Chapter 141
Chapter 141
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 141
Chapter Title: Sun, Moon, and Sword
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Ding-.
As I held Hippolyte's wrist and checked her pulse, text appeared just like always. But the information contained in the text was a bit more detailed than before.
『Name: Hippolyte Heavensinger Lv. 44 -> 3
Strength: 15 -> 1
Agility: 15 -> 1
Vitality: 14 -> 1
Quirks: Unlucky with Money』Two-faced』Unlucky in Love』
Status: Blood Curse』Moonlight Allergy』Sensitive Skin』Panic Disorder』』
First off, her level, which had been filled with question marks, was fully revealed.
Level 44.
It was a level in such a distant realm that I couldn't even imagine it. How could her base stats be hovering around 15? Was she really the same kind of human as me? No, she was a demigod, a half-god.
Looking at it like this, she really did seem like a demigod.
I had coincidentally gained the ability to level up through some bizarre power.
But to break past level 40 like Hippolyte, how many patients would I have to acupressure, how many moai totems would I have to carve?
Luna's wrists might end up sprained.
In reality, Hippolyte must have leveled up by putting in that kind of effort and crossing the line between life and death. And now, that same woman was bowing naked before me.
I didn't know if I should feel sad about that fact or excited.
Of course, my dick had gotten rock-hard without a care, but my mind was spinning with all sorts of thoughts.
Unlucky with Money? Duplicitous? Unlucky in Love?
They were all quirks I'd never seen before. And among the status entries, there were a few that caught my eye.
In Hippolyte's status section, there had definitely been things that weren't displayed as '???' before.
The new additions were 'Sensitive Skin' and 'Panic Disorder.' One of them was probably the question mark.
And my guess was that Sensitive Skin had been there before, while Panic Disorder was the new abnormal status that had just appeared.
Hippolyte must have been so shocked by the situation that she'd just had a panic attack and started rambling incoherently.
"Th-the Samaritan's hand…."
As I held her pulse and stared at the text for a while like that, Hippolyte, whose wrist I was gripping, whispered softly and rubbed her face against my palm.
It tickled, like a cat or dog nuzzling its fur against its owner's hand.
"Just for today…. I'll keep it a secret from everyone…. I'll cherish it as my own little secret…."
She was begging like this. As a person, shouldn't I grant her request? Plus, she seemed to promise not to go around blabbing about it herself.
If I handled it without getting caught, maybe we could all end up happy.
But if I refused when she was laying everything bare and pleading…?
Oh, shit. I couldn't handle what a panicking Hippolyte might do. She might even lop off my head with some memory erasure spell or whatever.
"Very well, Lady Hippolyte."
"Y-you said… yes…?"
"…Just for tonight."
"…Y-yeah. Good."
"But, not in this place…."
I looked around.
Doing it on this cramped first floor—even for a bastard like me—felt too sinful. And if the noise woke Luna and she witnessed the affair?
I didn't have the confidence to deal with that either.
So I draped the blanket I'd been sleeping on over Hippolyte's body.
"…Let's go outside. As quietly as possible."
* * *
I walked the brightly moonlit back alleys of the night with Hippolyte, wrapped in the blanket. Even in a world without telephone poles or streetlamps, the night streets were fairly bright.
Because both moons hanging in the sky were full tonight. That's what people in this world called a double full moon.
And rumors spread like superstitions that bizarre things tended to happen during double full moons.
So on nights like this, few people wandered the streets, and the world sank into silence.
Come to think of it, the day I met the witch Nemea and the day Luna got dead drunk on booze were both nights when the two moons were full like this.
Those damn full moons really seemed to have some strange magic.
"Wh-where are you taking me…?"
Hippolyte, her body covered by the blanket, asked in a fearful voice. Hippolyte scared? It didn't suit her at all, but it was real. Even this honed, sword-like woman could feel fear.
Well, walking through poorly lit back alleys in a state no different from naked, following a shadowy man—any woman would feel anxious.
To reassure her, who seemed especially jittery, I said,
"I'm looking for a suitable spot."
There were plenty of rundown inns around this slum. But on second thought, if I went into one with Hippolyte dressed like this, all sorts of irreversible rumors might spread.
Inns were a pass.
That left secluded back alleys or those shadowy corners over there.
But this was a hugely important moment for Hippolyte—doing it outdoors felt a bit off.
Outdoors.
It was exciting as hell, but still, no.
So I turned my gaze to the ramshackle sheds scattered around Luna's hut. The area where Luna's hut was located was a street lined with empty warehouses.
It had apparently been used by some merchant caravan long ago, but after they went bust, the land was just sitting idle.
That's why Luna had bought one of the empty warehouses, made her moai totems, renovated it into a workshop, and so on.
Anyway, my point was there were lots of empty warehouses around.
I approached one of the wooden sheds that seemed deserted, peering through the gaps in the wood.
Swoosh.
Cool air wafted from inside—no signs of life, and it looked like it'd been abandoned for ages without use.
Clank clank.
But perhaps to keep vagrants from breaking in and causing havoc, it had a surprisingly sturdy padlock for such a rundown shed.
What to do.
This seemed like the best spot. Tucked away in a corner.
As I felt stumped,
"Hmph, let me try."
Hippolyte gently pushed me aside and grabbed the padlock in her hand.
Then, with a "Hup-," she applied force, and with a clang, the sturdy metal tumbled to the ground with a loud crash.
What the hell? What did she just do?
As I stared in astonishment, Hippolyte shrank back, looking somehow embarrassed.
"…Using aura makes this easy without much effort."
"I see."
I didn't know much about aura, but it seemed like some kind of magic. Damn impressive.
Anyway, we broke into the shed and stepped inside. Straw was scattered on the floor, along with dried grains and torn sacks.
Had it been a grain storage shed?
There were a few cobwebs, but luckily no spiders, rats, or bugs in sight. As I looked around, I spotted a half-burned candle stub and lit it.
Whoosh.
The small flame illuminated the cramped wooden shed. Now I could see it wasn't just any shed—there were things like a millstone, so it must've been used as a mill.
A place for grinding grain, making rice cakes, that sort of thing.
A mill….
For some reason, it felt intensely lewd, and I was so excited my breath caught in my throat.
I wasn't deliberately thinking about it, but wasn't I about to fuck a woman right now? Fuck, meaning sex.
With a healthy beauty like Hippolyte, no less. Honestly, my dick had been erect for so long my lower belly ached. I wanted to release it quick.
"A-are we… doing it here…?"
Where had that earlier rambling gone? After leaving Luna's hut and following me, Hippolyte had strangely calmed down again.
Maybe because she'd cried and yelled so much—her eyes were moist, her face flushed red, making her look even more beautiful than usual.
Well, a half-naked woman under soft lighting—who could be more beautiful?
A rundown, shabby place long abandoned.
A gold-tier female adventurer who received marriage proposals from nobles.
The two utterly mismatched things meeting felt like it transformed my surroundings into something entirely different.
The idea that I could do whatever I wanted with this woman for one night. Honestly, if not for the risks, I'd brag to the world. Though no one would believe it anyway.
Anyway, burning with excitement, I stripped off the blanket wrapped around Hippolyte's body. Then I spread it neatly on the floor and laid her down on it.
"Hnng…."
Hippolyte's body, already heated from everything, was scorching hot—perfect for embracing in this chill drafty shed.
I slowly moved my fingers between her thighs. Sticky love juices stretched out with a slick sound.
"Heeeeng…. It feels, feels so strange…."
Hippolyte's pussy was already soaked beyond soaking.
But her body was rigid with tension and a mix of other emotions.
Foreplay seemed plenty, but it'd still hurt a lot. More foreplay couldn't hurt.
Thinking back now, with Luna's first time, I'd rushed too much, and she'd been in real pain.
Luna wouldn't wake till dawn, so there was time. I figured taking it slow step by step was best.
Swish.
Like the now-naked Hippolyte, I stripped too. Then, like a blanket, I slowly overlaid my body atop hers on the spread-out cover.
She flinched slightly at the contact, but placed her palms on my back without resisting.
"Wh-what should I do…?"
"…I don't really know either. I'll just take the lead for now."
"Samaritan, you don't have much experience either, do you…."
"W-well, yeah. Something like that."
"Hoh, I see. So that's how it is."
Hippolyte seemed oddly pleased that I lacked experience. I'd heard women like experienced men. Did it vary person to person?
Just as Hippolyte's prejudices about men were off, my own about women needed some correcting too.
First, I fondled her large breasts. I lightly flicked her slightly sunken nipples with my fingers, and Hippolyte trembled.
"Ahng…. Unng…."
Unlike last time when she'd tried to stifle her voice, she now faced the pleasure head-on, letting out sounds.
Which felt great for me doing the caressing. I could tell what touches felt good. Might as well make it enjoyable for both.
So beyond stroking and kneading her soft breasts, I shamelessly caressed her long stretched arms, tight armpits, toned abs, and more.
Her sweat-slick skin from arousal slid smoothly under my hands like oiled silk—utterly obscene.
"Aah, aaht…. Hnng, ha…."
And she reacted easily no matter where or how I touched. Probably because of that 'Sensitive Skin' in her status.
Come to think of it, I'd heard that unlike men's pleasure zones concentrated in key areas, an aroused woman's whole body becomes an erogenous zone.
Swish, swish.
"Hnnght, haa, wh-why are you stroking me like that? Hnng, if you're teasing…. Stop…. Aht, ahng…!"
I kept caressing her tight abs and firm thighs. But she reacted similarly everywhere, so who knew.
"…D-does it feel good when I touch you like this?"
"Yeah, ahng, haat, it tickles. Hnng, haht, my whole body feels tingly…."
Luna's soft plush body was great, but this trained one had its own tactile appeal.
A healthy woman.
Healthy women instinctively captivate men. They'd surely bear healthy children, become healthy mothers. Probably lots of kids too.
She could pick and choose a husband if she wanted.
And here she was under me, stark naked.
It felt like committing some massive sin—I was almost scared.
A dream?
As I stroked her abs swish swish for a while like that, Hippolyte, sensing something off, asked,
"S-so…. You don't like trained bodies after all? From a man's view…. Mine isn't very feminine…."
Her voice was deflated, lacking confidence. Did she have a complex about her looks?
I'd never gotten that vibe. Now that she was undressed, she was spilling pent-up thoughts.
"No, it's nice to look at. Feels good to touch."
"I-is that so."
"In that spirit, let me have a taste."
"Wh-what spirit—what do you meeean— haaat!?"
My tongue trailed from Hippolyte's collarbone, down between her breasts, over her abs, across her smooth mound, and finally to her drenched pussy.
Slurp. Slurp, slurrrp.
Her pussy was so wet my tongue got even slicker.
But parting those labia and breaching her thick hymen without savoring it first felt almost sacrilegious.
"Ahh, hn, aat…! Wh-what are you licking there. Th-that place is…."
"…Pussy. Say 'pussy.'"
"S-such vulgar words…. N-no, nnng, hnng, haaht…. I-I wouldn't say that. I-I'm from the Virgin Order…."
"If you don't say it, I'll bite."
"Wh-what will you biiite— haat-!"
Hippolyte cried out without restraint. Because I'd nipped her small protruding clit between my front teeth.
"Uuaa, ahng, unnnght!"
She shuddered, perhaps lightly climaxing.
"Come on, say 'pussy' quick."
"Hnng, hnnggg…."
Panting roughly, Hippolyte. Watching her, I felt a sly sadism—or whatever—creeping up.
Like an octopus inking and jetting from my heart. Dark thoughts.
My heart's black. Not middle school anymore, but couldn't find a better phrase. Not important anyway.
"Come on, say it."
"Samaritan—no, H-Hassan, I sense strange mana from you—. Th-this is like the dark cultists…."
"Don't change the subject. Say it quick: 'Please shove the crude barbarian's thick cock into Amazon Empress Hippolyte's virgin pussy.' Go on."
"Grrooo…."
Teasing the troubled beauty was weirdly fun. Guess I'm the tormenting type.
"Come on, hurry."
"Groo, so, so humiliating…."
"…If you don't, I'll spank you."
Like before, I lightly smacked between her legs with my palm. Just that made Hippolyte's legs shoot straight up like she was dying.
"Hnnght, unnnght-! Aaaang!"
"Come on, hurry."
"S-stop, a-alright. I got it. Hnng…!"