry!"
"Oh, you hadn't heard. Today, I'm promoted to Gold Tier. No need to keep the purity vow. Not that there's any man I'd like—"
Hippolyte's eyes narrowed. She scanned around, then met my gaze and added,
"But in a big party like this, who knows? Might find one. Could even be a capable guy close by."