Chapter 338
Chapter 338
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 338
Chapter Title: Sultan Hassan's First Step #3
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Noble recommendations.
With recommendations from four nobles for constructing a temple, I was now officially permitted to build one on this Gaia continent.
Including donations gathered from here and there, plus 100 gold borrowed from Luna, I had scraped together a thousand gold.
I wandered around, selling my soles to scout suitable plots in the south and east gate districts.
"Land? For a thousand gold? Yeah, I could sell you a plot for that. My son's just starting up a merchant company, and I could use the cash right about now."
The landowner in the east gate district grinned wide, looking thrilled.
At first, he'd been on high alert when he realized I was the Samaritan who'd set fire to the city.
But the moment he saw the chest full of gold coins I was carrying, his guard dropped.
"So, Mr. Samaritan, what's the purpose? What're you buying land for?"
"I'm going to build a temple."
"Oh, a temple, huh? I hear a new priest is coming to Sodomora. Another temple going up in the city? Man, that means property values around here are gonna shoot up again."
Temples were like public amenities. Apparently, no residents hated having one nearby.
Land near temples was called the divine sphere and traded at premium prices. The landowner, looking even happier, probed casually again.
"What kind of temple? We've already got Mars, Minerva, Venus, and Juno in the city, so is it a temple to the God of Light? I heard you went to Delphi, Mr. Samaritan."
The landowner trailed off, saying rumors were flying that a priest of Light dispatched from Delphi was heading to Sodomora.
I answered carefully to his beaming face.
"A temple to Pluto—no, more precisely, to his son."
"W-what? You sure I heard that right?"
"Yes."
His expression changed drastically at my words.
He looked like he'd gotten indigestion or realized he'd left his wallet in the middle of the park—fidgeting anxiously—before finally sighing and speaking.
"W-well, on second thought, this land's an inheritance from my father. Can't sell it. Sorry about that."
"I see."
That made five rejections already.
No one was willing to sell to me like this. Finding a plot suitable for a temple had become a grueling ordeal.
Incredible—carrying a chest of gold coins most people never touch in a lifetime, and I still couldn't snag a single patch of dirt for my temple.
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"They're all scared, Hassan. If word gets out they sold land to a follower of Pluto's son, they could face punishment under kingdom law."
This was Hippolyte's office in the Mars Guild. I'd come to report on the temple construction progress at her request.
She responded to my complaint about no one selling land with that.
Even so, turning down money? The oppression of Pluto's followers ran deeper than I'd imagined.
Hippolyte perched on her field desk.
Her usual armor hung on a rack, and today she wore a simple red dress like any woman.
Maybe because of that, her skirt hem rode up as she sat, exposing long, taut thighs in a dangerously tempting way. I wanted to touch them. Would she let me if I asked?
As I pondered that, Hippolyte spoke.
"Probably no one in Sodomora will sell land to you, Hassan. The kingdom granted permission knowing that—which is why they allowed you, Pluto's son, to build a temple."
"The kingdom knew I'd go through all this trouble?"
"Yeah. I knew too. All the nobles who signed off for you did as well. You could scour east, south, west, and north gates—no one's selling to you."
"Damn it."
"But I could introduce you to someone who might sell you land fit for a temple."
"Really?"
I jumped up from my chair in joy. So thrilled I nearly buried my face between Hippolyte's thighs right there and sobbed.
My transcendent patience barely held me back.
Swish.
Hippolyte narrowed her slender eyes at me standing abruptly.
"More importantly, Hassan. I heard you ended up in... that kind of relationship with the mage...?"
Svelte, of all people to bring it up—Hippolyte. It hit me like a body blow out of nowhere during a soccer match.
"...Who told you about that?"
I wondered if Paranoya, the loose-lipped one, had blabbed everywhere. But Hippolyte's answer was unexpected.
"Noxdoti came all the way here to vent. Took some effort to calm her down. Not that I'm in any position to talk... Still, Hassan, have you decided to fully embrace being a polygamous husband now?"
"Well... looks like it."
"I see."
Hippolyte fell silent. We often trained aura alone together.
She was surprisingly chatty, babbling about this and that when it was just us. This silence felt awkward—I wasn't used to it.
"Aren't you a bit hot? My office here doesn't get much breeze, despite being a field tent setup outside."
Suddenly, Hippolyte started fanning her skirt hem.
Her glossy thighs peeked deep inside, drawing my eyes instantly.
Flutter, flutter.
Staring blatantly at a woman's body felt rude, so superhuman restraint let me hold back.
"Truth is, they're burning fallen leaves in a bonfire behind my tent. Makes it hotter."
Sure enough, it felt warm for autumn. A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead.
Hippolyte fanned her skirt so vigorously she moved to her chest, sweat beading on her neck and cleavage. I wanted to lick it.
"It's pretty stifling, yeah."
"Is it? Should I put out the bonfire outside? It's for something important, though."
Hippolyte kept fanning herself.
Each movement wafted a faint sweaty scent mixed with sweet, fragrant perfume, clouding my mind.
"Hassan, your leather clings— you look so hot and pitiful. I'll get my fan out special for you. It's expensive—worth a whole gold. Somewhere in the bottom drawer here."
Hippolyte slid under the desk, rummaging in the lower drawer.
Bending over lowered her head and arched her back.
She ended up presenting her ass to me in a cat-like yoga pose, utterly seductive.
Her short dress barely covered her thighs, flashing firm rear and a hint of buttock—I nearly yelped in shock.
But my god-becoming transcendent patience endured.
"Hmm, can't find it. I organized it properly, but it vanishes when I need it."
Oblivious to my fluster, Hippolyte kept groping under the desk.
After a while, she gave up and straightened up.
"Samaritan, why are you standing there all awkward?"
"It's nothing."
Her brown eyes slitted suspiciously.
"Wait, Hassan, did you steal my fan?"
Calling me a thief out of nowhere? I nearly leaped.
"No! I don't even know what it looks like!"
"Don't lie, Hassan. When I mentioned it cost a gold, you snuck it into your pocket while I wasn't looking, right? After I hyped it up as expensive."
She seemed convinced I'd swiped her fan.
A gold fan? Sure, I'd want to touch it. But this was a total false accusation.
As I opened my mouth to explain, Hippolyte pointed sharply.
"Isn't that my fan hidden in your pants? I noticed your suspicious stance. That'd be just the size if you grabbed it."
"No, that's not—"
She pointed right at my oblivious, standing erection.
I'd shifted my hips back awkwardly to hide it, but she thought I was anxious about stealing.
"Hand it over quick. No need to raise voices between us, right? If not, I could take it by force."
Swish.
Hippolyte closed in without moving her legs visibly. How she invaded my space so smoothly baffled me.
Before I could react, something climbed my thigh—obviously her palm.
I was too shocked to even yell. Her hand stroked over my leather pants, brow furrowing slightly.
"What's this? Thought it was mine, but no."
"Uh, that's..."
"Hassan, you're as beastly as ever. Where in our talk did you find time to get this hard?"
Swish.
She gripped my standing member firmly over the pants. It strained painfully, ready to burst.
"Hassan, explain why it's like this."
"Well..."
"Come on, why...? If you don't explain properly, I could tell Noxdoti, who's already venting about your shamelessness."
Gods, tell Luna—already on edge over Elfride? She'd split me top to bottom. Had to prevent that.
"Tell the truth."
Swish, swish.
Her hand delved deeper into my pants.
My sweat-slicked, hot member felt alien in her slender fingers.
Screw it.
"Your ass was so hot, Hippolyte..."
"M-my ass was hot...? Hmph, even awakened to divinity, you're still a barbarian, Hassan! Hot? I didn't train my body to hear such lewd words."
"Sorry."
"You got aroused watching me flail around looking for that fan to cool you off...?"
"Y-yeah."
"I never meant to seduce you. Seeing you pop for any woman makes Noxdoti's worries totally valid—"
She squeezed hard, calling me no better than a beast.
It hurt—I nearly screamed—but taking this blame felt unfair, so I defended myself.
"B-but you're not just any woman, Hippolyte."
"T-true..."
"Showing off those tempting tits and ass, how could I not get like this?"
"Yeah, makes sense. I'm a pretty Amazon with big breasts. Hmph... Thinking back, it's not your fault, Hassan."
"Exactly. Not my fault."
"Hmm..."
Hippolyte hummed long, withdrawing her hand from my waistband.
Seemed I'd talked my way out, but she rummaged in her desk and showed me a long, thin cord.
"Your excitement from my glimpsed skin leading you to force yourself on unwilling me—natural, right? I'd be gagged by your hand, unable to scream. Hands bound just in time with this cord here."
"Wh-what..."
"Come on, Hassan. You'd threaten and bully me into giving the name of someone who'll sell you land?"
My vision spun dizzily.
This was Hippolyte's hunting ground—I was the gazelle bitten by the puma.
My horns were worthless toys against her fangs.
I took the cord from Hippolyte and bound her wrists.
A loose tie that'd slip with a tug, but she seemed thrilled anyway.
She was bound, yet I was the pitiful cricket in the spiderweb—a bizarre twist.
Svelte, might as well satisfy my lust now. I'd be no mere cricket—I'd devour the spider as the badass cricket.
Swish.
I propped the bound Hippolyte against a tent pole, ass to me, lifting one leg.
Hiking up her dress and red thong string revealed her pretty bald pussy, parted slightly by the raised leg.
Already slick with lewd juices, ready to take me without foreplay.
But instead of thrusting in, I slipped a finger inside.
From the entrance, it clenched densely—athletic women felt different even here.
Gulp.
"Ahk—"
"Why make that sound?"
"S-something suddenly enters, of course you—euk, haaht—"
Gulp, gulp.
I slowly curled the finger inside.
Her held leg trembled, knees buckling threateningly.
"U, uu, haht, ng..."
But the real issue came next.
Lady Hippolyte, you in there?
Someone called her name from outside the tent.
Hippolyte panicked, clenching so tight around my finger it hurt.
Lady Hippolyte, you have documents to process today—
"D-Daphne. Hassan, stop a sec, uu, euk—. Ahng...!"
She clamped her mouth to stifle leaking sounds.
"A-are you mad? Daphne's right outside—"
But I was already pulling out my raging member. Learning Daphne was there had made Hippolyte squeeze intensely.
I couldn't resist wondering what inserting now would do.
"H-Hassan, this isn't a joke."
"I'm not joking either. Hippolyte, bear my child—"
"Ch-child!?!"
She yelped in shock.
Oh, Lady Hippolyte? You there too? Mind if I come in?
"No! Don't!"
I yanked her dress down from top to bottom, stripping her.
As flustered, naked Hippolyte flailed unsurely, I'd already aimed my member at her rear.
Swish.
Simultaneously, she stuck only her head out between the tent flaps.
Daphne, what is it? I cleared my schedule today.
Oh, nothing major—. More importantly, your face looks awful. You okay?
N-no, nooo, euk, ahauu....
What's with those weird noises...?
Hmph, just coughing. Hmph, u, uu—
Hippolyte busily made odd sounds with her head out.
Reason: my hands kneaded her presented ass, spreading and squeezing repeatedly.
Each firm cheek shift inevitably stimulated her labia, making stifled moans escape uncontrollably.
Something wrong inside? Why's your face twitching so...?
N-no, nothingg, nothhingg, huaa, huugruu.... Hmph, think I caught a cold. *Cough, cough*—
Hmph... Lady Hippolyte with a cold...? Ever happened before? Hm—
Daphne hummed suspiciously.
Maybe mad at my tongue from her spine down, Hippolyte shook her ass left to right—for my eyes only.
Angry, sure. But so lewd and erotic—I couldn't hold back.
Gulp. Sluuuurp—
Aang!
...Aang...?