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338 – Sultan Hassan’s First Step #3
The Noble’s Letter of Recommendation.
Having obtained recommendations from the four nobles required to establish a shrine, I could now officially build a shrine on the Gaia Continent.
With the money gathered from various sponsorships and the 100 gold I borrowed from Luna, I had barely scraped together a thousand gold.
Using that sum, I went around the southern and eastern gates, putting in the legwork to find a suitable plot of land.
“Land? A thousand gold? Well, that’s enough to buy a decent plot. My son is just setting up a trade company, so the timing couldn’t be better.”
The landowner near the eastern gate let out a heh-heh laugh, looking quite pleased. At first, he had been wary upon recognizing me as the Samaritan who had set the city on fire, but the moment he saw the chest full of gold coins I was carrying, his guard dropped.
“So, Sir Samaritan, what do you plan to do with the land?”
“Build a shrine.”
“Oh, a shrine. So, a new priest is being assigned to Sodomora? Another shrine in this city? Heh, the land prices around here are going to rise again.”
A shrine was a kind of public facility. Because of that, no residents disliked having one built nearby. Plots near shrine districts were called “Divine Influence Zones” and often traded at high prices. The landowner, still looking very pleased, casually asked again.
“What kind of shrine are you building? There are already shrines for Mars, Minerva, Venus, and Juno in the city—so is it for the God of Light? I heard you went to Delphi, Sir Samaritan.”
Rumors had spread across the city that a priest of the God of Light dispatched from Delphi would be sent to Sodomora. The owner finished his sentence with a hearty laugh.
To his visibly delighted expression, I cautiously replied,
“The shrine of Pluto—no, to be precise, his son’s shrine.”
“W-what? Did I hear that right?”
“That is correct.”
At my words, the landowner’s expression changed abruptly.
He looked like someone suffering from sudden indigestion or a man who’d left his wallet in the middle of a park—fidgeting awkwardly before finally sighing and speaking.
“W-well, now that I think about it, this land was inherited from my father, so I probably shouldn’t sell it. Sorry about that.”
“I see.”
And so, the fifth rejection in a row.
Like this, people refused to sell their land to me. Because of this, finding a suitable plot for the shrine became an extremely difficult and grueling process.
Good grief. Here I was, carrying a chest of gold coins most people would never touch in their lives, yet I couldn’t even secure a plot of land for my shrine.
“They’re all afraid, Hassan. If word gets out that they sold land to a follower of Pluto, they could be punished under the kingdom’s laws.”
Right now, I was in Hippolyte’s office at the Mars Guild. I had come to meet her to report on the shrine construction progress, but after hearing about the landowners’ refusals, she responded like that.
No matter the reason, this was ridiculous. The oppression against Pluto’s followers ran far deeper than I had imagined.
Hippolyte casually perched on the edge of her makeshift desk.
Her usual armor was hung on a stand, and today she was wearing a plain, red dress like any other woman.
Because of that, the sight of her thighs stretching out from under the hem of her short dress was dangerously provocative. I wanted to touch them. Would she let me if I asked?
As I agonized over these thoughts, Hippolyte spoke.
“Probably no one in Sodomora will sell you land, Hassan. The kingdom likely granted you permission to build a shrine knowing full well this would happen.”
“So, the kingdom knew I’d suffer like this?”
“Right. Honestly, I knew too. And the nobles who signed the permits must have as well. Whether you search the eastern, southern, western, or northern gates, no one will sell you land.”
“d*mn it.”
“But… I might know someone who could sell you land for the shrine.”
“Oh, really?”
I was so excited I nearly shot up from my chair. So much so that I almost buried my face between Hippolyte’s thighs and burst into tears. But through sheer supernatural patience, I somehow held back.
Smoothly—
Hippolyte’s slender eyes narrowed as she watched me stiffen in place.
“That aside, Hassan. I heard you ended up in that kind of relationship with that mage…?”
Holy hell, I never expected this topic to come from Hippolyte’s mouth. It hit me like an unexpected body blow in the middle of a soccer match, winding me.
“…Uh, who told you that?”
I wondered if the loose-lipped Paranoi had been gossiping everywhere. But the answer that came from Hippolyte was unexpected.
“Noxdotty came here to complain. It took quite a bit of effort to calm her down. Not that I have much room to talk, but… Still, Hassan, have you fully committed to a polygamous marriage now?”
“Uh… I guess it’s heading that way.”
“I see.”
Hippolyte fell silent. During our combat training sessions, the two of us were often alone together, and she was surprisingly talkative—always chattering away about this and that. Because of that, this silence felt awkward and unfamiliar.
“By the way, isn’t it a little hot in here? Unlike most field tents, this office doesn’t get much airflow.”
Hippolyte suddenly began fanning the hem of her dress. As she did, glimpses of her glossy thighs drew my gaze, but—
Flap-flap.
Staring too blatantly would be rude, so I somehow managed to restrain myself with superhuman willpower.
“Actually, I’ve got a bonfire burning leaves behind my tent. That’s probably why it’s warmer.”
Come to think of it, it was unusually hot for autumn. A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead.
Hippolyte, still fluttering her dress and now fanning her chest with her hand, also had beads of sweat on her neck and cleavage. I wanted to lick them.
“It does feel a little sweltering.”
“You think? Should I put out the bonfire? Though it’d be a shame to put it out just for this.”
Hippolyte continued fanning herself.
Each movement carried a faint scent of sweat mixed with a sweet, fragrant spice that seemed to seep into my mind.
“Hassan, you look unbearably hot and pitiful, stuck in those leathers. Let me get my fan for you. It’s a very expensive one—worth a whole gold coin. It should be in one of the bottom drawers.”
Hippolyte slid off the table and began rummaging through the lower drawers of her desk.
As she bent over, her head lowered and her back arched, making it seem like she was presenting her rear to me in an alluring cat-like pose.
With her thigh-high dress hem riding up, her toned thighs and the curves of her backside were slightly exposed, nearly making me yelp in surprise.
But thanks to my transcendental patience as an ascendant god, I somehow held it together.
“Hmm, I can’t find it. I’m sure I put it away properly, but these things always vanish when you need them.”
Unaware of my inner turmoil, Hippolyte kept searching under her desk.
Finally giving up, she smoothly straightened up.
“Samaritan, why are you sitting so awkwardly?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
Hippolyte’s dazed brown eyes narrowed.
“Wait, Hassan—did you steal my fan?”
Suddenly accused of theft, I almost jumped out of my seat.
“No! I don’t even know what it looks like!”
“Don’t lie, Hassan. After hearing it’s worth a whole gold, you must’ve slipped it into your pocket while I wasn’t looking. I did say it was expensive.”
Hippolyte seemed convinced I’d stolen her fan.
A fan worth a gold coin? Okay, maybe I would want to touch it. But this accusation was outright slander.
As I tried to defend myself, Hippolyte pointed her finger sharply.
“Is that my fan under your trousers? You’ve been acting suspicious this whole time. If you grabbed a folded fan, it’d be about that size.”
“N-no, that’s…!”
What Hippolyte was pointing at was my fully erect c*ck, standing proudly despite the situation.
I had been subtly leaning back to hide it, but Hippolyte seemed to think my awkward posture was due to nervousness from stealing.
“Hand it over. It’s best not to make this ugly between us. If you refuse, I may have to take it by force.”
Smoothly—
Hippolyte closed the distance between us without even seeming to move. I had no idea how she maneuvered so easily into my personal space.
But before I could marvel at it, something was already creeping up my thigh—no guesses needed, it was Hippolyte’s palm.
I was so shocked I forgot to even make a sound. As her hand slid over my leather pants, she frowned slightly.
“What is this? I thought it was mine, but…”
“W-well…”
“Hassan, you truly are a pervert as ever. When did you even have time to get this hard during our conversation?”
Smoothly—
Hippolyte’s hand clamped over the bulge in my pants. Thanks to that, my already straining length throbbed painfully, almost to the point of bursting.
“Hassan, explain yourself. Why is this standing at attention?”
“Uh…”
“Well? If you don’t explain properly, I might just tell Noxdotty—who came to me crying about your shameless behavior—about this too.”
Good god. After the fiasco with Elpride, if Luna heard about this on top of that, I’d probably be torn in half. I had to avoid that at all costs.
“Come on, tell the truth.”
Slip, slide—
Hippolyte’s fingers slowly delved deeper into my pants.
My heated, slightly sweat-dampened length was gripped in her slender fingers, the sensation bizarre and unfamiliar.
Ah, screw it.
“W-well… It’s just that your… backside was so enticing…”
“En-enticing? Hmph! Even with divine awareness, your vulgarity remains, Hassan! Enticing? I didn’t train my body just to hear such lewd words!”
“Sorry about that.”
“While I was scrambling around trying to find a fan for you, you were getting turned on just from watching?”
“Y-yes.”
“I never intended to seduce you. Seeing how easily you get aroused by any woman, I fully understand Noxdotty’s concerns now—”
“You’re no better than a beast,” she spat, gripping my length tightly.
I almost yelped in pain—but the injustice of being falsely accused made me try to explain.
“B-but you’re not just any woman, are you?”
“W-well, no—”
“You kept teasing me with your amazing br*asts and a** right in front of me—isn’t this just natural…?”
“Y-yeah, I suppose. I am a gorgeous, busty Amazon after all. Hmph. Now that I think about it, Hassan, this isn’t your fault.”
“Exactly. This wasn’t my fault.”
“Hmm…”
Hippolyte let out a long hum before finally withdrawing her hand from my pants.
Just when I thought I’d gotten off the hook, she fished out a long, thin cord from her desk and showed it to me.
“It’s only natural that Hassan, aroused by my alluring body, would force himself on me despite my protests. I’d be gagged and unable to scream. And my hands would coincidentally be bound by this cord.”
“W-what kind of…?”
“Now, Hassan—you’d threaten me into giving you the name of someone willing to sell you land, wouldn’t you?”
My vision swam.
This was Hippolyte’s hunting ground, and I was a gazelle caught in a puma’s jaws.
The “horns” I possessed were nothing compared to her fangs—not even fit to be a pitiful ornament.
I took the cord and bound her wrists.
It was a loose enough restraint that she could break free with a tug, but Hippolyte seemed satisfied.
Though she was the one bound, it was pitiful Hassan the cricket caught in the spider’s web.
Screw it. Might as well indulge my desires. I wasn’t just any cricket—I’d become the goddamn cricket that eats the spider.
Slick—
I propped Hippolyte against one of the tent’s posts, making her arch her back and lift one leg slightly.
With that, I pushed aside her dress and red-string panties, exposing her glistening slit. Already slick with arousal, it looked ready to take me without further preparation.
But instead of plunging in immediately, I slid a finger inside first.
From the very entrance, her walls clenched tight around my digit—proof that athletic women really did feel different.
Squelch—
“Ahk—”
“Why’d you make that sound?”
“S-something suddenly went in, of course I’d—nghh, ahh!”
Squelch, squelch—
I curled my finger inside slowly.
In response, Hippolyte’s leg trembled violently as if she might collapse any moment.
“Nngh, ahh, ngh…!”
But the real problem came next.
“Ms. Hippolyte, are you there?”
Someone outside the tent called her name.
Hippolyte flinched in panic. Because of that, her inner walls tightened painfully around my finger.
“Ms. Hippolyte, there are documents you need to process today—”
“D-Daphne! Hassan, stop for a—ahh, nngh!”
She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her voice.
“A-are you insane? Daphne’s right outside—”
But I was already pulling out my fully hardened length. The moment I heard Daphne’s voice, Hippolyte’s walls had clenched impossibly tight.
I couldn’t resist seeing how she’d react if I pushed in right then.
“H-Hassan, you can’t be serious.”
“I am serious. Ms. Hippolyte, please bear my child—”
“Y-you mean a baby?!”
She let out a startled cry.
“Ah, Ms. Hippolyte, you are* inside, right? Can I come in for a moment?”
“N-no! Don’t!”
I yanked her dress down, stripping her bare in an instant.
As she flustered, unsure how to react, I lined myself up behind her.
Slip—
At the same time, Hippolyte leaned her head out through the tent flaps.
“Daphne, what is it? I cleared my schedule today.”
“Ah, nothing serious— Wait, you look pale. Are you feeling unwell?”
“N-no, nooo—ahh, ngggh!”
“Wh-what’s that strange noise…?”
“Ahem, just—a cough. Ahem, ngh, nngh—”
Hippolyte made odd sounds while sticking her head outside.
The reason? Because I was kneading her asscheeks, spreading and squeezing them repeatedly.
Every time her firm rear swayed, her folds were inevitably stimulated, making it impossible to hold back her moans.
“Is something wrong inside? Why is your face trembling…?”
“N-no, n-nothing’s wrrooong—ngh, hngg! Ahem, ahem—must be a cold…”
“Ahem… You? A cold? That’s… unusual…”
Daphne sounded unconvinced.
Perhaps angry that I’d licked down her spine, Hippolyte shook her hips left and right where only I could see.
She was clearly mad, but the way she did it was so obscenely erotic that I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Squelch— Thrust—
“Aahh—!”
… Aaah…?
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