Chapter 142
Chapter 142
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 142
Chapter Title: Sun, Moon, and Sword
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I tapped the flushed labia between Hippolyte's legs once more with my palm, like pretty petals.
"Hnngh…!"
Even though I tapped her ever so lightly, Hippolyte's hypersensitive reaction was endlessly amusing. To think I had this sadistic streak in me.
On the other hand, it was frightening how I felt like I was becoming someone else.
But that's what men are like.
A man with a hard-on and one without might as well be different creatures. I decided to do something to Hippolyte that I would never do under normal circumstances.
"Come on, say it. 'Please shove your thick barbarian cock into Empress Hippolyte's virgin pussy and fill me with your baby batter.'"
"Ugh, a-alright… f-fine."
As I lifted my palm, she trembled as if it were some terrifying weapon.
In truth, it wasn't the force of the impact so much as the humiliation of having her most private area struck by a man that must have affected her most.
"While spreading it wide open."
"E-even that…"
*Smack.*
"A-alright. J-just stop hitting me…"
She answered in a voice that barely rose above a whisper. At the same time, her trembling fingers inched toward her lower body.
Soon, Hippolyte spread her soaked pussy wide open with her slender fingers.
"B-bar-barian cock… p-please put it… in m-my v-v-v-v-vir-gin… p-p-pu…"
"Hmm."
It wasn't quite what I'd ordered, but with her on the verge of bursting into tears from the shame, I decided to let it slide. Besides, I couldn't hold back any longer anyway.
They say prolonged erections make your lower abdomen ache. It was true.
"Good girl."
I stroked her sweat-matted hair, then slowly pressed my lower body between her legs.
"C-cock…"
Hippolyte muttered to herself in disbelief, as if she couldn't accept that she'd uttered such a lewd word.
Just as I tried to ease the tip of my member into the entrance of her wet folds.
*Squeeze.*
Hippolyte clamped her thighs together, as if rejecting me.
Was fear overtaking her now? Well, doing this here would truly be irreversible.
As a man, it was disappointing, but if she said to stop, I'd have to.
"Samaritan—no, H-Hassan…"
"Yes… y-yes? A-are you… calling it off after all?"
"…Hoo, no. Just promise me one thing… Losing my virginity like this just feels so pathetic… So, for tonight only, could you… love me a little?"
"Love?"
"Y-yeah. Like the lovers in the bards' songs… And, if possible, tenderly…"
"Ah—."
It felt like a blow to the head.
I suddenly understood what Hippolyte wanted. The dark clouds in my mind cleared in an instant.
I'd been blinded by lust and forgotten—she was experiencing this for the first time.
It might sound corny, but I'd always believed a woman's first time was something precious and sacred.
Her virginity should be given to someone she truly loves, someone she'd give everything to.
For whatever reason, Hippolyte was offering that precious gift to me. So, shouldn't I become that person for her, if only for tonight?
"No, wait, that's asking too much… Do whatever you want."
Hippolyte tried to take back her words as if regretting them.
Instead of replying, I leaned over her body with gentle weight, stroked her hair, and slowly shifted my hips downward.
*Schlick, gulp.*
My member began inching into her wet hole.
"It might hurt a little."
"I-I'm fine. I'm used to pain—nggggah…!"
Hippolyte's face twisted in real-time beneath me. She looked like she'd been stabbed in the gut with a knife.
I stroked her sweat-drenched forehead repeatedly, trying to distract her.
With such a thick hymen, the pain must be intense. I'd thought the foreplay was enough, but apparently not.
"Ah, it hurts—! Hurts…!"
Despite claiming she was used to pain, Hippolyte writhed in agony, not knowing what to do.
My inexperience left me clueless too—I couldn't thrust deeper, nor pull out, stuck in this awkward limbo.
"…Sh-should we stop?"
"Hnngh, I-I didn't expect it to hurt this much… F-feels like it's being gouged with a knife… Hoo, still, keep going. I can… bear it…"
Thick teardrops welled up and fell from her eyes again. Not from sadness, but reflexive tears from the pain.
She said she'd endure it.
What should I do?
How could I make it hurt less? There was nothing I could do. The best I could manage was rubbing her lower abdomen with my fingers?
*Stroke, stroke.*
I roughly estimated where my member had entered and massaged below her navel with my palm.
"Grgh, what…?"
From the dantian—her womb area—I rubbed from inside out, clockwise. Hippolyte pulled her thighs toward her chest and shuddered.
"Ngh, hn, hngh!"
"Does the pain feel a bit better?"
"K-kind of… Y-you're surprisingly gentle, Samaritan. Is this some special Samaritan technique?"
"Something like that. Then, I'll go deeper, so breathe out."
"Hooo—."
I stroked her lower abdomen and, like with Luna, guided her breathing to gather her inner energy.
Taking another person's body part into your own for the first time required so much preparation.
I'd been too out of it with Luna to notice. How did I even manage that time?
*Schlick. Scraaape. Squish. Sluuuurp.*
"Grh, hngh… Haaa—."
I felt my member sliding headfirst into her hot depths.
"Haaa, hngaa…!"
Fearing intense pain, I pressed harder on her abdomen to distract her.
*Thrust.*
I shoved my member all the way in.
The thorough soaking helped—once the thick head was in, the rest slid in smoothly.
"Haa, haa, ah, hurts, it hurts, hurts, it hurts—haa, hngh…!"
But Hippolyte writhed beneath me, tears streaming down her face.
Luna's squirming had felt cute, like she was burrowing into my arms.
Hippolyte, tall and slender like me, shook my body too, like I was capping a volcano about to erupt.
"Ugh, it huuuurts…"
For a gold-tier adventurer, wasn't she overreacting? Then I remembered her "Sensitive Skin" status—it must be affecting her.
Did it influence her insides too…?
"Hngh, nghaa…"
Anyway, I decided to praise the roughly panting Hippolyte.
"It's all in."
"I-is it? Hoo… Never imagined pain like this…"
"May I move now?"
"Hngh, hoo—. Go ahead. Men… like it when you do that…"
Honestly, even staying still felt amazing.
Her lean, toned body gripped my member like soft, moist velvet.
Every ragged breath made her insides writhe, threatening to make me cum just from that.
Truth be told, part of me wanted to finish quickly.
End this awkward moment and sneak back to the hut without Luna noticing.
But her tight, hot, wet pussy felt too good—rushing it felt like a waste, especially since it was a one-night chance.
"Hngh, haaa. Haaa—."
Her pained gasps had stabilized. Time to move for real.
*Schlick, squelch.*
I slowly pulled my member back from her depths.
Her wet walls gripped tighter, as if sucking me back in with friction sounds.
Her pussy literally suckled my member. I was amazed at how it worked.
"Ah, hurts, huuuurts…"
But oblivious to her body's innate talent for milking semen, she still whimpered in pain.
I didn't expect moans of pleasure, but her cries of pain stirred guilt, making my chest twinge.
So I sealed her complaining lips with mine.
*Chuuurb, slurp.*
"Mmmph—!?"
Hippolyte froze at the unexpected kiss.
I slipped my tongue between her parted lips, stroked her soft ones with mine, doing my clumsy best to show her how good it could be.
If I was right, this was her first kiss too. Hoping to make it a good memory, I tenderly explored her mouth.
My own experience was limited, so I was awkward as hell.
But less frozen than her, I could at least lead fumblingly.
"Haa, haa, hnngh."
After knocking with my tongue for a while.
Her rigid body finally relaxed, her tongue tentatively responding.
It was honestly a little cute.
"Haa, slurp, haa, haaa."
Seizing the moment while she was lost in the kiss, I spread her thighs wide and thrust my hips.
*Splurt, splurt, clap. Squish. Stab. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.*
"Mngh, ngh, ha, haa—. Hngh, nnngh, aa, ahh…"
Hippolyte furrowed her brow in pain. Sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled down; thick tears welled in her eyes.
*Clap, clap, thrust, splat, squelch, splish, plop, squish.*
"Ahk, aang, ngh, ha, haa, ngh. Hngh."
Her waist and thighs twitched with every movement.
Her V-spread legs flailed helplessly beneath me.
*Stroke.*
Soon, her flailing legs wrapped around my waist like a knot.
*Thrust.*
I drove deeper into the woman clutching my neck and back with her limbs.
*Squelch. Gulp. Thrust—. Thrust. Splurt. Splurt. Squish. Squish.*
How many minutes passed? Time dragged, then raced.
In this rundown hut, we'd broken into, her pussy juices, blood drops, and my precum mingled, filling the air with obscene sounds.
"Ahng, ngh, ahn— ahn—! Haat, aa…! Heeng, heeeng…!"
No longer cries of pain—her mouth now issued feminine coquetry.
Who could've imagined such lewd moans from the woman in hard armor? The nobles and high adventurers at the banquet? Probably not.
In the end, it was I, Hassan the visa-holding foreigner, who deflowered Hippolyte's smooth virgin pussy.
Pride, conquest, primal male triumph surged from tailbone to scalp.
Like a drug, it scrambled my brain, leaving only the urge to flood her womb, impregnate her, make her bear my child.
*Splurt, splurt, splurt, squish, squish, thrust.*
My thrusting sped up. Tension gripped her embracing body.
Her pussy clenched harder, feeling like it would devour my member and soul.
Her body instinctively preparing to receive semen.
"Hoo—."
My breaths grew ragged; I had to steady them. One slip, and I'd cum instantly.
But cumming now in this exquisite pussy would be a shame. Just a bit more, savor it longer.
"Ahng, aa, ahng, ahn! Ahn! Aat!"
Her head tilted back. Her slender neckline, collarbones, and heaving breasts dazzled my eyes.
Even in stiff armor.
Even flaunting gold necklaces.
Even firing sword auras—Hippolyte was a woman, more than anyone.
Screw enjoying it—flooding her deep womb with white cum would feel best.
"Gonna cum inside."
"N-no, not inside! I-I might get pregnant. Nooo… Hngh, haaa…!"
Our chests pressed tight, her pregnancy fear palpable.
Yet her arms and legs clung, refusing to let go.
Outward words, inward truth.
Her "Two-Faced" trait made sense now. She'd even held back pride during my massages.
"N-no pregnancy, s-stop, stop it… D-dirty barbarian. Don't want a barbarian baby. Hngh, hngh—."
Her lust-addled mind even insulted me as a barbarian. Though her limbs clung tight.
She could shove me off easily, but I had no desire to escape this sweet hell.
"Hoo, haa—. Call me barbarian all you want—under a barbarian, Empress Hippolyte, you're just spitting on your own face."
"Hngh, haang—! Me, under a mere barbarian…"
Did her clenching tighten at "barbarian"? Anyway, I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Hippolyte, cumming inside—."
"Ngh, n-no, ha, aa, f-forcing it, in me, ngh, haaang, nghh—."
*Spurt, spurt, spurt.*
Clutching her waist, I buried deep and unleashed my semen.
*Spurt, spurt, spurt.*
Prolonged arousal doubled my release time.
"Nghhh, nghaaa, hngaaa…"
Hippolyte convulsed beneath me. Her pussy spasmed and suckled, as if she'd climaxed too.
"I said no…"
Don't lie. I wanted to say, but her teary cuteness stopped me. I kissed her nape instead.
"Haa!"
She shuddered again.
Her aroused body, post-climax, hypersensitive everywhere.
I regretted I couldn't keep this body.
So this was possessiveness. Never knew I had it.
"Haaa…"
Hippolyte slumped, panting roughly. As I withdrew, semen mixed with blood and juices poured out.
Wasting it on the floor felt wrong, so I pushed it back in with my fingers.
But post-nut clarity hit. Cold reason returned.
Rundown shack.
Panting woman lying there. Me, having cum inside.
Oh, shit. I was screwed.
Cheating on the woman I'd sworn to in my heart. Dad would kill me. Good thing he wasn't here.
Anyway, too late to undo it.
Best not to regret.
"…Hassan."
As I steeled myself, Hippolyte, covering herself with a blanket on the floor, spoke.
"…Hassan."
"…Yes, Lady Hippolyte."
"Could you… rub my body? A massage, I mean."
"…Hoo—. Of course."
The unfamiliar act must have left her sore and tense. Massages help even the healthy.
I kneaded her thighs, hip lymph nodes, lower abdomen, and cheekbones with my thumbs.
Pressing the spots on her cheekbones, a *ding* sounded—Status: Panic lifted.
She sighed deeply.
"Hoo, honestly… it feels good."
"You're admitting it now?"
"…But just so-so. Half-baked. Feels like you're using someone else's tricks as your own. Not original."
Gold-tier indeed. Hippolyte pierced my essence. My massages were all from Dad.
"Still, it has your flavor. Hone it more."
Praise from her felt great. She was like a mentor, my adventurer role model.
But embarrassed by my joy, I mumbled wordlessly. Silence stretched during the massage.
Then she added.
"Hassan, suppose… just suppose I was your first?"
"Huh?"
My hand on her side froze.
"What?"
"No, nothing. Hypotheticals are useless. Anyway, it was fun. Hurt more than expected… but you were tender, as I asked…"
"…"
I had no reply. She clutched the blanket to her chest, curling shrimp-like, and murmured.
"But… ignorance was bliss… Now, knowing it's a fight I can't win… I start hoping anyway…"
Even a gold-tier adventurer.
Not Mars's priestess.
Just Hippolyte.
Curled in the shabby shack, she wept silently.
[Author's Note]
The first scene… I think it has to be important…
Couldn't bear to cut it midway…
4 in a row achieved…
Didn't insert author's note midway to avoid breaking immersion ㅠㅠ… If you enjoyed, please recommend!!