Chapter 340

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340 – Sultan Hassan’s First Step #5

“Ugh, no…!”

I grabbed Hippolyte’s wrist as she tried to block me and forcefully pinned her down on the floor.

Even though I could feel her whole body straining as if she was resisting with all her might, it was impossible for her to overcome my strength, which had reached its limit—rivaling even Gloria’s.

In the end, I was able to lick her smooth, supple skin.

The fact that I had overpowered Hippolyte, who was trying her hardest to resist, and the pleasure of tasting a woman’s intimate area combined to make my head spin.

It was nothing short of concentrated female pheromones.

“Hahh, ugh, n-no, that’s embarrassing…, hng, aah, ahh—!”

Still, Hippolyte seemed utterly embarrassed, flustered beyond words.

Yet, perhaps the wild play suited her tastes, as Hippolyte’s insides grew hotter and wetter. At this point, even I couldn’t hold back anymore.

So, I ended up ejaculating deep inside her.

Even amid all this, the thought of impregnating her wouldn’t leave my mind. So, I held her waist tightly, making sure she couldn’t run or escape, and thrust deeply into her innermost parts.

Squish, squish—squelch.

It felt like an incredible amount was coming out. I’d heard that the longer and more intense the int*rcourse, the greater the volume of ej*culation.

True to that theory, I came as if emptying everything from my balls inside Hippolyte.

“Hahh, uuun, aah, ahh…!”

Hippolyte wrapped her arms and legs tightly around my neck and waist, refusing to let go.

She clung to me, trembling like a cicada clinging to an old tree. I could tell she had reached her own deep climax alongside my release.

Slurp—

I pulled out what had been buried inside her. As I slightly lifted myself off her, Hippolyte collapsed onto the leather carpet, trembling rhythmically.

Seeing her like that—so pretty and adorable—I instinctively brushed my thumb over her wet clit.

“Aahn—!”

Hippolyte let out a loud, pleasure-filled scream and arched her back violently.

Her hands clenched and unclenched nervously like someone anxious, her knees pulled up to her chest, and her bare soles curled her toes tightly as her sandals slipped off.

Squirt, squirt—

From Hippolyte’s soaked p*ssy, tiny streams gushed out rhythmically with each spasm.

I’d heard some women ejaculate something similar when they reach climax. Hippolyte must be one of those.

“N-no, this isn’t… it’s not…!”

Still lost in the aftermath of her org*sm, Hippolyte seemed deeply embarrassed, as if she had wet herself in front of me.

Now that I think about it, Hippolyte is surprisingly timid and easily flustered.

Yet, despite that, she has this s*xual fantasy about barbarians violating her. What’s up with that?

It feels a bit like cognitive dissonance. But after some serious thought—as Hassan, who is evolving into the God of Wisdom—I figured that her lack of confidence and excessive shyness might be why she fantasizes about r*pe.

Perhaps she doesn’t have the courage to take the initiative or ask for it herself, so she wants a man to take her by force?

I used to think the same way—hoping some lewd older woman would appear and take charge of awkward little me, pampering and teasing me however she wanted.

I was shy, and approaching women was hard, so I wished they’d figure out what I wanted and come to me.

Not that I don’t still feel that way sometimes.

Meanwhile, Hippolyte desperately tried to hide between her legs.

“Huuu, d-don’t look…! It’s, it’s nothing…!”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Grrr…”

I couldn’t tell if Hippolyte was angry or sad as she made a teary face. On the other hand, if I had wet myself in front of her, I’d be mortified.

That’s probably why Elpride, whom I had slept with earlier, had also bitten her lip and held back her urges.

Still, I rather liked this side of her. So, I pulled the prone Hippolyte up and brought her face to my crotch.

“Wh-what…?”

Hippolyte resisted slightly, as if rebuilding her mental walls after what had just happened. I pressed my c*ck—still slick with her fluids and my c*m—against her face and spoke.

“Clean it with your mouth.”

“Th-this filthy thing…?! No—!”

“Come on, why filthy? Most of it came from your body, you know.”

It stung a little, but I soon lay back on the carpet, staring at the ceiling.

Then, I placed Hippolyte on top of me, gripping her a** firmly as it faced my face, and began fingering her p*ssy again.

Slurp—

I thought about tasting it with my tongue, but the sight of my c*m dripping out (drip, drip—) immediately killed that idea.

“…”

Even as she sat on top of me, Hippolyte remained stiff and didn’t take my c*ck into her mouth.

Maybe she was still upset about me tormenting her in front of Daphne or making her squirt.

It was a shame, but there was nothing I could do, so I slowly moved my hand toward her a**.

The tightly closed, pretty little anus between her cheeks. When my finger lightly brushed against it—

“KYAAAH—!”

Hippolyte jumped in shock, far more than I had expected.

Like a cat leaping over a wall, she sprang all the way to the ceiling of the barracks, landed, and then slapped me hard across the face.

WHAP—!

“Gah—!”

I let out a scream at the sudden attack. That was one hell of a slap. To think I’d let my guard down and get hit full-force by Hippolyte.

If this had been me before my training, my head might’ve spun clean off my shoulders.

Hippolyte, trembling like a puppy caught stealing treats, hurriedly gathered her dress and pulled it on.

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The inside of the barracks had been blazing with heat earlier.

But now, with the curtain-door flung wide open to let in the breeze, cool air flowed inside.

No more lewd secrets, no torment—just an open, public barracks.

The refreshing wind felt great, but I was stuck sitting gloomily on a chair, getting scolded.

“You… really. The moment things get heated, the only thing in your head is violating women, huh? Ignoring Daphne waiting outside and everything—!”

“…Sorry about that.”

“I see why Noxdotty is worried now. But this is common. Men who awaken to divinity often start taking women by force.”

“Is that so…?”

“Yeah, ahem, exactly. Unless they’re maiden goddesses sworn to purity, all male gods on the Gaia Continent are driven by the desire to spread their bloodline. Some divine mission to produce superior descendants, I guess.”

“d*mn…”

“Thirty years ago, young women feared even the sound of the wind, thinking it might be a male god. But now that those gods have gone silent, this is your world, Hassan. Right?”

Suddenly, I felt like I understood why I had become so consumed by lust and weak to women’s charms.

It wasn’t that my self-control had weakened—my instincts had grown stronger.

Uhum, at this rate, you’ll definitely go after Noxdotty, that mage girl, and others. That’s dangerous.”

Hippolyte was right. If I kept drowning in lust and succumbing to temptation, I’d end up not just with the women I had now but others too—earning myself a reputation like Hassan the God of Violation.

“This won’t do. I need to take drastic measures… At this rate, dark-haired cultist kids will fill the streets.”

Swish—

Hippolyte sat across from me at the table.

“As a hero, it’s my duty to prevent such tragedy. Hassan, I have no choice here.”

Her foot slid over my thigh and pressed down on my limp c*ck. Swish, glide— As her sole rubbed against my pants, my half-hard length stirred again.

“Look at that. After just finishing, you’re getting hard from just my foot? You really have no pride, do you, Hassan?”

I was so embarrassed.

Why did my d*mn d*ck have to be so d*mn healthy?

“Starting now, come to my barracks every Wednesday. Emptying yourself out might calm you down a bit.”

“Th-that’s…”

“Keep it a secret from Noxdotty and that mage girl, of course. Don’t come at night, or it’ll look suspicious. Come during the day, during my work hours.”

My vision spun. She wanted me to sneak over behind Luna and Elpride’s backs? I couldn’t even imagine the horrors that awaited.

Hippolyte’s foot slid away (swish—) from my lower half.

She then thumped a bundle of strange-looking documents in front of me.

“What’s this?”

“Potential locations for you to build a shrine in Sodomora. Not near the East or West Gates, but plots large enough for a shrine.”

Flip, flip—

The pages listed addresses and landowners’ names. As I skimmed through, the fatigue from days of searching melted away.

“Are these people willing to sell?”

“You’ll have to persuade them, but they’re the most likely candidates. All former followers of Pluto.”

Hippolyte frowned briefly—Why am I going this far for a rapist?—then fell silent.

…

A brief quiet hung between us. As I winced at the lingering sting of her slap, Hippolyte broke the silence.

“Hassan, once you build a shrine, the real struggles begin. Problems on a whole different level from being an adventurer, people targeting you for no reason…”

Her voice was oddly calm, almost affectionate—nothing like her usual armored demeanor.

Like the kindergarten teacher who’d patched up my childhood scrapes.

She continued.

“Can you handle it? With so many troubles, the human ‘Hassan’ might disappear, leaving only the ruthless ‘God Zigres’ behind.”

“I see.”

It’s said that those who awaken to divinity often experience personality shifts.

Like how Charmeleon evolves into Charizard and changes temperament, I might become an entirely different person as I near godhood.

Already, the ‘me’ from my slave days and the ‘me’ now are worlds apart.

The ‘Hassan’ who clawed his way up to Silver Tier and the ‘Hassan’ who becomes some god someday will be different too.

I wonder what’ll happen to me.

I don’t know—but I hope Hippolyte stays by my side like this.

But I’m too embarrassed to ask.

Even after all we did, I still don’t know how to put it into words. This awkwardness probably won’t change even if I become a god.

As I hesitated, Hippolyte spoke.

“Ugh… I can feel it dripping inside. You really came a lot. What if I end up pregnant, huh?”

“I… w-well… I’d want you to be the mother of my child. And my wife, too. I mean—anyway, yeah.”

“So you are trying to add me to your harem?”

“H-Harem?”

“Paranoi told me. ‘Wanting to become a Necromancer Sultan or some weird underworld ruler.’ And that you’d build a harem.”

d*mn that Paranoi b*stard. Did she already blab my grand dreams to Hippolyte?

Wondering how far this rumor had spread, I heard Hippolyte say:

“‘Harem,’ huh? If you truly* defeat me, then you can do whatever you want with me. I’ll be your captive then.”

Hippolyte smirked.

“But right now? Not a chance, you runt.”

In that moment, I felt like a bird I thought I had caught in my palm suddenly flew away. Hippolyte was never an opponent I could let my guard down around.

For some reason, it stung.

And in that frustration, I realized—I relied on and liked her more than I thought.

That tiny gap between us.

If I put my feelings into that gap, it’d be love.

It bruised my pride a little that I loved her more than she loved me.

But for now—

For now, that was enough.

We still had plenty of time.

“But if you lay a finger on Antiope, I’ll cut it off.”

“Y-yes, ma’am…”

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