142nd Episode
*Sun and Moon and the Sword
142 – Sun and Moon and the Sword #7
I once again lightly tapped Hippolyte’s swollen labia, which resembled pretty flower petals, between her legs with the palm of my hand.
“Hhhhaang…!”
Even though I tapped her very gently, Hippolyte’s highly sensitive reaction was quite amusing. I had no idea I harbored such a sadistic nature.
In a way, I feel like I’m becoming a different person, and it’s somewhat frightening.
But this is what men are like.
A man who has his “pride” up and one who doesn’t might as well be two entirely different creatures. I decide to do something to Hippolyte that I would never usually consider.
“Hurry and say it. Into the virgin crotch of Empress Hippolyte, I shall insert the thick d*ck of a crude barbarian and sprinkle my seeds.”
“Uh, ah, I understand… Just do it already.”
As I slowly raise my palm, Hippolyte trembles in fear as if it were some terrifying instrument of coercion.
Actually, it seems the shame she feels from getting struck in such an important area surpasses the pain of the blow itself.
“Say it while spreading it wide.”
“That, that much….”
“s*ck.”
“Ah, alright. J, just stop hitting me….”
She answers in a pleading tone. At the same time, her trembling fingers approach her lower half.
Before long, Hippolyte uses her slender fingers to fully spread her wet crotch.
“Hey, the, the, barbarian’s dic…d*ck. P, pl, please put it i..into my..virgi…virgin v…v*gina.”
“Hmm.”
Though it wasn’t exactly what I’d instructed, she’s practically crying from shame, so I decide to let it slide. Anyway, I can’t hold back any longer.
It’s said that having an erection for too long can make your lower abdomen feel stiff and painful. Turns out it’s true.
“Very good.”
Gently stroking Hippolyte’s sweat-soaked hair, I gradually press my lower half between her legs.
“Now, the d..d*ck..”
At this, Hippolyte merely mutters to herself in disbelief that she is uttering such lewd words.
Just as I’m about to gently push the tip of my member into the entrance of her wet crotch—
Sshh.
Hippolyte suddenly tries to close her thighs as if rejecting me.
Is she now feeling fear? Even if we proceed here, it could become something irreversible.
Though it’s regrettable as a man, if she tells me to stop, I’ll have to comply.
“Samaritan, rather, ah, Hassan….”
“Yes, my lord…? Did you change your mind about continuing?”
“Huh… No. But there is one promise I need from you… Somehow, I feel like I’ll only feel pitiful if I lose my virginity this way… So, could you perhaps… love me tonight…?”
“Love…?”
“Th, that’s right. Like lovers in the bards’ songs… and, if possible, I would like it to be gentle…”
“Ah.”
It felt like I’d been struck in the head.
I think I understand what Hippolyte is seeking. The dark clouds that had been swirling in my mind are beginning to clear.
I was lost in lust, but Hippolyte is about to experience her first time.
While some might find it old-fashioned, I’ve always believed that a woman’s first experience should be sacred and exalted.
The purity a woman gives should be something she can give to someone she loves completely, someone to whom she would gladly give everything.
For whatever reason, Hippolyte is offering this precious purity to me. Perhaps, for this one day, I must become that person for Hippolyte.
“Ah, never mind, it’s probably too much to ask… Do as you please.”
Hippolyte, as if regretting her own words, tries to backtrack on her story.
Instead of replying, I gently lean my weight onto her body, cradle her head, and slowly place more weight on my lower half.
Sshh, Chug.
My member begins to slowly penetrate her moist opening.
“A bit of pain may come.”
“Gu, it’s fine. I am accustomed to pain… Nghhhaa…!”
I watch as Hippolyte’s face contorts in real-time. It looks as if her entire lower abdomen is being stabbed with a kn*fe.
So her hymen might be thicker than usual, which would make the pain greater. I had thought foreplay was enough, but perhaps it has its limits.
“Ah, it hurts! It hurts!”
Despite saying she was used to pain, Hippolyte is clearly in agony, unsure of what to do.
I am inexperienced too, so I can’t figure out what to do—unable to thrust deeper and unable to pull out, I remain in an awkward position.
“Shall we stop?”
“H, if it hurts this much… K, like being torn by a kn*fe… But, still, continue… I think I can bear it…”
Once again, large teardrops begin to slide down Hippolyte’s eyes. They’re not tears of sadness but rather reflexive tears from the pain.
Even though she’s trying to endure the pain, what should I do?
How can I reduce her pain? But there’s not much I can actually do. The only effort I can make might be gently massaging her lower abdomen with my fingers.
Sshh, Sshh.
I roughly estimate how deep my member is and start to massage underneath Hippolyte’s navel with my palm.
“Kruh… What is this…?”
Rubbing in a clockwise motion from her dan tian (lower abdomen) towards the outside where the uterus is located, Hippolyte pulls her thighs up towards her chest and shivers.
“Uruhh… Hu, huuuh!”
“Does the pain feel better?”
“Y, somewhat… Unexpectedly, very gentle, Samaritan. Is this some special Samaritan technique?”
“Something like that. Now, I’ll push deeper, so exhale.”
“Huuuuh.”
While gently stroking her lower abdomen, I encourage her to gather energy in her body through breathing, similar to what Luna’s time.
I realize that accepting another person’s body part for the first time requires such meticulous preparation and action.
During Luna’s time, I was too preoccupied to realize this. I wonder how I managed that occasion.
Gee-ggak. Sss. Chee-ggak. Shhh.
“Kruh, hmm… Hhh—”
I can feel my member gradually entering her warm v*gina from the tip.
“Hhhaa, Hhaaat…!”
It seems like she’s experiencing severe pain, so I press my hand firmly on her lower abdomen to distract her attention.
Chil-geug.
I successfully push my member in all the way to the end.
“Huuhaa, haau, aha, it hurts! Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! It hurts, hhaa, hhuuh—!”
Meanwhile, Hippolyte beneath me is crying and flailing about, clearly at a loss.
While Luna’s flailing felt cute as she snuggled into my embrace, due to Hippolyte’s tall and slim build, her movements make me feel like I’m trying to suppress a volcano about to erupt with a lid.
“Oooh, it hurts….”
Even though she’s a Gold Tier adventurer known for toughness, she seems unusually sensitive. Reflecting on it, her “sensitive skin” status must be affecting her. Is it also affecting her internally?
“Hu, yuhh—”
Anyway, I’ve decided to compliment her as she pants heavily.
“It’s all the way in.”
“Y, yes. Huu…. I never imagined such pain could exist in this world….”
“So, may I start moving?”
“Huuuuh, huuu—. Go ahead. Men said it feels better when they move, didn’t they….”
To be honest, even staying still feels pretty good.
Because Hippolyte’s toned body hugs my member tightly, like a smooth and soft vice.
Every time Hippolyte pants heavily, its insides quiver intensely, showing movement even while staying still, making me feel like I could reach climax at any moment.
Honestly, I wanted to finish quickly, too.
I wanted to end this unfamiliar and awkward time as soon as possible and return to the cottage without Luna noticing.
But Hippolyte’s narrow v*gina feels so hot, wet, and tight that it is extremely stimulating, making me feel reluctant to finish so quickly. This opportunity only lasts for one day, after all.
“Huuuh, hiuuuh. Huuuuh.”
Hippolyte, who was complaining of pain, seems to be stabilizing her breathing. Now, it’s probably okay to start moving.
Sshh, Chee-ggak.
So, I slightly pull out my object buried deep within her belly.
Together with the wet sound of friction, her v*gina seems to s*ck in my member even more tightly.
Literally, Hippolyte’s v*gina feels like it’s sucking and swirling my member.
I’m truly amazed at how such a phenomenon is possible.
“Ahh, it hurts! Ow, ouch!”
However, Hippolyte, unaware that her body has a natural talent for extracting male semen, continues to m*an about the lingering pain.
I don’t expect her to m*an with pleasure, but hearing her complain about the pain makes me feel guilty, causing a pang in my chest.
So, I cover her mouth with my lips.
Chuuw Chuw.
“Yeeeep-!?”
Hippolyte freezes in surprise at the unexpected kiss.
Thinking it’s her first kiss, I make an effort to show her the good points of kissing. I push my tongue into her slightly parted lips and caress her soft lips with my own.
Despite my modest experience with kissing, I’m still more experienced than the frozen Hippolyte and can guide her awkwardly.
“Hhha, huu, hhhuup.”
Just as I am caressing her mouth with my tongue for a long time,
Finally, after relentless knocking, Hippolyte’s tense body seems to relax a bit, and she even tries to receive my lips and tongue in her own way, moving her tongue timidly.
It’s honestly a little adorable.
“Huhu, Chuuu, Hhaa, huuu.”
Taking advantage of Hippolyte being distracted by the kiss, I widen her thighs and start moving my hips.
Chap, Chap, Chee-ggak. Cheep. Zhik. Cheep. Zeep. Zeep.
“Ooh, uhng, haah-. Haa, uhnn, aahh, aeuu….”
Hippolyte, who seems to be in pain, furrows her brow intensely. Sweat gathers on her forehead, rolling down, and large tears also well up from her eyes.
Chap, Chap, Chee-ggak. Cheep. Cheep. Cheep. Cheep.
“Uh, uaa, uh, ha, haa, uhnn. Huu.”
Every time I move my hips, her waist and thighs tremble. Her thighs, spread wide in a V shape under my body, flail around as if unsure of what to do.
Shuh.
While flailing and trying to find a stable position, her legs entwine around my waist like a knot.
Chee-ggak.
I thrust deeper into her, surrounded by her arms and legs clinging to my neck and waist.
Chee-ggak. Chee-ggak. Zhup. Zhup. Zhik. Chee-ggak.
How many minutes have passed? Time seems to slow down, yet it feels like it’s passing quickly.
In the dilapidated cottage where I’ve secretly broken in, the obscene sounds spread as Hippolyte’s v*gina secretes love juice, mingled with bl**d and my pre-semen.
“Aa, uhng, aa- aa-! Haaat, aaah…! Heet, heeuung…!”
Now, the sounds from Hippolyte’s mouth are no longer cries of pain but resemble the coquettish moans of a woman.
Who would have imagined such lustful moans coming from a woman in armor? Do the aristocrats and high-level adventurers who attended today’s banquet know? No, they probably don’t.
In the end, the one who deflowered Hippolyte’s smooth maidenhood was Hassan, the foreigner who secured a residence visa.
Feeling a sense of accomplishment and conquest, typical male emotions surged through me, filling every corner from my tail to my head.
It feels like some kind of drug that invades my brain, making me unable to think of anything else but wanting to fill this woman’s insides with my seeds and make her pregnant.
Zhub, Zhub, Zhub, Chee-ggak, Chee-ggak, Cheep.
The speed of moving my hips begins to quicken, and Hippolyte’s body, clinging to me, gets tight.
Not only that, but the grip of her v*gina becomes even stronger, making me feel like my member and soul themselves are being sucked into her v*gina.
It seems the female body is instinctively preparing to receive male semen.
“Hoo.”
Because of this, my breathing becomes rough as I move my hips, necessitating the need to steady my breath. If I let myself go to the intense urge to ejaculate, I might c*m right away.
However, this v*gina is too precious to waste so quickly. Can I enjoy this sensation just a little longer?
“Aaa, aaah, aang, aaang! aaang! aaah!”
Hippolyte’s neck arches high, and her slender neck, collarbone, and full, wobbling chest bewilder my eyes.
No matter how hard she wears her solid armor every day, dangling jewelry arrogantly, or emitting sword energy, Hippolyte is ultimately a woman, more feminine than anyone else.
It seems that the most enjoyable thing would be to stop playing around and spill my white semen deep into this woman’s uterus, right?
“Inside, I’ll c*m inside.”
“Uh, n, that’s not allowed. I might, I might get pregnant. That’s not allowed, hhuu, hhuuut-.”
Our chests are pressed together, and I can vividly feel Hippolyte’s fear of pregnancy.
However, her arms and legs clinging to me show no intention of letting go, despite her words.
Indeed, she is inconsistent. Now it’s clear what “hypocrisy” means in her traits. Even when receiving massages from me, she still upheld her pride.
“I, I won’t get pregnant, so, stop it. Still, the filthy barbarian. I don’t want a barbarian child. Huu, hhuuut-.”
Perhaps her mind is deranged by s*xual excitement, as Hippolyte insults me as a barbarian. However, her arms and legs are still tightly clinging to my body.
Honestly, if she wanted to push me off, I’m sure I could have done so with my present strength, but I have no desire to leave this sweet torment.
“Hu, huu-. If you insult barbarians, all it means is that you’ll end up having your face spat on by the barbarian beneath you, Miss Hippolyte.”
“Huuuut-! I, I, to someone like a barbarian….”
Does the tightening grip increase each time the word “barbarian” comes out? Anyway, with the strong grip, I cannot hold back any longer.
“Hippolyte, inside, I’m coming.”
“Uuut, uh, ha, aaah, don’t force it, me inside, uuu, huuuuuut, uhut-.”
Bhwuit, Bhwuit, Bhwuit.
Hugging her waist tightly, I insert my object deep inside the farthest point within her and ejaculate.
Bhwuit, Bhwuit, Bhwuit.
Due to being stimulated and erect for a long time, the duration of ej*culation seems to be twice as long as usual.
“Uhhuut, uhhuu, huuuu….”
Hippolyte, lying beneath me, also trembles violently with a large spasm, indicating her inner walls shuddering and swirling, as if she’s reached a similar peak.
“Ahh, I said not to…”
Don’t lie. I wanted to say that, but watching Hippolyte teary-eyed makes her seem unexpectedly cute, so I kiss her neck instead.
“Haaa!”
Her already heated body shivers again at this. Her entire body must now be a sensitive zone after reaching the peak.
I feel regretful to not be able to possess this entire body of Hippolyte’s.
This must be what possession is. I never realized I had a possessive nature.
“Huuuuh….”
Anyway, Hippolyte breathes heavily and drops her body limply. As I slowly pull out from inside her, a large amount of semen mixed with bl**d and love juice flows out with a ‘juurruuk’ sound.
Somehow, the spilled semen on the ground feels wasteful, so I push it back in carefully with my fingers.
However, once the act is done, a rather cold sobriety returns, making me aware of my surroundings.
The dilapidated barn.
The woman lying down gasping for breath. And me, who just climaxed inside her.
Oh, sh*t. I’ve made a mess.
Despite having a woman set by my heart, I’ve been unfaithful. If my father found out, he’d probably k*ll me. But fortunately, my father isn’t here.
Anyway, it’s too late to undo what has already happened.
The best course is not to regret it.
“…Hassan.”
As I solidify my resolve, Hippolyte lying on the floor covers her body with a blanket and speaks to me.
“…Hassan.”
“…Yes, Miss Hippolyte.”
“Could you press on my body a little… I mean, a massage.”
“…Ah-. Understood.”
Her body must be stiff and tense from having done something unfamiliar. Massaging a healthy person also has many benefits.
So, I press on her thighs, the lymph nodes of her hips, lower stomach, and cheekbones with my thumbs.
As I press the spots on her cheeks, a “Ding!” effect sound arises, and the Status: “Intense Blushing” disappears.
At the same time, Hippolyte breathes out a long sigh, “Huuuuuuh.”
“Hmph, to be honest, it feels quite good.”
“Finally acknowledging it?”
“…But it’s just alright. Average. It feels like copying something you learned from someone else and passing it off as your own. It’s not your originality.”
Truly, a Gold Tier adventurer is insightful. Hippolyte seems to have pierced through the essence of me, Hassan. After all, what I call massage is nothing more than what I learned from my father.
“Still, it does have its own unique flavor. Keep refining it.”
Being praised by Hippolyte is frankly satisfying. In a way, she resembles a teacher to me. She’s also a model for my success as an adventurer.
But feeling pleased after receiving praise makes me embarrassed, so I remain silent and keep massaging without a word.
After a while of silent massage, Hippolyte speaks again.
“Hassan, if… If this was my first time, what would have happened…?”
“Neh?”
I stop my hand, which was pressing her side.
“What did you say?”
“Ah, never mind. Imagining scenarios isn’t helpful. Anyway, it was quite enjoyable. Coming here felt painful, but you did treat me tenderly as I asked… ”
“…”
I have no idea how to respond, so I say nothing. At this, Hippolyte curls up like a shrimp, hugging the blanket close to her chest and says more.
“But… somehow, I feel like not knowing would have been better. Once I know, even if it’s a fight I can’t win, it makes me hope for it anyway…”
Even the Gold Tier adventurer,
The wife of Mars or not,
Just Hippolyte,
Is crumpled in the shabby barn, quietly crying.
[Author’s Note]
I believe the first scene should be… critical.
Therefore, I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt halfway through…
Achieving four consecutive releases…
I didn’t interject my author’s comments in the middle to maintain immersion, but if you enjoyed it, please leave a recommendation…!!
