Chapter 48

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Episode 48: A Small Night

048 – A Small Night #3

Swish, swoosh—

Inside the inn’s double bed—spacious yet cramped at the same time—the only sounds filling the room were the friction of my palm gliding over Luna’s smooth skin and the occasional gust of wind rattling the window.

My drunkenness had completely faded, leaving me stone-cold sober as I kneaded Luna’s flesh. No—this was a massage.

At any rate, I ended up freely working my hands over Luna’s thighs, the deep inner creases of her groin, her hip joints, and the soft curves of her buttocks.

The hip joints, much like the armpits, contain lymph nodes crucial for bl**d circulation and waste removal—but even so, very few women allow a masseur to touch them. That’s why I had been careful to only press areas that didn’t seem too sensitive.

I never expected Luna herself to ask me to work on those very joints.

Well, muscle pain around the joints is a serious issue. And judging by how relaxed she was last time when I massaged the knots in her buttocks, it must’ve felt really good.

Honestly, the pleasure and relief of having those tense muscles worked on is something you can’t describe unless you’ve experienced it yourself. Some people even exercise just to get sore muscles so they can enjoy a massage afterward.

“Nngh… Hah… Haaa…”

As I pressed my thumb into her hip joint and rubbed in slow circles, Luna began exhaling hot breaths.

Truthfully, my rationality was already numb beyond repair. Part of me wanted to tear off that thin fabric right then and there and bury my face in her backside.

But a first-class masseur must know how to control their urges. That’s the most basic rule.

So, for the first time in my life, I committed the sensation of a woman’s soft groin and hip joints to memory, imprinting the feeling onto my fingertips.

Swish, swoosh—

“Ah…!”

Come to think of it, I’ve heard that massaging or kneading certain areas around here can send signals to more… sensitive spots for some women—

“Ah— Nngh… Hahh…!”

Maybe Luna’s moans were coming from that? Maybe she wasn’t just enjoying the massage but my touch itself?

d*mn it, what do I do?

My rock-hard thing shoved unnecessary thoughts into my head.

What if… What if I just lightly brushed the back of my hand against the inside of Luna’s thighs? Even if her face turned red, I could always play it off as an accident—just my hand slipping while adjusting.

So, pretending to stretch, I let my thumb and the back of my hand just barely graze between Luna’s buttocks—that secret, forbidden place.

Swish—

“Ah, my shoulders are stiff.”

“H-Hyuk…!”

Luna shuddered violently at my touch. I tensed slightly, wondering if she’d say something, but thankfully, she just buried her face deeper into the pillow.

Wait… Does this mean we can take things further?

With that thought, I placed my hands back on Luna’s buttocks. They were just the right size to fill my palms—soft, plump, and utterly enticing. I gripped them, savoring their suppleness like a starving man.

Squish, squish—

Her skin was so tender my fingers sank right in, yet beneath it lay firm muscle. It was fascinating how such contrasting textures could coexist.

And this warmth… If her b*tt felt like this, what would her chest be like?

“H-Hassan…”

“Huh? Y-Yeah?”

Luna’s voice made my hands freeze mid-motion.

“I… I actually thought about going back to Ideope recently.”

“O-Oh?”

“I couldn’t even handle requests properly… Starving was so hard… Everyone seemed so awful… So I thought—one last request. If it didn’t work out, I’d go back. But then… I met you, Malco, and Platan.”

“I see.”

I replied, but nothing felt real—not Luna’s words, not what I was doing. My hands still tingled with the memory of her softness and warmth.

“Hassan… That day, remember? When we drank together. The day we swore by the River Styx… That day, I actually…”

“You forced me to drink so I’d make that promise?”

“Y-You knew…?”

“Anyone with half a brain would’ve figured it out. I don’t make promises lightly.”

“I… I see… But even then, Hassan, you never got mad. You treated me so well… And I have nothing to give you in return. I’m a bad person.”

“…”

I stayed silent. I hadn’t expected such a serious conversation. And the way Luna’s voice trembled, on the verge of tears, made me solemn.

Even my hardened thing seemed to read the mood, calming down slightly.

Then, from between the pillows, Luna’s voice came again, sniffling.

“I’m really awful.”

“Don’t beat yourself up. Everyone lies to get by. We still solved the request together in the end, didn’t we?”

“N-No… I’m terrible because… Even though I loved Nox-sama so much… Now, I…”

Her voice caught, pausing briefly before continuing.

“…Now, I think I like Hassan a little more.”

She mumbled something else afterward, but I couldn’t make it out. Right now, that wasn’t what mattered.

She likes me?

This was the first time I’d ever been confessed to by a woman. I’d indulged in pointless fantasies before—wondering how it’d feel, how I’d respond—but reality was nothing like I’d imagined.

My mind went blank. My chest felt hollow yet heavy at the same time. No words came out.

“…Hassan… You can do whatever you want with me. My body was meant for Nox-sama, but… just for tonight, I’m all yours…”

It felt like a hammer had slammed into my head. No thoughts.

My eyes locked onto Luna’s trembling, embarrassed form.

But while my mind was empty, my body acted on its own, reaching between her thighs and waist.

“Hah…”

Did Luna notice my touch was different now? Her body, once relaxed from the massage, tensed up again.

Of course, I was nervous too. This wasn’t a massage anymore. What came next was uncharted territory.

Where do I even start?

I’d thought I had all the knowledge from years of mental simulations and… educational material, but faced with reality, my mind drew a complete blank.

So, I decided to start by removing the accessories and thin fabric covering Luna’s body.

Swish, swoosh—

I fumbled a bit—undressing a woman wasn’t something I was used to—but eventually, her pale skin was laid bare before me.

But since she was lying face-down, all I could see was her back, waist, and the curves of her buttocks.

Not that I was complaining, but I really wanted to see the front.

“L-Let me see your chest.”

Mustering all my courage, I spoke. My face burned, and my heart pounded so hard I felt dizzy.

“Turn around.”

Hic—

At my words, Luna flinched a few times before slowly turning toward me.

She covered her chest and thighs with her hands, but even that was enough to excite me. The fact that she’d obeyed was what mattered.

Swoosh—

I moved over her, my hands trailing from her stomach to her sides, then her armpits, before finally settling on the chest I’d only ever stolen glances at.

“Hahh…”

Luna’s chest rose and fell with each breath. The soft, pliant flesh beneath my palms was, without a doubt, the most tender and warm thing I’d ever touched.

Squish, squish—

I kneaded without hesitation. No matter how much I touched it, I never grew tired of the feeling.

But what truly captured my attention were her nipples—pink, standing out vividly against her skin.

When I pinched them gently between my thumb and forefinger, they stiffened even further. The fact that they reacted to my touch was unbearably arousing.

“Nngh… Hah… Ahn…”

Her sweet, intoxicated moans and those delicate lips looked more beautiful than ever. So I pressed my mouth against hers.

The first thing I noticed was how unexpectedly soft her lips were. Then the smooth, firmness of her teeth, the cool minty freshness, and the quiet warmth of her tongue resting inside.

Slurp, schlick—

Like a man dying of thirst, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, swirling it clumsily. My technique was amateurish at best.

“Hah— S-Slurp… Nngh… H-Hassan… I c-can’t breathe…”

But Luna wasn’t skilled either, so our short, awkward kiss ended there.

Even so, my heart felt like it was floating away, tethered to twenty balloons.

So this is how good kissing feels?

After catching my breath, I kissed her again. This time, Luna tentatively moved her tongue to meet mine.

Schlick, slurp, schlick—

The wet, lewd sounds of our saliva mixing filled the air as my hands continued kneading her soft chest and teasing her stiffened nipples.

“Ah— Nngh… Hassan…”

Luna kept calling my name, as if the syllables “Ha-ssan” were the only words left in her mind.

I loved it. Tonight, I was the one who’d take everything from this pure girl—no one else.

“Just for tonight, you’re all mine.”

Possessive desire surged through me, hardening me even further.

Before this night ends, I’ll taste every part of her. I’ll carve the proof that she’s mine into her very being.

With that thought, I pulled away from her lips and trailed kisses down her ear, neck, collarbone, and finally to her chest.

For some reason, I really wanted to s*ck on those stiff nipples. Maybe it was an instinct buried deep in human nature since childhood.

“Nngh… Ah… Hah…”

Schlurp, s*ck, lick, nibble—

I teased them relentlessly—lightly biting, licking, stimulating them in every way I could.

Surprisingly, the stiff peaks had no taste, but the act of sucking them was intoxicating.

“Hah— Nngh… Ahn…”

Every time, Luna’s body twitched, her breaths coming out in hot gasps. Her reactions were so good I never wanted to stop.

But what really got her going wasn’t direct stimulation—it was when I swirled my tongue around the areola.

Her hips jerked uncontrollably, and drool spilled from her lips as she failed to swallow.

“Hah… Ah… Nngh…”

I could’ve kept teasing her nipples forever, but my arousal, now fully ignited, demanded something more direct.

So, I slowly moved my head lower, down to her lower half.

Luna, as if embarrassed, clenched her thighs and covered herself with her hands.

But when I gently lifted her wrists, I saw it—neatly trimmed pink pubic hair. I’d half-expected her to be completely bare, but this was even more exciting.

So she is an adult after all.

With that, I reached her lower half, softly gripping her thighs and spreading them apart.

“I-It’s embarrassing…”

Luna hid her face in the pillow, hugging it tightly.

Of course it was embarrassing—she was showing her most intimate place to someone for the first time. It’d be weird if she wasn’t shy.

But contrary to her embarrassment, the sight before me was breathtaking.

Soft pink flesh, tightly closed—it was beautiful in a way I’d never seen before.

I’d seen plenty of women’s bodies in media, but nothing this pristine, this pure.

Pretty? Gorgeous? Words couldn’t do it justice.

Calling it a p*ssy or cunt almost felt disrespectful.

Still, I reached out, touching her.

“Hah… Nngh…”

Luna’s tightly closed folds parted under my fingers, revealing glistening pink flesh—more dazzling than I’d imagined.

Her labia, the hooded clitoris, even the faintest glimpse of her entrance—all untouched, virginal.

The slight redness from arousal was there, but there was no sign of wear.

And most of all—the hymen, visible just past her parted lips, was proof of her purity.

Since I was practically a virgin myself, knowing she was just as inexperienced made my heart pound even harder.

“D-Don’t spread me so wide…”

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[Afterword]

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(Note: The afterword is kept in a semi-translated, semi-raw state to preserve the emotional tone of the original.)

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