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Episode 179
Hassan Learns Aura
179 – Hassan Learns Aura #5
Swoosh.
I lay in the shadows, panting, staring at Hippolyte’s reclined form.
Her sun-kissed skin glistened with sweat, so much so that it practically shimmered, and the taut, firm rise and fall of her abdomen with each breath was truly beautiful.
Her tightly cinched waist, free of any excess, would be the envy of many women. But how on earth could those massive br*asts belong to the same person?
It was downright obscene.
Just staring at them sent jolts of electricity tingling down my spine, leaving my whole body shivering.
d*mn, she’s amazing.
Truth be told, I’ve always loved women’s br*asts—any size, really—but I suppose the male instinct naturally favors the larger ones.
Swoosh.
So, I slipped my finger into the hole beneath Hippolyte’s crop top.
Between the valley of her br*asts, slick with sweat, was so smooth that my finger slid in effortlessly.
Squish.
Wrapped in that soft, pliant skin, my index finger felt like it had been pressed into heaven itself.
“Mmm…!”
Hippolyte clenched her eyes shut, turning her head away as if in shame. Yet, at the same time, there was an air of resignation about her.
“Just… hurry up and finish…”
“Finish? Finish what?”
“You’re going to… plant your ugly savage seed… inside me, aren’t you…?”
Her tone made it clear she wanted this to be over as soon as possible.
Her bottom lip trembled as she nervously bit down on it—even I could tell she was on edge.
But all I did was slip my finger between her br*asts, in and out.
Slip, squish, squish.
The warm, tight sensation between her soft flesh was so addicting I thought I might lose myself in it.
Maybe this hole existed just for this purpose.
“Hey, Lady Hippolyte. I’ve got a question. Why’d you get this hole cut out here?”
“I-It’s for airflow… so sweat doesn’t build up…”
Her voice was unusually weak, lacking conviction.
Of course, with br*asts as large as Hippolyte’s, sweat would pool beneath them, so ventilation holes made sense.
It was a purely functional choice, but the exposed underboob drove me wild with excitement.
How good would it feel to thrust something hard in there and move it around?
In lieu of the real thing, I stuck two—no, three—fingers inside and wiggled them around.
“Hngh—! Ugh, hh…! W-What are you trying to d-do…?”
Hippolyte shuddered, seemingly oblivious to my intentions. Still, my fingers squirmed deeper into the overwhelmingly soft pressure of her cleavage.
This should work.
So, I undid my pants and pulled out my stiffened length. The moment she saw it, her eyes widened in shock.
“H-How is it that big…?!”
Now that I thought about it, she’d never gotten a proper look at it before. In the barn, everything had happened in the dark.
Truthfully, I wasn’t that big, but seeing Hippolyte tremble in exaggerated fear felt oddly satisfying.
Come to think of it, it did feel a bit larger than before. Did it grow with my level-ups?
Either way, that wasn’t important right now. I hadn’t pulled it out just to show off.
Sluuurp.
I pressed it between the sweat-slicked valley of her br*asts.
Shlllkk!
The sensation of my most sensitive, heated part being squeezed by her warm skin was so intense it felt like my brain was being fried.
“Y-Your chest…? Th-This isn’t where you get pregnant…! Why…?”
But Hippolyte didn’t seem to understand why I was doing this. Did she not know the destructive power of her own massive rack?
Strangely, she always seemed oblivious to the allure of her own body—from her usual skimpy training outfit to her general defenselessness.
Maybe she was trying to seduce men on purpose? But her rigid sense of chastity suggested otherwise.
Does she not realize how enticing she is?
The thought crossed my mind, but the bliss of being nestled between her soft br*asts pushed it aside.
Squish, squish. Thrust, thrust.
Slowly rocking my hips back and forth, I was met with a pleasure denser and softer than I’d ever imagined, surging from my lower half up through my spine and rattling my skull.
d*mn, this is insane.
“H-Hot… It’s too hot…!”
Hippolyte fidgeted, unsure whether to push me away, too flustered to act.
Not wanting to be the only one enjoying myself, I grabbed her br*asts with my free hand, pressing them together to increase the pressure around my shaft.
Squish, squish.
“Ahh—! H-Hey, s-stop! This… this is weird…!”
Groping her huge tits while rubbing my c*ck between them—it was like something out of a dream.
Maybe it is a dream? Maybe I’d passed out from that punch to the gut and was just imagining all this?
The thought made something inside me—my morals, my self-control—collapse.
Not content with just kneading her br*asts, I pinched her nipples between my fingers, rolling them in circles.
“Eeek—! Hngh—! T-That’s not—! Hhhgnn…!”
Hippolyte jerked and twisted in place, unsure how to react.
I’d heard women with larger br*asts were less sensitive in that area, but Hippolyte proved otherwise. Guess rumors couldn’t be trusted.
“W-Why just the br*asts…? Hnn—! Hah…!”
“Hah… I’m gonna come… inside them…”
Seeing her flustered expression sent a rush of pleasure through me.
Knocking down an Adventurer far stronger than me and having my way with her body—who knew it’d feel this good?
So, I thrust faster, as if I were trying to impregnate her chest itself.
Schlick! Schlap! Squish!
The mix of sweat and other fluids made her cleavage obscenely sticky, producing lewd, wet noises as I moved.
“Nngh—! Ah—! H-Hnn…!”
And with each thrust, small, unwilling moans escaped Hippolyte’s lips.
Her legs were twisted awkwardly beneath her—just stimulating her chest like this was enough to excite her.
She’s really sensitive, huh?
I’d heard some women barely felt anything down there, which was a problem for them. But someone like her? A blessing.
Sluurp, sluuurp.
I kept rotating and pinching her n*pple as I moved.
“Ahhh—! Nngh—! W-Wrong… This isn’t…! S-Savage…! M-Monster…! Beast…!”
Every thrust drew another half-hearted insult from her lips. Finally, I tightened my grip on her br*asts and came between them.
Splurt! Splurt! Gush!
“Ugh—! H-Hot…!”
Honestly, even I was surprised by the absurd volume.
Sluuuurp.
When I pulled out, thick, white strands dripped down her deep cleavage. God, this is beyond lewd.
Hippolyte herself touched the mess between her br*asts, scooping some up with her fingers before wrinkling her nose.
“T-This is… what is this smell…? Strangely… floral…?”
She must’ve never seen semen before. It was kind of fascinating—almost like the scent of night-blooming flowers.
But that clueless expression of hers was too much to resist.
“Here, get up and grab onto that tree.”
I hoisted her up and made her hold onto the thick trunk overhead.
Her legs wobbled, weak at the knees, but with my help, she managed to steady herself against the tree.
“Samaritan… When did you get so strong…? Last time was… different…!”
Hippolyte’s voice trembled, intimidated by my brute strength.
But I ignored her, slowly—carefully—pulling down the thin panties clinging to her hips.
Sluuuurp.
“N-Nooo…!”
She squeezed her thighs together in protest.
I spread them just enough to tug the panties down to her calves.
Hah…
The sight of her toned, athletic a** was everything I’d imagined.
Between those firm cheeks, a tightly clenched pink hole and her glistening, sticky p*ssy lips practically dripping with arousal seared themselves into my vision.
Yep. This lower half was dangerous.
I couldn’t just leave it alone.
Slip.
“T-To think I’d suffer such shame…!”
Hippolyte shivered, but I nonchalantly ran a finger down her slick slit.
Schlick.
Squelch.
Parting her lips revealed a vivid pink interior, the remnants of her broken hymen still faintly visible.
“Pretty p*ssy.”
“P-Pretty…?!”
“I’ve seen enough to know. Yours is top-tier.”
“H-Hngh…! Y-You’ve seen… other women’s…?”
Truthfully, I’d only seen a couple in real life—most of my “experience” came from videos. But I didn’t correct her.
Even though I’d already ejaculated once, my shaft was stiff again just from staring at her twitching entrance.
Her p*ssy was already wet enough, but instead of plunging in, I had something else in mind.
Squelch, squelch.
I slid a single finger inside her. The sensation of her warm, slick walls hugging my digit was overwhelming.
A completely different feel from her br*asts.
So this is Hippolyte’s p*ssy…
“Hahhh—! W-What’s… inside me…? Hhhgnn…!”
I couldn’t just shove my fingers into Luna, who had taken a chastity vow. So this was my only chance.
Slurp, squish, schlick, squelch.
Her insides clung to my finger relentlessly, tighter than I’d expected.
But just one finger felt too plain, so I added a second.
“Hggk—! T-Too… thick…!”
Her reaction intensified immediately. Her knees buckled, and she lost her grip, sliding down the tree until her face and torso were pressed to the ground, a** still raised.
Pathetic. If this was a Gold Tier Adventurer, then she was just a b*tch in heat.
But seeing her like this only excited me more.
Squelch, squish, schlick.
Curling my fingers like I’d seen in those videos, I gently scraped her inner walls.
With every motion, an indescribable flood of arousal coated my hand up to the wrist. Knowing I was the one making her feel this way was intoxicating.
“How does it feel? What’s it like when my fingers are inside you?”
“Hngh—! Ah—! I-I don’t…! Hahhh…! H-How much… do you need to humiliate me… to be satisfied…?”
She could barely form coherent words anymore, only moans.
But her p*ssy clenched even tighter, making it hard to move my fingers.
“You’re squeezing way too hard. At this rate, you’re the pervert, Lady Hippolyte.”
I gave her a** a light slap—not hard, just enough to make a sound.
Smack!
The sharp noise startled her into screaming.
“Kyaaa—!”
Ironically, it was the lewdest, most feminine sound she’d made yet.
At the same time, her walls clamped down hard around my fingers, sending tingles up my arm.
Huh?
Wait.
Could it be…
Does Hippolyte get off on being dominated?
Testing the theory, I gave her another slap.
Smack!
“Eeek—! Hngh—! Mmph…!”
She jerked, fingertips clawing at the dirt.
Her p*ssy pulsed in rhythm, contractions growing stronger.
I wasn’t an expert, but remembering Luna’s reactions, this was clearly a minor org*sm.
“Lady Hippolyte… do you like being hit?”
“N-No…! I-I don’t… submit to violence…!”
“Ah, so you prefer it rough. Got it. Then… I’ll really act like a savage. I’ll take you by force.”
“T-Take…?!”
She spasmed at the crude phrasing.
Honestly, even I cringed at my own words, but staring at her dripping slit erased any hesitation.
Squelch.
I pulled out my fingers and positioned myself against her entrance.
“I’m gonna knock you up today.”
“N-Nooo…! I-I don’t wanna… be a savage’s wiiife…!”
Slowly, the tip of my shaft pushed past her tight, wet folds. The sensation of her wrinkled inner walls gripping me was vivid.
Schlllk.
“Hggk—! Nnngh…!”
Hippolyte dug her nails into the tree, as if resisting the overwhelming feeling.
Her lower half clenched so tightly it was almost hard to move, but at the same time, her walls sucked me in deeper.
Frustrated, I shoved my hips forward.
Shlllrrrk!
The tip of my length pressed against something deep inside her.
“Ghhaa—! T-Too… too deeeep…!”
[Author’s Note]
Hassan probably won’t live much longer…
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(End of Chapter)
(Note: This is a highly suggestive/NSFW chapter, but the translation adheres to the original tone and intent.)
