Chapter 24
Chapter 24
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: Luna Baby-Making Date #4
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Luna stripped off her thin clothes and accessories one by one, letting them drop limply to the floor.
Her face, illuminated by the candlelight, was flushed red like a balloon about to burst.
She bit her lower lip hard, her body trembling visibly, radiating utter embarrassment and bewilderment, as if she had no idea what to do.
Of course, I was just as flustered and thrown off.
I'd figured I'd just massage her back or palms at most—something tame like that—so this unexpected exposure left me with no choice but to object.
"Hey, why are you taking off all your clothes?"
"B-Because... you said you'd do to me what you did with the innkeeper... So, to keep them from getting wet, I have to take them off first..."
Her voice trailed off weakly, on the verge of tears, and my mind spun halfway to madness.
Fuck, what the hell did that innkeeper do to me that led to this? I racked my brain furiously, trying to recall the drunken night I couldn't remember.
But there was no way those blacked-out memories would surface now. Fuck!
"..."
While I was lost in that tormented haze for a split second,
Luna delicately covered her chest and between her legs with her hands, then lay face-down on the bed like she was collapsing. She buried her face in the pillow and mumbled,
"P-Please... just make it quick..."
"Hmm—uh, alright, I'll make it quick."
I approached the bed cautiously.
I had no clue where to look. But with her face buried in the pillow, she wouldn't know where my eyes were anyway.
So, since things had come to this, I decided to slowly savor the sight of her backlit by the lantern's glow.
Maybe due to poor nutrition growing up, Luna's build was on the petite side compared to women in this world.
Her back view had a dainty charm to it. Even so, her pert little hips swelled cutely, her slender waist flowed into a supple spine with its own elastic curve.
Curves.
Yeah, curves.
Everything I'd seen so far in this world was just sweat-stinking muscles or bony skeletons. Those were all sharp angles, far from soft, flowing curves.
In that sense, the shock and impact of Luna's naked form was enough to rattle my brain thoroughly.
The only other naked body I'd ever seen in person was when I'd accidentally caught Elfriede undressing once.
I'd gotten a harsh slap for it and ended up bedridden for days. Fuck, my cheek still stings thinking about it.
I'd even asked three times if it was okay to knock and come in. Pisses me off just remembering. Fuck, anyway.
Witnessing a woman's nude body like this sent my mind into overdrive, flooding it with random bullshit thoughts. My brain probably couldn't process the visual input straight-up and was trying to escape reality.
What if I just put my hand here?
"Hey, Luna. I'm gonna touch you."
"..."
No response. Taking her silence as assent, I slowly sat near her thigh and placed my palm on her slim waist.
Smoooth—
She flinched.
Her body trembled under my palm, her fear and tension transmitting without hiding a thing.
Next came the chill of damp coolness... and a softness beyond what I'd imagined.
Was a woman's body naturally this slender and soft?
Exaggerating a bit, her waist was narrow enough to fit in my two palms. If I squeezed, my handprints would probably leave clear marks on that pale, smooth skin.
For someone barely eating one meal every two days, her sides had a nice soft fold to them—pretty satisfying to touch. And she smelled great, fresh from her bath.
I could've kept kneading or stroking her sides forever, but instead, I placed both palms side by side on her narrow back and applied short, firm pressure.
"Hnng—"
Crack!
"Gyaaah—!"
The sound from her tiny back wasn't a little girl's—it was like a house beam collapsing.
At the same time, an uncontrollable scream escaped from where her face was buried in the pillow.
"O-Ow! It hurts!"
She flailed her limbs, kicking the bed wildly with her heels. I calmly placed my palm back on her back and said,
"It's normal to feel pain at first. Keep going, and it'll feel good. You'll end up begging me for more."
"Th-There's no way this feels good—"
Crack!
"Kyaaah!"
Everyone's different, sure. But I'd never heard such loud cracking from someone's back before. Did that mean her body was that twisted and misaligned?
Anyway, as I probed her back with my fingers, I vaguely felt blocked blood flow starting to release.
Her skin, chilled from the cold shower, began warming with life. But no curse text appeared.
Guess I had to press the spots.
"Whew, hnn... I-Is it over?"
"What're you talking about? We haven't even started."
I reached out again to Luna, sprawled like a drying mackerel.
As I gripped her wrist, a ding rang out, and text floated before my eyes.
『Luna Noxdoty Lv. 3
Status: Nox's Curse | Erebos's Curse | Curse of Weakened Concentration | Curse of Stunted Growth』
Fuck, no matter how many times I see it, I can't get used to how many curses this girl has. What the hell kind of kid is she? Wasn't Ideophe Island cursed by the gods themselves? Is that the reason?
Of course, speculating now wouldn't get me answers. So I focused on what I could do.
"Oh."
Shifting my gaze from the text, round red spots like ladybug markings had appeared on her body.
That's when I finally got a sense of how these spots worked.
They only show up after checking her pulse at the wrist, huh.
Peeling back one layer of mystery from my ability felt damn good. Riding that high, I pressed my thumbs firmly into the symmetric spots under her shoulder blades.
They say this shoulder blade area—hard to reach yourself—is a key point for loosening from the shoulders to the neck and upper arms.
My dad said that, anyway. I don't know shit about it; the spots were there, so pressing them probably felt great.
Squeeeze—
As my thick thumbs dug into her soft muscles like they were piercing through—
"Eeeeek—!"
Luna let out a hideous scream utterly unlike her pretty face and thrashed wildly. She bucked so hard my body on top jolted.
But from my short stint at Finley's clinic, I'd learned one thing: with a resisting patient, you gotta pin 'em down hard to avoid getting thrown off.
So I pressed her shoulders with both hands and twisted my thumbs into the spots again, grinding.
"Hiii, gyah, H-Hassan, st-stop... I'm dying, c-can't breathe!!"
"Hey, it's just a back press—don't overreact. It'll be over soon. Close your eyes and count snakes or something. You like snakes, right? Sss!"
"Ah, ah... Ahn...! N-Nooo, m-my lower belly...!"
As I pressed harder with my thumbs, she went rigid like she was having a tickle fit, then shuddered violently.
She couldn't even speak anymore—just gagging noises like she was out of breath.
Ding.
『Cured Luna Noxdoty's Curse of Stunted Growth.』
『Karma Value +10』
Oh, one down. I was grinning wide, mouth in an O—
"Hiiiik—!"
Luna screamed loud enough to shake the room and started soaking the bedsheets!
"What the—?"
Why the fuck was she squirting all of a sudden? I was so flustered I got scared instead. Fuck, did I mess up? Like a Chikorita blasting Hydro Pump—is this bitch Water-type?
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"I-I don't know, I said no... Hnnngh, ughhh... Hic."
Shamed by soaking the bed, she buried her face in the pillow and sobbed.
I'd done a super good deed curing her curse, but I felt like a total asshole inside.
Anyway, her squirting made the bed unusable for more work.
Thinking that, I headed downstairs to the lobby where the innkeeper should be, to get spare sheets.
"Uh, could I get one more blanket? Something to lay on, if possible..."
"Huh? She didn't squirt, did she? That pink-haired girl."
How'd he know? Do veteran innkeepers get future sight after a few years?
"Makes sense—with your skilled hands. I squirted too. Multiple times, actually."
"Ah—."
Fuck, I didn't wanna know that truth. I just wanted to bail.
"Anyway, gimme the blanket."
"Gotta charge 2 copper extra, but since it's you, freebie today. Just air it out outside. And can you pick up where we left off from yesterday...?"
I grabbed a spare from the storeroom and headed back. Opening the door, I saw Luna curled up, huddled under the coverlet rolled into a ball.
"Eek—!"
She yelped at the sight of me and tucked her head fully inside.
Playing turtle? New voodoo? Whatever—might as well cure all her curses tonight. Strike while the iron's hot.
I approached her huddle, slipped my hand in, and yanked her thin ankle.
Sliip—
Her leg slid out limply, like a snail peeking from its shell. Smooth leg sprouting from the blanket. Oh, spots here too.
I gripped her trembling, unresisting ankle and eyed her tiny sole.
Smaller than my palm—pure feminine foot vibes.
For a barefoot savage, no calluses, all soft.
No scars either. Well-maintained, surprisingly. Anyway, time to press the spots—
"N-No, not the soles! Y-You can't touch there carelessly!"
As I went to pinch her Achilles tendon between thumb and finger,
She sprang up from her pillow fort, flopping in resistance. But it barely fazed me—my Strength at 4 was beefier than usual.
Finley resisted foot massages too, huh? She's from this continent, fine. But Luna's from Ideophe Island, right? Not continental.
Before pressing, I asked her something I'd wondered.
"Why not here?"
"B-Because... it's a person's weak spot. Only lovers or spouses can touch or show that."
Ah, got it. Yeah, the Achilles is a classic weak point. Injury there messes up walking bad.
But no way I'd pass up this chance.
"It's fine, I'll be super gentle—no injuries."
"Th-That's not the issue, ah... Hnnngh... Haa..."
If melting ice cream could scream, it'd sound just like Luna now.
Goofy or sexy depending on your ear, but anyone who's had their Achilles grabbed would make those noises—I get it.
"N-No, Hassan, st-stop... Haa, ugh, nn...!"
Her nonstop moans were making my ignored junior stiffen up, which was getting awkward.
Smooth naked Luna beyond that blanket, after all.
If I were this world's savage instead of a 21st-century intellectual, ripping it off and pouncing wouldn't be weird at all.
"Hnn, hiii—something's coming—it's tingling! Hiii...!"
Ding.
『Cured Luna Noxdoty's Curse of Weakened Concentration.』
『Karma Value +10』
As my head filled with pink excitement, the ping and text snapped me out of it.
Two curses down already. Smooth sailing—
Shiiiiver—
My hackles rose; the air turned icy. Not imagination—the room's temperature plummeted, frost creeping everywhere.
Crack, crack—like ice cracking. What the fuck, Ice Age hitting this shithole world now? Worst fucking planet.
Stupid thoughts like that,
When the foot I held slipped back under the blanket with a swish. Then a chilling voice from within.
"You dare, mortal."
"...The fuck?"