Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Luna and Child-Making Date

021 ? <Luna and Child-Making Date #1>

The cultural barrier between this Gaia Continent and the Earth I used to live on is quite significant.

Even on the Earth I used to live on, there are plenty of variations depending on the region.

Naturally, it’s to be expected that there would be discrepancies between my common sense as a 21st-century civilization inhabitant and this world which feels so different in every aspect.

“Didn’t we agree on making a child today? We even swore by the River Styx. Don’t you remember?”

Even so, promising to make a child with someone I’ve only known for a day… Is this something commonplace in this world?

Maybe s*x isn’t treated as something special in this world?

Perhaps, in the place where Luna comes from, on Ideope Island, s*x might be akin to a casual greeting.

Somewhere, I once read about a Mongolian tribe where letting a traveler sleep with one’s wife was the highest form of respect they could offer. If that’s true for Mongolia, maybe the wild otherworld of this place is even more open.

Swoosh.

I shifted my gaze to Luna. Lithe arms, legs, and fabric that only barely covered her vital areas. Honestly, I wasn’t really paying much attention, but she was terribly alluring.

Guys walking by on the street cast continuous sideways glances in her direction, though she seems oblivious to it all. It almost looks like she’s unintentionally seducing them. Her uncovered hair was a wild, alluring pink.

Perhaps, much like women from Jeju Island in ancient days who might have sought the seeds of outsiders due to a lack of men, women from Ideope perhaps also have such customs…

“Hassan? You didn’t forget, did you?”

“Nah, of course I remember.”

Her emerald eyes blinked as she looked at me, so I hastily shook off my wandering thoughts.

I might’ve unknowingly made some grand gestures while drunk, and who knows, maybe I do have some hidden talents for that sort of thing. Scary, but true.

Since the university freshman welcoming party when I was 20, this is the first time I’ve had alcohol with women, and I can’t help but marvel at it.

In any case, it’s a s*x session with a pretty girl, and the idea of passing up such an opportunity makes common sense and chastity seem trivial.

d*mn, I must seem somewhat foolish. But who cares when the girl is pretty with snowy white skin, and we’re about to make a child? Welcome to Gaia Continent! This world is starting to seem pretty fun.

“Thank goodness! I was worried that you might’ve forgotten because you were drunk. If we break the oath of the Styx, terrible things will happen!”

Luna bent her fingers like a predator, trying to intimidate me. I’m not sure exactly what “terrible things” are in store, but I’m thoroughly taken aback.

“We’ve already booked the materials and the workshop for this morning, so all you have to do is show up, Hassan! We should be done before evening!”

What? Materials and workshops? Before evening?

I did not imagine this odd voodoo priestess, Luna, to have such quick action.

After all, during our brief journey dealing with shrine cleaning and goblins, all she did was release bees or scream.

『Luna = Scream Totem. Occasionally lowers allies’ morale with screams.』

That was the exact evaluation I had of her, but it seems I’ll have to rewrite the notes in my mind.

“Hassan, isn’t this great? You’re such a good guy! To be honest, I was a bit frightened of you when I met you for the first time. You kind of looked scary….”

When I couldn’t help but grin, Luna confessed to me, somewhat shyly.

Apparently, my scarred face and my scruffy beard left a somewhat imposing first impression.

That said, in this world, it probably pays to look intimidating rather than being underestimated, so moving on for now.

“Hassan, let’s go already! We need to make plenty!”

“Many? How many are you trying to make?”

“Five… or six…?”

“Wow, d*mn. I’ll have to really push myself.”

I’m not sure if that’s even possible in one go, but perhaps I can accomplish it. A strange confidence is bubbling up within me.

“Wow? What does that even mean?”

“It means I’m really glad and excited in Samaritan language.”

“Wow! It sounds like escaping wind or a snake hissing. I love snakes so much! Hisss!”

“Alright, if you like it, that’s good enough.”

And with that, we chatted casually as we made our way to the outskirts of the slums in the western part of the city.

A typical relic city, where they expand their area by excavating relics and treasures, such as the nearby underground ruins of Sodomora and fields.

Most of these relic cities have an enormous wealth gap, so the roads in the slums aren’t paved, and the stares from the passersby are full of hostility.

In normal circumstances, I would have been tense dealing with various conflicts, and today, I’m even drawing attention from the seemingly non-aggressive Luna.

“That girl looks really well-groomed. That pink hair is rather obscene.”

Naturally, there are some scoundrels who make catcalls or attempt to start a conversation as we walk through the streets.

Most of them are unemployed layabouts who lurk on the streets, and with their hands hidden in their pockets, it’s hard to tell if they’re pulling out knives or daggers to stab me.

Furthermore, their tone of speech is quite vulgar. ‘Obscene pink hair,’ really?

“Are you possibly a priestess of Venus? If so, it would be nice if you could offer some service to me, hehe… My blade is thicker and sharper than the big guy you see over there.”

A priestess of Venus refers to professional women who serve at the Venus temple.

In this world, women of this profession are well-received and highly regarded, and it’s considered a very major occupation.

Anyway, because Luna’s outfit is quite revealing, it seems someone may have mistaken her for one.

I placed my hand on the hilt of my sword at my waist as I faced the layabout blocking our way.

Clank.

“If you don’t want to get hurt, get lost, you b*stard.”

“But… what? You have three swords….”

As if realizing the danger of the three-sword style, the layabout slowly backs off. I was glad I managed to get some daggers from a few ruffians before.

Eventually, after walking through the slums for a bit,

“Over there, that’s it, Hassan!”

Luna, who had been trembling and hiding behind me, pointed a delicate finger at what could only be described as a rickety old wooden house. Actually, it looked more like a crumbling structure.

An old hut battered by winds and rain, with tree trunks full of wormholes that were likely to crumble at any moment.

The space seemed like one where the wind might howl through the gaps in the wooden structure at any moment.

”Really, that place?”

“Yeah, I could only rent that place with the money I have.”

“Well, it’s not like the location is the most important.”

Opening the door, all I could see was a pile of dry straw on the floor.

The stench suggested this place was likely used as a stable or livestock barn in the past.

It looked somewhat dirty, but I really didn’t care. After all, even Jesus was born in a manger, right?

The thought of what we’re about to do here made my heart start racing. My thumping heart and wandering eyes reveal my growing tension.

Clunk.

Luna entered, closing the door behind her and lighting the candle dangling from a wooden beam, and then said,

“I have something to confess, Hassan. I’ve never actually done this myself before… I’ve only seen it done.”

“Are you saying this is your first time?”

“Eh, yeah… Though I told you last night, I might be a bit clumsy. You’ll have to help me a lot, Hassan.”

Turns out, she was less a lustful pink and more an innocent pink! Where’s the man who doesn’t want to be a woman’s first?

Even if there’s some guy out there who claims he’s sick of breaking the seal, it definitely doesn’t resonate with me.

I almost made the embarrassing confession that this is my first time, too, but I held back. It just felt like the wrong moment. d*mn, so what should I do? Should I undress her?

It’s somewhat strange being just the two of us. I’m uncertain what to do.

My knowledge about making children comes down to the 3 terabyte videos saved in the E drive of my computer, and even as I rummage through those memories, none of it seems useful in the current situation. Is this the flaw of programmed education?

When my mouth was incredibly dry with tension,

“Let me show you the steps first. If you follow well, it’ll be fine!”

“Eh, ah, okay.”

Luna began rummaging through a heap of straw somewhere in the hut. Soon, she pulled out a small wooden stick.

It somewhat resembled a stone figurine, strangely shaped like a human, with a size of about a foot.

Because I was thinking of adult content, I couldn’t help but find similarities between this and a d*ldo. Why did she bring it out suddenly?

“This is the finished product. We just need to make five similar wood carvings, Hassan.”

“Are these the children?”

“Yes, they’re Moai statues, totems. On my island, these have great importance—starting from enhancing fortunes and health….”

Like a salesperson marketing germanium health stones to customers, Luna began reciting some suspicious effects. Honestly, I had no idea what to think. My mind went blank.

“Wow, d*mn!”

“Hiss, I’m happy too! It was going to be hard for me to carve all five by myself!”

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Creak- Creak-

Swoosh, swoosh-

I was skeptical from the start when we were talking about materials.

After all, this is bizarre. I haven’t had much to do with women other than my mother and younger sister, so it’s absurd that I’m suddenly thrust into this unexpected scenario.

Still, I had certain expectations.

Men inherently carry an overly optimistic self-confidence. And wasn’t the night we got drunk a perfect atmosphere between me and Luna?

Why did I even get into a fight showing off masculinity at the abandoned shrine the other night? Luna seemed to appreciate the manliness back then too. Was it just an illusion from drinking too much?

“Wow, Hassan is really good at making this. You’ve already finished the first one?”

“Kind of.”

Lost in thought, I had taken a piece of driftwood and hacked away at it with a dagger, creating a somewhat humanoid figure. According to Luna, back home these are called children or Moai statues. d*mn, why the hell did they give it such a confusing name? Stupid barbarians!

Actually, Luna had already explained all this to me before, but due to my inebriation, I have no memory of it.

It turned into a comical performance of a one-man band with no audience.

Anger bubbling inside me directed towards wood, and with my dagger, began mercilessly chiseling those Moai bastards!

“Wow, this is new. I like it a lot. It feels really well-made!”

New? Of course, it’s Korean style totem poles, something you’ve never seen.

“Nevertheless, you have great craftsmanship, Hassan. I’m still struggling to get a grip on it.”

Luna held up her wooden block for me to see. The result looked uneven and crude, like ancient trash.

Considering her inexperience with a kn*fe and the hardness of the wood she had prepared, there seemed to be limitations for her.

“Can we not use something softer? Even I’m finding this difficult.”

“Bachang wood is hard, but nothing enhances the totem effect like it…”

“Hmm…”

Totem effects, you say? Something like health improvement or great fortune?

Coming from a family that ran a questionable health center, it sounded dubious.

Besides, all the voodoo or sorcery that this voodoo priestess Luna had shown me was purely superstitious anyway. But it was still ridiculous how I ended up playing along.

But promises made under the influence are still promises.

Since childhood, I was taught to keep any promise that comes out of my mouth, and I intend to follow through with this absurd sculpture session.

There’s also the “oath of the Styx” displayed on her status line.

Above all, unexpectedly, carving these statues wasn’t too difficult and didn’t require much effort.

I was even amazed at how good my craftsmanship had become.

I doubt I’ve ever possessed that kind of talent. Perhaps it’s due to the clumsy craftsmanship blessing I received not too long ago.

It’s not just about showing talent in acupressure treatment, but I’ve gained expertise in carving as well.

Indeed, it’s worthy of being called a blessing. Thinking about it calmly now, even the punches I threw while dealing with Daphne’s stalker gang were sharper. Does that mean my overall manual efficiency has improved?

“Wow, Hassan, you’ve already made two! At this rate, we’ll be done before dinner! Hiss!”

The hissing sound that resembles a snake’s seemed to appeal to Luna, who’s now constantly making that sound. It reminds me of how my younger sister used to act when she was in high school. Come to think of it, they’re probably around the same age.

Thinking of her like that, she starts to feel like a younger sister to me.

How I was even considering something lewd with such a pure girl. A sense of self-reproach arises, which paradoxically makes me more aroused.

But it can’t be helped; being alone with such a flirtatious girl in a confined, humid space will make anyone react this way.

Plus, she smells surprisingly pleasant for a savage of this world—

“Ah—!”

Luna suddenly dropped the dagger and wooden block she was holding. bl**d started to drip from her hand.

Her carving had seemed rather clumsy, and sure enough, this kind of accident occurred.

“bl**d! It’s bleeding! Ouch—.”

With a pout, Luna stuck her thumb into her mouth.

“Ah, as expected. Give me your hand.”

Just as I was pulling out a handkerchief (a rough cloth) from my pocket to wrap her wound in,

Ding!

『Luna Noxdotty Lv. 3

Status: Nox’s Curse, Erebore’s Curse, Curse of Weakened Concentration, Curse of Hindered Growth, Oath of the Styx』

Seriously, why so many curses?

[Author’s Afterword]

Heek! I’ve finished the 6th consecutive part!

To hanbin, ManyAsOne, wjdhd, and ToughBear! Thank you for the coupons. And it’s nice to see so many anonymous manuscript fee coupons coming in. 😭 It makes me both happy and nervous to see readers expecting so much from the story.

But I deeply thank those who always read and enjoy the story!

Regarding the Pancake, it will definitely appear soon, everyone. Please rest assuredly continue with your daily lives. Until then, I’ll remain humbly prostrate, feeling like a sinner… 😭

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