Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Small Night #2
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“Then head to the corner room on the top floor.”
With the innkeeper’s brief instructions, I took the room key and headed up to the third floor—the highest level of the inn.
There were five rooms on the third floor. They were like suites, costing a pretty penny at two silvers per night. Who would’ve thought I’d ever book a room in a place like this?
Room 1—.
Room 2—.
Room 3….
I traced the plaques on the firmly shut doors, reading the numbers until I finally found the corner room the innkeeper had mentioned.
『Intermission.』
“Ah, here it is. The last room.”
Click, creak.
Unlocking the latch and opening the door revealed a fairly spacious room at a glance.
Curtains fluttered in the breeze, and on the chair and desk, a faint incense candle burned, giving it a touch of luxury. Shit, there’s even paper and a pen.
Who’d have thought I’d end up in a room this pricey? More importantly, why’s there only one bed?
I was pretty sure I’d ordered a twin-bed room. But there was just a single double-sized bed sitting there all by itself.
Did they mess up the order? Or did I get so drunk I mixed up twin and double? No, I wasn’t that wasted.
I should probably tell them it’s wrong. But dragging myself back downstairs to the lobby? What a hassle. Just then, I heard a rustle from behind me.
“Wh-what are you doing? Aren’t you going in?”
It was Luna. For some reason, her hair and body were drenched.
“What the hell? Why are you all wet?”
“I-I have to wash up before bed.”
“Didn’t you go to the bathhouse this afternoon?”
“…I always bathe twice a day.”
Luna was cleaner than I’d expected. Come to think of it, whenever we traveled together, she always smelled like sweet incense or perfume. Her pink hair was silky too.
Her skin was smooth and flawless, especially for someone wearing such revealing clothes. Shit, what’s her secret? I feel like I’m roughing up day by day.
“Anyway, l-let’s go in. I-it’s c-cold.”
“You should’ve dried off properly, you idiot.”
I scolded her the way I used to with my little sister, as she shivered.
After all the hardships we’d shared and the talks we’d had, the awkwardness between Luna and me had faded. Now it really felt like we were comrades.
Of course, that’s just how I felt—who knows what she thought.
“Hey, Luna. There’s only one bed. You okay with that?”
“Th-the size is big enough. We can share it. A single bed is cheaper than two anyway.”
“True.”
She had a point. One bed cost less than two. And after sleeping together in that cramped tent, we’d built up some camaraderie, right?
No reason we couldn’t share a room now.
Even so.
Still, sharing a bed with a girl stirred up my inexperienced heart and lower half.
My face flushed hot, and the slight buzz from the alcohol started to fade.
Thinking about it, wasn’t this a chance to touch Luna’s body again?
The memory of that soft flesh against my palm, that gentle sensation—it made my dick harden like steel, straining against my pants without me even doing anything.
Plop.
Lost in those heated thoughts, I watched as Luna flopped down in the center of the fluffy quilt-covered bed.
She buried her face in the pillow, kicking her legs playfully, looking like an excited young lady.
“It’s just dust.”
“…”
Luna said nothing. She was usually chattering nonstop like a parrot with honey on its beak, but tonight she was unusually quiet. Tired, maybe?
The atmosphere grew awkward and still, drying out my lips. My breathing sounded loud in my nose.
“Anyway, let’s wrap this up and sleep. I’m beat, and tomorrow’s gonna be busy.”
With that, I slowly approached Luna, who was lying face-down. No response from her.
She’d had some drinks, and it was the first night back from our trip—maybe she’d crashed from exhaustion?
Swoosh.
But those emerald eyes peeking up at me from beside the pillow told me she wasn’t asleep.
“Alright, I’ll start with your wrists.”
I gently lifted Luna’s arm, resting lightly on the covers. As always, it was incredibly slender and delicate.
How did such fragile arms swing that Silence Totem? No wonder she got muscle aches.
Ding.
『Name: Luna Noxdoty Lv. 8
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Vitality: 1
Aura Wall: Flailing》Gluttony Lover》
Status: Nox’s Curse》Erebos’s Curse》Mild Growing Pains》Mild Arousal』
What’s this?
The text floating before my eyes showed more info than before.
Not just status, but stats like strength and agility too. It threw me off, not matching my expectations.
Come to think of it, when the text first appeared with Elfriede, it was detailed like this too.
Why the difference? Had I grown from my experiences? No idea.
Anyway, I stopped overthinking and examined the text closely.
What jumped out was Mild Arousal. Maybe from the expedition or the gift I gave her today, hyping her up?
Her pulse was racing, and despite the cold water bath, her skin felt feverishly warm—like early hypertension from excitement.
“Alright, starting with the wrists.”
“…”
Luna didn’t reply, so I took her silence as assent and pressed about five centimeters below her wrist, on the Nei Guan point with its red spots.
Squeeze.
They say pressing here reduces stress and calms the mind and body.
I’m not big on acupoints, but I’d seen results before, so maybe something would happen.
“Ngh…”
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“M-mmph…”
A woman’s body is more delicate than you’d think, so gauging pressure is tricky. I massaged her wrist gently, circling my fingers.
Her body, rigid with tension, started to loosen up.
“Fuu…”
A small sigh from Luna. Then, ding—with the sound effect, text appeared.
『Healed Luna Noxdoty’s Mild Arousal.』
『Karma Value +10』
『Current Karma Value: +27』
Nice, Karma Value gained. I could use it to boost abilities, borrow divine power, or upgrade my necklace—the more, the better.
“How’s that? Feel better?”
I asked, assuming her “hypertension” was sorted. Face still in the pillow, she murmured softly.
“A little…”
“Now I’ll do your shoulders, back, and the rest of your body.”
Luna was still dealing with Mild Growing Pains.
Last massage got interrupted by night watch, and her rapid level-ups meant these pains lingered unusually long.
So I straddled her thighs lightly, using both thumbs to press and circle the hollows near her shoulder blades.
Proper pressure and spin—key to a good massage.
“Haaa…”
Just that, and her body melted, going limp like jelly.
Massaging spots you can’t reach yourself has this relaxing magic. No idea why, but it does.
“Ah, ngh…”
“Hurts?”
Even gently, it might hurt with her sore muscles. I checked if the pressure was right.
“Tell me if it does.”
“I-it’s fine. Bearable…”
Bearable means it hurts.
So I eased up more, stroking rather than kneading, using thumbs and palms on her shoulders and sides.
Just gliding over the skin promotes circulation enough.
Swoosh, stroke.
“Haaa…”
My hands soon drifted to her armpits.
As I’d said before, stimulating the lymph nodes there is crucial for massage. And honestly, I wanted to touch.
To feel that soft skin again. If only I could sniff it too—nah, I’d get slapped.
“Ngh… heehee, hahaha! T-tickles, Hassan—!”
Yep, armpits are ticklish. Luna writhed more than I expected. Sensitive to stimuli?
“Heehee, hehe!”
She kept closing her arms to hide, so I positioned them above her head like a pillow.
“Bear the tickles a bit. We did this before. Arms up.”
“Hee, heehee—b-but, hng…”
Press, squeeze.
I pressed the lymph nodes with just-right force, circling clockwise.
Sweat—mine or hers?—glistened around us.
Squeeze.
Her soft armpit flesh had my dick swelling to bursting.
Like last time, it poked between her thighs and ass, but Luna, being dense or massage-focused, didn’t notice.
This was less massage, more my lust spilling over. Who knew male desire could drive such boldness?
“Ah… ang… ngh…”
Rubbing her armpits long enough, she let out breathy moans, clutching the quilt.
Last time I was too distracted to notice, but now? These weren’t just “that feels good” sounds—something more.
“Ahh… aaang… hng…”
With her warm breaths as backing track, I subtly ground my throbbing-hard dick between her ass cheeks.
Stroke-stroke.
She won’t notice.
Guilt from the naughty act mixed with pure thrill—had anything ever felt this exciting?
Shit, these damn Crocodile-leather pants are too thick. If they were thinner, or just underwear.
Or naked altogether—what would that feel like? Rubbing my raging cock directly on her soft bare skin? My grinding sped up with the thought.
“Ha, Hassan… n-ngh… aaang… n-now, th-there… I think that’s enough…”
“Ah, uh, yeah.”
Her sudden call of my name startled me; I froze my hands and hips. My fingers floated in the air.
“S-so, where next? Or stop?”
“An-ankle…”
“Right, your ankle twisted.”
To reach her ankle, I had to slide down, losing my subtle grinding spot.
Regrettable, but unavoidable. Jerk off before bed later, shit.
Moving to the bed’s foot, I eyed her ankle. Petite, adorable soles and slender toes.
A thin ankle with an anklet looped like a hula hoop.
So fragile—how did it support her weight? My hand could almost circle it with room to spare.
Though thicker than last time around her ankle and calf. Swollen from walking?
Personally, I like slim ankles widening into calves. Never confessed—pervert vibes.
“Gonna rotate your ankle a bit. Say if it hurts.”
“M-mhm.”
Squeeze.
For sprains, don’t press hard—could worsen it.
I held her foot, circling the joint to check, being extra careful.
No catches, no blocked flow. She’d be fine after a good sleep, no treatment needed.
Quitting the ankle, I turned to her plump, cute sole. Always so dainty and charming barefoot.
No wonder you’d treasure it like a weakness or jewel. I brought my face to her left toes, between them.
Sniff-sniff.
“Wh-why sniff!? Wh-what!?”
“No, no smell at all.”
“I-I washed… B-be gentle… Don’t smell…”
“Got it.”
I said that, but soles actually benefit from firmer pressure.
Like flicking a knuckle-rapping, I clenched my fist, prodding the middle knuckle sharply into the Yongquan point on her sole’s upper center.
Where it dips like the “person” radical when flexed.
Squeeze.
“Ha—!”
Her body arched like a salted slug.
Makes sense—Yongquan’s said to revive the dead it’s so potent. Dad exaggerated, but still.
Anyway, it recovers fatigue, cures insomnia, boosts heart, reduces swelling—shit, tons of effects. Alternative medicine’s all vague like that.
“Hngg! I-it hurts, Hassan! Hurts!”
“Foot massages hurt at first—that’s how they help. You’ll love it soon.”
“Hurts! Oww! Eeeek!”
Her vivid pain reactions reminded me of Elfriede’s first foot massage. She’d twisted like this too—I even got slapped.
But once hooked, she’d get mad if not firm. Massages addict you to intensity, turning pain to pleasure.
“Hgyaaa—!”
Luna seemed in too much agony, so I pulled back. She slumped, panting heavily.
But my hands didn’t stop, trailing from ankle to calf to thigh. Wanted to feel those soft, smooth thighs.
In her dazed state, under massage pretense, maybe some kneading?
Stroke.
Squish.
She said nothing as I kneaded her thigh. Just twitched like electrocuted fish.
Chance! I slowly slid my palm deeper inward.
For later jerk-off fuel, better memorize the sticky details.
“N-nngh…”
“Say if it hurts.”
Reminding us—and myself—this was “massage,” not groping.
“Ha, Hassan… n-not there… a-a bit higher…”
“A-a bit higher…? H-here?”
“…”
[Author's Note]
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