Chapter 24

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Episode 24

Luna and the Baby-Making Date

024 ? <Luna and the Baby-Making Date #4>

Luna peeled off her thin garments and accessories one by one, letting them drop carelessly to the floor.

Her face, illuminated by candlelight, flushed as red as a balloon about to burst. The way she bit her lower lip and trembled made it clear how mortified and flustered she was—so much so that she had no idea what to do with herself.

Of course, I was just as bewildered.

I had only planned to give her a modest back or palm massage, so this unexpected level of exposure demanded some protest.

“H-hey, why are you taking everything off?”

“Y-you said… you’d do what you did with the tavern owner to me… So I had to take them off now—so they don’t get wet…”

Her voice was so quiet it seemed she might burst into tears at any moment. My brain, on the verge of short-circuiting, raced to recall what exactly I had done with the tavern owner to bring about this situation. I racked my drunken, memory-fogged brain, but nothing from last night came back to me. d*mn it!

“……”

While I was still lost in frustrated thought, Luna covered her chest and between her legs with both hands before flopping face-down onto the bed. She buried her face in the pillow and muttered:

“J-just hurry up and get it over with…”

“Uh, right. Yeah, I’ll be quick.”

I cautiously approached the bed.

Where was I even supposed to look? Not that it mattered—her face was buried, so she wouldn’t know where my gaze wandered. Since I was already in this situation, I decided to take my time appreciating the sight of her backside under the flickering lantern light.

Whether due to poor nutrition during her growth or natural predisposition, Luna was petite even by this world’s standards. Her proportions were compact, yet her plump, round buttocks, slender waist, and toned spine formed a soft, pleasing curvature.

Curves.

Yes, curves.

All I had seen of this world so far were sweaty muscles or gaunt, sinewy frames—all sharp angles and hard lines with no trace of softness or gentle arcs.

In that sense, the shock and sheer devastation Luna’s n*ked body inflicted on my mind were enough to turn my thoughts upside down.

The only other n*de I had ever seen was when I accidentally walked in on Elpride changing—resulting in a slap so hard I was bedridden for days. sh*t, it still stings just thinking about it.

I swear, I knocked three times and asked if I could enter. Just remembering that pisses me off. Goddammit.

Anyway, seeing a n*ked woman sent my brain into overdrive, flooding it with useless thoughts. My mind was probably struggling to process the visual input, trying to escape reality.

How would it feel if I touched her now?

“Hey, Luna. I’m gonna touch you.”

“……”

No response. Taking her silence as consent, I slowly straddled her thigh area and placed my palm on her slim waist.

Sskrrrt—

Shiver.

Her body trembled under my touch. Beneath my palm, I could feel her tense up, her fear unmistakable.

What followed was a damp chill and an unexpected softness.

Were women’s bodies always this slender and smooth?

To exaggerate a bit, her waist felt like it could fit entirely in both my hands. If I squeezed now, the impression of my fingers would likely leave visible marks on her smooth, white skin.

Despite surviving on one meal every two days, her sides still had a slight softness to them—pleasant to the touch. And she smelled nice, as if she’d just bathed.

While part of me wanted to keep kneading her waist or stroking her sides, I instead placed both palms flat against her narrow back and applied firm, short bursts of pressure.

Gulp—

CRUNCH!

“GYAAAAAAH—!”

The sound that erupted from her small frame was less like a girl’s squeal and more like a building’s support beam collapsing. A pained scream burst from Luna’s lips, muffled by the pillow.

“OW! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!”

She thrashed, kicking the bed with her feet and flailing her limbs. I placed my palm back on her back and calmly reassured her:

“It’s normal for it to hurt the first time. You’ll start enjoying it eventually. So much that you’ll be the one begging for more.”

“T-there’s no way this feels good—!”

CRUNCH.

“AAAAAH!”

People react differently, but this was the first time I’d heard such a loud cracking noise from an adjustment. Did that mean Luna’s body was that misaligned?

Regardless, as I pressed my fingers into her back, I vaguely sensed blocked bl**d flow loosening. Her skin, once cool from a cold shower, gradually warmed with life. But no curse-breaking text appeared.

Seemed like I had to press the mark.

“Hah… hng… I-is it over…?”

“What? We’re barely started.”

I reached for her again as she lay sprawled like a dried fish.

The moment I gripped her wrist—Ding!—text floated before my eyes:

[ Luna Noxdotty – Lv. 3 ]

[ Status: Nox’s Curse 》 Erebore’s Curse 》 Concentration Weakening Curse 》 Growth Inhibition Curse 》 ]

Holy hell, how does one girl have this many curses?! Was Ideope Island cursed by gods or something? Was she affected by that?

Not that I could confirm anything right now. For now, I’d focus on what I could do.

“Oh.”

When I looked back at her body, red circular marks had appeared—vibrant like ladybug spots.

Ah, so this is how they show up.

I had to take her pulse at the wrist first. Felt like I’d peeled back another layer of my ability’s mystery, which was weirdly satisfying.

Following that high, I pressed my thumbs firmly into the symmetrical marks below her scapulae—key pressure points that, according to my father, release tension from the shoulders, neck, and arms. Not that I cared. I just knew pressing the marks would feel amazing.

SQUISH.

The moment my thick thumbs dug into her soft flesh—

“SCREEEEEEE—!”

Luna shrieked—a cry so unrefined it was hard to believe it came from her pretty face—before bucking violently. The force nearly knocked me off.

But my stint at Healer Finley’s clinic taught me one thing: You must overpower resistant patients.

So, pinning her shoulders down with both hands, I pressed and rotated my thumbs against the marks.

“Haaah! Gah! Hngh—! H-Hassan, s-stop! I-I’m gonna d*e! C-can’t breathe!!”

“Quit being dramatic. We’re almost done. Close your eyes and count imaginary snakes. You like snakes, right? Sheesh!”

“Aaah! Nngh—! N-no! M-my lower stomach—!”

As I reapplied pressure, Luna’s entire body stiffened like she was having a seizure before trembling uncontrollably.

She had no strength left to protest, only gasping shallow, choking breaths.

Ding!

[ Luna Noxdotty’s Growth Inhibition Curse 》 has been lifted. ]

[ Quest Points + 10 ]

Nice, one down. Free quest points—easy. But just as I grinned—

“HIIIIIIIEEEE—!”

An ear-shattering scream later, Luna wet the bedsheet.

“Wha—?!”

Why the hell did she just pee herself?! I was so baffled I practically short-circuited. Was this a mistake?! A Chikorita using Hydro Pump? Was she Water-type all along?!

“H-hey, what’s wrong with you?!”

“I-I dunno! I told you this would happen… Hic… Waaah…!”

Buried under shame, she buried her face in the pillow and burst into tears.

Despite lifting her curse—a good deed—I felt like a villain.

Well, with the bed soaked, there’s no way to proceed.

Grabbing an extra blanket meant heading to the first-floor lobby where the tavern owner was.

“Hey, can I get another blanket? Preferably a floor mat.”

“Hah? Don’t tell me the pink-haired girl wet herself.”

How’d he know?! Did running an inn for years grant future sight or something?

“Well, your hands are talented. I pissed myself too. In multiple ways.”

“…Oh.”

TMI. I just wanted to leave.

“Just give me the d*mn blanket.”

“That’ll be 2 coppers. But since it’s you, it’s free. Leave the wet sheets outside. Oh, and about last night’s ‘activity’—”

Ignoring him, I grabbed the blanket and returned to the room. Luna had curled up into a ball under a rolled-up comforter.

“Eeek—!”

Spotting me, she yelped and ducked completely under the covers.

Playing turtle? Some new voodoo ritual? Whatever. I’m lifting all her curses tonight. Strike while the iron’s hot.

I reached under the blanket and yanked her thin ankle out.

Sshhhk—

Her smooth leg slid out pathetically, like a snail peeking from its shell.

Oh? Another mark here.

Still gripping her trembling ankle, I examined her small foot—smaller than my palm, unmistakably feminine.

For someone who went barefoot like a savage, her soles were oddly smooth and well-maintained, free of calluses.

Let’s press this mark—

“N-not the sole! Y-you can’t touch that!”

Just as I pressed my thumb and index finger into her Achilles tendon, Luna—who had been silently resisting—suddenly jerked violently. Useless.

My Strength stat had risen to 4.

But more importantly—Healer Finley also resisted foot massages, but she was from the mainland. Luna was from Ideope Island.

Curious, I asked:

“Why not?”

“B-because… it’s a weak spot! Only lovers or married couples can touch or show weak spots!”

Ah, made sense. The Achilles tendon was a vulnerability—damage it, and walking becomes hell.

Still, I wasn’t about to waste this chance.

“Relax, I’ll be gentle.”

“That’s not the—Nngh! Haaaah…!”

If melting ice cream could scream, it’d sound like Luna right now.

Her noises straddled the line between ridiculous and erotic. But anyone who’s had their Achilles tendon pressed would understand.

“N-no! Hassan, s-stop! Aah! Hnngh…!”

Ignoring her increasingly lewd moans grew difficult—especially since my d*ck was hardening.

Behind that blanket was Luna’s n*ked body.

If I weren’t a civilized 21st-century man but some savage from this world, I’d have thrown that blanket aside and taken her already.

“Hah! Nnngh! S-something’s—! It’s tingly! Hiiii…!”

Ding!

[ Luna Noxdotty’s Concentration Weakening Curse 》 has been lifted. ]

[ Quest Points + 10 ]

Two curses down. Smugness crept in—until suddenly—

A bone-chilling cold.

The air itself froze. Not just my imagination—the room temperature plummeted. Ice crackled over surfaces.

What the hell? An ice age in this shitty world now?!

Still processing that stupid thought, Luna’s foot retracted into the blanket.

Then—a hollow voice echoed from within:

“How dare you, mortal.”

“The f*ck—?!”

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Afterword:

I figured cutting it here would be unfair, so here’s another update. My stockpile’s dwindling, but future Me will handle that~

Oh, and while I don’t mind hate comments, outright insults or attacks on others might get deleted—just a heads up!

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