Chapter 78
Chapter 78
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: Pluto's Descendant
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“The healer said you’d need to lie down for about a day to recover your strength. You must be tougher than I thought, Samaritan. Looks like your stamina has improved quite a bit.”
According to Hippolyte, I was out cold for a full day after taking that memory erasure spell.
Was it because I drank Luna’s potion, boosting my stamina stat enough to limit the blackout to just a day? Who knows.
“H-How’s Luna...?”
“She’s out handling the heretics’ counteroffensive as part of her commission. She’s marking every house with an X symbol. She’ll probably come by tomorrow to pick you up.”
Pick me up? Talking about me like I’m borrowed equipment was kinda funny, but that’s just how people express themselves in this world.
Especially Hippolyte, with her stiff, soldier-like speech. I doubt she meant anything by it.
“Get some good rest, then. I need to loosen up for tomorrow’s work, so I’ll turn in a bit late.”
“Sorry for stealing your bed.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not that shameless. It was my fault to begin with.”
Leaving me lying in bed, Hippolyte started doing push-ups and other bodyweight exercises in the corner.
Her short black training clothes showed off her taut muscles flexing and the curve of her sweat-slicked waist in a way that was seriously distracting.
Especially how her sweat-soaked crop top clung tight, emphasizing her full, luscious breasts. And those sharp points poking through—wait, no way, are those...?
More importantly, what was this steamy, tantalizing scent filling the air?
“Huff... twenty, twenty-one...!”
Soon enough, I realized the smell making my lower half stand at full attention was something like Hippolyte’s pheromones. It hit me hard—I was defenseless against it. So seductive.
Nah, Hippolyte probably wasn’t even aware she was tempting anyone. She seemed so distant from anything sexual, the type who wouldn’t even masturbate.
“Fifty, fifty-one... Hoo.”
But ironically, that just made her seem more vulnerable, revving me up even more.
She was a healthy, beautiful woman, and no guy could hate those charms.
The thin blanket over my lower half wasn’t hiding my erection at all—it’d be obvious in seconds. So I mentally sang the national anthem to calm the rage down below.
“Looks like my arms are starting to fatigue. Samaritan, your body’s pretty well-trained. Got any special workout routine?”
Just then, Hippolyte—who’d been staring seriously at herself in the room’s mirror—turned to me. Good thing I’d settled it down.
“A workout routine?”
“Yeah.”
She came right up close, peering intently at my bandaged body.
I felt insanely embarrassed, but pretending to cover up would probably just piss her off, so I played it cool.
“No matter how much I train, I don’t get this thick.”
“Maybe it’s just the difference between men and women. And even if your muscles are leaner, your strength is several times mine, right?”
“But I lost to that Noxdoty. Completely beaten by that soft, untrained girl. What do you think about that?”
Wait, why bring that up out of nowhere?
What should I say? One wrong word, and I might get hammered right in my unguarded solar plexus. I racked my brain desperately.
“W-Well, it was like an accident, right? You fought those heretics the day before. You must’ve been tired... Not at your best. Yeah, that’s it.”
“So you’re saying I’m a weakling who can’t perform unless I’m at full strength!?”
She snapped just like that? Shit, that was an unavoidable move. She might’ve gotten mad no matter what I said.
I was totally screwed now. Would I wake up in a week?
No, would I even wake up at all? That’s what I was worrying about when Hippolyte murmured quietly.
“Actually, you’re right. I’m a halfwit who can only use her strength during the day. Only a handful of people know that.”
“I-Is that so?”
“I can’t draw any power under the moonlight. I felt something similar in my match with Noxdoty. Like my whole body was shackled.”
“I-Is it because her name’s Luna? Y’know, moon...”
“Samaritan, that’s ridiculous. More importantly... why is your lower half standing up like that?”
Hippolyte stared at my crotch, furrowing her brow like she couldn’t believe it.
She’d leaned in close with her sweat-drenched body, and my calmed-down erection sprang right back up.
A woman hot and sweaty from exercise right nearby? Any healthy guy would react like this—no choice.
“W-Well, men’s bodies get... angry at random times like that. It’s not up to me, no...”
“...I see.”
Our awkward conversation ended there.
I had this hidden passive skill that made me weak against strong-willed women like Elf mage Elfriede or alchemist witch Nemea. Being alone with Hippolyte—the epitome of that—felt super awkward.
Tomorrow, I’d get out of here quick and enjoy some freedom.
Lost in those thoughts, and since my body wasn’t fully recovered, I passed out into sleep before I knew it.
Rustle... rustle.
I woke again to a ticklish sensation, like swish, srrk—
Pitch black, couldn’t see a thing, but I could tell someone was changing the bandages wrapped tight around me. Hippolyte’s house, so probably her.
She was surprisingly caring, even tending to a patient’s bandages.
Should I wake up and say thanks? Or pretend to sleep? I hesitated, missed the timing to stir, and ended up stuck.
Oh well, back to sleep then— that’s what I thought.
Swish, swwish—
After unwrapping my bandages completely, her fingers—slick with something smooth—spread it over my body. It felt oddly cool and mysterious.
Splat, splat—
From my chest to abs and sides, she rubbed it in thoroughly with both palms. Cool like a muscle rub, felt amazing.
What kinda ointment? I want some. Must be expensive if famous adventurers use it.
Squeeze, squish—
She even massaged occasionally, pressing with just the right pressure, melting away my fatigue.
Like last time, Hippolyte had real massage talent. I’d just keep pretending to sleep, enjoy it, and drift off again. That’s what I figured, staying silent.
But maybe faking sleep too long was the issue. Her hands slid from my chest downward, reaching my thighs and hips.
Srrk—the blanket over my lower half slipped off, and I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
Srrk, even if she’s being nice, she’s not seriously putting ointment there too, right?
I couldn’t calm down at all—heart pounding like I’d die.
“Th-This spot needs it too, I suppose...”
Her soft mutter in the dark drilled crystal-clear into my ears.
“...Excuse me.”
Thinking I was asleep, she didn’t ask permission—just started applying ointment to my thighs, knees, calves.
Swish, splat—
The touch itself was super clinical and awkward—no lewdness or excitement there.
But lying in a strange woman’s bed, getting nursed by her? That alone started stiffening me up.
Throb, throb.
I tried holding back, but the blood rushed south uncontrollably, pitching a massive tent that shoved aside my loose underwear!
Flinch—
Hippolyte’s hand on my thigh jerked back hard. She was startled, obviously. Yeah, shit, me too—total panic.
“Samaritan... You awake?”
She whispered my name super softly. Checking if I was up or still out?
Two choices now: keep pretending to sleep and let it slide, or fake waking up all groggy.
But with this huge erection, what the hell would I say if I “woke up”?
“Healthy men get morning wood all the time—it’s normal”—how do I explain that to her? I scrambled for words.
“Must be my imagination... Even asleep, it gets huge on its own.”
Before I could pick, Hippolyte eliminated the options. Stuck pretending again.
“Seriously, with this thing attached, no wonder men’s lower-body balance sucks. Maybe cutting it off would be better...”
Shit, what kinda scary talk in front of a sleeping guy’s junk? I legit feared she’d chop off my rock-hard dick.
Thanks to that, my silver-tier adventurer-fearing erection deflated a bit.
Tap, tap—
Then something awkward brushed over my underwear, nearly making me jolt my hips up.
Did she bump it while applying ointment? That’s what I thought.
Peek—
Cracking my eyes open a sliver, in the dim dark I saw Hippolyte staring intensely down at my crotch, dead serious.
She held up one index finger like pressing a button, poking and prodding my stiff shaft—tap, tap.
Not massage or ointment-related. Not sexual either.
More like a clueless kid poking stuff out of curiosity?
Problem was, suddenly turned into a sex ed dummy model, I was frozen in mental chaos.
“Harder than I thought...”
She seemed so tense she didn’t notice her thoughts slipping out loud.
Tap, tap, tap.
Poking slyly with her finger, then suddenly realizing something, she cleared her throat. “Ahem.”
“Ahem. Samaritan, if you’re awake, answer me.”
Did she catch on I wasn’t asleep? Giving me a chance?
“Hmph, sleeping like the dead. What a dumb face.”
Soon she tugged down my underwear from my lower half.
Wait, stripping a sleeping guy’s pants? My exposed erection hit cool air, burning hot—scalp tingling.
The shame of being naked before a woman mixed with weird arousal, making it even harder.
Throb, throb.
“V-Veins... Ferocious shape...”
She muttered an assessment at my fully exposed member. Then splat, splat—with ointment-slick hands, she started stroking my groin.
“...I-I’m just applying ointment.”
Dunno who she was talking to, but she excused herself while rubbing my groin and thighs—swish, swish.
But subtly, her hand’s back grazed my shaft and sensitive tip, making her intentions super suspect.
I could totally feel her brushing “accidentally” on purpose.
Like she was interested but held back by ethics, morals, or rules—playing it off as “I didn’t mean to, it just happened.”
I knew that vibe from all my massage experience. That feeling.
Holy shit, Hippolyte was into my lower half?
Did she like me or something?
Nah, back in middle/high school, sure—a girl talking to me or smiling would spark delusions.
But after all these losses and levels, I knew no girls liked me.
I was crawling as a slave not long ago; she’s the city’s hero, way up high.
Objectively, nothing for her to like or fall for in me. Reverse? Maybe...
Anyway, I was going nuts not knowing why she was doing this.
Conclusion: Surrounded by women, purity vows and all, she knew zilch about men—found a harmless, fun toy in sleeping me and got curious.
Athletic women secrete more male hormones, hornier than average, right?
“Th-This spot needs ointment too, huh...”
Maybe pent-up lust and curiosity exploded at sleeping me. What do I do?
Part of me said enjoy it; another said stop her before she went wild. Balanced in my head.
Biggest thought: Luna’s face. She poured her savings into potions for me.
If some mishap blew up here, I’d feel guilty facing her later.
Dunno how she saw me, but I seriously wanted gold tier, marry her for real.
So now what?
If I fake shifting position, would she freak and quit this weird “field trip”?
Planning that—
Swish—
Luckily, her ointment-warm hands pulled away from me.
Did she notice I was awake? Nah, seemed like she lost interest.
That’s what I thought.
“Haa...”
Until I heard her sticky moan from the corner.
“Mmngh...”
Mouth clamped to muffle, but in the dark room, faint cat-like cries spread softly.