Chapter 38
Chapter 38
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Swamp Native Hassan #5
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I stared at Luna's white, smooth armpit and, without any self-restraint, blurted out a sudden thought.
"Egg cramped up? Want me to loosen it for you...?"
"...Huh?"
After Luna let out a brief questioning sound, a very short silence spread through the cramped tent. I had no choice but to sink into regret over what I'd just said.
The massage I'd mentioned wasn't the usual kind meant to relieve curses or fatigue—it stemmed purely from wanting to touch Luna's body.
I didn't have much experience with women, but according to my gut feeling, women could spot a guy's lecherous side right away.
Even if Luna had her airheaded and innocent moments—no, especially because of that—she might sense my shady intentions like some herbivore with keen instincts.
Ha, damn it. Things had finally been getting cozy with Luna, but now it'd get awkward, wouldn't it?
"What did you just say, Hassan?"
No way. Either Luna hadn't heard, or she was pretending not to, as she asked me again.
Now I had two choices.
Play dumb and brush it off.
Or man up and stick to my guns.
In those few short seconds, as an indescribable conflict raged inside me, it felt like my lower half—my dick—was yelling, "Go for it!"
But basing life decisions on your dick is a straight path to ruin. So I decided to go with the cold voice of reason from my brain.
And so my brain spoke through my mouth.
"Want me to give you a massage? I'm pretty good at it."
"R-Really...?"
I could see a faint glint of suspicion in her emerald eyes, but she didn't seem as flustered or guarded as I'd feared.
"We might run into heretics tomorrow. Better loosen up now so you can move more comfortably."
"Y-Yeah, that's true..."
Truth be told, I'd massaged Luna's body once before.
But back then, some Nox thing popped out, and her memory went blank, right? So this was practically the first time I'd offered.
Her emerald eyes shook intensely—she seemed to be wrestling in her head over whether it was okay to let this unfamiliar, dark-skinned guy touch her.
"It won't hurt or anything weird. If it gets too much, we can stop."
"Uh, umm... O-Okay, just a little then..."
Jackpot.
"Alright, lie on your stomach."
"L-Like this?"
Flop.
Luna hesitated before turning her back to me, exposing her waist and the backs of her knees. I'd seen it once before, but this time it felt different—way more tantalizing.
Like that saying about learning to dance too late and wrecking the house, this belated awareness of a woman's softness might've rewired my judgment entirely.
"G-Gently, okay? My muscles are all knotted up, so even brushing them hurts."
"Don't worry. First, I'll check your pulse."
Swish-.
As my hand gently grasped her slender wrist, a ding rang out, and text appeared.
『Luna Noxdoty Lv. 3 → 8
Status: Nox's Curse | Erebos's Curse | Severe Growing Pains | Mild Headache』
Leveled up from 3 to 8? Holy shit, blood that'd been pooled stiffly in my dick rushed back to my brain.
What the hell had she done to jump five levels at once? I'd lifted that growth suppression curse from her days ago.
Was that what caused it? Or because she's the daughter of that freakish being, Nox? That's all I could guess.
"H-Hassan. Why my wrist?"
"Luna, you have a headache too?"
"...A little? Just a slight throbbing. Did I mention it? Weird."
"Grabbing your pulse like this lets me sense the general stuff. It's like a secret art passed down among the desert folk in Samaria."
"I-I see. It's not illegal healing, right? The gods hate that kind of thing..."
For a second, I worried she'd report me as an unlicensed healer and make me the star of a stoning festival. How to dodge this...
"Nah, it's not that. Just a massage. Alright, here we go. Climb on if it feels good—heavier is fine, just say so."
"O-Okay. It's not heavy."
Finally, I placed my hand on the nape of Luna's neck, that dipped spot with the red mark. It was the Fengchi point, same as when I'd massaged that witch Nemea before.
I knew the name but forgot what it did.
Now I remembered: it's where blood flows to the eyes, ears, and brain, so pressing it eases circulation, relieves headaches—whatever, not the point right now.
Luna's nape was so thin and fragile, like it might snap under pressure. Instead of my thumb, I used my slimmer index finger to press her Fengchi point.
Press firmly for 3 to 5 seconds—just enough to sting a bit—then circle it to boost the effect.
"U-Ugh..."
Luna shuddered, letting out a pained groan.
"W-What's wrong? Hurts?"
"N-No... My head feels cool... Like someone dumped cold water in my brain..."
"Tell me if it hurts."
"Y-Yeah... It's fine. Stung a little at first... What is this? Feels amazing, ooooh—."
Good sign, anyway.
With a craftsman's focus, I pressed her occiput and nape—squish, squish. Each time, Luna twitched and let out weird "Gyaah-" sounds.
"H-Hassan... This really works...!"
"Of course."
"O-Ohh..."
It happened when Luna shivered like she had goosebumps.
Ding-.
『Resolved Luna Noxdoty's Mild Headache.
Karma Value +10』
Text confirmed her headache was gone smoothly.
Now my trust in this bizarre ability had leveled up too—I fully believed what it said.
Next up: the growing pains.
The red marks for those were scattered all over. Some spots made me question if I should even touch them.
Tensing up in case that terrifying Nox popped out again, I placed my hand on Luna's waist.
"Ugh... M-My waist has knots."
Pressing her erector spinae lightly with my fingers, she predictably writhed with a whine. Normal reaction for bad muscle pain.
No mercy, though.
I wrapped both palms around her slim waist, using the broad pads of my thumbs to gently but firmly press the knots in her erector spinae.
"Haaah... I-It hurts..."
"Hurts?"
Worse than I thought. Ease up a bit.
"Gyaaah..."
Like holding a dove in my hands, with delicate care for something precious, Luna's tense body finally relaxed.
After pressing her waist for tens of seconds to a few minutes...
"Still hurt?"
"I-It did at first... N-Now..."
She trailed off at "now." Her hands gripped the clothes laid out as insulation on the floor, yanking them tight.
"Umm..."
Slurp-.
In that moment, the marks on her thighs vanished. But no completion message.
So I slowly rolled my eyes to her side, then her armpit.
Smooth, soft flesh tucked between her arms. Sure enough, a red mark there too.
"Ha, haha—!"
Brushing her side and armpit, Luna burst into laughter like it was hilarious.
"That tickles!"
Her cheerfulness was nice, but it was bedtime—too noisy, and the other tents might chew us out.
"Shh, everyone's sleeping. Keep it down."
"Got it. B-But that's... kinda embarrassing... Tickles, heehee, so tickly—."
Too late, I'd already started. I was fully engrossed in rubbing her armpit.
"Arms up. Spread 'em—yeah, like that."
"H-Heehee, but it tickles."
Armpits have lymph nodes, stimulating them flushes out waste—something my dad once said. But honestly, that wasn't on my mind.
A woman's armpit for the first time: impossibly smooth and delicate skin.
So thin, my thumb could leave a mark with the slightest pressure.
I kept pressing and circling her armpit. After a few minutes...
"Huuuh..."
Luna, who'd been giggling uncontrollably from the tickling, ran out of steam—or maybe her mood shifted—clamping her mouth shut and twitching.
"Ah, aaah... Ahn..."
The sounds slipping from Luna's lips made my heart pound wildly.
Kneading a woman's body, plus those cute little gasps—my dick got so hard it hurt.
Actually, the rigid bulge was poking her butt through my pants like it wanted to drill through, but Luna was too out of it to notice.
Butt, butt.
Swish-. Squish-.
"H-Hassan, not there!"
"Hold still. Most important spot."
I shifted to her calf area, grabbing her plump, squishy-looking butt with both hands. That butt faintly swaying under her sheer white fabric.
Small enough for one hand each, yet so soft and springy—nothing I'd touched compared.
"Most important...?"
"Yeah."
Truth is, knotted glutes mess with sitting, walking, running—big hassle.
Squish-.
Pressing my thumb in, her butt flesh bounced back elastically.
Warm human temp plus perfect softness, like pudding. Not that pudding compares, but my vocab's limited.
"S-Still, that's... Haaah..."
She tried to speak, but as I pressed and circled her butt with my thumb, she melted.
Thicker flesh there, so firmer pressure works best.
"Uaaah..."
"Hurts?"
"N-Not really hurting..."
Luna clammed up mid-sentence. No need to ask more—I thumb-pressed her butt, or gripped handfuls and squeezed.
No real need to squeeze, but I wanted to. My brakes were busted; I was a runaway train downhill.
"Haat... Aahn... H-Hassan, maybe stop..."
She said something, but it didn't register.
Cool head, hot dick—both chanted "touch-touch" on loop, short-circuiting my brain.
Between that squishy, sticky flesh must be Luna's soft, secret, warm, moist space.
What if I shoved my throbbing, aching thing in there?
"H-Huh... Haa, ahn..."
The tiny A-frame tent, barely big enough for two, filled with Luna's subtle sweaty scent and soft moans.
Sweat from my hands or her body? Her butt now gleamed slick and shiny.
"H-Hassan... This doesn't feel like just a massage... Lemme ask. You... wanna do it... with me...?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"...M-Making a baby... Y-You asked yesterday how babies are made... Eek... And you always sneak peeks at my chest..."
"Th-That's..."
"I... took a vow of chastity... Breaking it means I'll be punished and die... H-Hassan..."
Her sticky voice calling my name burned in my ears. Hassan—Hassan—echoing through my skull.
Hassan, Hassan...
"Hassan, Hassan! Samaria's Hassan! Hey asshole, you asleep already? Your watch shift, man!"
No shit, someone was actually calling me.