Chapter 178

178 Episode

Hassan Learning Aura

178 – Hassan Learning Aura #4

The armpit of Hippolyte that Hassan poked with his finger was exceptionally soft.

It was so soft that it seemed to sink under his touch, almost frighteningly so.

The armpit, being close to a vital pressure point, can truly become life-threatening if pressed too hard.

“Ah, uh, aaaah…!”

Perhaps because of this, Hippolyte was trembling violently while lying face down beneath his feet. His Strength stat was 12—superhuman level.

He had poured all of that might into striking a pressure point when his opponent let their guard down, and it was only natural that even someone like Hippolyte would writhe in agony.

“Hnngh, ah, uh, why…! What, what have you done…!?”

Huddled on the floor, shaking, Hippolyte looked up at him with eyes filled with fear.

It felt strangely gratifying to look down on Hippolyte, who usually dominated and beat him. This must be how the strong feel.

In the flush of the moment, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind without thinking.

“Pressure point mastery.”

That’s right—it was Pressure Point Mastery.

This finger-poking technique was nothing short of a devastating ultimate move in itself.

Having only been on the receiving end of such attacks in the past, this was his first time using it on someone else, so he couldn’t help but be astonished by its power.

There was indeed a reason why pressure points were called pressure points.

Honestly, he had always thought that all the talk about pressure points was baseless nonsense, but seeing this now, it felt refreshingly different.

“Hyah, hyaahh….”

However, it seemed as though Hippolyte, having fallen victim to his Pressure Point Mastery, couldn’t regain her senses.

For a moment, Hassan was gripped with fear that he might have seriously injured someone.

After all, Hippolyte was an important acquaintance of his. If she were to become paralyzed or d*e because of him, he was certain he would be unable to hold his head high due to overwhelming guilt.

Pressure Point Mastery was a terrifying skill, far beyond what he could handle.

“Uh, are you alright?”

“Haaah, ugh…!”

Hippolyte continued to lie trembling on the sandy ground. All traces of Hassan’s competitive spirit disappeared, leaving him full of confusion about how to handle the situation.

What was the best way to treat someone who had been struck on a pressure point?

After fumbling around aimlessly, Hassan finally decided he should grasp her wrist—it seemed like checking her pulse would be the right move.

Ding!

「Name: Hippolyte Heavensinger Lv. 44 → 37

Strength: 15 → 13

Agility: 15 → 13

Stamina: 14 → 11

Affinity: Unlucky with money 》Unhappy Love Life》

Condition: bl**d Curse》Moonlight Allergy》Seal of Life」

The results of checking her pulse appeared before him as text. How incredibly strange—every time he saw pulse readings materialize into words, it blew his mind.

Of course, this wasn’t the time to dwell on such thoughts. He needed to focus on what information was relevant to the current situation.

The first thing that stood out was her level—it had dropped from 44 to 37, a total reduction of 7 levels.

Likely due to this, her Strength, Agility, and Stamina stats had all shown a certain level of decline.

And yet, it wasn’t even moonlit time. Could it be because of the “Seal of Life,” a condition he’d never seen before?

What was this seal all about?

Random questions filled his mind given the unprecedented nature of the situation. The priority seemed to be removing this seal, but when he checked her pulse, there were no visible marks or spots on her body that stood out.

In such a case, the only option was to search for the correct points by pressing randomly on her body to release the seal.

“Ms. Hippolyte, are you alright?”

“Nhnnn, my body… it won’t… move…”

Since Hippolyte was unable to regain consciousness, Hassan carried her to the shade of a large tree nearby, partly to protect her from the blazing sunlight.

Only after laying her down in the shade could he finally calm down and seriously think about the situation.

She was in a groggy state because of the pressure point strike on her armpit.

Similarly, gently rubbing the armpit could resolve the issue—just like how nurses soothe sore injection spots by rubbing them with cotton.

With this thought in mind, Hassan decided to act. He first lifted Hippolyte’s right arm and placed it above her head.

Swish.

Her smooth, soft armpit was now visibly exposed before his eyes.

For a moment, he hesitated, wondering if it was appropriate to touch it, but then reminded himself that any delay might endanger her life. Shrugging off his hesitation, he placed his fingers on her armpit.

Mush.

His index and middle fingers met a sensation of unparalleled softness and smoothness that he had rarely experienced in the world.

Touching a woman’s armpit…

This was his first time apart from occasionally feeling Luna’s under the pretense of giving massages.

Swoosh, swoosh.

“Ah, nhnnn….”

As he swirled his index finger around the area, Hippolyte began to tremble slowly.

“Where, where are you touching…?”

“Just bear with it for a moment.”

“This, this guy is touching my body with his fingers… Uhn…!”

Was she feeling ticklish? Based on her trembling body and contorted expression, the nerves were responding normally.

Her armpit was also warm, showing good bl**d circulation.

Hassan continued to gently massage her right armpit.

“Haaah, ugh….”

How much time passed like this?

Swish.

Gradually, a noticeable change occurred within the cropped top that tightly hugged her chest.

Between her large, soft br*asts, a small bump arose.

“Aah, no, this, no, it’s not…!”

Hippolyte seemed to realize the changes happening to her own body, looking flustered and unsure of what to do.

An armpit is a sensitive area on the body—somewhat similar to an erogenous zone. Gently stimulating a place like that would naturally lead to s*xual excitement.

So, he empathetically understood her situation.

However, looking at the firmly erect nipples underneath the top, excitement as a man became unavoidable.

Due to the scorching sun earlier, Hippolyte’s sweat-covered, slender body now appeared extraordinarily attractive.

Had he really been with this woman in an old barn?

Thinking back now, it felt like a dream.

To think he had touched these large br*asts of hers. The fullness he had felt beneath his palm at the time still lingered vividly in his mind.

It was terribly difficult to avert his eyes from such a fully exposed and tempting figure. Facing a defenseless woman like this, all he could touch was her armpit—it was certainly frustrating.

Of course, an armpit of a beauty is a great reward in itself, so in a way, it was quite satisfying, but still, it left him wanting more.

But—wait a moment. Why was he thinking these thoughts? Wasn’t this supposed to be a life-saving procedure? Shaking his mind free of lewd thoughts, he asked,

“Does rubbing this area make you feel any better?”

It was basic to inquire about treatment progress with the patient. It’s normal for masseurs to ask clients how they feel or if their condition has improved.

One knows one’s own body better than anyone else; perhaps Hippolyte could provide insight into how best to treat her body. So he asked.

Gasping for breath, Hippolyte hesitantly replied,

“…It’s hard to breathe.”

“Ah, yes, that’s expected.”

The Gokjunhyul pressure point connects from the armpit to the lungs. Strong stimulation of this point can cause heavy strain on the chest and heart.

So, Hippolyte was losing consciousness because of its effects.

There was only one course of action.

“Ms. Hippolyte, this is a life-saving measure. There’s absolutely nothing inappropriate about it.”

“What, what do you mean by that—.”

She seemed about to ask what he meant, but her face turned crimson like a boiling kettle, and she could not continue her sentence.

Because his palm was resting on her chest—she was clearly startled.

Clearly, in order to relieve the pressure and tightness in the chest, touching the chest was necessary. Thus, Hassan legitimately touched Hippolyte’s chest.

Mush.

The large, soft br*asts felt under his palms. They weren’t quite watermelons but could be likened to fairly large fruits.

Melon.

Soft melons, more like.

Different from Baron’s daughter Brigitte and Luna’s modest br*asts he had touched earlier, Hippolyte’s were overflowing and threatening to burst between his fingers—a genuinely impressive sensation.

How does someone even carry something like this?

If it were him, he thought he’d constantly touch it and lose his mind.

Gently, gently. Mush—mush.

“…Huh, how about now? Do you feel any better…?”

Holding each of her br*asts in one hand, Hassan squeezed and pressed them from side to side.

He was well aware that this was a therapeutic procedure, but despite that, his lower body had grown intensely hard and painfully stiff.

“…How about now?”

“If you’re thinking of raping me, I advise you stop! At that house over there, Antiope is present. If she sees you attacking me, your neck will be cut!”

Hippolyte thought he was planning to assault her. Indeed, the situation somewhat resembled that, leaving no blame for her misunderstanding.

Often, panicked women cannot differentiate between emergency rescue actions and s*xual harassment, leading to escalated incidents.

Thus, it was crucial for Hassan to communicate the situation and his intentions clearly to Hippolyte.

“Ms. Hippolyte, this is a rescue effort. It’s absolutely not s*xual. Why can’t you understand my altruism…?”

Still, to be cautious, Hassan moved Hippolyte behind the tree. This way, if Antiope appeared from the back door, she wouldn’t spot them.

“Now, let’s focus on the treatment.”

With even more care, Hassan firmly grasped Hippolyte’s br*asts with both hands. They were so big they wouldn’t fit into one hand, yet retained a remarkable elasticity without sagging.

Truly deserving of being called a person with divine bl**d coursing through her.

“So this is the chest of a Gold Tier adventurer, amazing indeed. It’s because of these that breathing becomes difficult.”

Unconsciously, Hassan was rambling. Words just flowed out without thought.

Hippolyte had said that Bronze Tier adventurers had too many impure thoughts earlier. That day’s lesson was about reacting with the body before thinking too much.

He was a model student rigorously following that lesson.

“…G, Gold Tier chest? Y, you shameless…! Don’t use such nicknames…!”

Hippolyte seemed genuinely hurt, chewing her lower lip hard. The more she acted this way, the more excited and energized Hassan became, and without realizing, he pinched her protruding nipples with his fingers.

Squeeze.

“Ahng…!”

The direct stimulation made Hippolyte jolt her back and body violently. At that moment, words appeared before his eyes.

Ding!

「Hippolyte Heavensinger’s condition “Seal of Life” has been healed.」

「Mission Stat + 10」

「Current Mission Stat + 175」

“Ooh.”

The message indicated that the seal on her body was lifted.

When Hassan placed his fingers on her trembling wrist, the previously reduced levels had been restored, showing her optimal condition.

“Haaaah, uhh…!”

But Hippolyte was still unable to recover. She continued writhing in pain, legs tightly clenched together and her body curled like a shrimp.

“Now, are you feeling any better?”

“Ugh, ugh, it’s harder to breathe….”

She spoke of even more severe breathing difficulties. However, the words before his eyes didn’t indicate any specific issues.

While he was puzzled, Hippolyte explained:

“Making my body unable to move like this… It’s a wicked secret art of the Samaritan. You’re trying to coerce and control me, aren’t you…?”

“Eh?”

“Learning Aura was just an excuse. You’ve waited for me to let my guard down, for the moment when I’d be alone with you… That’s it, isn’t it…?”

Hippolyte’s delusions were as extreme as Paranoi’s.

In her mind, he seemed a complete barbarian who feasted on raw meat with his bare hands, a warrior hungry for combat.

And also, someone always on the lookout for opportunities to assault women and get them pregnant.

Although Hassan felt somewhat wronged, he had to admit she’d caught half of his nature.

Just looking at the disheveled and panting Hippolyte, he felt an overwhelming urge to recklessly swing his fully erect weapon.

But any healthy man would feel the same.

He, as a gentleman, had enough self-control not to act on such impulses. After all, he wasn’t a true Samaritan but someone with the elegance of modern civilization.

At that moment, Hippolyte gasped and muttered a few more words.

“That night, I clearly said it would be the first and last. Now you’re planning… to force me to become pregnant…?”

“…Pregnant?”

“To make a Gold Tier adventurer like me pregnant and establish a fact… Using the savage way, making me pregnant so that I can’t escape. Savage, you savage beast…!”

Pregnancy…

He hadn’t thought of it before, but upon hearing Hippolyte’s words, he could picture a daughter who looked exactly halfway between Hippolyte and himself.

She would most likely be someone who would endlessly challenge parental authority.

But given Hippolyte’s striking beauty, there was a definite sense that a healthy and adorable child would be born.

“…I, I knew you had mandrake oil! And you kept it secret from Noxdotty, using it on me, on me….”

“Mandrake oil? From the Venus Shrine, you mean?”

“Yes, you know but pretend you don’t. Truly, you’re more wicked than a Cultist. You beast…!”

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