Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Little Night #3
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Swish, swiiiish—.
Inside the inn room with its spacious yet not overly large double bed.
The only sounds echoing within were the friction of my palm stroking Luna's skin and the occasional gusts rattling the window.
My buzz from the alcohol had completely faded, leaving me stone-cold sober as I toyed with her flesh. No, this was a massage.
In any case, I'd started kneading her thighs at will—deep in the groin, the hip joints, and the soft, yielding buttocks.
The hip joints, like the armpits, housed lymph nodes crucial for blood circulation and waste removal.
Even so, few women ever allowed a masseur to touch such areas. That's why I'd stuck to the less sensitive spots on Luna's body.
I'd never imagined she'd ask me to work on her hip joints herself.
Then again, muscle pain in the joints was a serious issue. And apparently, the buttock massage I'd given her last time had felt incredibly relieving.
The pleasure and cool relief of an intergluteal cleft massage was indescribable to those who hadn't experienced it. Some people even worked out deliberately to induce soreness just for that.
“Ungh, hnn... haaa...”
After rubbing my thumbs along her hip joints for a while like that, Luna began exhaling hot breaths.
Truth be told, my rationality was already numb beyond numb. Deep down, I wanted to shove aside that thin fabric and bury my face in her ass right then and there.
But a top-tier masseur knew how to control his lust. That was Masseuse 101.
So I imprinted the sensation of a woman's soft hip and groin—uncharted territory for me—deep into my thumbs.
Swish, swiiiish—.
“Ah...”
I'd heard some women get signals from this area since it connected to vital spots—massaging or twisting the flesh could trigger them.
“Ah, ahn... hiaaah...”
Maybe that's why Luna was moaning? Or perhaps she was enjoying the touch of a man's hands, not just the massage?
What the hell do I do?
My rock-hard dick was shoving useless thoughts into my head.
What if I just casually brushed the back of my hand between her legs like that? Swish, just grazing by. Even if she blushed, I could play it off as an accident from shifting position.
With that in mind, I stretched with a big “Huuup—” pretense, letting my thumb and the back of my hand slyly skim the secret crevice between her cheeks.
Swish—.
“Ow, my shoulders are so stiff.”
“Hii, eek...!”
Luna shuddered violently at the touch. I tensed, wondering if she'd say something. But thankfully, she just buried her face in the pillow without a word.
Could this mean... we can go further?
With that thought, I placed my hands back on her ass, gripping those cute cheeks that fit perfectly in one palm. I devoured their softness like a starving man.
Squish, squiiiish—.
The flesh was so pillowy my fingers sank right in, yet firm muscle lay beneath—such a wondrous contrast. How could opposite sensations coexist like this?
And this warm heat... If her ass feels like this, what must her breasts be like?
“Ha, Hassan...”
“Huh? Yeah?”
Her voice made my hands freeze.
“Y'know, actually... I was planning to head back to Ideophe recently.”
“R-Really?”
“I wasn't getting any commissions... Starving was too much... Everyone just seemed awful... So I thought I'd do one last job, and if it didn't work out, I'd go home. That's when I met you, Malco, and old man Platan.”
“I see.”
I responded, but it barely registered what she was saying—or what I was even doing. Her softness and warmth still lingered in my palms.
“Hassan, that day... when we drank together. The day we swore on the River Styx... Actually, that day...”
“You got me drunk on purpose to make the promise?”
“Y-You knew...?”
“Anyone but an idiot would've figured that out. I don't make promises lightly.”
“Y-Yeah... But you didn't get mad, Hassan. You've been so good to me. And I have nothing to give you... I'm a bad girl.”
“...”
I said nothing. The sudden seriousness caught me off guard. And her voice carried a hint of tears, sobering me further.
My rigid erection wilted a bit, reading the mood. Then, from between the pillow, came a sniffle.
“I'm really a bad girl.”
“Don't beat yourself up that much. Everyone lives a little with lies. In the end, we nailed that commission together.”
“N-No... I really am bad. Because the one I admired so much, Lord Nox... now...”
She choked up, pausing. Then her voice continued.
“...Now I like you a little more, Hassan.”
She mumbled something after that, but I couldn't make it out. It didn't matter right then.
She likes me?
It was the first confession I'd ever gotten from someone of the opposite sex. I'd wasted time daydreaming about how it'd feel and what to say if a girl confessed.
But reality didn't match those fantasies. My mind went blank, my chest hollow yet heavy—I couldn't speak.
“...Hassan, do whatever you want with me. My body belongs to Lord Nox... but just for tonight, it's all yours...”
It felt like a hammer to the head. No thoughts came.
My eyes fixed on Luna, trembling shyly.
Yet while my mind blanked, my body reached instinctively for the cleft of her ass and her waist.
“Hn...”
Did she sense the shift in my touch? Her body, relaxed from the massage, tensed up again.
Of course, I was tense too. This was no longer a massage. What came next was uncharted for me as well.
What first?
I'd figured my brain's simulations and audiovisual studies had prepped me. But now, nothing surfaced.
So I opted to start by removing her accessories and thin clothes.
Swish, swiiiish—.
Undressing a woman was unfamiliar; I fumbled a bit. But eventually, her pale skin lay bare before me.
She was face-down, hiding, so I only saw her back, waist, and plump ass.
Plenty hot on its own, but what I craved was the front.
“Sh-Show me your breasts.”
I mustered insane courage to say it. Embarrassment flooded me; my heart pounded so hard my vision swam.
“Turn over for me.”
She flinched.
At my words, Luna twitched a few times before slowly rolling toward me.
Her hands covered her breasts and crotch, but even that sight thrilled me. The fact she'd obeyed meant everything.
Sloooowly—.
I straddled her body, trailing my hands from her belly to her sides, brushing her armpits, finally cupping the breasts I'd only sneaked peeks at before.
“Hnngh...”
Luna exhaled softly as her chest settled. The soft, warm flesh there was the plushest, warmest I'd ever touched.
Squish, squiiiish.
I kneaded them freely with both hands. No matter how much, they never got old.
Above all, her nipples—prominently pink like her hair—stole my gaze.
I teased them gently between thumb and forefinger, watching them harden stiffly. So damn arousing—proof she was reacting to me.
“...Hn... ah... ungh...”
Her thin lips, uttering those heated moans, looked impossibly beautiful. So I pressed mine to hers.
First surprise: Were lips always this soft? Then the firm smoothness of her teeth, cool minty breath, and her shy tongue deeper in.
Slurp, sliiiurp.
Parched, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, swirling clumsily. Even I knew it was amateurish and rote.
“Hn, slrp, mmph, hn... Ha, Hassan, c-can't breathe...”
She wasn't skilled either, so our short, clumsy kiss ended there.
Even so, my heart soared like twenty balloons—unbearable elation.
Kissing felt this good?
After catching our breath, I kissed her again. This time, Luna tried moving her tongue to welcome mine.
“Slrp, sluuurp. Sliiiirp.”
Saliva mingled with wet smacks. Meanwhile, my hands massaged her soft breasts, tickling those stiff nipples.
“Ah, hn... Hassan...”
She murmured my name now and then, like her mind held nothing else.
It thrilled me. Not anyone else—me, claiming this pure girl's everything for the first time tonight.
Tonight, she's fully mine. This girl's mine. Possessive fire surged; my cock throbbed harder.
Before the night ended, I'd taste it all. And mark her indelibly as mine.
With that, I pulled from her lips, trailing kisses to her ear, nape, collarbone, then breasts.
For some reason, I craved sucking those perky nipples. An innate instinct from childhood?
“Eep, eeeep... eep. Haa...”
Smooch, smooch, lick, nibble—.
I teased relentlessly, nipping lightly and laving with my tongue.
The stiff nipples tasted of nothing unexpected, but licking felt oddly addictive.
“Ha, hnng, n... haaang...”
Each time, her body jolted, breaths ragged—such great reactions, I wanted to keep going.
She reacted strongest not to direct licks or bites, but circling my tongue around the areola.
Her hips bucked; unswallowed saliva dripped from her lips.
“Hn, ha, ha... hii, aaah...”
I could do this forever. But my raging lust demanded more direct action.
Slowly, I moved down her body. Luna clenched her thighs shyly, palms shielding her lower half.
I lifted her wrists gently. Sure enough, neat, short pink pubic hair—trimmed tidy, not bald. Thrilling.
Grown women really are grown.
Reaching her lower body, I softly gripped her thighs and parted them.
“I-It's embarrassing...”
Blushing furiously, she smothered her face with the pillow, hugging it tight.
Makes sense—baring her most precious spot for the first time. Not being shy would be weird.
Unlike her shame, that pale pink flesh and tight slit were gorgeous. I'd seen plenty in media, thought I knew.
But this pristine, straight-lined purity? Unprecedented. Pretty? Beautiful? Words felt inadequate.
Calling it a pussy felt outright offensive. Anyway, I reached for it.
“Haa, ungh...”
Her tightly sealed mound yielded smoothly under my hand. Spreading wide—schlick—it revealed glistening pink folds beyond expectation.
Labia minora, majora, the hood veiling her clit.
Slightly flushed from arousal, but zero signs of use.
Above all, her spread vulva: a tiny hymen-pierced opening. Virgin proof.
Half-virgin myself, a girl just as untouched made my heart race wilder.
“D-Don't spread it so much...”