Chapter 141

141th Episode

The Sun, the Moon, and the Sword

141 – The Sun, the Moon, and the Sword #6

Ding.

As I grasped Hippolyte’s wrist to take her pulse, the usual characters floated into view. However, the information contained within these characters implied more than it had before.

『Name: Hippolyte Heavensinger Lv. 44

Strength: 15

Agility: 15

Vitality: 14

Quirks: Unlucky with money》Inconsistent》Unfortunate love life》

Condition: bl**d Curse》Moonlight Allergy》Sensitive Skin》Great Panic』

Firstly, the question marks obscuring Hippolyte’s level have been fully revealed.

Level 44, huh.

To me, it’s a level far beyond imagination. How can her basic stats all be nearing 15? Is she really human? Oh right, she’s a demigod.

Looking at it, she truly is half-divine.

Though, by some strange ability, I’ve managed to level up as well.

To break through to level 40 like Hippolyte, how many patients must she have treated through acupressure, how many totems must she have carved?

Perhaps it strained Luna’s wrist too much.

In reality, Hippolyte probably had to surpass limits and make sacrifices far beyond what most endure to level up. To think that she is now prostrating herself nakedly before me.

I’m not sure whether I should mourn this fact or feel excited about it.

Of course, my judgment has no reservations in becoming rock-hard, but my mind churns with various thoughts.

Unlucky with money? Inconsistent? Unfortunate love life?

All quirks I’ve never seen before. Also, amidst the conditions, there’s one phrase that stands out.

Hippolyte’s condition section was previously filled with “???”, so I noticed something new.

“Sensitive Skin” and “Great Panic” are clearly new additions. Maybe one of these was previously “???”.

By all accounts, the one that existed beforehand was “Sensitive Skin,” and the new affliction is “Great Panic.”

Given the recent events that shocked her in various ways, it’s likely that she has just triggered a panic attack, babbling incoherently.

“S-Samaritan’s hand…”

As I was observing her pulse and the floating characters, Hippolyte, whose wrist I held, whispered as she gently rubbed her face against the palm of my hand.

It tickled, like a cat or puppy petting its owner.

“Today only… I’ll keep it a secret from everyone… I’ll treasure it as my own secret…”

If she is asking like this, it must be right to agree. She has promised not to spread it around to others, after all.

If handled delicately enough, a happy resolution where everyone is content might be possible.

If, on the other hand, I were to decline when she has come to me like this…

Oh no. With Hippolyte currently in the throes of a great panic, I can’t imagine what she might do. She might even resort to some memory-erasing magic and sever my head.

“Alright, Lady Hippolyte.”

“R-Really..?”

“…Only tonight.”

“…Yes, fine. Good.”

“But… This place isn’t suitable…”

I looked around.

To conduct our business in this cramped first floor room fills me with a strange sense of guilt, as much as I might be reckless. Imagine if the noise wakes Luna, and she sees us?

I cannot bear that thought.

So I draped the blanket I normally sleep under over Hippolyte’s body.

“…Let’s go outside. Quietly.”

I walked through the back alleys bathed in moonlight with Hippolyte, draped in the blanket. Despite the absence of streetlights or lampposts, the nighttime is rather bright.

Because both moons in the sky are full tonight. People in this world call such a phenomenon the “Twin Full Moon,” and it carries a superstition that strange events tend to occur during these nights.

Thus, on nights like these, the streets are quiet, with the world settling into silence.

Reflecting on it, the night I met the witch Nemea and the night I had Luna drunk and intoxicated were also nights of the Twin Full Moon.

These full moons truly seem to hold some strange magical power.

“W-Where are you taking me?”

Covering her body with the blanket, Hippolyte asked fearfully. Her being afraid—it’s an image that doesn’t quite fit this sharp-edged woman, but it’s real. It seems even she can feel fear.

After all, for a woman walking through a poorly lit back alley practically n*ked, following a dark stranger, it must be natural to feel uneasy.

In an attempt to reassure her, somewhat uneasily myself, I said,

“We’re looking for an appropriate place.”

In the nearby slums, there are old inns, but on further thought, if Hippolyte and I were to enter one together in this state, rumors would undoubtedly spread far and wide.

So, inns are out.

That leaves secluded back alleys or hidden nooks and crannies. Even so, conducting such an important event for Hippolyte outdoors feels… somewhat inappropriate.

It’s quite exciting, but perhaps not right.

So my eyes turned to the ramshackle barns next to Luna’s cottage. The location of Luna’s cottage is along a street lined with abandoned warehouses, once used by some trading company, long since defunct. Hence, Luna now owns one of these empty warehouses, where she crafts Moai totems and remodeled it into her workshop.

In short, there are quite a few empty warehouses around.

So, I approached the wooden barn closest to us quietly and peered inside through the cracks in the wood.

Whistling air greeted me.

The inside was cool and devoid of any traces of recent use, confirming it had been abandoned undisturbed for quite some time.

Creaky-Creaky.

However, there was a fairly sturdy lock on the barn to prevent vagrants from causing chaos. Despite the old barn, the lock was unexpectedly solid.

What to do?

This seems to be the best option. It’s secluded.

Just as I was feeling perplexed,

“Hum, let me try.”

Hippolyte stepped aside, grabbed the lock, and with a deep “Hnn” sound, the lock broke with a heavy thud and clattered to the ground.

What just happened?

Surprised, I stared, and Hippolyte, seemingly embarrassed, bowed her head.

“…Using mana, something like this is easy without much effort.”

“Indeed.”

I might not fully understand what ‘mana’ is, but it’s probably akin to magic. It’s incredibly impressive.

In any case, we broke into the barn and entered. Hay lay scattered on the floor, with some dried grain and torn burlap sacks visible.

It must have been a storage barn for grain.

Though there were quite a few spider webs, thankfully there were no spiders, mice, or bugs. As I looked around, I found a stubby candle that had mostly burned out and lit it.

Fwoosh.

The small flame illuminated the small wooden barn. Noticing a spinning wheel, I realized it was likely used as a mill.

A place to grind grains and make rice cakes.

A mill…

For some reason, it made me feel rather lewd, and I found myself getting excited, feeling somewhat suffocated.

Though I didn’t consciously recognize it, wasn’t I technically here for s*x with a woman? Rice cake making, i.e., s*x itself.

With a healthy beauty like Hippolyte, it was quite honest that I had been stiff for a long time, feeling a dull pain in my lower abdomen as I desired release.

“Are we doing it here…?”

The woman who had rambled incoherently earlier had transformed. Ever since we exited Luna’s cottage, Hippolyte became strangely calm again. Her eyes, perhaps from having cried and vented earlier, were moist and her face flushed, making her even more beautiful than usual.

After all, a half-n*ked woman under a gentle light—what could be more beautiful?

The desolate, run-down location.

A female adventurer of the Gold tier asked in marriage by nobles.

Something about this mismatch felt like it was transforming my surroundings into something entirely different.

Having this woman for a night is something I would want to boast about to the world, but of course, no one would believe me if I did.

In any case, I peeled off the blanket wrapped around Hippolyte’s body. I then spread it neatly on the floor and lay her down gently.

“Hnn…”

Hippolyte’s body, already heated from the emotions of the evening, felt pleasantly warm against the chilly barn air, making me want to embrace her more.

Slowly moving my fingers down, I pressed them where her thighs met. The sticky and warm secretions became apparent immediately.

“Heeung… It feels… strange…”

Hippolyte’s intimate area was drenched so thoroughly there was no room left for more. However, her body was stiff with tension mixed with various emotions.

The foreplay feels sufficient, but she will likely feel some pain regardless. Foreplay can’t possibly hurt when done in excess.

Recalling Luna’s first time, I had probably rushed things and caused her some considerable discomfort.

Since it’s still early and Luna will likely wake up at dawn, I thought taking it slow would be the better choice.

With slow movements, and just like how Hippolyte had shed her clothes, so did I. Covering her like a blanket under the spread, I gently pressed my body to hers.

She shivered slightly but accepted my advance, placing her palms on my back.

“Umm… what should I do?”

“…It’s not very clear to me either, but I’ll lead us along.”

“S-Samaritan, you don’t seem very experienced, do you?”

“H-Huh? Something like that, I guess.”

“Ho, so it’s like that, huh.”

When Hippolyte realized my inexperience, she oddly seemed rather pleased. Though I’ve heard women prefer experienced men, maybe it varies by person.

Just as Hippolyte’s bias towards men needed correcting, so did my own towards women.

I began with caressing her large br*asts. Gently stroking her slightly drooping nipples brought on a tremor in Hippolyte.

“Ahh… Ugh…”

Different from last time, where she tried to suppress her voice, now she seemed willing to fully embrace the sensations.

It’s good for both me and her. It’s helpful for me to learn where to touch and how, allowing for mutual pleasure.

Thus, I not only caressed her soft br*asts but also ran my hands freely over her long arms, tightly pressed abdomen, and sides.

Drenched in sweat from excitement, her smooth skin slipped against my palm, making the whole situation feel exceptionally erotic.

“Aaah, Ahh… Hnn, Ha…”

Additionally, she readily reacted to wherever and how I touched her. Perhaps it is due to the condition “Sensitive Skin.”

In fact, upon reflection, I remembered a piece of knowledge that a man’s erogenous zones may be concentrated, but the entire body of an aroused woman acts as an erogenous zone.

“Ah, ah, hnn…!”

With slow stroking motions,

“Uhn, why are you caressing my body like this? Hmm, if you’re playing around… stop it… Aah, ah!”

I caressed her taut abs and firm thighs continuously. It’s hard to tell since her reaction is similar no matter where I touch.

“…Does it feel good when I touch you like this?”

“Hmm, ahn, it’s ticklish. Hn, it also makes my whole body feel a little tingling…”

Contrasting with the soft and supple body of someone like Luna, Hippolyte’s well-toned physique brought its unique pleasure.

A healthy woman.

A healthy woman instinctively fascinates a man. She must surely bear healthy children and become a strong mother. Perhaps she could even bear many children if she wished.

Even though she could pick any suitor she pleased.

That a woman like her lay completely n*ked beneath me feels almost sinful.

Am I dreaming?

As I continued to stroke Hippolyte’s flat abdomen slowly, she questioned me.

“Uh, isn’t a well-trained body off-putting? To a man’s eyes, my body might not be considered very feminine…”

Her voice carried a lack of confidence, as if she harbored some complex about her appearance.

I hadn’t noticed that. Apparently, she had been holding this thought since she undressed.

“No, your body looks great. It’s nice to touch as well.”

“G-Great.”

“Because of this, I’m going to give it a taste.”

“Wh-What do you mean by taste? Wh-what… ah!”

My tongue traced from her collarbone to the valley between her br*asts, across her abdominal muscles, and eventually reached her heavily soaked crotch.

Lapping. Licking, Slurping.

Hippolyte’s intimacies were so soaked that my tongue itself became wet.

But to bypass her swollen outer folds and directly penetrate the thick hymen without tasting seemed almost sacrilegious.

“Auh, uh, ah! Where are you licking? That, that place…”

“Intimate spot… just call it the intimate spot.”

“Such… Such a lewd word! How could I- Ugh-haah!”

“I’ll bite it if you don’t.”

“M-What are you talking about, biting?! Haa-ah!”

Hippolyte let out a noise without hesitation upon feeling my sharp teeth graze her erect clitoris.

“Uuhh, aaahh, ungh!”

She climaxed slightly as she trembled.

“Now, say it.”

“Huhh… Huhh…”

Watching Hippolyte breath heavily with each word, I felt a strange sensation rising within me. It was a mix of playful mischief or perhaps a tinge of sadism.

As if an octopus spilling its ink in my heart, making it turn dark. My heart grew dark.

Though it’s an odd expression for a middle schooler to use, I couldn’t think of a better way to describe it. Besides, that isn’t important now.

“Speak.”

“S-Samaritan, no, Hassan, I feel an unusual mana from you- it’s similar to the cultists…”

“Stop deviating. Hurry up, great queen of the Amazons Hippolyte: ask for the savage’s thick p*nis to take her virgin crotch.”

“Guhh…”

Seeing her fluster made it oddly entertaining. Perhaps, it was my nature to enjoy making fun of others.

“Hurry up.”

“T-This is terribly embarrassing…”

“… If you don’t say it, I’ll hit you.”

Like before, I lightly tapped between her legs with my palm. Just that alone caused Hippolyte to contort, lifting her legs high.

“Ughhh! Uungh!! Aaaah!”

“Now speak.”

“Fine, fine… Huhh…”

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