Chapter 339
Chapter 339
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 339
Chapter Title: Sultan Hassan's First Step #4
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Hippolyte had long legs and stood taller than most people.
I started by gently stroking the smooth, firm insides of her thighs with my palm.
Slick, slrrk—.
Her sweat-slicked thighs felt even better to the touch than I'd imagined.
When I pressed my fingers into them, I loved how they yielded to the shape of my fingers, only to push back with such elastic resilience.
Ugh, th-then, what did you come here for...?
Oh, nothing major—just the paperwork on that rest area survey you mentioned last time.... Hippolyte, why are you sweating so much?
N-no, it's just, hot—, u-ugh, huff—.
It is unusually hot today. I thought summer was over—.
Anyway, got it, just, leave the papers there—.
At the entrance of the tent draped like a curtain.
Hippolyte poked only her face out between the flaps and, even as I tormented her from behind in all sorts of ways, managed to carry on her conversation with Daphne quite skillfully.
Squeeze—.
But her ass cheeks, gripped tight in both my hands.
As I kneaded them like dough, her knees and hips couldn't help but tremble.
I raised one index finger and lightly traced between Hippolyte's ass cheeks. Her pussy was wetter than expected, dripping thin, long droplets all the way down her thighs.
Ahhng—! Ah, ahem, *cough*—.
That's a really unique cough you've got there.
As I stroked over her labia and entrance, Hippolyte couldn't hold back anymore and kicked out one leg wildly.
It was just like a mare trying to shake off a stallion clinging to her rear. But after all the training with her, there was no way I'd get hit by such a blind kick.
I dodged them deftly and kept caressing her pussy with my fingers.
I stroked the parting between her quivering labia—bottom to top, top to bottom—along that slit with genuine care and affection, never rushed or sloppy.
With my other thumb, I slowly circled her clit.
Tremble—.
Hippolyte's body shook so obviously, and my hand was already slick and glistening with the fluids she'd released.
D-Daphne. Got it, just go—. Y-you'll catch a cold—. It's a really bad one, ah, ngh, ughhh... .
I don't catch colds like that, so I'm fine. More importantly, about that rest area you mentioned—.
Hippolyte and Daphne's conversation showed no signs of ending. So, with no other choice, I slowly pressed my hips against Hippolyte's ass.
Wide, birthing hips, an Amazonian ass.
Firm beyond belief from constant workouts, training, and real combat—chewy, even—and now, I was about to taste her pussy.
Slick, sllick—.
I rubbed my cock against the outer lips of her pussy, coating the head thoroughly. It also served as a warning to Hippolyte of what I was about to do.
Hiiik, n-no, don't—!
Hippolyte's hands flailed behind her as if trying to push me away.
Don't...? Should I not go through with it? If we miss this chance, the Mars Guild listing might get pushed back to next year.
No, I mean, we have to. Proceed—.
Proceed, she says. Taking that as permission, I rubbed the head teasingly against her impatient body and slowly pierced into her.
Sloooow—.
The tip spread her wet entrance as it slid in.
Her tight inner walls parted around me—the sensation sent shivers up my spine, my cock tingling like it'd been struck by lightning from tip to base.
Gulp—.
Even in this simple insertion, I felt a numbness in the back of my knees and my nape.
I'd felt it before, but her body was so clingy, like slightly melted caramel. The color was similar, too.
“Ugh, feels like I'm gonna cum already.”
I didn't think I was that quick. The twitching sensations inside her, clamping around the shaft, were overwhelming.
This was a pussy designed to wring men dry nonstop. Optimized for extracting semen and getting pregnant. Gold-tier pussy, for sure.
Even I, on my way to becoming the God of Wisdom, cringed at the vulgar metaphor—but right now, nothing else fit.
Haa, heuht, hngh....
Hippolyte, your face is so red. You're tearing up too—oh my god.... You look really bad. Wait, I'll get someone—.
N-no, don't—!
Hippolyte shrieked. At the same instant, her pussy clenched so painfully tight around me that I nearly screamed myself.
The pressure was so intense I worried my cock might shatter—I couldn't thrust deeper or pull out easily and froze in place.
But in that moment of bizarre unity, her pussy gripped me flawlessly, molding to my shape like vacuum-sealed packaging. It felt as comfortable as sliding a sword into its perfectly fitted sheath.
Haa, hngh....
Hippolyte, what's going on in that tent? What are you even doing? Are you messing with me? Even as a Gold Tier adventurer, this is kinda pissing me off.
Oh no, Daphne's mad. Thinking I'd soured things between Hippolyte and her made me feel terribly guilty all of a sudden.
I figured I should stop and pull out—but extracting my cock from that ass sucking it in took real effort. As I struggled to draw it out slowly.
Schlick, squelch—.
It must've hit her inner ridges and folds instead—Hippolyte's knees finally buckled, and she collapsed to the floor.
Ngh, ah, hng—. Th-that's... actually, sorry, Daphne. Truth is, I-I was masturbating....
And from her mouth came the most astonishing confession.
Wh-what!? M-masturbating?
Daphne, hearing it from beyond the tent, sounded utterly flustered, her voice pitching into a shriek.
I couldn't see her face through the thick fabric, but imagining the receptionist Daphne's expression wasn't hard.
She'd probably look just like I did right now.
A frozen, bewildered shock. Admitting to masturbating in front of someone else? Normal mental fortitude couldn't handle that.
It was definitely less embarrassing than getting caught sleeping with me.
Hippolyte's judgment under pressure was superhuman—Gold Tier adventurer through and through.
It was so admirable, and holding a woman like that moved me so much, that I slid my hands around her waist and gripped it firmly.
Her taut yet curved abs felt great under my palms. Unlike my own rock-hard body, hers had that uniquely feminine softness blended with training.
Stroking over them, Hippolyte—face-down on the floor—let out unrestrained moans now.
Haa, haaa, I-I can't stop once I start comforting myself.... Hng, haaah, hngh—.
I-I see. Sorry for interrupting... haha.
S-so, just go....
I'd heard daughters of Mars had strong libidos. Looks like you do too, Hippolyte? Heh heh—. You're always so prim, I figured you weren't into that stuff.
Y-yeah..., ahng, aht—.
Well, yeah, it happens. I touch myself about three days a week too. Anyway, sorry about this. Ahem—, didn't expect it from you, Hippolyte....
Hnght, hngh....
I'll come back later then. Sorry for bothering you—have a good time, hee hee—.
Daphne left with a warm laugh audible even through the tent—one that somehow made it feel even more pathetic.
Only when her presence faded far away did Hippolyte finally pull her head back inside.
She turned slightly toward me and yelled.
“You bastard—!”
Her face was flushed bright red, like it might burst.
“What did you make me say! If she'd caught on, our relationship would've spread all over Sodomora city!”
Her furrowed brow and teary eyes were unbearably beautiful. Mascara smudged by trickling tears.
Seeing the ever-dignified Hippolyte—who carried herself with such poise before anyone—cry for me felt surprisingly good and arousing.
Instead of apologizing, I flipped her onto her back, fondled her soft breasts, and thrust my hips.
Splack, splack, schlop, schluurp—.
Each movement of my hips brought obscene sounds from our lower bodies. Her large breasts bouncing every which way kept things endlessly engaging.
So I reached out, grabbed them, and kneaded them freely to my heart's content.
Squish-squish—.
“Ngh, hnght—.”
Did anyone else know that the woman who always wore armor and spoke so rigidly had such soft, massive tits? Probably not.
Hippolyte was famous enough as a Gold Tier adventurer that her name spread to other cities.
But how she blushed, the moans she made with each hip thrust, the way tears welled up—only I knew that for sure.
“L-let go—! You cultist bastard, you're just a filthy cultist, nghhh, ahng, hng, haat, you're nothing but a cultist—!”
“Bear my children, Lady Hippolyte. About twelve of them—.”
“Tw-twelve...!?”
Hippolyte thrashed beneath me in genuine shock.
I pinned her down with my weight and 15 Strength, hugging her close as I drove my cock between her spread legs.
Schlop, schlup, squelch, splurch, splurch, splurch—.
I'd long wanted to impregnate Hippolyte.
Her huge breasts, long toned legs and ass—they all screamed motherhood, destined for her womb.
She earned well, cooked great, kept her body in peak health—she'd make the best mother.
“N-noo, haaah, l-let gooo—, I-I don't want your babies—! T-twelve's too, too many...!”
Hippolyte writhed to escape me.
But each time, her pussy clenched tighter around my cock, refusing to let go—and I felt my climax surging.
“Barbarian bastard, cultist spawn, hnght, ah, ngh, ngh—.”
Her moans mixed with insults turned me on so much that I sealed her mouth with my lips.
The Hippolyte who'd been bucking wildly moments ago now wrapped her arms and legs around my waist and back, holding on tight.
“Haaah, slurp, hnghaa—.”
She licked my lips and tongue so devotedly it felt like she was the starving one.
Looking back, her libido was intense—once ignited, nothing else mattered.
Oblivious to her shame, legs wrapped around me and hips splayed wide, I pistoned into Hippolyte from above with full sincerity.
Unlike the naturally soft and delicate Luna, or Elfriede—whose first time required careful, delicate handling.
Hippolyte's toned body could take my superhuman stamina and strength full-force.
“Hoo, cumming, inside, gonna cum inside...!”
“Ahng, aaht, aaa, ahng, ahhat, haat, hnght, hng—!”
Schlup, splurch, splurch—.
Remembering Hippolyte's fantasy of being ravished by a barbarian, I pounced on her like a Samaritan starved in the wilds for days without a woman.
I pinned her writhing shoulders, suckled her huge breasts, licked her raised arms, nape, ears—every visible inch.
“N-no, not there, not there, hnght—.”
But while she ignored licks elsewhere, when I went for her smooth armpit, she desperately shoved my face away.
“Nooo, I said no—!”
Wasn't she already spreading her legs for me? Her most private pussy impaled on my most private cock—and yet something was more shameful?
Whatever it was, it fueled my challenge enough.