Chapter 70
Chapter 70
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Sun and Moon
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Swish, swish, slicken, spurt, squelch, squelch—.
"Ah, ah! Ah! Ah! F-Faster! It's r-real! Ha, ah…!"
The faster I thrust my hips, the louder Luna's moans spilled from her lips, impossible to hide.
If someone were passing by this secluded alley, they might hear her voice leaking out from the hut. That was the level of worry it sparked.
But my head was already filled with excitement, the sense of impending climax building relentlessly. Trivial concerns like that didn't matter.
Squelch, slick, spurt, squish, squish—.
Just a little more, and I'd cum. For real, just a tiny bit longer.
"Hnng, ha, I said you can't cum inside…!"
Luna suddenly started shoving my body away with all her might.
Was it because her overall level was higher than mine? Her strength was surprisingly formidable, actually prying distance between us, as if she might really push me off.
But my overheated body refused to separate from her. So I leaned in and kissed her struggling form.
Smooch, slurp.
"Haa…."
As I slipped my tongue past her thin lips like savoring a taste, Luna's body went rigid. Soon, tremors wracked her frame, and I felt something warm flooding against my lower half.
No way, did she just orgasm? Did I make a woman cum? It was thrilling, a rush of accomplishment surging through me.
Her thighs clamped down hard around my groin, the friction on my cock intensifying, pushing me right to the brink in an instant.
Throb, throb—.
Moments later, I unleashed thick, hot semen in heavy spurts between her soft, warm thighs and folds.
"Uh, ha… hn, ah…. Ah…."
Luna, who had been clinging to me in rigid tension, went limp like cotton candy melting in water.
* * *
When I get worked up, I really boil over like magma. That's why, after the wise-man phase hits and I calm down, I feel rationality cooler and sharper than even a true sage—by several times over.
The higher the excitement climbs toward pleasure, the deeper and more profound the ensuing calm feels, like sinking into a chasm.
This time, the wise-man phase arrived right on cue.
With my cold reason restored, my first worry was whether I'd sullied Luna's purity and if the gods would appear to threaten my life again. But fortunately, after a few minutes, no such signs appeared.
Maybe, as the Goddess of Chastity Diana had said, anything short of direct penetration was fine. Anyway, it was a relief. A relief, but trouble was brewing elsewhere.
"S-Sorry, okay?"
"…"
She glanced at me, then silently resumed carving her totem.
With clear reason returned post-climax, I reflected that I'd done something awful to Luna. I'd basically held back a girl who needed to pee and forced her to squirt.
It must have been mortifying and humiliating for her, enough to make her angry. I got that. But she was so cute flailing and clinging to me that I couldn't let go.
Of course, I never voiced that—it was too embarrassing.
"C-Calm down. My bad."
I had a slave-like tendency to apologize profusely to others, even without real feeling. But conveying sorry to Luna felt surprisingly hard.
It was a tangle of complex, indescribable emotions. Apologizing was embarrassing in itself.
Anyway, Luna kept scraping away at the wood with her dagger—scrape, scrape. It was a bit scary, somehow. I never imagined she'd sulk like this. I was at a total loss.
How the hell do I make her forgive me?
I'd seen friends with girlfriends fight over relationship stuff and struggle.
How did those guys make up? Feed her something tasty? I couldn't remember—damn, I was too flustered!
"…I-I'll buy you something delicious tomorrow morning."
"…Meat."
She finally reacted to my killer move.
"What'd you say? What?"
"…Buy me meat."
"Meat! Yeah! Of course! I'll get it!"
How much money did I have right now? To fully cheer her up, I'd probably need to splurge on some pricey meat. So I rummaged through my leather jacket pockets to check.
Clink, clink, roll….
A coin tumbled from my pocket onto the dirt floor. The ground was dirt because I'd set aside the soiled deer hide until I could wash it.
Anyway, a single 1-copper coin rolled across the ground toward Luna. She paused her carving, frowned slightly at the floor, and her eyes suddenly widened like saucers.
"Hassan! Where'd you get this!?"
Her sudden shout made me jump for real—I wasn't kidding.
Was this the same Luna who'd been pissed off just moments ago?
"My lost coin!"
She scooped up the 1-copper and beamed with joy, practically bouncing. Caught off guard by her mood swing, I was still processing when I realized it was the 1-copper I'd gotten from Nox.
"What's the big deal?"
"It's the first money I ever earned with my own power! L-Look, I even carved my name on it!"
She held it out with a swipe—.
What was she talking about? I peered closely and sure enough, where the hero's embossed face should be, someone had scratched "Luna" into it.
Shit, what the hell?
"Where'd you get this? I lost it ages ago and offered it to Lady Nox as tribute!"
Her dramatic reaction almost made me blurt that I'd gotten it from Nox, but I remembered she was hiding that she was Luna's mother.
I didn't know why, but there might be family secrets best left buried. Was it my place to reveal them?
No, it could summon some punks to punish me again. And you don't meddle in others' family drama.
"Just… found it."
"Really? H-Hassan, can I have it? I'll give you another copper in exchange."
She started digging in her pockets. But she only had a couple of 1-silvers—no loose change. I figured she wouldn't trade a 1-silver for a 1-copper.
"W-Well, then take this 1-silver. I don't have coppers."
With trembling hands, like it was no big deal, she offered me a 1-silver? That's 100 coppers worth.
From my two years in this world, converting to "won": 1 copper ≈ 1,000 won, 1 silver = 100 coppers ≈ 100,000 won.
Slight variances aside, trading 100,000 won for 1,000? That was insane. Even used goods resellers on forums would call it a rip-off.
"T-Then 2 silvers. Okay?"
"No, why are you trying to buy a single copper that bad?"
On one hand, seeing her so desperate made me wonder if this 1-copper had some special power I didn't know about.
It's natural to get curious when someone offers big bucks for your old junk at home.
"Is it special money?"
"It is special. It's the first money I earned purely with my own effort. I even carved my name on it…. I was devastated when I lost it. Never dreamed I'd see it again!"
"Fine, take it."
"R-Really? It's 1 copper. Actual money, and you're just giving it?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
I nodded readily.
Snatching 2 silvers' worth from someone that thrilled didn't sit right. Seeing her cherish her first earnings like that felt admirable, somehow.
A girl who placed such meaning on a single coin for being "first." How much would she treasure me, her first man? The thought sparked some anticipation.
"Hassan, thank you so much!"
Like her sulk never happened, she rushed over and hugged my waist.
No mood, no eros—just a wholesome embrace. But it had its own fresh, heartwarming charm that felt nice.
* * *
Morning came, and we hit a nearby eatery to tear into some small game birds together.
Fist-sized birds, so not much meat, but grilled over direct flames made them decent enough.
After that rough breakfast, we headed to the guild as usual.
"Move it! Faster!"
"Report the damage!"
The guild's unusual clamor left me puzzled. Sure, it was always chaotic with randos swarming, but…
Today felt different.
I approached Daphne, who sat with a weary expression.
"What the hell happened?"
"Oh, Hassan. Big trouble. Pluto cultists torched the east and north gates and kidnapped the guards."
Pluto cultists—my mind flashed to the necromancer with the necklace and the black-robed goons.
Psycho freaks who sacrificed people without a second thought.
Those bastards infiltrating the city to arson and rampage? Terrifying shit.
"So, we got work? We hunting cultists too?"
Luna peeked from behind me, addressing Daphne, who masked her grim face and rifled through the quest ledger.
"Silvers will handle the cultists, so nothing there…. But here's one fitting you two. Where was it—."
Rustle-rustle through the pages, then she pointed.
"Here. Joseph's logging camp needs hands. Luna, you opened a workshop, right? You'll need lumber for furniture. Cheap there, and the pay's 40 silver—solid."
"Hassan, logging quest sound good?"
Logging camp conjured images of dense trees, stumps everywhere.
Trees.
Yeah, Luna's workshop was bare as a warehouse—no furniture. Lumber would be perfect.
From buying planks to fix the shed, wood was stupid expensive here. Trees scarcer than I thought?
Luna said,
"Hearth, shelves, table, chairs—that'd be enough. Jars I can fire from clay separately."
Once her workshop was set, I could sneak clients while she worked, rack up karma.
Like an illicit massage parlor: sell her weird potions, give rubs. Solid plan.
Better than swinging swords or dumb training—karma grinding suited me.
Anyway, we took the logging quest and waited at Sodomora's west gate for the rest.
Party of five total, right? Me, Luna, and three more. Labor-intensive, apparently tough.
Damn, hope for decent party members this time.
Tensing over who I'd match with, a familiar voice called from afar: "Hey, you two outlander lovebirds."
Blonde hair simply braided back, sun-tanned skin, battered bronze armor—Rene, looking familiar now.
"What, Rene? You're in our party?"
Rene handled squad-leader duties in the Sword Maidens.
Our first meeting sucked—no warm fuzzies—but she pulled her weight.
Luna hated her, though. Okay with the resident bully? I glanced, but Luna seemed unfazed.
Leveling up broadened her mind?
"I'm frontliner and party lead. Why just you two? Third one's late?"
We scanned around at "third one."
Luna asked,
"Who's the other guy?"
"Dunno. Elf mage from out of town. Elves always late, no cute nymph charm."
Tch….
Out-of-town elf mage—chills down my spine. Shit, bad vibes only.
"…Uh, does she use fire magic? That elf mage."
Rene furrowed her brow at my cautious question.
"Fire? That's top-tier attack magic. Why would a powerhouse go logging? This one's into weird stuff, they said."
"The small vessel wields reverence for nature."
"Shit, you scared me!"
Sudden presence behind—total jump-scare.
Turning, a shiny bald head gleamed. What the? Bald dude? Bushy beard, stupidly pointy long ears—hilarious look.
Shit, bearded bald elf. Not Fire Witch Elfriede—relief—but this was shocking too.
"Mortals, greetings. I am Kalidur, servant of the World Tree."