Chapter 134

134th Episode

Returner Hassan

Shhh, shhh.

Luna’s delicate fingers grazed over my abdomen, slipping inside my pants. They soon started teasing that part of me which was already stiff with arousal.

“Hassan, it’s gotten hard…”

At Luna’s words, I was at a loss, feeling both disoriented and an overwhelming sense of embarrassment, unsure of what to say.

Just answering with a simple “hmm” felt awkward, and asking “what do you think about my thing?” would have been even more foolish.

What should I say? What’s happening right now?

Numerous questions looped in my mind, dancing around like a dizzying whirlpool. Then, just as my heart started getting accustomed to the thumping,

Sshh.

Luna’s hand firmly grasped my member. Was this the first time she had taken such initiative on her own?

Given that I live with a cute young girl, I had expected something like this might happen eventually. But now that Luna has created such a situation in reality, I was overcome with embarrassment and confusion, unsure of what to do.

“Luna, you don’t have to do this…”

A complex blend of emotions swirled within me: awkwardness, embarrassment, a strange sense of defeat, and a growing unease due to Luna’s control over this situation.

It’s not that I didn’t feel good; it’s just that I don’t know how to handle moments like this.

Should I just enjoy it? If so, how? Should I make some moaning sounds? Hmm, that still feels wrong somehow.

“Hassan, does it feel good…?”

Even in this situation, Luna was considerate enough to ask my opinion. Her glittering eyes were staring at me amidst the pitch-dark room.

“Erm, yes, it does feel good…”

Suuu, suuu.

With renewed vigor, Luna’s hand began to move faster up and down. Was her hesitation fading and giving way to more confidence?

Normally, I’d be gradually getting more aroused in this scenario, but strangely, my climax wasn’t intensifying. I feared her slender arms might tire out before anything happens.

So, in exasperation, I slowly began to move my left hand. It found its way to Luna’s soft br*asts touching her through her thin cloth.

“Unh…”

I worried she might protest with something along the lines of ‘Don’t touch’, but to my surprise, Luna readily allowed me to handle her.

This young girl, who permits me to touch her br*asts freely – this excited me even more than her hand grazing my member.

I continued to touch her br*asts. When I softly caressed her prominent nipples through the thin layer of fabric, Luna flinched.

“Aah, don’t… Tonight, I’m supposed to do it for you.”

She reprimanded me with a small pout, like a playful tease. I wondered what made Luna so eager tonight.

Is this because she wanted to console me since I suffered in the war?

War is a wonderful thing.

I wish there was a war happening daily.

The idealistic pacifist Hassan couldn’t hold on for a day.

Soft, Soft.

Touching Luna’s br*asts while enjoying the sensation of being stroked, I lost myself in the pleasure.

Lying in the cushiony bed, I could substitute stroking Luna with pleasing myself, making me wonder if this might be heaven.

Could I have died on the battlefield already and am now dreaming in heaven? Such idiotic thoughts crossed my mind.

Thus, I wondered if I should take a slightly more proactive stance since things have progressed this far.

“…Luna, can I ask you a favor?”

“Favor…?”

“Um, could you… with your mouth…?”

A few weeks ago, I had Luna briefly perform fellatio. Despite her awkwardness and inexperience, it had been unexpectedly pleasurable, etching deeply into my mind the notion that fellatio is truly marvelous.

“I, with my mouth…”

Hesitantly, Luna stood up. She appeared quite hesitant, but eventually she kneeled between my thighs, bringing her lips close to my member. Thankfully, she didn’t refuse.

However, just like last time, she inhaled deeply through her nose, sniffing at it.

“The smell isn’t… bad.”

“I washed it, so that makes sense.”

“The smell… isn’t… the smell of my hometown…”

I thought the absence of any odor would be good. But Luna appeared unexpectedly melancholic. Come to think of it, she had mentioned before that my thing smelled like her hometown.

Perhaps Luna was unknowingly curing her homesickness through this.

I feared that her disappointment with the lack of smell would make her lose interest.

Shhh.

Luna then parted her lips slightly and started to take my member in her mouth, slowly from the tip. The warmth, dampness, softness, and a well-balanced pressure within her mouth were indescribably pleasurable. My member seemed to be getting drawn further in.

Slurp, sshh.

There was simply no other way to describe the sensation other than feeling like I was getting sucked in. Slowly, Luna began to move her head and chin, with my member enveloped in her mouth.

Slurp, slurp.

Every time her pink hair swayed, it felt as if my member was being swept by softness, causing my backbone to tingle and my waist to instinctively rise.

This time, unlike her clumsy and toothy attempts earlier, Luna appeared more proficient, seemingly aware of how to make a man feel good.

“Haa, slurp, phew, slurp-.”

Therefore, my climax began to build much faster than expected. Just as I was about to let out a groan,

Gulp, gulp.

Perhaps due to the accumulation over a long time and the intensity of the stimulation, I ejaculated heavily in Luna’s mouth before I could react.

“Eep.”

Luna trembled in surprise. And then she removed her mouth from my thing.

“Beh-.”

From Luna’s mouth, my sticky semen dripped, pooling in her small palm.

“Luna, so much came out. Did you enjoy it…?”

I had been flying high, feeling incredibly good just moments ago. But now, thinking that I had climaxed in her mouth without permission and seeing her calmly staring at the semen in her palm, I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to bury myself under the blanket.

Do I always climax this quickly? Is it because I’m tired?

“…It tasted nothing like I imagined. I thought it would taste like night flowers…”

“That’s right? Sorry that it came on so suddenly…”

“Nevertheless, its magical energy is quite strong, which makes it a fine substitute for night flowers as potion ingredients-.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

Since Luna seemed about to say something terrible, I desperately shook my head in denial. Thereupon, Luna quietly stared at the semen pooled in her palm before standing up with a smooth motion.

“Well then, I’ll go wash my hands and mouth.”

With that, she descended to the first floor.

In p*rn or adult-oriented manga, women often swallow semen, but I guess such scenarios really only exist within fiction.

I couldn’t help but feel a slight tinge of disappointment.

Of course, the peculiar embarrassment of being pleasured so unilaterally by Luna, who was effectively ‘milking’ me of my fluids, overshadowed any such trivial feelings. My face burned as if I were now subordinate to Luna, our roles reversed.

Honestly, I thought Luna relied on me. Now it feels like the situation has completely flipped.

As some time passed, Luna returned, carrying with her a fresh, faintly sweet fragrance. She then snuggled up beside me.

Not only that, but she also wedged herself into my arms, curling up and rubbing against me.

“Hassan, I like you-”

At those words, the awkwardness and complex sense of hierarchy I had felt until moments ago disappeared in an instant.

Luna probably didn’t care about such power dynamics from the start, being as pure-hearted and simple as she is.

I understood why Nox and her brother Moros were so flustered around Luna.

On a regular day, I might have felt too embarrassed to say what I next did, but perhaps enduring the war had made me mature a little, giving me the slight courage to speak up.

“…, I, I like you too.”

Color, slowly.

Whether she heard or not, Luna was already fast asleep. So, holding her soft body close like a corpse bride, I simply fell asleep.

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The next day.

News arrived that all remnants of the cultists near Sodomora had been eliminated.

After a grueling month-long fight against the cultists, it was finally over.

The main force that had captured Mount Baldez had returned, and Sodomora was bustling with a grand festival celebrating with a cacophony of cheering and noise everywhere.

And I, along with Luna, wandered the market, stopping by a clothing store.

Clothing Store Blessed by Minerva

A tailor I remembered from early days for its alligator-leather clothing.

Jingle, jangle.

As I entered, the familiar smell of jasmine—no, perhaps lavender—tickled my nose.

Smells carry more memories than one realizes, and as that scent wafted, vague memories of my previous visits to this particular tailor began to surface.

I vaguely remembered the strangely enigmatic female shopkeeper, but today she was nowhere to be seen.

“Hassan, how about this?”

Luna held up a cloak with a long pointed tail like a sparrow’s. It was one kind of frock coat that the nobility wandering the streets might wear.

“The color’s a bit too dark, isn’t it? Who wears black?”

“Hassan, black because it’s generally dark. You’re so dark-skinned, black would look good on you.”

Although what Luna said sounded somewhat discriminatory, since it was without malicious intent, I decided to let it slide.

Anyway, Luna and I were picking out clothes that would suit each other’s bodies.

The reason we were suddenly choosing clothes – the alligator-leather outfit I’d been wearing was seriously torn and worn out. Moreover, a note had arrived this morning from something called the Sodomora Council.

“You’ve been invited to a banquet to discuss post-war reparations and commendations.”

There was more written beneath that, but mostly formalities: how thanks to Minerva’s grace, the war was won with little loss, and how this victory would be recorded and remembered forever. No need to dwell on those.

The main point was that I had been invited to a banquet hosted by a marquis family of considerable power in Sodomora.

One companion was allowed, so naturally, I was going to the banquet with Luna, which filled me with both tension and anticipation.

“Hassan, you beheaded a giant, right? They’re probably going to give you gold coins!”

Luna trembled with anticipation, listening to my war stories, her feet tingling in excitement at the thought of what rewards the marquis family might offer.

Of course, what I did in the war wasn’t just beheading a giant. I also hit a score of 200 in some task and summoned the God of Light.

However, people seem to treat that feat as if it were not my doing but rather a whim of the gods or some miraculous event that just happened to occur.

It’s probably because only I know that I was capable of using such powers. While Luna might have a faint idea, she wasn’t present at the scene.

If I bragged about that, I could end up being grabbed by cultists or mad scientists for dissection, or worse, captured by spellcasters like the witch Nemea who might split my head open. So, I decided it’s best to keep quiet about it.

“What? 30 silver for a single garment? Can’t we just not attend?”

Anyway, as evening drew near,

In the eastern gate region of Sodomora stood a vast mansion.

Under the moonlight, Luna and I managed to find the marquis’s mansion after asking around from people nearby.

Up close, the mansion was clearly the event venue as it was brightly lit with splendid lights and bustling with many noisy voices.

“Hassan, I’m so nervous. There are so many nobles here. Do I look suitable? I spent 20 silver on this dress.”

Luna, wearing a pink off-the-shoulder dress similar in color to her hair, was anxious, unsure of what to do. Of course, I, too, was equally nervous.

“Luna, you look great. How about me? I ended up buying black.”

“You look like a successful thief! A thief with plenty of followers!”

“Ri-right. Anyway, I’m nervous.”

If the nobility of this world resembles senators, generals, or high-ranking officials, then it’s nerve-wracking to think about standing before such people.

In a strange twist, I felt more nervous than I did when battling the undead on the battlefield.

“Halt.”

As we approached the massive gate, soldiers covered in brass armor, long spears in hand, blocked our way. They were guards.

“Who are you? Those not invited cannot enter.”

From beneath their face masks, we could feel the distinctly bluish eyes of the continent’s people scanning over Luna and me. They seemed to be quite devoted to their duty. Must get good pay.

But we couldn’t be turned away by a mere guard. So, I pulled out the banquet invitation from my sleeve and showed it to them. The guard, upon seeing it, exclaimed in awe.

“So you’re that Samaritan! I’ve heard you performed some incredible feats on the battlefield beyond belief!”

“…Hassan, he’s strong!”

From behind me, Luna replied for me, trembling as if scared of the guard.

I, on the other hand, became extremely embarrassed, as I have a weakness against such overt compliments, much like I have against witches.

As I fumbled, the spears crossed in an X before us were lowered to open the gate.

“Enter then. Dragging in heathens from foreign lands is new to me.”

“Don’t cause any trouble inside!”

Under such peculiar greetings from the guards, we entered the noble’s garden. It wasn’t any less spectacular than the Venus Temple garden we visited before, with colorful flowers, decorations, fountains and strangely-shaped trees.

“Hassan, look! There’s an imperial butterfly flying!”

Luna pointed to a corner of the garden. Curious, I turned my head to see a butterfly larger than a palm drinking nectar from a flower.

sh*t, is it Tinker Bell?

“Nyaa, butterfly wings, droppings…”

Unlike my instinctive fear of large butterflies, Luna’s eyes saw it purely as ingredients.

But would capturing a butterfly from the noble’s garden result in me getting kicked out? Or worse, possibly fined?

“Luna, don’t touch anything. Selling everything we own might not be enough to cover the cost.”

“Grrrr…”

As Luna consoled her disappointed feelings,

“Good that you didn’t run off, Samaritan. Is the one beside you no, Nox Dotty?”

A confident voice came from behind me. Hippolyte was there in her fully-armored attire, standing in a place that seemed somewhat out of place for such a social event.

“Hippolyte! Why are you here?”

“…I was also invited. Nox Dotty hasn’t changed even after all these years. Anyway, Samaritan, I’ve heard about your achievements. Looks like my special training was effective.”

“Tha-that’s… right…”

Should I say it really was effective? The atmosphere suggested I should. Hippolyte was pleased with my answer and grinned.

“Of course. A paltry blessing doesn’t compare to real combat. Did the battlefield experience or perhaps your neat uniform make you look quite impressive? If nothing happens, we’ll be seated at the same table-.”

Just as Hippolyte was about to say more,

Someone approached us.

“Hem, are you Hippolyte Heavensinger? I am Derr von Maph from the city of Kolkata. The second son of the Maph Baron family. Truly commendable to behold your noble aura despite such heavy armor.”

The second son of the Maph Baron family means he’s a noble? A noble addressing Hippolyte. Wondering what it could be, Luna poked my side.

“People’s names have ‘von’ in them. Huhuhuhu.”

“Von,” the name did sound rather amusing, and apparently, it amused Luna too. We both giggled at it.

At that moment, Hippolyte spoke to the noble’s second son.

“Mr. Maph, please excuse me, I’m speaking with acquaintances.”

“Ah, I see. Well then, I look forward to your continued excellence. With Kolkata and Sodomora establishing diplomatic relations, we’ll surely have more opportunities to meet.”

And with that, he made a few steps backward before disappearing into a corner of the party. Hippolyte sighed in relief after he left.

“It seems rumors spread quickly among the nobility. Of course, they sit at the table all day talking elegantly.”

“Rumor? What’s the matter?”

“The talk of my potential marriage has spread across the social circle.”

At the mention of marriage, Hippolyte snorted.

“Marriage?”

At the word ‘marriage,’ Luna’s round eyes widened as she looked up at Hippolyte’s face.

“Hippolyte, aren’t you the chief of the Virgin Legion? How can you marry?”

“Ah, you haven’t heard yet. Today, I’ve decided to elevate to Gold Tier status. I no longer need to adhere strictly to the vow of chastity. Although, naturally, I’m not expecting to find a man to my liking—.”

Hippolyte’s eyes narrowed. Then, after scanning around and eventually meeting my gaze, she added a few more words.

“However, considering this large party, there might be someone suitable. You never know, there might be a capable man nearby.”

[Afterword]

Michuri is still holding your breath…

This was… like an oxygen respirator today…

Something… something will come out soon…

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