Chapter 339

339 – Sultan Hassan’s First Step #4

Hippolyte has long legs and is taller than most people.

I started by gently caressing the inside of her smooth, firm thighs with my palm.

Slyk, slyk-

Her sweat-drenched thigh feels even better to caress than I imagined.

When I press my fingers into it, parts of it conform to my finger’s shape while other parts push back with elasticity, which I find very satisfying.

Err, so, what did you come here for…?

Ah, nothing else but the paperwork regarding the resting area investigation you mentioned last time… Hippolyte, why are you sweating so much?

No, it’s just… it’s hot-, ugh, huff.

It is unusually hot today, isn’t it? I thought summer was almost over.

Anyway, I understand, so, um, just leave the papers there roughly…

The entrance covered by a curtain-like cloth.

Even while I’m troubling her with various sensations from behind, Hippolyte carries on a fairly adept conversation with Daphne, only showing her face through the fabric.

Gwaahk-.

However, with my hands tightly gripping both sides of her bottom and kneading them roughly like dough, her knees and waist naturally tremble despite her best efforts.

I raised one finger and slowly ran it through the gap between Hippolyte’s buttocks. Her soaking wet slit sends a thin, long droplet running down her thigh, more than I anticipated.

Aaah-! Ahh, hum, cough…

That coughing sound is, quite unique, isn’t it?

When I use my fingers to caress up and down her labia and vaginal opening, Hippolyte can no longer contain herself and starts flailing one leg around.

Her movements resemble those of a female trying to kick off the male clinging to her from behind. But with the training I’ve received, I easily dodge her wild kicks.

After avoiding them, I continue using my fingers to gently caress her slit.

Carefully and tenderly, I work my way along the parted cleft from bottom to top, top to bottom, never rushing or being careless.

Then, with the thumb of my other hand, I slowly circle her clitoris.

Parr-.

Hippolyte’s body shakes so obviously, and my hand is already slick with her juices.

Now, Daphne, if you’d leave because you might catch a cold-. A very, very nasty cold.

I’m not the type to easily catch colds, so I’m fine. Anyway, about the resting area you mentioned…

There seems to be no end to the conversation between Hippolyte and Daphne. Thus, I have no choice but to slowly bring my pelvis toward Hippolyte’s backside.

The broad pelvis, shaped for easy childbirth – this Amazon’s bottom.

Her b*tt and slit, constantly kept firm by regular exercise and training, are about to finally be tasted by me.

Slyk, slyk-.

I press my member against the outer surface of her slit and rub the head back and forth, fully wetting it. This also serves as a warning to Hippolyte of what’s coming next.

Hiiik, hey, stop-!

Hippolyte’s hands flail behind her, trying to push me away.

Stop…? Shall we not proceed? If we miss this opportunity, the Mars Guild insignia might be postponed until next year.

No, we should do it. Proceed-

Proceed, you say. Thinking I’ve been given permission by Hippolyte, I slowly penetrate her body, which has been anxiously wriggling around my head.

Swoooosh-

The front of me widens and enters her soaked vaginal opening.

The tight closure of Hippolyte’s v*gina makes me shiver as I enter, my member tingling from head to toe as if struck by lightning.

Even in this process of simple insertion, I can feel the tingling in the backs of my knees and the base of my skull.

I’ve felt this before, but her body feels stickily stubborn, like caramel that’s slightly melted. The color is somewhat similar too.

“Hmm, it feels like I’m going to c*m.”

Though I’ve never considered myself particularly quick, I can’t help losing myself to the sensation of her v*gina’s walls twitching around the base of my member.

It’s undoubtedly a v*gina designed to constantly seduce men. A body optimized for extracting sperm from men and becoming pregnant. It would not be inappropriate to call it a Gold Tier v*gina.

Even as I’m gaining wisdom and becoming more godlike, this crude analogy is the best I can think of right now.

Huhuhuuhuhuh…

Ms. Hippolyte, your face is incredibly red! You’re even shedding tears. Goodness, your condition seems very severe. Please wait while I go get help!

That, that’s NOT okay!

Hippolyte suddenly screams. At the same time, I nearly scream as her vaginal walls tighten painfully around me.

The intense pressure makes me feel like my c*ck might break. Frozen in place, I can neither insert nor withdraw, stuck as if pinned.

But it was a strange moment of unity. Hippolyte’s v*gina, tightly wrapped around my c*ck like vacuum-sealed packaging, gives me the same comfortable feeling as inserting a sword into a perfectly fitting sheath.

Huhuhuuhuhuh…

What’s going on in this tent, Ms. Hippolyte? What exactly are you trying to do? Are you teasing me right now? Even after your promotion to Gold Tier adventurer, this is a bit uncomfortable.

Oh, I’ve upset Daphne. The thought that I might be causing friction between Hippolyte and Daphne suddenly makes me feel very apologetic.

So, it seems right to stop this behavior and withdraw. However, pulling out from the hips that are sucking my c*ck like they’re about to swallow it is no easy task. As I slowly and painfully withdraw,

Chirp, chirp-

It ends up aggressively rubbing against the bumps and folds of her v*gina. Unable to endure any longer, Hippolyte collapses to her knees and falls to the ground.

Eh, ah, hmmm… That’s, actually, sorry, Daphne. The truth is, um, I was masturbating…

And then an astonishing confession escaped her lips.

Ne, Nih!? What, what?

Clearly startled, Daphne on the other side of the thick canvas tent yelps in surprise.

Though I can’t see her face hidden behind the heavy fabric, imagining the expression of the receptionist miss Daphne isn’t difficult.

She must have the same frozen expression of confusion as I do now.

Goodness, admitting to masturbating in front of others – that’s not a feat accomplishable with ordinary willpower.

Compared to being caught having s*x, speaking like this is definitely less embarrassing.

Hippolyte’s judgment in this situation is undoubtedly on the level of a superhuman Gold Tier adventurer.

Her impressive ability to think made me hold her waist lightly.

The firm yet contoured abs feel wonderful when caressed. Unlike my body, which has become like stone, this woman’s trained body is soft and malleable.

When I slide my palm over it, the reclining Hippolyte lets out a m*an without any attempt to hide it.

Haa, haaa, once I start masturbating, I can’t stop… Ahhnnn, hmm…

Well, I see. I was interfering… haha.

So, please leave…

I’ve heard that Mars’ daughters have strong s*x drives. It seems Ms. Hippolyte is the same? Heh heh-. She always seemed so pure, I thought she’d have no connection to such things.

That, that’s right… Ahhng, eh…

Well, it could happen. I touch myself about three times a week. Anyway, I’m sorry. Hmm-, Miss Hippolyte also seems quite…

Hmm, hmm…

Then I’ll come back later. Sorry for interrupting, have a pleasant time, hehehe…

Daphne departs with a kind smile that can be felt even from outside the tent, a smile that somehow makes everything feel even more pitiful.

Once her footsteps have faded far away, Hippolyte finally thrusts her head back into the tent.

She turns her head slightly toward me and shouts.

“d*mn you, b*stard-!”

Her face is so red it looks like it’s about to explode.

“How could you make me say something like that! If discovered, the relationship between you and me might have spread throughout the Sodomora stream!”

Her slightly teary expression, her furrowed brows – they look inexplicably beautiful. The light makeup running with her streaming tears.

To see someone like Hippolyte, who always maintains her dignity before others, cry in front of me makes me oddly very happy and aroused.

So instead of apologizing, I turn her over while she’s still lying down, caress her soft br*asts, and begin to move my hips.

Chlap, chlap, slick, swish-,

The extremely lewd sounds overflowing from her lower half every time I move my hips. At the same time, the sight of her large br*asts bouncing around leaves no room for boredom.

So, I reach out my hand and catch her br*asts without restraint, molding them however I desire.

Mallow-mallow-.

“Nggh, hmn.”

Would others even know that someone who always wears armor and behaves so rigidly has such large, soft br*asts? No, probably not.

Though Hippolyte is famous as a Gold Tier adventurer whose reputation spreads to other cities,

Only I will surely know how she blushes, how she moans every time she arches her back, and how she sheds quiet tears.

“You, you let go of this-! You’re such a cultist, ultimately, ahg, ahn, ugh, ultimately you’re such a cultist-!”

“Please bear my children, Miss Hippolyte. About twelve-.”

“Tw, twelveee…!?”

Hippolyte thrashes around beneath me like she’s truly shocked.

While I hold her tightly in my arms with my weight and 15 strength, pinning her down so her legs spread wide, I thrust into her.

Slick, squish, swish, slurp, squelch, squelch-.

I’ve long wanted to make Hippolyte pregnant.

The large br*asts, the beautiful long legs, the firm buttocks naturally make me feel the maternity within her.

She earns good money, cooks well, and takes good care of her body, she will definitely become a wonderful mother better than anyone.

“Ugh, haaang, l, let this go-, I, I don’t want your child-! Tw, twelve is too much, too many ah…!”

Hippolyte attempts to wriggle away from me.

Every time she does, I can feel the overwhelming urge to c*m as her v*gina tightens on me without letting go.

“Barbarian’s son, a b*stard from a cult, hmmn, ah, ugh, gaaah-.”

Her constant moaning and cursing makes me even more aroused, so I cover her mouth with my lips.

Then the Hippolyte who was previously thrashing around wraps her arms and legs around my waist and hips tightly, unwilling to let go.

“Haaah, squelch, hmmnnn-.”

Hippolyte enthusiastically sucking on my lips and tongue even makes me feel like she’s starving.

Reflecting now, her strong s*xual desire makes her ignore her surroundings once she gets going.

I sincerely pound her from top to bottom while she lies shamelessly with her legs wrapped around my waist.

Compared to Luna who is naturally soft and delicate, and Elpride who was cautious and meticulous because it was her first time,

Hippolyte’s firm body is capable of enduring even my increased superhuman strength and stamina.

“Hyoo, can’t, can’t contain it…!”

“Ahn, aah, aaah, aahh, haaah, hmmn, ugh-!”

Dunk, squelch, squelch-.

Recalling that Hippolyte likes being ravished like she’s a fantasy character caught by a barbarian,

I pounce on her like a Samaritan from the wilderness who hasn’t seen a woman in days.

I pin her flailing shoulders down and use my mouth to s*ck on her large br*asts, or lick her raised arms, neck, ears – every exposed part of her body.

“That, there, that’s forbidden, hmmn-.”

Whereas she didn’t seem to notice when I licked other places, Hippolyte suddenly desperately tries to push my face away when I attempt to lick her smooth armpits.

“Not, it’s not allowed-!”

She’s already spread her legs for me and has my most private member inserted into her most private place, yet she’s still ashamed of something?

Whatever it is, it’s enough to provoke my challenge instinct.

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