Chapter 181
Chapter 181
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 181
Chapter Title: Get Out of Our Yard!
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Hippolyte's eyes were brimming with tears, sparkling so brightly they seemed to shine.
Lately, she'd been doing her makeup with glitter and all sorts of paints, right?
The smeared makeup from her tears and her glistening eyes looked prettier and more beautiful than ever. And so, I ended up ejaculating inside her warm cheek and across her face.
I'd just wanted to finish in her mouth, but there was more cum than I expected, and it splashed onto her face too.
"Hoo..."
Only then could I finally catch my breath, like I'd been holding it the whole time. It was a pretty massive load, and I felt all the energy drain out of my body.
Doing it twice in a row with that much volume—no helping it. Still, this languid feeling all over was kinda weird.
Guess my next stat point goes into stamina. That should help with this post-nut haze, right? Stamina's basically endurance itself.
"Hic, s-slimy, ugh..."
Hippolyte let the white liquid dribble out of her mouth like she was spitting up my semen.
I'd hoped she might swallow it, but no such luck.
Same with Luna before—looks like it was just my fantasy, my pipe dream.
Not that it probably tasted good anyway.
No clue what it tastes like, but it's gotta be nasty. Thinking that way, I got why she'd spit it out.
Still, even if it was impulsive, I'd gone and done it with Hippolyte again. Two people sweating under the blazing sun, her huge breasts and those firm thighs and armpits.
Honestly, it was inevitable. Anyone else would've fallen to that temptation too.
As I was thinking that, Hippolyte, lying in the shade and heaving up and down, wiped the milky fluid from her face with her palm.
"Ugh, what is this? This is semen...? I-is this really semen...?"
She acted like the cum on her face was some fascinating mystery. Then she sniffed it, wrinkling her brow.
"...Smells weird. To think this comes out of the body..."
She lay there for a few minutes, savoring the afterglow, then got up like nothing happened.
She glanced down at her cum-dripping breasts and thighs overflowing with her own juices, bit her lower lip a little.
"...I'm gonna go wash up."
And with that, she headed straight into the house.
Her place had a shower setup, so yeah, she was probably gonna rinse off all that mess.
A few minutes later, she came back out and suggested I wash up there too.
I was sticky from the heat and everything else, so no reason to turn her down.
Even after scrubbing every inch clean, though, something still felt off, like I couldn't fully relax.
When I stepped back outside, there was Hippolyte, arms crossed, leaning against the tree in the shade where we'd just fucked.
She looked so solemn and intimidating, I almost didn't recognize her from moments ago. Hard to even talk to her.
But I had to say something.
"Um, H-Hippolyte..."
"What?"
"Uh, that thing... I heard you had Thunder Mandarin Duck oil..."
"Is this what you need?"
Now I noticed she was holding a small vial—what you'd call a potion bottle.
A bottle of red oil. It was definitely the Thunder Mandarin Duck oil I'd gotten as a reward from the Venus temple.
That stuff was great for covering up indiscretions.
Even Jupiter, king of the gods, used it to cheat on his wife without getting caught, or so they said.
Anyway, having that would put my mind at ease.
"C-could you give me some?"
"One bottle costs one gold. You think I'm just gonna hand it over?"
Holy shit, one gold per bottle? The price made my vision blur. Yeah, asking for it free would be pushing it.
As I racked my brain for a way to get it,
Hippolyte said with a languid, relaxed expression,
"If you dodge my fists three times in a row, it's yours. Consider it training."
"Oh, shit."
"Dodge!"
She swung at me. Her fist cut through the air like a bullet—dodging was no joke.
Too late to move, so I imagined my body turning hard like stone or iron.
"Iron bar!"
But the pain exploding in my gut was worse than I'd pictured.
"Gaaah!"
"I said dodge, not take it."
Yeah, skills were just a dream.
* * *
As the sun set, Luna's cabin came into view from afar.
In the fairly spacious yard, Luna was crouched down fiddling with stuff. She looked up, sensing me.
"Oh my god, Hassan! What happened?!"
Her eyes widened like saucers.
She dropped what she was doing and scurried over.
"Why do you look so ugly now?!"
"Well, I've always been that way."
Luna fussed over my bruised face, genuinely shocked and fidgety.
With my face all swollen like I'd been stung by bees—bumps and bruises everywhere—it had to look hideous.
"Hassan, you used to be cool-ugly before. Now you just look like a potato that rolled down a hill!"
Cool-ugly? What the hell. Luna's vocabulary sometimes goes beyond what I can imagine—hard to keep up.
"Did you run into bandits, Hassan? Or fight a dragon? How'd you get hurt like this?"
Her yelling right by my ear made my head throb like a concussion.
Once she knew my body could take a beating without breaking, Hippolyte went full force in the second half—no holding back.
Training was an excuse; she just wanted to punch me.
Fair enough—I'd jumped her without asking. She had every right to be pissed and beat me, or even chop my head off.
Me, forcing myself on a woman.
Lately, my libido's been ramping up. Once it flips, I can't hold back. Is horniness always this hard to control?
Back when I was a slave under Dusar's curse, I'd never imagined it'd get like this...
Anyway, I passed Hippolyte's test and cleaned up with the Mandarin Duck oil. But would it really work? I was on edge.
Then Luna sniffed me.
"You smell like Hippolyte—"
My face and body ached from the bruises, but the tension was worse—like my breath stopped. As I waited anxiously, lips sealed,
Luna said,
"She beat you up, huh?"
"Y-yeah, she did."
"That wicked bitch. Beating someone up like this. So, why'd she hit you? Did you do something to deserve it?"
Her question mixed worry with accusation.
Answer wrong, and she might smash my face with the potato in her hand.
"Well, she was training me. Y'know, aura practice or whatever."
"Training?"
So I explained: I paid Hippolyte one gold for a month of private lessons, and her methods were brutally Spartan.
"So that's why you got beat."
Luna nodded, convinced, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wait here, I'll put some ointment on! I made some just in time."
She darted into the first-floor workshop, rummaged around, came back with a small shell full of white powder, and spread it on my face.
Ssssh.
It stung like salt in the wound. What kinda medicine hurts this bad? Disinfectant?
"Ug, what is this? What medicine is it? It burns like hell."
"Salt!"
Ugh, actual salt.
For a second, I wondered if Luna was torturing me.
Maybe—maybe she knew everything.
A scary thought hit me, so I shut it down.
"Hold still—"
Her expression was so serious as she applied it, and in this primitive world, they did use salt for wounds sometimes, so I let it go.
Medicine here's that pathetic.
"There, all done! Feel better?"
It hurt way more now, throbbing, but I couldn't waste her effort—I just nodded silently.
Luna beamed.
"I'll put more on before bed!"
"Nah, I'm good."
"Really? You gotta do it consistently for disinfection."
"I heal fast anyway. It'll be fine soon. Hey, uh, what were you up to?"
I glanced around to change the subject. The yard, messed up this morning, was now neatly tidied.
"You cleaned it all up?"
"Yeah, it was exhausting. Fixed the fence, replanted the potatoes. You have no idea how brutal it was under the sun."
"Paranoya?"
"Nah, I did it myself today. She didn't come. No clue where she is. Check this out—cool, right?"
Luna led me to a spot in the yard. There was a stick jammed into the ground.
At the top hung what you'd call a stuffed animal—a beast made of cloth and straw.
"A lion?"
"Yep! A lion! Think even a tanuki would run from this? Beast-scaring totem! Whaddya think?"
What did I think?
It was a sloppy lion scarecrow—kinda iffy to me.
But Luna stood proud like she'd done something amazing, so I went positive.
"Impressive. Looks just like a real lion! You're more talented than I thought!"
"R-really...?"
Luna blushed, fidgeting and staring at her toes peeking from the sandals I bought her. Adorable.
She's weak to praise too.
Kinda like me. That similarity made her even cuter.
Anyway, making a lion out of straw and cloth to scare tanuki—classic Luna, and kinda fun.
Like decorating a cozy yard in an all-ages game?
Though I doubt it'd stop tanuki from digging up the potatoes.
Fidgety Luna pointed at the ground, overcoming her shyness.
"Only showing you, Hassan, but I bought a dwarf bear trap and set it here. Cost five silver."
"Bear trap...?"
"Press here, and the jaws snap shut!"
She pressed the center with her finger.
Ka-ching! The steel trap clamped with a gruesome sound.
Lion's a decoy—bear trap's the real deal. Luna had real tactical smarts; I was shocked.
"Over here, spike trap. Touch this tripwire, and a spiked log drops from above! This one was pricey—ten silver."
The traps she showed were vicious. The yard felt like it shifted from Animal Crossing to a hunting ground.
Age rating shot up.
"But isn't this a bit much?"
"I'm killing the tanuki."
"Y-yeah, this'll definitely do it."
"Invading our yard, stealing our stuff—no forgiveness. They even pissed everywhere. That's gotta be their mark saying they'll come back!"
Luna straight-up hated the potato-munching tanuki. Territorial instinct?
"The stone path here's safe, so stick to it! I'm gonna make warning signs too, but you're good at writing, Hassan. Write on the plaques for me!"
At least she marked the safe zones well.
So we made plaques together, drove them deep into the yard entrance. Kept the text simple: "Watch for Traps."
"But what about people who can't read?"
Her question stumped me. Literacy's low here—lots of illiterates.
After thinking, I added drawings to the plaques: skulls, primal fear symbols like pirate flags or poison warnings—bones and all.
Luna finally smiled, relieved.
"Looks like a real skull. Hassan, you're amazing at drawing! Everyone'll run seeing this!"
"You think?"
Even I thought it came out good. Seen enough anatomy charts, plus my handiwork—makes sense.
With traps and signs done, evening fatigue hit as we relaxed.
Luna and I finally had a cozy dinner for two. Some leftover meat from before—we fired up the yard grill again.
Fatty cut with rind—pork belly. Maybe five-layer pork?
"Was gonna make bacon, but let's just eat it."
She'd secretly planned to smoke it into bacon.
But premium meat like this? Better grilled fresh.
I had some grilling chops, so I laid it on the hot plate.
"For five-layer pork, circle the fat around the rind first to crisp it up, then grill the rest."
Sizzle...
The meat hissed loudly on the broad plate—got my stomach rumbling. Luna's eyes sparkled at the cooking pork.
"Mmm, looks tasty. Hassan, you grill great! First time eating roasted pork belly. Think it'll taste good without making it bacon?"
Never had pork belly before?
Excited to treat her, I grilled away happily.
Whoooosh, bang—pop pop!
A massive boom like thunder—I jumped. War? Finally the crazy reds invading?
Looking up, weird fireballs shot high and burst. Sparks like petals—pretty.
Whoooosh, pbbbt—!
"Fireworks!"
Luna, munching hot meat, raised her hands and yelled.
Fireworks? Right, the city's been buzzing lately—some festival.
Guess it started.
"Hassan, finish up and let's head downtown! Festival time!"
She shoveled food in frantically. Should savor it, but she was dying to go.
"What festival?"
"Tonight, the Path of the Dead opens!"
"Path of the Dead?"
"The boundary between living and dead crumbles! No time to waste—let's hit the city!"
No idea what that meant.
Like Halloween?
Never thought I'd party like an insider.
I crammed the grilled meat and rushed off with Luna.
[Author's Note]
Today's note has a progress report on how I used the coupons you sent...
Voodoo... no... alchemy for illustrations...