Chapter 80
Chapter 80
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: Pluto's Descendant
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That night, Hippolyte didn't return until dawn broke and the morning sun rose. I had no idea where she'd gone, but wherever it was, she must have stayed there.
The important thing was that because of what happened the previous night, I was in no state to lie down and sleep.
Whenever I closed my eyes to try to sleep, I kept recalling the plump sensation between her calves or the moist warmth where my big toe had ever so slightly delved. There was no way I could sleep like that.
Fine. I'll back off and take care of it first.
That's how I finally managed to fall asleep after jerking off once on someone else's bed. I handled the leftover semen using the bandages in the trash can.
Anyway, that's how I made it to morning somehow.
With no sign of Hippolyte coming back, I got up and started looking for my things. But where the hell had she put them?
As I turned my head this way and that, I noticed a scroll hanging on the wall that I hadn't seen before, with writing on it.
Corner drawer. Bottom right compartment has your stuff. Packed some ointment too. Apply it later.
It must have been a note she'd left for me before heading out last night.
Just as she handled a sword well enough to wield sword ki, her handwriting was impeccable, neat as if printed by a computer, without a single flaw.
Nothing like Luna's crooked, cute scrawl.
Following Hippolyte's instructions, I went to the drawer in the farthest corner of the room. Sure enough, when I opened the bottom right compartment, there were my clothes and belongings neatly folded.
Clink.
The thick bundle of money inside totaled 47 silver and 25 copper—just as I remembered, which finally put my mind at ease.
After gathering my sword, clothes, necklace, and everything else, I headed outside.
What greeted me was a neat street and scenery worlds apart from the familiar western slums of Sodomora.
The road was paved with even bricks smooth enough for carriages to pass without jolting. Street lamps like gaslights illuminated the lingering predawn gloom.
I wondered if they were real electric poles, but peering inside, I saw tiny bugs fluttering their wings to create the light.
Of course, the very existence of such things on the streets was fascinating in itself.
The outfits of the people passing by were impeccably clean, like nobles or savvy adventurers.
Unlike the slum thugs who wandered with downcast eyes full of despair or glaring at others, these folks had relaxed faces with chins held high in leisure.
It felt like a place completely unrelated to me.
Sure enough, people started whispering as they looked my way.
"That's a Samaritan. What's he doing in the eastern district?"
"Not a heretic? I heard Samaritans are descendants of Pluto. Look at his black hair and eyes."
"Probably a slave who ran from a noble house."
"Shh, quiet. He'll hear you."
From their furtive glances, it seemed I wasn't welcome here.
I'd thought Sodomora had settled in pretty well for me in this city. Apparently, only around the guild building and the western slums where I'd set up welcomed me.
Of course, after two years of enduring those stares relentlessly, it barely fazed me anymore.
"Hassan!"
Just then, I heard someone calling me. Turning, I saw an adorable girl running my way, fitting perfectly even in this upscale neighborhood.
Of course, that pink hair would stand out anywhere, but now it felt endearing.
"Luna! What the hell happened? I woke up in Hippolyte's place!"
"You're awake!"
Luna threw herself at my waist in a hug. Like a puppy greeting its owner, she even sniffed me—sniff sniff.
"Ugh."
But then she wrinkled her brow as if sensing a problem and suddenly grabbed my arm, sinking her teeth in hard.
"Ow!"
"Ow! What, what? Why'd you bite me!"
It wasn't a playful nip for affection—it hurt like actual flesh tearing, bringing tears to my eyes.
Crunch.
She clamped down on my right bicep for a good while before slowly releasing when she realized I was truly in pain.
Slurp.
A long string of clear saliva connected her mouth to my arm. But more importantly, the bite marks looked like they'd punched holes in my skin.
Her sudden, unexpected action left me too stunned and pained to even get angry.
"Hey, what was that bite for!?"
"Territorial marking."
"What the...?"
I was about to ask what the hell that meant when I realized she'd probably smelled Hippolyte on me. A chill ran down my spine.
I'd thought I'd washed up well in that simple shower booth at Hippolyte's place.
Or was I overthinking it? Maybe in Luna's hometown, they had a tradition of biting people when reuniting happily. Who knows.
"So, Hassan, did it hurt?"
"...Yeah, of course it did."
"Good."
I'd thought she'd apologize, but instead she huffed with satisfaction, looking thoroughly pissed.
Damn, she'd definitely caught on. But nothing really happened. Well, something did, but I didn't cross the line.
On second thought, if Luna had done something similar with another guy, could I keep my cool?
Fuck no. I'd be furious enough to smash everything.
Realizing I'd messed up no matter what, I felt ashamed and flustered as I opened my mouth.
"S-Sorry..."
I bowed easily to others usually.
But strangely, apologizing to Luna was hard. It felt like mumbling in my mouth.
I'd thought two years of being crushed flat had erased any pride I had left, but apparently some remained.
"I'm sorry!"
"Yeah, apology accepted. Be careful from now on. The daughter of Ideophe, the voodoo priestess, has a special intuition—she can sense everything."
"Yes, ma'am..."
This morning's Luna was pretty intimidating. Her level was higher than mine, and she'd suplexed Hippolyte into submission. It made sense she'd be scary...
Seeing this other side of Luna—who usually just smiled goofily and seemed a bit dim—sent shivers down my spine. She really was the daughter of the goddess Nox.
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I helped Luna carve the ? X ? mark into the homes of the rich in the eastern district.
"What are you doing in front of my house? Why are you carving that there? I'll call the guards!"
Some folks didn't understand what we were doing, but I managed to explain and get past them.
By the time we'd covered most of the eastern streets and returned to Luna's shack, it was late afternoon with the sun setting.
"Whew, all done! We can relax for a while now. They said guild requests are on hold for a month or two since the building's wrecked."
Luna's words made me worry.
"How will we eat without work? This is bad."
"They told us to stay home in case heretics attack. We'll make potions and sell them in the meantime."
Like a lockdown season? Then I figured I should stick by Luna, massaging people to rack up karma points.
No guild quests for a bit anyway, so I'd hoard points and convert them to stats later.
"Whew, my legs hurt so much. My soles are killing me."
Luna flopped onto the second-floor carpet, grumbling.
Makes sense—we'd walked the city all day visiting house to house. Even I was a little tired.
"I think blisters formed too. If not for the shoes you bought me, Hassan, my feet would've been raw."
Her mention of blisters on those soft, tender soles terrified me. Blisters on Luna's feet? Unacceptable.
"Let me see."
"Uh, yeah? It's not that bad... But I haven't washed them, so it's kinda embarrassing..."
Luna's face flushed pink, truly shy.
But then she slowly extended her soles to me as if granting permission, and it was the most beautiful sight.
"D-Don't smell them..."
"Don't worry."
I gently grasped her left ankle, damp with sweat from a full day of walking.
Since she'd been in flat sandals until moments ago, the parts that touched the ground were slightly reddened, giving an oddly erotic feel.
"No blisters, seems like."
"Good. Blisters would ruin how pretty they are."
Come to think of it, women in this world subtly prized pretty feet. Curiosity struck.
"Luna, do you do foot care or anything?"
"Huh? Of course! I work hard at it. Once a day, I soak in herbal water, at least weekly I apply ointment, and moisturizer too—"
"Ah."
She mumbled on about things I didn't fully get.
I'd never seen her do makeup or self-care, but apparently she groomed diligently out of sight.
Indeed, her soles—from the elegant arch to the dainty thinness—were truly pretty.
And since meeting Luna, I'd learned I had a real thing for beautiful feet. Just touching them made my lower half twitch.
Her cute, Luna-scented soles—no way I could hold back.
So I slid my thumb up her sole and pressed lightly.
Squeeze.
Careful not to press too hard, with just the right pressure, Luna shuddered with a moan she couldn't hide. "Ahhng..."
"H-Hassan?"
"You walked a lot, so I'll massage it out. Can't have you getting plantar fasciitis."
"Plan-tar fas...? Ah, hngh...!"
Press, squish.
I targeted the arch near her heel and inner instep—the ren gu point.
Known for relieving swelling in tired feet after long walks.
Pressing and occasionally circling it made her leg twitch like she was spasming, letting out pained sounds.
"Ow, it hurts..."
"It'll feel better soon."
"C-Couldn't we do this after I wash? I'm really, really embarrassed..."
She stammered, genuinely mortified about her unwashed feet. That sparked mischief and curiosity in me—I sniffed her cute sole.
"Wh-Wh-What are you doing...! Nooo!"
She squirmed wildly. But escaping my grip seemed unlikely.
I kneaded and rubbed her sole with my hands, sniffed it close.
Playfully flicking my tongue over the broad part made her arch her back like shot with an arrow.
"Haaang...!"
This confirmed it: her cute soles were a highly sensitive erogenous zone for her.
As sensitive as her most private areas. Maybe because it was an embarrassing spot?
If so.
What if I rubbed my hot thing against it?
Rustle, rustle.
My heated mind untied my waist knot without hesitation.
I'd been at my limit just from touching and smelling her soles—exposing it to the air felt cool.
"Hassan, what... what are you doing...?"
Snapping out of my teasing, Luna panicked at me dropping my pants to reveal my erection.
I laid her back on the deerskin carpet, then pressed her two soles together perfectly—like buns wrapping a hot dog sausage.
The soft sensation of Luna's soles on my hot member.
Knowing she'd cherished and maintained them so thoroughly, showing them to no one but me—it made sweat pour from my whole body, excitement surging me to the brink instantly.
"It's hot, Hassan— Why put that on my feet...?"
Did she not know about footjobs? She didn't seem super knowledgeable about sex anyway. And that innocence was all the hotter.
Stroke, strokke.
I rubbed my throbbing heat against her confused, flustered soles. The fulfillment dwarfed solo play, soaking my spine in satisfaction.
A strange humiliation from being "trodden" by her feet, plus conquest from claiming all of her—it all fueled me.
"Ngh, so hot, Hassan..."
Her sensitive soles must have found my member scorching.
For me too, rubbing bare skin had snags and too much friction—slightly awkward.
Maybe lube with spit? Then I remembered last night.
Slosh.
Rummaging my shirt pocket, I found a thumb-sized glass vial with cork stopper, liquid swirling inside.
Hippolyte's spare ointment—slick and sticky skin salve. I applied it generously to my member and both her soles.
Over the broad sole, heel, dipped arch, and between every toe—no spot missed.
Splat, splat.
"I-It tickles, heehee,"
She twitched like it really tickled. I wanted those thin lips moaning lewdly, not laughing.
I slipped my member back between her oiled soles.
Gulp.
The slick skin sliding over thin-pressed soles made an obscenely wet sound.
"Ahng...! Ngh, wh-what...?"