Chapter 197

197th Episode

Dark Star Necromancer Hassan

197 – Dark Star Necromancer Hassan #8

“What is thirteen hundred fifty multiplied by eight thousand two hundred?”

“Wh-wha…?! What…!?”

Antiope, who seemed greatly flustered, quivered her voice, and in response, I frowned as if I had been waiting for her mistake.

“You’re wrong, Keeper of the Pictures. Therefore, punishment.”

“Aaah-!!”

My hand, ready to punish her, mercilessly ascended her thigh and began to caress between her legs.

Swoosh, swuuush.

The sensation under my fingertips was delightfully soft and squishy –

Gulp.

For some reason, it was slightly wet.

Could it be that Antiope was also becoming excited because I had seen her n*ked or touched her thigh?

Could such erotica-inspired situations actually happen in reality?

Thinking this, it also seemed like a physiological response. But that wasn’t important right now.

“Hhhuh… huuuh…!”

Slurp. Slurp.

I lightly caressed her clitoris with my fingers.

Using my index and middle finger, I spread her labia and touched the inner folds and soft tissues inside, making her even wetter, soaking my fingers as well.

“Th-that’s…!“

In response, Antiope grabbed my wrist with all her might.

Grruuuuhh.

Though I had downgraded her tattoos, Antiope’s level was still 27—definitely higher than mine. So, when she gripped my wrist while pulling her thighs close, I couldn’t move unless I exerted force.

Even though my level has decreased, a Shrine Knight is still a Shrine Knight.

“Do you dare to touch me without permission?”

“Ggh, but…!”

“This is punishment. If you had answered correctly, you wouldn’t have faced this punishment, would you?”

“But…!”

Slurp, slurp. Slurp.

I continued running my fingers back and forth across her inner thighs, doing it as part of administering her punishment to ensure she wouldn’t harm me or Luna.

This girl, who views Luna, the Ideope-born Voodoo Priest, as a cultist, has radical tendencies—hence the necessity to break her spirit beforehand.

Therefore, this act isn’t lewd or an affair.

In any case, it isn’t.

Still, I understood why Antiope felt wronged.

I intentionally asked her a question that she couldn’t possibly answer.

Truthfully, I don’t even remember what question I asked. I just went with random hard questions that I thought she wouldn’t be able to answer.

Am I not a proper villain for doing that?

While having such thoughts, I continued wriggling my fingers around.

Slurp, slurp, squelch.

“Hahh…!”

With my index and middle finger, I continued to touch her vulva and labia, while using my thumb to caress the skin covering her clitoris. Leaning forward with her torso bent, Antiope trembled her body.

Since she had bowed her head, her delicate hair and full br*asts were now inches from my face.

Saaaah…

From her chest and hair emanated a peculiar aroma—both bitter and sweet. It seemed like the scent of the incense she had been burning. It was different from the tobacco smell I was familiar with, though, and it carried a licorice-like note. Even though I’m not much of a smoker, this peculiar fragrance felt surprisingly pleasant to my nose.

I wanted to smell more.

“Hh… please, stop… forgive me…!”

Antiope clung to my arm as if begging.

The touch of her soft br*asts brushing against my forearm made the hardness of her nipples quite palpable.

“Antiope Keeper of the Pictures.”

“Gngh… uh… yes, yyyesss….”

The woman who wouldn’t answer me just moments ago now responded desperately, as if a drowning person clutching onto a rope.

It became clear that she didn’t intend to go against my will.

“You interfered with me and my lover, Luna. Remember that this is an unforgivable sin. Repent every night. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yesss… haaahh… haaan…!”

Antiope shed tears from her large watery eyes.

Seeing a seemingly strong woman cry, I was both excited and aware that I was committing a severe act.

Swoosh.

And so, I removed my hand from between her wet thighs. I didn’t know what might happen if I continued touching her, and I was starting to feel a rising s*xual desire—I wouldn’t have been able to control myself any longer.

Lately, it feels as if some demon entered my brain, and I’ve been constantly wanting to do lewd things. This is quite a predicament.

In my naive past when I used to just hit a girl and then felt refreshed, it was simple. But now, I feel like I’ve regressed to my teenage years—thinking about only inappropriate things all day. It’s difficult to put how this feels into words.

Old age is indeed frightening, I suppose…

Honestly, Luna is somewhat to blame for how I’ve turned out. To me, she’s irresistibly cute and pretty, and she flutters around in revealing clothes.

It’s extremely stimulating and triggers my natural urges in many ways.

Every day, I’m stuck with her, yet we haven’t advanced our relationship. Now that summer is in full swing, there are moments where even touching her makes her claim my palms heat up, and she squirms around.

So, I find myself with many unmet desires.

Truthfully, my ability to endure this much restraint is praiseworthy behavior.

Of course, I can’t tell anyone this, nor can I complain. How do other men with frigid girlfriends manage?

I’d like to Google “My girlfriend won’t let me touch her br*asts,” but alas, we have no internet here.

“Hnnnh… ha…”

While I was deep in thought, Antiope collapsed to the floor, having lost all strength in her legs.

“Haa, haaaahh…”

She sprawled on the wooden floor of our cheap inn. Ignoring the strange tattoos, her n*ked figure lacked any significant flaws, leaving me wondering where to focus my eyes.

Had I truly been indulging in caressing such a woman’s secret places? I was so absorbed in the act that I had lost awareness. Now reflecting on it, it truly felt like an alarming and crazy situation.

However, seeing her cry and unable to rise while lying there trembling, my arousal subsided, leaving me with a calm resolve.

“Hnngh… huuut…”

Why was she crying?

Was it out of shame?

Was it sadness over the difficulties in her life?

Or was it a combination of other reasons?

It was clear that seeing her tears softened the sharp edge of my heart. What kind of person must those be who forcibly defile women? They must be merciless monsters.

At least, I didn’t feel like a monster.

Swoosh.

I got up from the chair.

“Haa… wh-what…?!”

Her reaction to my simple movement was that of someone immensely terrified, as Antiope trembled intensely.

Even if she was weakened, she could easily overpower me. And yet, she seemed so afraid of me, almost as if I was someone extraordinary.

Swoosh.

“Haa, wh-waht…?”

I placed my hands behind her knees and on her shoulders, lifting her body up. When she looked confused or frightened, I gently laid her on the bed covered with a cheap blanket.

The creaky mattress, made from straw under the blanket, felt terrible, but with Antiope lying on top of it, it seemed almost luxurious somehow.

Naturally, Antiope, clearly shaken, hugged the quilt tightly to cover her body.

“Uh, uh, I don’t want babies yet… there’s still so much I have to do…”

Baby?

What baby?

She probably thought I intended to ravish her sexually. Though it wasn’t in my plan, now that I considered it, the thought nagged at me.

However, toying with Antiope any further would genuinely make me a cheater.

Even if it was accidental with Hippolyte, if I touched Antiope, I would have no face to show Luna.

“Don’t be tense. I’m giving you a reward.”

“A… reward?“

“Yes. If you sin, you receive punishment, and if you do well, you get a reward—it’s only natural. Since you managed to answer my question correctly, I will bestow a reward upon you.”

I extended my hand towards the frightened Antiope still clutching the blanket.

“Gh… I-I don’t need such a reward…! Hh, hhhuuuugh…!”

Yet Antiope refused the reward I tried to give her. Could she think I intended to defile and impregnate her—an act of sorts she considered the grandest reward?

Reflecting on history, didn’t ancient kings use impregnation as some grand reward for their maids?

No wonder she thought it was a cruel joke.

But my intention wasn’t like that.

Swoosh.

Finally, my hand touched Antiope’s thin waist. Her waist was almost unnaturally slim.

“Hhuuuhhh-!”

Perhaps due to the excitement from earlier caresses, Antiope shivered even from a simple touch along her stomach, emitting faint moans.

Extremely sexy.

Of course, I pushed away the pink fog that began forming in my mind. I wasn’t planning to engage in lewd behavior—this was just giving a reward.

I intended to give Antiope a massage.

So, I placed my hand cautiously on Antiope’s trembling wrist.

Ding!

『Name: Antiope Keeper of the Pictures LV. ?? 27

Condition: 《The Curse of the Two-Headed Dog》 《Irregular Menstruation》』

As always, mysterious texts appeared revealing her state.

I was about to massage her body to both relax her and attempt to remove the 《Curse of the Two-Headed Dog》.

Though I had no idea which part to press concerning this curse, recalling how Nox and Erebore’s curses on Luna were removed gave me an inkling.

Perhaps the curses I had previously given up on could also be lifted?

Antiope wouldn’t report me for unauthorized treatments, and she’d naturally tolerate my touching her body. Thus, she was an excellent experimental subject.

“Uh, uh… what…”

But Antiope seemed perplexed at why I suddenly grabbed her wrist and stared at the air with a serious expression.

“You, turn over and lie on your stomach.”

I instructed Antiope to turn over and lay on her belly.

After feeling her pulse, I instinctively sensed that massaging her back and waist would help dispel the two conditions.

Thinking back, she had mentioned her pelvis was problematic, which could twist the waist and back.

Since the human body functions holistically and interconnectedly, it might just help…

Admittedly, it was just a hunch, but I trusted my intuition when dealing with Luna’s case, so I decided to follow it with a massage.

“Back… lay on your…”

Seemingly understanding my instruction, Antiope reluctantly turned over onto her stomach, raising her buttocks in a yoga-like “Cat Pose.”

Swoosh.

Facing upward towards the world, Antiope’s high buttocks gleamed taut and magnificent. Between them, her clitoris and anus could be clearly seen, pink and inviting.

“Hh… hh…”

“…”

The shocking scene left me speechless.

What was this girl trying to do?

Did she not understand what I meant when I said to lay down on her back?

Realizing I was being played for a fool, I grasped her hips and brought her down carefully, draping the coarse blanket over her upper thighs to avoid further temptation.

“Antiope, I will dispel the curse on you.”

“Wh-what?!”

“The 《Curse of the Two-Headed Dog》.”

I placed my hands on Antiope’s waist, bewildered and uneasy, while pressing my thumb along the erector spinae muscle.

“Hyyaah-!”

A fairly loud cry escaped from Antiope’s mouth. Still, I ignored it, focusing instead on pressing the kidney-related acupoint, the “Shenshu.”

Pressing the Shenshu acupoint could strengthen the kidneys and improve s*xual function, benefiting her reproductive health and likely alleviating her irregular menstruation.

“Hhnn, hhnnngghh-!”

Though perhaps the pressure was painful, Antiope gritted her teeth as if enduring torture.

Grrgrgrk.

She clutched the blanket like tearing at the bedspread and occasionally kicked the bed with her legs—it seemed quite painful.

Massage, as I knew, isn’t supposed to hurt this much.

However, knowing this, I decided to keep applying force today. My intuition suggested that strong pressure was needed.

“It’ll hurt a bit, but just endure it for a moment. It might hurt at first.”

“Hnnnghh, it… it hurts, it hurts so bad…!”

“It’ll feel better as you get used to it over time. This is how it is.”

Suuush, suuush.

Using both my thumb and the heel of my palm, I smoothly massaged Antiope’s waist upward.

Squelch, squelch.

The sweat from her body acted as a lubricant, making the massage proceed without hindrance.

The only problem was the tattoos on her body were smudging again, but reapplying them would fix that easily.

With that in mind, I proceeded.

“Hnnn, it… it hurts… I-I can’t take it, this… this isn’t like a reward…!”

Thinking her reactions had reached a fever pitch, I moved my hands higher. My hands traversed her waist, then her back, reaching her shoulder blades finally.

The area inside the shoulder blades is a truly pleasant spot when receiving a massage. It’s one of those areas you can’t easily reach yourself, a deep edge within the body.

Like there’s timing in cooking, I realized there was also timing in massages.

Pressing here now…

Antiope was going to feel extremely good.

Thus, with a rather solemn and serious demeanor, I pressed my thumb into her soft flesh and pushed forcefully.

I decided to name this crucial break-through technique.

“Heavenly Horse Spine Building.”

“Huuuhhhhhhhh-!”

Finally, Antiope let out a scream.

Regardless of her condition, the written characters appeared before my eyes.

『Antiope Keeper of the Pictures’ condition 《Curse of the Two-Headed Dog》 has been lifted.』

『Task points +30』

『Current total task points +310』

Wow, shihd. Earning 30 task points for lifting one curse! It was fewer points compared to when dealing with Luna’s curse, but this was still a solid number.

With more than 300 task points, I could level up at least three times. Today, I had to ask Luna to make me a new totem.

While I was privately laughing at my success…

“Eh… my shoulders… the shoulders feel lighter…”

Realizing the change in her body, Antiope slowly rose, hugging the blanket.

“Did… did Orthos’ curse really get lifted? The shoulders…”

Antiope tentatively rotated her arms, which revealed her armpits ever so slightly—looking quite tantalizing.

“The arm… it can go over the shoulder! At Jupiter’s temple, they couldn’t fix it… how did you… Ortos’ curse…!?”

Just moments ago, Antiope had been sobbing, but now her eyes were filled not with fear but reverence, looking at me as one would look at a doctor.

That’s right.

Exactly like that.

Feeling somewhat pompous, I mixed performance with sincerity and spoke confidently.

“This is one of my powers. Curses and illnesses have no chance of lingering.”

“Can you heal diseases, then? Could it be… Hassan, are you the God of Diseases?”

At some point, I really need to think about what kind of God I should claim to be.

“…Instead, Antiope, didn’t I say that after receiving a reward, one should express gratitude?”

“…G-grateful… my shoulder couldn’t rise properly before, but now…”

In any case, it seemed the slight hostility towards me had diminished, which was somewhat comforting. Of course, it was merely a short-term fix.

It’s only a matter of time before Antiope of the Shrine Knights figures out my clumsy act.

Before that happens, I must grow stronger than not only Antiope and the other knights but also the supposed offspring of Hell or whoever they may be.

Therefore, I decided to investigate the ever-growing goblins.

Wasn’t their king supposed to be called the Offspring of Hell?

By investigating him, I might uncover the identity of the group threatening Luna’s safety and possibly resolve my conflict with the Shrine Knights who might see me as an enemy because I practice necromancy.

Since I’d just acted as if I had accomplished something incredible, an unusual confidence had grown within me, making me feel ready to take on the challenge.

[Author’s Notes]

We’ll soon hit 200 episodes…!!! It took Hassan a long time to develop the will to do something independently…

Hassan’s short-term dream is to make the front page of a newspaper… In that sense, I found someone had started a page about this work on the Namuwiki, which felt like an achievement of Mi-Churyi’s small dream, making me feel very pleased!…

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