Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Luna Baby-Making Date
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This cultural gap between Gaia Continent and the Earth I lived on was pretty huge.
Even on Earth, there were big differences depending on the region.
Not to mention how this world felt like a whole different dimension from a 21st-century civilized guy like me, so it was only natural that some of my common sense didn't match up.
“We're making a baby together today, right? You even swore on the River Styx. Don't you remember?”
Even so, promising to make a baby with someone I'd only met for about a day? Was that normal in this world?
Did sex not get treated as anything special here?
Maybe for this girl Luna, or at least on her home island of Ideophe, sex was just casual skinship on the level of a greeting.
I'd read somewhere that in some Mongolian tribes, offering your wife to a traveler was the highest form of hospitality. If Mongolia was like that, what about this barbaric otherworld?
Swoosh.
I rolled my eyes toward Luna. Her slender arms and legs, barely covered by scraps of cloth over the important bits. Honestly, I tried not to think about it, but she was ridiculously seductive.
Men on the street kept stealing glances without pause, yet she seemed oblivious. Like she was naturally tempting them. Her hair, now free of the mask, was a tantalizing pink.
Maybe like old Jeju Island when men were scarce, the women of Ideophe welcomed seeds from outsiders...
“Hassan? You didn't forget, did you?”
“Oh, of course I remember.”
Her emerald eyes blinked at me, so I snapped out of my thoughts in a hurry.
Who knows, maybe I'd pulled off some advanced flirting while drunk without realizing it.
To think I had that kind of talent hidden away. Scary stuff.
It was impressive, considering I hadn't drunk with girls since my college freshman welcome party at twenty.
Anyway, sex with a pretty girl—sex! Worrying about angles might make me miss the chance, so my brain settled on “common sense and chastity be damned.”
Fuck, she seemed a bit dim somewhere. But still, making a baby with a beautiful girl with snow-white skin! Best in Gaia Continent! This world was starting to grow on me.
“Good, I was worried you just said it drunk. Breaking a Styx oath brings horrible consequences!”
Luna wiggled her fingers like claws on a beast, trying to scare me. I had no idea what those horrible consequences were, but I was standing there dumbfounded when—
“I rented the materials and workshop for the morning, so Hassan, just bring your body! It'll be done before dinner!”
What? Rented materials and a workshop already? Before dinner?
I'd never imagined this ridiculous voodoo girl Luna had such quick action.
On that short trip from temple cleaning to facing goblins, all she'd done was release bees or scream.
『Luna = Scream Totem. Occasionally screams to lower allied morale.』
That was my exact assessment. Time to revise my mental notes.
“Hassan, you like it that much? You're a really good guy! Honestly, I was a bit scared of you at first. You look kinda scary...”
Seeing my lips curl up uncontrollably, Luna confessed shyly too.
My scars and thick beard must've made a scary first impression.
Still, in this world, looking scary beat looking weak, but that wasn't important now.
“We need to make a lot, so let's hurry. Hassan!”
“A lot? How many?”
“Like five...? Six...?”
“Whoa, shit. Gonna have to put in some effort.”
No idea if it was possible in one go. But I might manage. Confidence surged for some reason.
“Shit? What's that mean?”
“Samarian for super excited and happy.”
“Shit! Sounds like air leaking out—cool! Kinda like a snake hiss. I love snakes! Shit!”
“If you like it, that's what matters.”
Chatting nonsense like that, we headed to the western slums of the city center.
Sodomora was a typical ruin city, expanding by excavating nearby underground ruins and buried field treasures.
And those ruin cities always had huge wealth gaps, so slum roads weren't even paved, and passersby eyed us with murder in their gazes.
Normally, I'd be tense from all the provocations aimed at me. Especially today, with Luna drawing aggro just by existing.
“Check out that tender little thing. Lewd pink hair.”
One or two thugs on the street threw wolf whistles or catcalls our way, as expected.
Mostly idle beggars rolling eyes on the streets, hands hidden in their bosoms—not pulling out Christmas presents for me.
Rusty daggers or blades aimed at my gut, maybe. Their speech marked them as cheap trash. Lewd pink hair, my ass.
“You a Venus priestess? Mind servicing me too? Heh heh. My sword's thicker and sharper than that big lug's.”
Venus priestesses were working girls at Venus temples.
In this world, they were a super rare, glamorous job under a goddess.
Luna's flimsy outfit must've caused the mix-up.
I placed my hand on the sword hilt at my waist, glaring at the beggar scum blocking our sacred path.
Click.
“Fuck off if you don't wanna get hurt, asshole.”
“Whoa, three swords...”
He backed away, recognizing the triple-wield threat. Good thing I'd snatched those blades from the earlier thugs.
We'd walked deep into the slums like that when—
“There, that's it, Hassan!”
Luna, hiding behind me and trembling, pointed a slender finger at a wooden shack. Calling it a house was generous; it was a crumbling heap.
A hut half-collapsed from years of rain and wind, with bug-eaten wood letting drafts whistle through.
“Really that one?”
“Yeah, it was the only place I could afford to rent...”
“Well, location doesn't matter anyway.”
Pushing open the door, I saw dry straw scattered on the floor.
It reeked of stale beast, so probably an old stable or barn.
A bit filthy, but who cares about the spot. Didn't the Savior get born in a manger?
Thinking of doing the deed here made my heart pound. Thumping so hard I couldn't calm down, vision shaking from nerves!
Clunk.
Luna shut the door and lit a candle hanging from a beam.
“But I gotta confess something, Hassan. I've only watched others do it—never made one myself...”
“First time?”
“Y-yeah... Like I said last night, I might suck. You'll have to help a lot, Hassan.”
A pure pink, not lewd pink! What guy hates a girl's first time?
Sure, some social butterfly might be sick of popping cherries, but that's not me.
I nearly confessed “me too,” but shut my mouth. She'd think I was lame. Shit, what now? Undress her?
Alone together, I had no clue.
All my baby-making knowledge was the 3TB of vids on my computer's E: drive.
But scanning my mental catalog, nothing helped with this vivid reality. Crammed education's limits, huh.
My mouth was parched from tension when—
“Then I'll demonstrate first. Just follow along!”
“Uh, yeah, okay.”
Luna rummaged through piled straw and pulled out a small wooden block.
What to call it? Vaguely human-shaped like a stone dol hareubang, about a handspan tall?
My mind on porn, it looked exactly like a dildo. Why pull that out now?
“This is the finished baby, Hassan. We need five like this.”
“That's a baby?”
“Yeah, moai—totems. On our island, these kids are important. They boost fortune like wealth, health...”
Like my dad hawking germanium health stones, Luna rattled off dubious benefits. My mind went blank white.
“Whoa, shit.”
“Shit! I'm happy too! I couldn't make five alone!”
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Scrape, scrape.
Swoosh, swoosh.
I'd felt something off when she mentioned materials and workshop.
No way a guy like me, with zero girl connections beyond mom and sis, suddenly hit peak popularity for a hookup.
But I'd held expectations.
Guys are wired for overconfident optimism. And that drunken night, the vibe with Luna was great, right?
I'd shown manliness slaughtering goblins in the abandoned temple. She liked manly men. Or was it drunken delusion...?
“Wow, Hassan, you're good. Already finished one?”
“Roughly.”
Lost in thought, I'd carved the log Luna gave me into a humanoid shape with my dagger.
They call these finished mini-totems babies or moai back home. Fuck, confusing names, you barbarian idiots!
Luna had explained it all once, but drunk me remembered nothing but blanks.
Ended up like a one-man comedy show.
My aimless rage vented on the wood blocks, stabbing like mortal enemies.
Die, you moai shits!
“Wow, never seen that shape before. But it feels right. Looks great!”
New shape? Duh, Korean totem dol hareubang. You wouldn't have.
“Anyway, you're so handy, Hassan. I can't even get started.”
She showed me her block. Hesitant like her vibe, it was uneven—ancient trash at best.
She was clumsy with knives, and the cypress wood was too hard for her delicate fingers.
“Can't use softer wood? Even I'm struggling to carve.”
“Cypress is hard, yeah. But nothing boosts totem effects like it.”
“Hmm.”
Totem effects—health boosts, good luck, that stuff.
With my scam-health-shop dad, it sounded fishy.
Luna's voodoo was all superstitious nonsense anyway. Me playing along was ridiculous.
But a promise drunk was still a promise.
Raised on “keep your word or else,” I cooperated with these silly idols.
The status-mentioned Oath of Styx nagged me too.
Plus, carving wasn't hard at all.
Shocked at my own skill.
No hidden talent, though. Probably from the recent Crude Handicraft grace.
Not just sleight-of-hand, but sculpting too? True grace. Come to think, my punches against Daphne's stalker crew felt sharper. Overall handwork efficiency up?
“Wow, Hassan, two done already! At this rate, before dinner! Shit!”
She loved the snake-hiss shit, spamming it now. Like my high school sis.
Made her feel sisterly.
Getting hard thinking of defiling that innocent girl. Self-loathing made it harder.
But unavoidable—cramped, stuffy with a seductive girl. Anyone would.
Plus, she smelled sweetly unlike this world's barbarians.
“Ah!”
Luna dropped her dagger and block. Red blood dripped from her hand.
Her carving looked shaky; accident inevitable.
“Blood... it hurts.”
Pouting, she sucked her thumb.
“Tch, knew it. Gimme your hand.”
Pulling out my cleaned rag-handkerchief from the bathhouse days to wrap it when—
Ding.
『Luna Noxdoty Lv. 3
Status: Curse of Nyx | Curse of Erebos | Curse of Diminished Focus | Curse of Stunted Growth | Oath of Styx』