Chapter 79
Chapter 79
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: Pluto's Descendant
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Silver Tier adventurers were among the top earners in this world, the absolute elite of the successful.
To draw a comparison from my limited knowledge, they made as much as a judge or a top YouTuber combined. Of course, there were differences between individuals.
At the very least, the ones I'd seen by Elfriede's side raked in serious coin. Every time they raided Pluto's treasure vault, they'd haul back fat pouches of silver. Gold coins showed up now and then too, if memory served.
With that kind of income, their quality of life naturally shot up—better food, clothes, and shelter.
Delicious meals.
Fine garments.
Spacious, comfortable homes.
Yet Hippolyte's place, despite her being a Silver Tier adventurer, had just one room. It didn't scream "rich."
More like a storage shed for her gear or a spot to crash.
As I rummaged through her house searching for my coin pouch, the vibe I got wasn't frugality so much as no need for extra space. Why pay for what you don't use?
What I meant to say was that her room felt awfully cramped once you added the exercise equipment, bed, mirror, and weapon racks.
And because it was so tight, no matter what Hippolyte was doing anywhere in the room, I couldn't help but know about it from flat on the bed.
"…Hah, hngh."
How many minutes had passed? Maybe even tens of minutes.
Lying there, listening to her sighs mixed with sticky saliva sounds, my sense of time went haywire.
"Ngh…."
The moans came with wet slaps against her palm, sticky sounds spreading through the air.
Curious as hell what it was, I cracked my eyes and peeked toward my feet in the corner.
My dark-adjusted eyes caught a pretty dark silhouette. Back against the wall, legs spread wide, she sat fondling and stroking her massively swollen breasts.
Slap.
"Ah…."
Her fingers, slick with colorless, odorless ointment, squeezed her breast hard. The sight was pure lewdness.
My swirling anxious thoughts wiped clean in an instant, blood rushing to my head, my dick swelling as hard as it could get.
Even though all I saw was a vague silhouette from faint moonlight seeping through the window.
The not-quite-seeing made my meager imagination run wild, heightening the thrill.
Swish.
Her shadow of bountiful breasts, that sharply protruding tip—index and thumb pinched it like a button.
"Hngh…."
Too much stimulation, or too lost in it? Hippolyte collapsed her posture, tumbling to the floor.
"Haa…."
The sealed room heated up like a heater was on, air growing muggy.
The scent of her sweat hitting my nose had this maddening edge.
"…Ahng…."
Her tiny moans, so suppressed they were barely audible unless you strained, nailed right into my ears.
Part of me felt like it was all a dream.
Makes sense—everyone admired adventurers, and here one was masturbating alone beside me.
What let me hold onto sanity was my ironclad self-control, forged from years of my father's abuse and two under Elfriede without breaking.
Even I had to admit it was superhuman willpower.
Throb, twitch.
Still, my dick had been rock-hard for tens of minutes. Time to do something—pretend to hit the bathroom and jerk one out, or at least make it go down.
Heard too much blood pools and it necroses. How many minutes was that again? Shit, blanking.
Anyway, even stamina freak Hippolyte wouldn't masturbate all night. She'd finish soon.
"Not… enough…."
Her voice snapped me out of it; I slammed my eyes shut. She'd risen from writhing on the floor.
Splash, splash.
Wet bare feet slapped the smooth floor a few times, then she stood by the bed.
What? What now?
No guts to peek.
Swish.
Then the bed took on extra weight—a woman's worth—and the cheap mattress dipped unevenly.
She'd straddled my left shin with her legs, ass planted down.
The soft-yet-firm feel of her lower half nearly made me gasp.
Swish, swish.
But the real shock came next. Hippolyte started grinding her crotch against my sleeping body.
Like marking territory, she rubbed her ass over my arm, belly, chest.
"No curves… not great…."
Not satisfied, she squirmed around before settling back on my left shin.
Straddling it, she rocked her hips, grinding her crotch against my shinbone and instep.
Especially when my big toe poked that soft lower half, she'd twitch with a "Hngh." "Ah—." like she couldn't take it.
Maybe she'd been hunting for a protruding body part to grind against for extra kick.
Swish, sweesh.
The friction heated my shin. Friction burn, basically.
Her super-tight hot pants were some clingy fabric, so it felt like nothing was there—her ass shape, the warmth beyond, all crystal clear.
"Ahng…."
Shlick, swish.
Calf, instep, toe tips—soft skin kept brushing.
Especially my sharp shinbone nestled right in that clever split of her body, hitting the spot. Plump, cushy sensation vivid in my mind.
"Hnght, haa…."
Slide, sliide. Squish.
Lost in those thoughts or not, Hippolyte planted a hand on my thigh and ground like she was riding.
Sloooow, like a snail crawling.
Shlick, shlick, shlick, swish.
Then frantic, like atop a riled stallion. No chance to adjust.
My calf throbbed like an excited cock. Using me as a sex toy—what was she thinking?
Didn't expect me to wake? If I pretended to stir now, no clue what'd happen.
"…Ahng, ahn, aaa, haat…."
Slap, slap.
Her moans leaked more frequently. Her hips focused on my instep and toes, like sanding them down.
Her lower half—sweat or whatever—had soaked her pants, now slick and slippery.
As she rocked and panted hot breaths, a lewd, indescribable scent filled my nose.
Yet I couldn't move a muscle, let alone fake waking.
If I did now, shame might make her kill me. Not hyperbole—she could.
"Hnn, haa, ha, not… enough…. Not enough but…."
Pure torture. Lukewarm, squishy hell—that was it.
"Hnnnaa…."
Soon she collapsed forward, plastering against my thigh.
Squish.
Her cushion-like tits pressed right in, insanely stimulating.
My thigh nerves lit up, mapping her weight, heat, softness, shape in 3D in my head.
Just like my stolen glimpses— heavy yet impossibly soft and pillowy.
That firm peak in the plush? Nipple for sure. What color, shape?
But even hotter: anatomy put her face right at my crotch.
"Haa…."
Hot breath hit my rock-hard bulge through my underwear. Despite the fabric, I felt naked.
They say a strong adventurer's aura strips foes bare—maybe like that?
"Hnnn, haa…."
She inhaled deep through her nose, filling her lungs. My scorching cock felt cool for a sec.
"Haang…."
One big sniff of my dick's scent, then she ground her ass on my instep again.
Slap, slap.
From shin to ankle, instep, toes—sticky and soaked like a giant slug trail.
"Aat, ahng, haang, haa…."
Her moans grew louder, suppression failing. No thought I'd wake?
Maybe blood rush from arousal blanked her brain.
"Hee, ahng, ha…, ahng…."
Who knew that stone-cold woman's mouth could make such cock-stiffening sounds.
Did anyone know Hippolyte moaned like this? The unexpected side hit hard, shaking my head.
"Just a bit, a bit more…."
Splash, slap, shlick, squelch, slap.
Her hips went wild-fast, no joke.
The rickety bed creaked hard; my body rocked on it.
Honestly, faking sleep this long was the stretch. Did she know and keep going? I peeked.
"Huaa…."
Face rubbing my bulge, she just twitched helplessly.
Moonlight highlighted her toned yet curvaceous back and raised ass—blood rushed to my head too.
Right now, she was animal in every sense.
A beast in heat. Brain flooded, lost to instinct.
Reasons? Battle adrenaline, trained body starved for real exertion. …Dunno.
"J-just… more…."
Squelch, squish, squish-squish.
Shin area? Only drenched lewd sloshes.
Hippolyte yowled like a bitch under a male, body burning hotter.
Problem: her grip on my thigh, her ass on my calf—blood flow cut, pins-and-needles agony.
Lying still so long didn't help.
Needle-prick tingles hit my calf; to ease it, I barely lifted my toes.
Squelch. Shluck.
My toe tip suddenly sank into something thin-fabric-covered. Big toe felt odd warmth, wetness.
Hippolyte jolted hard, shrieking in spasm.
"Ahng…!"
Twitch, twitch, twitch.
Like hiccups, her shoulders and hips jerked at intervals.
"…Ngh, ngh—, haa…."
Grip—.
Her hands clamped my thigh; I nearly screamed.
Barely held breath and voice—disaster averted. Astride me, she twitched in aftershocks forever.
"Hnnn…. Haaa…."
Then limp. Her soft tits, firm abs pressed unfiltered through my thigh.
Her full dead weight? Heavy.
Post-tremor exhaustion? Moonlit debuff dropped her to normal-human stamina.
Maybe she'd burned all her energy, as I'd guessed.
….
When her weight got burdensome, she finally slid off. Then—reached for my dick?
What, more? Or just starting? Panicking—
"Fuu…. Nah, calmed down. Hoo, ovulation getting close…."
Self-soothing mutter, then crunch-crunch in the corner, door open—she was gone.
Left alone, I finally gasped ragged breaths I'd held. Heart pounding, no calm-down.
Duh.
Room reeked of her—blood-boiling, aroused female.