Chapter 180

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Episode 180: Hassan Learns Aura

180? Hassan Learns Aura #6

Even though my s*xual experience with women has been limited, there’s one thing I can say about those intense memories—this is probably it.

Inserting something into a woman’s p*ssy isn’t just about stimulating an object; there’s a pleasure beyond that. I used to wonder what was so great about just sticking an erect body part inside, but—

Squelch.

“Hahh, ughh, i-it’s deep…!”

The moment I pushed into that tight space, my whole body was enveloped in warmth, my waist and the back of my head trembling. It felt like my brain was frying. At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if I came right away.

But I couldn’t waste this rare opportunity. So, I decided to savor the sensation itself, taking my time to relish it.

Schlick.

Hippolyte’s p*ssy and insides were incredibly hot and wet.

Not only that, but as expected of a woman who’s reached superhuman levels, her grip was superb—it felt like my d*ck was being tightly held. Yet, there was no discomfort in the insertion because it felt like her insides were sucking me in with a strange, mesmerizing sensation.

“Ugh, ngh…!”

Because of that, something between a groan and a sigh spilled from my lips. Back in the barn, I was too out of it to notice, but now I understood—this must be what they call a divine vessel.

No wonder men lose themselves to women like this.

Even if I stayed still after insertion, the way her insides squirmed on their own gradually heightened my excitement. The sight of my d*ck buried to the hilt was thrilling enough to make my heart burst.

To calm myself, I figured I should say something.

“Hah… Unlike last time, you’re taking it all the way in. Does it hurt?”

I asked Hippolyte, who was lying flat beneath me, panting. If I remembered correctly, this was only her second time. Since traces of her hymen were still there, rough movements or forced penetration could cause pain.

In fact, Hippolyte seemed to be in a lot of pain—her nails were busy scratching the wooden floor beneath her.

“Hngh… M-my stomach feels so full… It feels weird…”

She seemed dazed by the unfamiliar sensation of something inside her.

So, to wake her up a bit, I lightly raised my palm and smacked her firm a**.

Slap!

“Hyahhk—!”

Gulp.

Her already tight insides clenched around my d*ck so hard it almost hurt. That confirmed it—Hippolyte had masochistic tendencies.

I never thought I’d meet someone like this in real life.

Of course, everyone has their own submissive desires—it’s just a matter of how far they’re willing to go.

From what I’ve seen in media, in situations like this, it’s not just about physical domination—sometimes, words and psychological teasing are used to break them down.

So, I thought about what kind of words Hippolyte might like and casually muttered:

“Getting excited from having your a** smacked by a savage from the wilderness… Is this really how the hero of Sodomora should act?”

“…Hmph. I-I’m not excited. Who would get turned on by being forced…?”

Hippolyte acted like it was nothing, but her throbbing insides were practically biting down on my d*ck, making it clear even to me that she was getting worked up by my half-hearted taunts.

While I was seriously considering what else to say, Hippolyte, still face-down, spoke first.

“To violate me in such a vulgar position, like a wild dog… Not even seeing each other’s faces, just this barbaric posture…”

As she said, the rear-entry position was primal—no different from beasts mating in the wild.

So, since we were already like this, I decided to make the most of it. I placed my hands on her slender waist and began moving my hips in short, sharp thrusts.

Schlick, slap.

The obscenely wet sounds from her flooded p*ssy were downright lewd. The slapping of my thighs against her firm a** was music to my ears. The sensation was incredible.

Truly, a Gold Tier adventurer was something else.

“Hahh, ughh, s-suddenly moving like this… W-what are you trying to—?”

“Shut up. You pervert.”

“Wha—?!”

I bluntly ordered Hippolyte to be quiet, not even bothering with honorifics like usual.

“H-How dare you call me a perve—nngh… Hngh…!”

Hippolyte’s words cut off as she let out a pained m*an—because my hand, gripping her waist, slid down to her lower stomach and began rubbing her clit.

Squelch, squish.

Her lower half was so drenched that it was impossible to tell which part was which. My fingers glided effortlessly over her slick folds.

“You’re way too wet. Getting this excited even though you’re being forced? At this point, it’s like you wanted a savage like me to pounce on you.”

“H-How dare you…! A lowly Bronze adventurer like you… Nngh, haah… Aah…!”

Every time I insulted her, her insides twitched, and the sweat on her back only increased.

Hippolyte’s sweating body was breathtaking—so perfect it felt almost sacrilegious to defile her. The sinful thrill of tainting something so divine made it impossible to hold back.

Schlick, squelch, thrust.

I gradually picked up speed, my c*ck sliding in and out of her tight, wet depths, the sensation shooting up my spine and spreading through my entire body.

“Ahh, s-stop, no more…! I-I hate this position…!”

Hippolyte squirmed, trying to escape, but I pinned her shoulders down with all my strength, as if I really were trying to r*pe her.

Gulp.

“Stay still… b*tch.”

“Hnghh…?!”

Whether it was because my strength surprised her or because of the crude word I used, Hippolyte jerked violently.

But with my mind completely red, I kept thrusting, focused solely on filling her with my c*m.

Thrust, squelch, slap.

“Hahh, ahh, no, nooo…! I-I can’t breathe…! I’m gonna lose it…! It’s too big…!”

Hippolyte sounded like she was struggling to breathe, so I moved my hand from her clit to her navel, then up to her chest, and finally to her throat before shoving my fingers into her mouth.

Prying her jaw open—now she could breathe easier.

My fingers inside her mouth traced over her stiff tongue, and I began playing with it.

“Hahh, haah… Hngh…!”

Now that I had her tongue trapped, she couldn’t even speak—just drool and hot gasps escaped her lips.

At this point, she wasn’t a woman anymore—just a b*tch in heat.

Schlick, slap, thrust.

“Ahh, haah, nngh…! S-Sorry… I-I’ll behave…!”

Was she… apologizing?

To think I’d hear Hippolyte say something like that.

Was I manipulating her emotions?

The thought that I could dominate someone else’s feelings like this sent an unbearable rush of excitement through me.

So, I buried my face in the nape of her neck, biting and kissing her shoulders.

Chomp.

When I bit down a little harder, Hippolyte writhed beneath me, but she couldn’t overpower me in this state.

“Ugh… W-Why are you so strong…? Hahh…!”

My hands were now each gripping one of her large br*asts, squeezing hard. I even untied her crop top and pushed it up to expose her bare chest.

Groping her tits while fucking her from behind—f*ck, I could d*e right now without regrets.

“Nngh, ahh…! I-It feels like it’s getting thicker…!”

Thrust, slap, squelch.

My c*ck pistoning in and out of her scorching wet p*ssy was starting to burn.

I thought I’d c*m any second, but it felt like I was stuck right on the edge. This must be the power of a divine vessel.

f*ck, I wanna c*m.

So, I started fucking her like an animal.

Slap, slap, slap.

The rapid thrusting must have been too much for her—Hippolyte clawed at the floor, the wood, anything she could reach.

Her a** and even her a**hole were twitching beneath me.

“f*ck, why won’t it come out? I’m gonna c*m inside.”

“Nngh, no…! I-I’ll get pregnant…! Today’s a dangerous day…! P-Please, no…!”

“Then get pregnant.”

I grabbed both her arms and held them behind her back like reins, using them to drive my thrusts even harder.

The woman who had subdued me like a child earlier was now completely under my control—nothing could feel better than this.

“Ahh, nooo…! Hahh, haaah…! S-Stop, Hassan…! Nngh…!”

Squelch, slap, thrust.

Her soaked p*ssy and gaping mouth made obscene noises like some kind of lewd instrument.

I couldn’t tell if her protests were genuine or just playful resistance, but either way, I had no intention of pulling out.

“I’m gonna c*m in your p*ssy.”

“Nngh… M-My p*ssy… Nooo…!”

But Hippolyte had no way to resist—she could only take my c*ck deeper. With her arms pinned, she had no choice but to endure the pleasure forced upon her.

The only downside was that I couldn’t see her big tits bouncing. If there’d been a mirror in front of us, it would’ve been perfect.

Either way, I kept pounding her for minutes—no, over ten minutes—until I felt like I could burst at any second.

Squelch, thrust.

Every time my c*ck plunged in, her juices overflowed like an endless spring. Who knew the human body could hold so much liquid?

“Hahh… N-No… I’m ovulating…! Nngh…!”

Finally, Hippolyte burst into tears.

A woman crying because of me—nothing could make me feel guiltier than this.

My earlier excitement faded slightly. Maybe I got too carried away and hurt her.

I thought she’d like it since she seemed masochistic, but maybe that was just my assumption.

Still, the thought of creampieing her during her most fertile window gave me a twisted thrill.

But if Hippolyte really got pregnant, it’d cause an earthquake of consequences.

Honestly, I wasn’t ready for that. I could barely take care of myself—how could I be a father?

“Then beg me to pull out. Say, ‘Hassan-nim, I won’t act up again, so please c*m outside.’”

“Ngh… A-As if I’d say that…! Y-You dare make me use honorifics…? I’m a Demigod…! The Daughter of the God of War…! I kneel to no one…!”

“Ugh, it’s coming…! I’m gonna c*m—!”

“N-No…! If I get pregnant, I’ll lose everything…! My job, my adventurer’s necklace…! P-Pull out…!”

If her pregnancy was discovered before marriage, Hippolyte would have to take responsibility and step down.

She was, after all, the leader of the Virgins’ Order—far from promiscuous, with an image of chaste devotion.

That image was a big part of what made her a hero to the people.

But if she had a child out of wedlock, with an unknown father…? And if the child had wild black hair like a savage?

If I were her, I’d be terrified. Mars Guild’s stocks would plummet, and her fortune would turn to dust.

Hippolyte would end up on the streets. Though she’d never starve with her strength, sometimes honor was worth more than life itself.

But I was really reaching my limit now.

So, panting heavily, I focused even more on groping her chest. Pinching her stiff nipples made them peak instantly.

“Ahh… Hassan… Hassan-nim… I-I won’t act up anymore… Please…!”

Had she sensed I was close and swallowed her pride? It sounded a little forced, but it was enough for me.

For someone as prideful as Hippolyte, who hated losing more than anything, this was a major concession.

But even as she spoke, her p*ssy clenched around me like it refused to let go—as if demanding my c*m.

A p*ssy optimized for pregnancy—it was a shame to waste it.

“Hah…”

But I had just as much to lose, so I reluctantly pulled out.

“Nngh…!”

Hippolyte collapsed onto the floor.

I flipped her onto her back, stroked her heaving chest a few times, and then shoved my c*ck into her half-open mouth.

Her cheek bulged as the tip pressed in, and her teary, dazed eyes looked up at me.

I couldn’t hold back anymore—I came all over her face and inside her mouth.

Pulse, pulse.

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