Chapter 102

102nd Episode

The Second Moon

Part 4

I wanted desperately to move my waist and feel the sensation as quickly as possible. The enticing walls around me were urging me to relish every part of my being, from the head to the root, and the overpowering desire to release the heat deep inside was overwhelming, suffocating my neck and head entirely.

Had this been mere m*sturbation, I would’ve done it without hesitation, without pondering at all.

But Luna, clinging to me, was so delicate and soft that I feared even the slightest roughness might break her. The fear of harming such fragility gripped me.

Thus, I endeavored to move as slowly and gently as possible, ensuring the movement lacked any trace of stimulation.

Goodness! Trying to avoid stimulating the other while attempting to share stimulation seemed contradictory. Nevertheless, just holding Luna like this was enough to fill me with immense satisfaction.

“Huuuuh, uh… it feels… strange…”

With every movement of my waist, Luna released her breath, unable to contain her sounds. Her hands were tightly wrapped around my back, her nails digging fiercely into my skin, likely to leave red scratch marks all over my back by tomorrow morning.

“Ugh.”

Luna went even further, biting my neck forcefully as if stimulated beyond the imaginable. How sensitive she was to this.

Mindful of stopping immediately if Luna asked, I slowly but surely drove myself deeper within her, then withdrew.

Plop. Plop, plop.

“Hmm, uuh, uh…”

With every repetition of the act, the moans that emerged from Luna’s mouth, her teeth locked onto my shoulder, grew stronger.

My vision obscured, I couldn’t tell Luna’s expression or distinguish whether her groans were from pain or pleasure, and this lack of clarity left me a tad dissatisfied.

Zap, zap, crunch. Swoosh.

“Uh, huh, uh, haaang, hh, h, hh…”

Always wary of hearing from Luna the word to stop, I remained tense. But Luna unexpectedly displayed an exceptional amount of patience, neither restraining nor protesting.

Only her body stiffened fully, hinting that after this, she’d end up thoroughly exhausted and probably drained.

Gurgle.

The force in Luna’s stomach and lower body tightened the walls around me increasingly, demanding a significant amount of my strength to move.

Plop, plop, swish, crunch, crunch.

“Haaang, haat, ah, ah, ah…!”

“Hey Luna, if it gets too tough, just say so.”

“Hm, ah, haaang, hmm, hmm, uh, haah…”

Was she too immersed to respond properly? Or was she valiantly trying to endure for my sake? Uncertain.

So, thinking to wrap it up quickly to spare Luna any more discomfort, I gradually sped up. It seemed like this would be easier for her too.

“Hh, haaang, ah, aa, aa, aah!”

Luna’s cries of what seemed like terminal despair and moans continued to erupt at short intervals, teasing my ears.

“Ugh, ah, haang, aah!”

Could it be I was pushing too hard? I felt concern rising but was in a peculiar state where slowing down now seemed regrettable.

Hoping Luna’s body, grown resilient with her level-15 advancement, would withstand this, I gently rolled her onto her back.

“From now on, I’ll keep going, even if you ask me to stop.”

“Uh!?”

I thrust into her rear opening as she lay face-down on the floor. She arched her hips high, ready.

“Huuugh, uh…”

Without giving her body time to adjust, I kept pushing my hardened self into the space between her hips.

“Ah, uh, haah…! You’re going… too fast… I feel like I’m going to d*e…”

Hearing Luna say she felt like dying, I froze, startled. Perhaps it was too much.

“Are you… okay…?”

“Hh, hmmmm…”

I asked into the void. Luna, breathing heavily, didn’t offer much beyond her strained exhales. It was frustrating not to see, my vision blocked.

So, unbeknownst to Luna, I slightly loosened the knot at the corner of my left eye, enabling me to see faintly—her back and pink hair emerging gradually.

Luna, like a cat, had only her hips raised. Her face, shoulders, and arms lay pressed against the floor, barely able to muster strength.

Crunch.

The item inserted into her hips jiggled again, revealing her rigid back and the head tilted backward.

“Huuuhng…!”

Plop, plop, swish, swish.

“Th, hiiik, hii, ahang, ahang, oh, oh, uah, ahh!”

Her unabridged reactions were incredibly pleasurable. If I could continue to enjoy this moment endlessly, what a joy that would be.

As the stimulation grew, so did the pressure on my body, tightening the grip where I touched her. And with it, the sensation of impending climax crept nearer, advancing rapidly like a runner.

Caught in the tug-of-war between the urge to release inside her now and the desire to savor this magical moment for a little longer, I gritted my teeth.

Graaah.

When I placed my hands on Luna’s curvy hips to control her roughly, gripping them with all my might, it happened.

“Aaang…!”

Somehow, that handling elicited a response from Luna, who squirmed, jerking her hips.

Swish, swish, crunch.

I felt the walls contracting around me, preventing any more penetration, and simultaneously, the sensitive head of mine was gripped and stimulated by her walls, sparking a shock-like wave from my toes to the tip of my tailbone and every part of my member.

“Ughh…!”

I, who thought that men moaning during this act was foolish, found it impossible to contain the sound with how her interior tightly surrounded me—soft, moist, yet gripping.

“What… What is… this, hmm, Hassan, feels, it… hmm, ahang, ohh…!”

Judging from that scream, Luna, too, trembled and collapsed lifelessly onto the floor.

Splash, splash. Splash.

Inside her warmth, I released my load endlessly, as if I were emptying everything I’d stored thus far.

“Hmm, uh, what, what, wa, aah, aaaah…!”

With a clear sense of being filled inside her own body, Luna, too, seemed to reach a great climax, producing a sound much louder than conceivable.

Swish.

Having climaxed once, I withdrew carefully from between Luna’s legs.

The pretty hole that had been so tightly sealed opened slightly, pulsating, to show the extent of my intrusion—truly beautiful.

Of course, unaware that I was still wearing the blindfold, Luna mustn’t have seen this scene.

*

After lying there in exhaustion, Luna regained some energy with my brief massage.

When the faint cramp and heavy chest feeling disappeared, she managed to move her body a little better.

“Hmm, I feel a bit better.”

“Thank goodness. Lie down then. I’ll also press on your back.”

After all, we’d had an unfamiliar posture and experience, and there was a chance she’d be sore tomorrow.

So, I massaged Luna thoroughly from her arms and legs to her armpits, arms, and neck, using my palms to stroke and my fingers to press firmly.

“Hmm, it tickles.”

After a while of being kneaded, Luna barely managed to laugh. I felt somewhat reassured.

“Then let’s call it a day?”

“No, I need to wash first!”

I thought we could just sleep it off, but Luna insisted on cleaning our bodies.

We ended up helping each other bathe with a damp cloth, with two moons high in the sky outside. This turned out to be a great experience.

The sight of Luna’s curves and her soft body stirred certain reactions once more in me, and it was quite a struggle to suppress them.

Once the makeshift shower ended, Luna, suddenly curling her knees like she had to relieve herself, shivered.

“Ugh, ah, it’s flowing inside… it hurts too…”

“Diarrhea?”

“No, not that!”

“Then what’s flowing?”

“I, don’t know!”

Crack.

Luna swatted my upper body with the wet towel. The wet towel struck like a whip, hurting more than expected.

“Hassan, let’s wash our bodies before eating tomorrow!”

Evidently unsatisfied despite drying her whole body with the wet towel, Luna insisted on this. I, too, liked keeping clean, so I nodded in agreement.

Thus, we lay down on the bare wooden floor as if nothing unusual had happened. The floor’s hardness under our tired bodies left something to be desired.

“A second blanket would be nice.”

“Yeah, you’re right…”

…

A brief silence followed her response.

Though we’d heatedly made love just a moment ago, Luna and I were acting incredibly awkward, as if we weren’t the same people.

There seemed to be an unwritten rule between us not to talk about what just happened.

Pretending as if nothing had occurred, it felt like we’d just gone through a day with a hole punched in it.

Would this awkwardness disappear by morning?

Exhausted from the day’s events and lying under the same blanket, a warmth began to soothe me, slowly inducing sleep.

When I yawned silently and closed my eyes, Luna spoke up.

“Hassan… are you…?”

“Not yet. What’s up?”

“Remember our earlier conversation… About Hassan becoming a great person.”

“What about it?”

“Thinking about it, it’s fine even if you don’t become so great. This small house feels good. Covering the same blanket for two people also feels nice.”

“Is that so?”

Luna’s words made me feel the hardness of the wooden floor under me more vividly.

This narrow, crammed room. You can hear the noise of scuffles from the slum and the cries—whether from a cat or a mouse—that disturb our sleep from this tiny shack.

Too cramped, whether on the second or the first floor, to escape the sound of Luna’s chatter coming from anywhere in this secret hideout.

I thought to myself how great it would be if I could spend every day like this with Luna in this little shack.

Of course, I know well that an ordinary life, ordinary happiness, can be truly challenging. Thinking there needs to be more effort ahead…

“But Hassan will certainly leave someday. To a place I can’t even imagine—so high, or deep down under the earth.”

Hearing the somewhat anxious tone in Luna’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“What if I leave?”

“Yeah. If you just suddenly vanish like this, I’d find it difficult knowing where you went.”

“What? You think I’ll vanish? Is this the fortune-telling talk from that Voodoo Priest again or some peculiar elder’s prophecy?”

“No…”

Luna shaking her head.

“This is just my intuition as a woman.”

Whoosh.

At that moment, the early morning wind cooled the air in the tiny house. We’d left the first-floor window slightly open so that Keng Keng could return anytime.

The wind momentarily draped a quiet calm over our bodies, like a cover. I broke it saying,

“Luna, your intuition isn’t reliable, after all. You’re just getting worried because it’s late. Go to sleep.”

“Is that so?”

Rustle, rustle.

As I closed my eyes trying to fall asleep, Luna grabbed my arm again. Was her hunger still unresolved? Considering we’d gone through a lot, her hunger might’ve deepened.

Thinking to let her chew on my arm if necessary, when Luna simply sniffed quietly instead of biting down.

“What’re you doing?”

“By memorizing your scent, I’ll be able to find you wherever you go.”

“Are you some kind of wolf?”

“…”

Luna said nothing more. Soon, her regular breathing indicated she’d drifted into sleep.

Just earlier, I too had been so drowsy, ready to plunge into a deep slumber. But Luna’s last words kept bothering me, plunging me into thought.

You’ll leave, you say. Is Luna exhibiting separation anxiety now?

If I were to go far beyond Luna’s reach, could it be the afterlife I face after d*ath, or perhaps the original home in another universe?

My hometown, whose secret code to the door lock I can’t even remember anymore.

I recalled the day I fell into a manhole and dropped into this bizarre world without warning.

I was snatched away, without any chance to bid farewell to my parents, my younger sister, or my acquaintances. d*mn, thinking about it now, it was so unfair and infuriating.

And similarly,

Could I also suddenly fall into some strange hole and return to my original home without prior warning?

Would it be possible for Luna and I to never meet again in this life?

Would Luna wander around aimlessly, searching everywhere for me the day I suddenly disappear?

I had found it extremely difficult to envision myself, celebrated and praised by people.

Yet, Luna’s face, wandering and finding my face in the crowd, seemed so vivid, as if I’d already seen it.

It was somehow unbearably sorrowful, and I felt my chest tighten. For a place I wanted to return to so dearly.

Oddly enough, now, I preferred this old shack to the cool air conditioners and fridges full of cola.

Until now, I’d thought my life, where the only thing to lose was my own existence, was something I just muddled through day by day. But now, as the things I can lose increase, I begin to feel increasingly uneasy. Hell.

What is this world, anyway?

Why am I here?

Until now, I had dismissed it as mere misfortune, but there seems to be something more I couldn’t overlook.

For instance, that long-eared pseudo-religious woman I met before diving into this bizarre world.

What was she, the one who preached to me about the primal chaos before the beginning of the cosmos?

No matter how much I ponder alone, I won’t likely come to any conclusions.

Tomorrow, I should head to the library after waking.

[Afterword]

Ding! With Hassan’s decision to study, the worldview notes will soon be unlocked…

In the future, the world settings or the relationships among deities, as well as the characters’ backgrounds, will occasionally appear on the settings window!

The settings, at least, will be mere side stories that don’t greatly affect the story, so if it’s bothersome, you don’t have to take a look…!!!

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