Chapter 226
Chapter 226
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 226
Chapter Title: Even Effort Requires Talent #3
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“Hassan, you’re getting more and more robust these days.”
Luna, straddling my lap, ran her palms lightly over my shoulders and arms.
My sturdy build had always been one of my few points of pride.
But lately, after battles teetering on the edge of life and death and grueling training, my body fat had hit an all-time low.
Sometimes, glancing in the mirror, even I was startled by the sharply honed physique staring back.
Stroke, strokestroke—.
Luna caressed my forearms as if fascinated by the transformation.
The soft touch of her slender fingers was somehow ticklish, and the wonderful scent wafting from her body atop mine left me dazed.
Unthinkingly, I raised my hand and stroked her waist.
As my fingers traced the straight line of her back, a soft “Ah—.” escaped her lips, so close to my face.
My rigid member surged, threatening to burst through my pants. Could Luna, sitting on top of me, really not notice?
Slipping down.
At last, she slowly crawled down my body and began undoing the knot of my pants.
No words passed between us, but I understood what she intended.
My heart pounded wildly, and heat flushed my face like I’d been drinking.
“Hassan, it’s gotten so big. It feels like the size changes every time I see it….”
My pants and undergarments tugged down to my knees exposed my throbbing erection to the hut’s air.
The sensation of the cool summer night air against the hot flesh was utterly strange.
And then the fingers wrapping around it—somehow, I still couldn’t get used to it. Being touched by someone else’s hand.
“Haa—. Slurp.”
With growing familiarity, Luna stuck out her tongue and licked from the base of the shaft to the tip.
It felt like my entire body had been licked from bottom to top; a shiver ran up my nape.
Had I ever taught her this?
No, I didn’t think so.
Slurrp, slurrrp—.
Luna kept licking my member with her tongue. It almost looked like a starving person savoring candy or ice cream.
“Haa, huaa—. How’s it feel? Good—?”
Today’s Luna felt unusually proactive.
What was going on? Then I realized about a month had passed since her last menstrual cycle. Was her libido peaking near ovulation?
Of course, the prospect of getting off in her mouth thrilled me.
Slurrp.
Finally, the head began sliding slowly into Luna’s round lips.
“Mmph—.”
Her small mouth soon took in about half of my length.
Did she stop because going deeper might hit her throat?
It was tantalizing, but the moist warmth enveloping me soon had me content.
Slurp, slurrrp.
Luna knelt before me, working her tongue and lips diligently.
Watching her pink hair sparkle in the moonlight streaming through the window, I thought how nice it’d be to fondle her swaying breasts.
So I reached out slowly and grasped one with my hand—.
“Mmmngh—.”
Luna let out a displeased whimper, as if extremely sensitive.
But as I kept kneading, she soon unfastened the jewelry around her neck and shoulders, baring her chest.
Slipping off, squish—.
I caressed her soft breast and the nipple hardening under my touch.
“Mngh, huu, slurp—.”
Her reactions, moaning occasionally around my member, were exquisite.
Sucking my cock while I fondled her soft breast and nipple—what paradise could top this?
My spirit had been worn from recent harsh training, but thinking of reaching Gold Tier and properly coupling with Luna reignited my drive.
“Slurrrp, huu—.”
Luna slathered my member with her saliva until it glistened.
Perhaps her jaw ached from keeping her mouth open, or her neck tired—either way, she spat it out briefly and gripped the tip in her palm.
Stroke, strokestroke.
Her palm glided smoothly over the slick surface, coated in my precum and her spit.
After stroking the shaft a few times, she even twisted her fingers around the glans like uncorking a bottle.
“Urgh—.”
The intense pleasure focused on my swollen glans made my hips buck involuntarily into the air, an embarrassing groan escaping my lips.
“Hassan, does it feel good…?”
She even kept asking teasing questions, clearly enjoying my reactions.
Her upturned eyes half-lidded with heat, the corners of her mouth quirked up—I could tell she harbored a touch of sadism, delighting in my torment.
“Show me your orgasm face, Hassan.”
A true daughter of the night goddess.
Cute by day, seductive by night—that described Luna perfectly.
With the head under constant stimulation, climax rushed upon me faster than ever.
“Guh—.”
So I came.
My member pulsed violently, unprecedentedly, spraying semen everywhere.
My enhanced stamina meant greater volume and force; it splattered Luna’s hand, face, and breasts.
“Hassan, you came a lot. And your face was just my type.”
Luna smiled, delighted. Her white teeth and slight overbite looked rather sharp.
What kind of face had I made? I’d never cared about my expressions, but her words now made my head itch uncomfortably.
“But it’s still so hard.”
She took my freshly spent member back into her mouth. It felt amazing, yet the situation embarrassed me.
It was like she was unilaterally extracting my release.
Did Antiope or Hippolyte feel this ashamed when I’d done the same to them?
Even with Luna, it felt awkward—and thinking of what I’d done to them made me realize how cruel it had been.
“If this went inside, it’d hurt so much. Slurp. Hmmph.”
Luna licked my member lovingly, as if it were something precious.
Even after one climax, the urge built again.
I placed my hand on her head, guiding it downward gently. Her head, chin, and tongue followed in sync.
I slowly lay back, reclining fully.
I wished every day could be like this.
I’d squeeze out one more in her mouth like this.
As I stoked the rising pleasure—
Dingaling, dingaling—.
A bell rang at the garden gate’s fence by the hut’s yard.
Luna and I froze, hastily dressing.
“Who is it?”
Who’d visit as evening deepened?
For a paranoid moment, I wondered if it was Paranoya—but she’d just barge in, so probably an outsider.
Hippolyte, then?
What business at this late hour?
She’d liked Horomable. Here for that?
Tidying myself, I peeked out the window.
A figure in gray robes stood blankly in the yard.
First, I checked build and armament.
Petite, head shorter than me—typical for this world. Robes hid weapons, but no visible sword or club, so not a blatant thug.
Still, could have a hidden dagger, so I watched warily. Luna peered out beside me.
“Who? Not Hippolyte by the size. Not Paranoya either. A guest?”
“No idea.”
The stranger reached out, ringing the bell again: dingaling, dingaling.
“Hassan, guess I should check outside.”
Luna wiped her mouth and body with a cloth, then dressed properly. Her jewelry took time to fasten.
As she finished, the bell rang impatiently again. Whoever it was lacked patience.
When Luna was dressed, I opened the door, stepping out with a club in hand—just in case.
We’d been in the papers lately; some psycho might target or stalk us.
“Uh-oh—.”
But the face under the robe was utterly unexpected, spinning my vision.
A robber would’ve shocked me less.
“Elfriede—.”
“You’re Hassan. Why are you here…?”
“And you—what brings you here?”
Elfriede had gone to the Abyss with her party, hadn’t she?
My mental state plunged into the Abyss.
* * *
Stroke, strokestroke.
Inside the hut, Elfriede shed her robe and glanced around.
She eyed the cluttered first-floor workshop for a while, then spotted the spider peeking from between jars.
Barkbark!
Kkyangkkyang, the hut’s final guardian and last sentinel, shook its rear at the intruder, refusing entry.
Like a cat crouching low before pouncing.
“Such a cute spider. Pretty color too. Wolf spider?”
Elfriede ignored the threat, extending her palm. Kkyangkkyang hopped right on.
Hiyoong.
“Odd cry. Smart little thing.”
Kkyangkkyang, you traitor. Invader in the house, and that tone? Or lulling her into biting a finger?
Watching tensely, Elfriede scratched its back with slender fingers; delighted, it hopped back into the jar.
Spiders truly can’t be trusted.
“Didn’t expect company, so it’s a bit messy.”
Luna entered then, kicking jars and materials aside to clear space for three.
“Sit!”
Elfriede surveyed, her red eyes scanning, then shook her head slightly.
“No need to sit for this. Luna, right? I have something to say to you.”
“To Luna? What?”
Leaning against the wall in the cramped workshop corner, arms crossed, I couldn’t help asking.
Elfriede visiting Luna this late?
Luna and Elfriede.
No connection I knew of.
I couldn’t believe Elfriede stood in this hut—our growing nest.
Was this real?
Stroke.
Elfriede ignored my question, glancing at me briefly before turning deliberately to Luna.
Having partied with her long, I knew that meant “I didn’t say it was for you.”
“Something to say to me? What?”
Scrape.
Luna fetched a small jar, sitting on it.
Elfriede, looking down slightly, spoke.
“First off, nice atmosphere here. Your place? Stylish.”
“Yeah. You’ve got an eye!”
“Even a shower setup. Fancy.”
“Hassan took down the Thieves’ Guild recently. Got the plumbing cheap!”
Luna beamed, eager to show off to the praiser.
I knew she was open-ended, but treating even a rival cleanly?
They chatted casually while I watched, heart pounding uncomfortably.
Like meeting an ex mid-date with the current—except maybe worse.
“Private hygiene at home. Cute and cozy. Mind if I look around? Need to wash up.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
With permission, Elfriede headed to the outdoor shower off the workshop.
Just a faucet, nothing special.
“Toothbrushes—two. Fun. Two floors too. Rustic cabin. Mind the second?”
Stroke.
After the buildup, Elfriede toured like housewarming guests, heading upstairs.
Worried she’d steal or torch the place, I followed.
Upstairs, she was surprisingly tame.
Just glancing around, at the half-open window, or the deerhide blanket on the floor.
“Hmm, two pillows. Cohabiting, maybe? Heard you’re a purity-vowed adventurer, Luna.”
Her eyes fixed on a strange stain on the floor. Luna swept it underfoot.
“S-sometimes a nymph friend visits. You saw her? The one with the round, orange-mushroom head last time.”
“Oh, her. Nymph. Yeah.”
Luna babbled excuses at Elfriede.
Publicly, Luna was a purity-sworn female adventurer.
Our cohabitation leaking could draw scorn.
Hippolyte and Paranoya knew and overlooked, but Luna couldn’t tell Elfriede.
Wise choice.
“Elfriede, you’re not here to snoop. You said you had something to say?”
I urged her to get on with it, hoping to shoo her out.
[Author's Note]
Just why on earth did she come...