Chapter 139
Chapter 139
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 139
Chapter Title: Sun, Moon, and Sword #4
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Brrr.
I brought my deliberately trembling fingers to Hippolyte's thigh.
“Ugh, ah, haa—!”
Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, Hippolyte let out a loud cry. I raised my other hand to cover her mouth.
“…It’s night, so you have to be quiet.”
“Mmgh, grr, mmph….”
Hippolyte twisted her body wildly, as if she had no idea how to handle the vibration teasing her thigh.
“Huu, haaaah….”
I could feel her hot, moist breath against the hand covering her mouth.
Slowly—so slowly it was almost frustratingly deliberate—I slid the palm that had been rubbing her right thigh toward even more intimate territory.
What would happen next?
My heart pounded wildly, my mind flooded with excitement, and I was acting without a single coherent thought. Even so, I wondered if she’d refuse once I reached the sensitive inner thigh.
“Ugh, mm, hu….”
Whether because her mouth was covered or because she didn’t even have the presence of mind to refuse, Hippolyte didn’t resist as my hand ventured toward her most private area.
Sliide.
And so, my faintly vibrating fingers reached the plump mound between her thighs.
Her thin pants were already soaked and sticky. Even through the fabric, the pronounced shape of her body felt so alien and thrilling.
Sliide, sliiiide.
“Ugh, mm….”
I kept rubbing between her thighs over her clothes. No one had ever taught me how, but I just stroked gently from top to bottom.
“Khngh, mmgh, hngh.”
Was she trying to stifle her voice?
Or maybe my hand over her mouth was making it hard to breathe—Hippolyte was gasping awkwardly.
Feeling a twinge of guilt, I removed my hand from her mouth.
“You have to be quiet.”
“You devil. Is that a threat…? If I scream, you’ll do something even worse…?”
“…Fuck, interpret it however you want.”
Hippolyte was completely lost in the role she’d cast herself in.
I’d heard that elite athletes could make image training feel as real as the real thing. Maybe Hippolyte had just gotten swallowed up by her own imagination.
What a hilarious situation.
She seemed utterly convinced that I was some barbarian pinning her down, and that she was the pitiful, delicate female warrior being ravaged.
She’d groped a sleeping man, woken me up, and plunged me into this mess—then tried to slip away using some defense mechanism. As if I’d let that slide.
Even if I was a good Samaritan, I couldn’t just take it lying down.
Squelch, squelch.
My fingers pried apart the gaps in the flesh beneath her thin, wet lower garments.
Her labia were quite plump. Maybe it was the clothes, but they resisted being spread, draining my fingers’ strength.
“Huu, mm…. Ahng…. Ugh, haa, ri-right there so intensely…. Y-you really do plan to ravage me….”
She was actually following my order to stay quiet, speaking softly.
But with my head swimming from arousal, anger, and the thrill of wrongdoing, blood rushing to my brain, her words barely registered.
I was lost in my own world, too.
So I couldn’t hold back the whispers of my rock-hard erection any longer.
I placed a hand on her waist and moved to strip off the men’s shorts draped over her thigh. Massages felt better on bare skin anyway.
“U, ugh, ah, no….”
But now Hippolyte was resisting, clenching her thighs tight and fighting to keep her clothes on.
Her current strength stat was probably around 1. Mine was 9.
It was like the difference between a child and an adult man. In the end, I didn’t just pull her shorts off her thighs—I ripped them clean away.
Flinch—.
Hippolyte’s body trembled violently.
“…You tore Emperor Jamanue’s silk…? Impossible. It doesn’t even scratch from most attacks. Th-that….”
She seemed shocked by the strength I’d used to rip her clothes. But that wasn’t what mattered to me right now.
I shoved the torn fabric aside and grabbed both her ankles, yanking her legs wide apart.
Spread.
Her tightly clenched pussy now gaped slightly open, visible even in the darkness.
Maybe from her own masturbation or the teasing vibrations from my hand, sticky fluids trailed down between her cheeks, soaking her like she’d been drenched.
“Why are you so wet…?”
I asked, knowing full well the answer, mustering my courage. Asking such a wicked question on purpose! It felt like bullying her, and my heart was about to burst.
Was this the feeling Kanfried got every time he tormented me?
“Grgh…. S-stop, stop spreading me…. I-I’ll kill you…. I really will…!”
Whether it was all an act or genuine embarrassment now, Hippolyte desperately tried to close her legs.
But with my hands gripping her ankles, her pussy was left fully exposed to the world.
This was consideration I’d never show Luna. But Hippolyte didn’t deserve any.
“You’re not a kid anymore, but not a single hair down here.”
“Grgh, th-that’s….”
“No one would guess a Gold Tier adventurer has such a childish little pussy.”
“Pu-pu…what!? H-how dare you say something so lewd. L-let go! Let me go…!”
At this point, I couldn’t tell if Hippolyte was acting or not. I gripped her ankles even tighter as she thrashed to escape.
“How did this guy get so strong…? He’s like a different person from last time…! Y-your Karma’s not even 10…!?”
She seemed shocked and scared by my strength, which she couldn’t shake off. Come to think of it, I hadn’t updated my level at the guild yet—officially, I was still level 7.
She had no way of knowing I’d leveled up to 19. That sparked a bit of mischief in this bizarre situation.
“…It’s Samaritan sorcery. Grants transcendent power—but only when ravaging women.”
“S-something that ridiculous….”
It wasn’t exactly a lie: men overpowering women could exert three times their normal strength.
“Ugh….”
Hippolyte scowled in frustration at being unable to resist with her pussy on full display.
“Pe-pervert…!”
I’d tried not to notice with Luna around.
But Hippolyte was stunningly beautiful. Her fierce glare sent chills down my spine, stirring up old traumas.
A beauty’s sharp gaze! Just like Elfriede’s stare.
The difference? Elfriede always looked down on me. Tonight, I was the one looking down—on Hassan, overlooking a Gold Tier adventurer, one of this world’s elite.
That fact thrilled me beyond measure.
“…Al-right, then. I’m going to touch you. Close your legs or scream, and I’ll bite. Your important parts.”
“…Bite me?”
“If nasty rumors spread about a Gold Tier adventurer, it’d ruin your marriage prospects, wouldn’t it, Hippolyte?”
God, I was threatening someone. It was my first time, and my vision spun, heart racing so hard I could barely breathe.
Would such a clumsy threat even work?
I was on edge.
“S-such a threat….”
Surprisingly, it landed perfectly. A rush of accomplishment washed over me. Shit, getting achievements from this? Was I villain material?
Sliide.
After releasing her ankles, I slowly brought my fingers between her legs. Even through the thin fabric, it had felt soft and yielding.
Bare skin was on another level.
Squelch, squish.
“Uuuugh…. Huuuuah….”
Smooth, squishy, with a lewd undertone. My limited vocabulary couldn’t capture the complex sensations.
I clenched and unclenched my fist to make my palm vibrate harder, then spread Hippolyte’s labia with both thumbs.
Splaay.
I’d assumed a woman with masturbation experience like her would show some wear, but surprisingly, there was none.
Her small labia minora framed a donut-shaped hymen that looked thick and intact.
“You’ve guarded your virginity well. Though it looks like a barbarian’s about to take it.”
“Ugh, u….”
Deeply embarrassed and humiliated, Hippolyte covered her face with her palms.
“Don’t cover your face. Like this—hold your pussy open.”
Since we’d come this far, I decided to get revenge on Hippolyte with the most humiliating, lewd course I couldn’t ask of Luna.
I pried her hands from her face and forced her to spread her soaked pink labia wide.
A woman flushed with shame, legs splayed before me. What man wouldn’t get excited by that?
And damn, I was a man.
Throb. Throb.
My cock was beyond ready—it hurt.
But instead of shoving it in, I opted to torment that pristine, potentially virgin pussy with my fingers.
Sliide, sliide.
First, I gently teased her clitoris with my thumb. Her hips jerked sharply.
“Ahng… haaah…!”
Pretty sensitive, it seemed.
Women as active as Hippolyte naturally had stronger libidos. That explained stripping a sleeping man’s pants and masturbating to it.
The more I thought, the angrier I got. If Luna caught us, would she take responsibility for my life? Hell no.
High adventurers like Elfriede lived self-indulgently, treating people like tools.
If Elfriede had enslaved me, Hippolyte clearly saw me not as a man but as an object—like a desk corner sticking out.
Even if I ended up sobbing over losing Luna because of her, she wouldn’t bat an eye. A woman who haggled over 3 silvers wouldn’t compensate me either.
That realization fueled my rage.
And anger makes people say and do things they never would.
Words bypassed the brain entirely.
“Such a pretty pussy, Lady Hippolyte.”
“Pre-pretty…!? Trying to sweet-talk me now…. Ngghk, mm…!”
“Doesn’t look like you enjoy masturbating.”
“…I-I don’t enjoy it. Now you’re framing me too—aaah—!”
Hippolyte tried to retort.
But as I circled her smooth clit with my thumb, she couldn’t finish, her ass and thighs quivering violently.
“I told you to hold it open properly.”
From the stimulation, she lost strength in her spreading fingers—despite my orders.
Disobedient slaves need punishment.
I knew that better than anyone, having been whipped countless times for it.
“…You’ve been bad, so you get punished.”
No whip in sight, though. So like a mother disciplining a child, I raised my palm and lightly smacked her pussy.
It was more of a tap than a real slap, really.
“Ahhaaa—!”
Hippolyte’s sharp cry was loud enough to make my heart drop.
Panicking, I clapped a hand over her mouth and checked for sounds from upstairs.
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