Chapter 197
Chapter 197
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 197
Chapter Title: Hassan, Necromancer of the Black Star #8
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“What’s twenty-three thousand five hundred times eight thousand two hundred?”
“Y-Yes...? What did you say!?”
I scowled fiercely at Antiope, who sounded utterly flustered, as if I’d been waiting for this moment.
“Wrong answer, Gatekeeper. Time for your punishment.”
“Aaah—!!”
My hand showed no mercy as it slid up her thigh toward the space between her legs.
Stroke, strokestroke.
The sensation against my fingers was soft and squishy—
Squish.
And somehow, a little wet.
Was it possible that Antiope was getting aroused from showing me her naked body or having her thighs touched?
Could a situation straight out of some adult video actually happen in real life?
But then I thought it might just be a natural physiological response. Anyway, that wasn’t important right now.
“Hnngh, haat, hnnngh—!”
Squish. Squiiish.
I lightly teased her pussy with my fingers.
Using my index and middle fingers to spread her labia, I touched the entrance inside and the delicate flesh, and it got even wetter, soaking my fingers completely.
“Th-That’s...!”
Antiope grabbed my wrist and squeezed hard.
Grip.
Even though her tattoo had been downgraded during the revision, Antiope was still level 27. Clearly higher than me.
With her thighs clamping down and her grip on my wrist, I couldn’t move unless I strained with all my might.
A Temple Knight was still a Temple Knight, even with lowered stats.
“How dare you grab my body like that?”
“B-But...”
“This is your punishment. If you’d answered correctly, you wouldn’t be getting punished, right?”
“But...”
Squish, squiiish. Squish. Squish. Stroke.
I kept fingering the space between Antiope’s legs as she made a tearful face. This was punishment, and my resolve to break her spirit so she wouldn’t cause trouble for me or Luna.
This woman was an extreme inquisitor who saw Luna, a voodoo priestess from Ideope, as some kind of cultist. That’s why I needed to crush her will like this in advance.
So this wasn’t lewd behavior or cheating.
Not at all.
Still, I could understand why Antiope looked so aggrieved.
I’d deliberately given her an impossibly hard problem.
Hell, I couldn’t even remember what I’d asked. I’d just thrown out something random from my head that she wouldn’t possibly get right!
Pretty villainous of me, right?
With that thought, I wriggled my fingers.
Squish, squelch, squelch.
“Haaaah...”
My index and middle fingers toyed with her entrance and labia, while my thumb stroked the skin covering her clitoris, and Antiope shuddered violently, bending forward at the waist.
With her head lowered, her slender hair and ample breasts were right in front of my face.
Swaaah—
An odd herbal scent wafted from her breasts and hair—bitter yet sweet. Probably from the tobacco she’d been smoking.
It was different from the cigarettes I knew—maybe a hint of licorice? I wasn’t a fan of smoking or tobacco, but this smell wasn’t bad. Actually, it felt kind of nice.
I wanted to smell more.
“Hnngh, st-stop... Please, forgive me...”
Antiope clung to my arm like that.
I could feel her soft breasts pressing against my forearm, her nipples noticeably hard.
“Antiope Gatekeeper.”
“Nnngh, hnnngh, y-yesssh...”
The woman who could barely respond when I called her before now answered desperately, like a drowning man clutching a lifeline.
I could tell she wouldn’t go against me anymore.
“You touched me and my lover Luna. Remember that this is an unforgivable sin. Repent every night. Got it?”
“Y-Yes, hnnngh, hiiik, haak, ha, u, hnnngh...!”
Tears streamed from Antiope’s large eyes.
A tough woman crying. It was exciting, but also made me realize I was going too far.
Stroke.
So I pulled my hand away from between her slick thighs. If I kept going, who knows what might happen, and honestly, my own arousal was starting to make it hard to hold back.
Lately, I’d been feeling like some sex demon had possessed my brain—I kept wanting lewd stuff. It was a real problem.
Back when I lived innocently, jerking off was enough to clear my head.
Now it felt like I was back in middle school puberty, thinking about sex all day. Hard to explain.
They say late bloomers have it rough. Was that me...?
Honestly, Luna was partly to blame. She was so cute and pretty, flouncing around in those skimpy, fluttering clothes.
Really flouncy, stimulating my healthy urges in every way.
Stuck with her all day but unable to do anything about it. Lately, with summer in full swing, she’d even whine that my palms were too hot when I touched her.
So yeah, I was pretty frustrated.
Holding back this much deserved some praise.
Of course, I couldn’t tell anyone or complain. How do other guys with stingy girlfriends cope?
I wanted to Google “My girlfriend won’t let me touch her breasts,” but hell, no internet here.
“Hnnngh.... Haa...”
While I pondered that, Antiope collapsed to the floor, her strength gone from her waist and legs.
“Haa, haaah, hnnngh...”
Her naked body sprawled on the cheap inn’s wooden floor—ignoring the bizarre tattoos—was flawless. I didn’t know where to look.
Had I really been freely touching this woman’s secret places? I hadn’t noticed in the heat of the act, but thinking about it now, it was shocking and insane.
But seeing her crying and unable to rise, my excitement faded, leaving calm rationality.
“Sob, hiiik, hik...”
Why was she crying?
Shame?
Sorrow over her tragic fate?
Or some combination of reasons?
One thing was clear: seeing her tears softened my sharp temper a bit. What kind of people force themselves on women? Heartless monsters.
At least I wasn’t one.
Stroke.
I rose from the chair.
“Hiiik—!”
Antiope trembled violently, as if terrified of my movement.
Even weakened, she could overpower me easily. Her fear made me feel like some big shot.
Stroke.
“Haa, wh-what—!?”
I placed my hands behind her knees and on her shoulders, lifting her body.
Then I gently laid the flustered, frightened Antiope on the bed covered with a cheap blanket.
The creaky mattress—straw stuffed and covered with bedding—looked uncomfortable, but with Antiope on it, it seemed luxurious.
Of course, she frantically pulled the blanket over herself, sniffling in panic.
“I-I’m not ready for a baby yet.... I still have so much to do...”
A baby?
What baby?
She must have thought I was going to fuck her. I hadn’t planned to, but now that I thought about it, I was tempted.
But touching Antiope more here would truly be cheating.
Hippolytes’s case could be called an accident, but with Antiope, I’d have no face left in front of Luna.
“Relax. I’m giving you a reward.”
“...A reward?”
“Yeah. Punishment for wrongs, rewards for rights—that’s the natural order. You gave a proper answer to what I said, so here’s your reward.”
I reached out to Antiope, who huddled under the blanket in confusion.
“I-I don’t need that kind of reward...! Hnn, hnnngh—!”
But she even refused the reward I offered? Did she think it was rape and impregnation?
Old kings apparently rewarded maids by knocking them up.
Fair enough misunderstanding.
But that wasn’t what I intended.
Stroke.
Soon my hand reached her slender waist. So thin it was hard to believe.
“Hnngh, haat—!”
Maybe still heated from earlier caresses, she twitched and let out faint moans just from me stroking her stomach.
So lewd.
Of course, I pushed away the pink fog in my mind. This wasn’t lewd—it was a genuine reward.
I planned to give her a massage.
First, I placed my hand on her trembling wrist.
Ding-.
『Name: Antiope Gatekeeper lv. ?? 27
Status: Curse of Orthrus》 Irregular Menstruation》』
As always, text appeared showing her status.
Now I’d massage her to relax her and try lifting that Curse of Orthrus.
I had no idea where to press for Orthrus’s curse, but thinking of how I’d lifted Knox and Erebos’s curses on Luna...
Maybe I could lift ones I’d given up on before.
Antiope wouldn’t report me for illegal treatment.
And she’d reluctantly allow touching now, so perfect test subject.
“Wh-what are you...?”
“Shh, be quiet and watch.”
She looked confused by me suddenly grabbing her wrist and staring into space seriously.
“First, turn around and lie on your stomach.”
I told her to lie face down, back to me.
From checking her pulse earlier, massaging her back and waist felt instinctively right for those statuses.
She’d mentioned her pelvis was misaligned, causing pain. A twisted pelvis twists the waist, back—everything.
The body’s all connected organically, so maybe...
Just a hunch, but it worked on Luna, so I’d follow my instincts again.
“On my... stomach...”
Understanding, she reluctantly rolled over.
Burying her face in the cheap blanket and pillow, she raised her ass high like a yoga cat pose.
Stroke.
That ass thrust toward the world was firm and impressive. Between them, her pussy and anus glistened pink, wet and puckered.
“Hnnght, hn...”
“...”
The shocking sight left me speechless.
What was this girl doing?
I said lie on your stomach—did she think I meant this?
I wasn’t an idiot; I knew she’d massively misunderstood.
But it was so tempting I nearly yanked off my pants and shoved it in. Damn, was she seducing me? A trap?
Regaining composure, I grabbed her waist, pulled it down so her ass settled, then covered the tempting parts with the rough blanket to quell my lust.
“Antiope, I’ll lift the curse on you.”
“...Y-Yes?”
“The Curse of Orthrus.”
I placed my hands on her bewildered waist. Thumbs on the two thin lines of her erector spinae, I pushed upward slowly.
“Hyaat—!”
A loud cry escaped her. Ignoring it, I pressed the Shen Shu point, the acupoint for erector spinae.
Pressing Shen Shu strengthens kidneys, boosts sexual function, improves uterine health—should help her irregular menstruation too.
“Hnngh, hnnnghk—!”
Maybe the pressure hurt, as she gritted her teeth like under torture.
Grrrrrind.
She clutched the blanket like tearing the bed, occasionally kicking the frame—clearly in pain.
Massage isn’t about brute force.
I knew that, but today I kept firm pressure. My instincts demanded pushing hard.
“Bear with it a little, even if it hurts. First times can hurt.”
“Haaat, it h-hurts, hurts...!”
“Do it often, and the pleasure outweighs the pain. That’s how it works.”
Sloosh, sloooosh.
I smoothed up her waist with thumbs and heel of my palm.
Squelch, squelch.
Her sweat acted like lube—no issues.
Problem: her tattoos glowed again. Just redraw them later.
While stimulating her waist,
“Hnngh, ah, hurts, hurttts.... C-Can’t take this, it’s not a r-reward...!”
Her reactions heated up, so I raised my hands higher—past waist to back, then to her scapulae.
Inside the scapulae is a feel-good spot in massages—hard to reach yourself, deep edge.
Like cooking, massage has timing.
Press here now...
And she’d feel amazing.
With solemn resolve, I pressed my thumb into the soft flesh. Then pushed hard.
I named this pinpoint thrust.
“Heavenly Demon Earth Thrust.”
“Hyaaaaah—!”
Antiope screamed.
Her status popped up regardless.
『Antiope Gatekeeper’s status Curse of Orthrus》 has been lifted.』
『Karma Value + 30』
『Current Karma Value + 310』
Whoa, shit. Lifting one curse gave 30 Karma Value. Less than Luna’s, but still solid.
Over 300 total—enough for at least 3 levels. Gotta ask Luna for a totem tonight.
Giggling to myself,
“Sh-Shoulders... My shoulders feel light...”
Realizing the change, she slowly sat up, clutching the blanket.
“Really, the Curse of Orthrus is lifted? My shoulders...”
She even rotated her arms. Her armpits peeked enticingly.
“My arm goes up over my shoulder? Even Jupiter’s temple couldn’t fix it.... How did you lift Orthrus’s curse!?”
Her teary eyes now held fear—no, awe—as she looked at me.
Like gazing at a miracle doctor.
Yes.
Exactly.
Feeling smug, I mixed acting and sincerity confidently.
“One of my powers. Curses and diseases are nothing to me.”
“You heal diseases too? Then, Lord Hassan, are you the god of illness...?”
I resolved to decide what god to claim soon.
“...More importantly, Antiope, didn’t I say to thank me after a reward?”
“...Th-Thank you. My arm wouldn’t go up because of the curse...”
Anyway, the hostility toward me softened a bit—good. Temporary patch, though.
A Temple Knight like Antiope would see through my amateur act eventually.
Before that, I needed to grow stronger than her, the other knights, those Hellspawn heirs—everyone.
So I decided to investigate the multiplying goblins.
Their king was called a Hellspawn heir, right?
Probing him might reveal the group threatening Luna and whether Temple Knights would oppose my Necromancy.
Two birds with one stone, maybe.
Having bluffed like a big shot, I felt confident enough.