Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Amateur Massager Hassan

Chapter 063 ? Amateur Massager Hassan #2

“You want to give me a massage?”

“That’s right, Hassan. Lie down here.”

Though I’ve kneaded other people’s bodies many times, it had been quite a long time since I’ve received one myself. Perhaps it was my first time since being lost in this world.

So, I couldn’t help but feel quite disoriented.

“If you’ve been working hard fighting with deer, Hassan, then hurry up.”

With the insistence in her manner, I had no choice but to flop down on the deerhide. Above my back, I could feel the soft touch of small palm hands pressing gently.

Push.

The weight pressing into my body gave a slightly ticklish sensation.

“How’s that?”

Honestly, I couldn’t feel much. From the looks of it, Luna didn’t seem to know the basics of massages or massages at all. There was also very little strength being conveyed through her palms.

“Maybe you should press a little harder?”

“I am pressing, but is it because of the thick clothes?”

Now that I think about it, the jacket I was wearing was quite thick. And considering my rather large build, with such a tough outfit, it was understandable that Luna’s touch would feel weak.

Whoosh.

After lifting my body briefly, I took off the upper garment I was wearing. Without the thick leather jacket, even if Luna didn’t have much strength, it would surely allow for a more efficient massage.

“Why are you taking off your clothes all of a sudden?”

“It’s more effective when done on bare skin.”

“M-man… bare skin…? This is my first time touching a man’s body…”

To have a woman who’s never touched a male body before give me a massage felt somehow strange.

“Well, give it your best shot.”

“Yes, I’ll try my best. But don’t expect too much… hmm…”

Luna sighed deeply as if bracing herself for a monumental task. Soon, with hesitant trembling hands, she touched my back.

Perhaps because she had been outside just moments ago, her palms were cooler than expected, but it felt refreshing.

“Wow, your back is so broad. There are lots of scars and wounds, and even bruises.”

The touch of her hand pressing firmly on my back made me flinch.

“Ah, d*mn it! That’s where the bruises are. You shouldn’t press there.”

Due to the deer antlers and hooves, my body was riddled with injuries all over. Although they would heal after a few nights’ rest, they were still painfully evident for now.

“Huh… so what if I do this?”

After mounting near my hip area, Luna started pressing my back vigorously with both hands. It felt somewhat like she was following what I had done for her before.

Although it couldn’t be called refreshing, it was certainly better than nothing. Still, she didn’t have enough strength to make a real difference. If anything, I was more worried about her getting sore arms trying to massage me.

“Would you try stepping on my back?”

“St- stepping?”

“Step on my back. Press it properly.”

“It’ll feel too heavy though…”

Luna hesitated, unsure of what to do. But realizing there was no other way, she soon placed her small feet on my bare back, pushing gently.

The warmth and softness of her skin on my bare back was vivid, but it didn’t feel as relieving as it should have been.

“Does Hassan like this…?”

“No, a bit stronger would be better. Maybe if you climb on top and press thoroughly?”

“A bit stronger?”

Pressing down even harder, Luna placed her footprints with more pressure. Thanks to the added weight of her whole body, it was slightly better than before.

Clatter.

“Did something break!?”

“No, no, it’s fine. But it seems like you have some talent for stepping. This feels refreshing now. Good.”

“…Do you really think so?”

Encouraged by my praise, Luna put even more effort, pressing firmly around my back with her feet.

However, each time she pressed, the sensation traveled to my lower half, making it hard for me to focus. I was seriously thinking about what it would feel like if she stepped on something else with those tender, soft feet and perhaps flipping my body over to try it when—

“I’m tired. I think I’ll stop now. It seemed easy, but it’s actually really exhausting.”

Luna collapsed onto the spot, sweating profusely. Massage work is indeed like that. It might seem simple from the outside, not requiring much effort, but it’s secretly quite labor-intensive.

It’s like having one’s life force drained bit by bit. Since I’m already quite accustomed to it, I can adjust the pace a bit, but it seems like it was tiring for a beginner like Luna.

Given how thick and durable my body is, and how weak and soft her hands and feet are, it’s obvious why she struggled. Luna needs more exercise.

“I think I should go to bed now. Good night.”

Saying that, Luna covered herself with her blanket and fell asleep almost instantly. I’ve realized over the past few days that she can fall asleep within a minute of her head meeting the pillow.

Is this also an extraordinary talent? I watched her sleeping face for a while before lying down myself and drifting off to sleep.

When we woke the next morning, we quickly ate breakfast and wandered through the southern market of the city. We needed items like nails, hammers, and a few wooden planks to patch up the old barn.

“Hassan, we should also get some glue!”

We got the glue too. After buying just these, Luna had already spent nearly all the 10 silver coins out of the 13 she received yesterday.

Earning money is genuinely incredibly hard, but it seems it can vanish within half a day. This situation is driving me crazy.

Carrying all sorts of things, we returned to the barn, immediately beginning to nail the wooden planks and panels into place wherever there were visible holes.

Knock, knock-knock, knock.

Even though the repairs were rudimentary—just covering up the gaping holes the best we could with our limited carpentry skills—it was sufficient for now. After a half-day’s work, we nearly managed to plug all the windholes.

“Now that we’ve sealed off the wind, it will be warmer in the evenings. With the glue seal, it won’t be rainy either. It’s cozy, right?”

In the barn, Luna glanced outside, satisfied with our efforts.

Honestly, it didn’t entirely meet my standards, but given our budget and time constraints, where nothing was abundantly available, repairing to this extent was quite commendable.

Still, there was a notable sense of accomplishment in transforming a structure that was previously in dire disrepair into something functional.

“Ah, we need to feed Keng Keng!”

Suddenly aware of something, Luna sprang up toward somewhere.

Approaching a small jar tucked into the corner of the barn, she opened the lid and reached in. Soon, her hand emerged with a small spider, iridescent in bright rainbow hues.

Keng, Keng!

The one I saw last time. However much I looked at it, I couldn’t understand how she could handle it bare-handed. And what kind of name is “Keng Keng”?

“Hey, how exactly are you able to touch that?”

“Wolf spiders are smart. They can recognize the person who feeds them. So, back in my hometown, many people would raise them inside their homes or warehouses. They catch mice on their own.”

“Then wouldn’t it just be better to have a cat?”

“Spiders have their own special charm, different from cats. The bundles of silk they produce can also be sold at high prices. So, Hassan, aren’t you going to try feeding it yourself? Get to know it.”

Luna approached me, holding the spider by its two front legs.

Urur, Keng Keng!

“It, it appears to dislike me…”

Seeing its terrifying appearance made my face tremble involuntarily. How is she supposed to handle this thing? Its fangs are as big as my thumb.

Nevertheless, since it remained tranquil while being held, I thought I might try placing it on my palm, at least once.

“Keng! Keng!”

“Ah, d*mn it! You scared me!!”

Just then, Luna suddenly shouted, making me jump as if I had pressed the spacebar, leaping a meter into the air.

“Puff, puff, puff!”

Luna then burst into uncontrollable laughter, clearly finding it hilarious.

“sh*t, what the hell? That wasn’t funny at all!”

“Pft, I couldn’t help it. You just looked too terrified. It’s strange how you’re afraid of spiders when you didn’t seem to be scared by those deer yesterday.”

And with that, Luna inserted a strip of dried meat into the spider’s mouth before returning it to the jar.

For a while, the sound of the spider’s legs clicking in the jar could be heard, gradually falling silent, only then did I feel at ease again.

“Alright, so we’re done with the major repairs. What do we do next? Anything else we should work on?”

“I think we need to place a few pieces of furniture now. It would be great to have some chairs or cabinets. Hmm…”

Luna looked around the empty spaces, deep in thought. In any case, one thing was clear: Furnishing a house is surprisingly expensive.

The cost of the most basic necessities—food, shelter, clothing—requires significant effort to cover. There’s truly no time to be lazy.

“Well, since we’ve done our fair share of labor, Hassan, you can do whatever you want. I’ll handle the rest. I need to make those totems also.”

“Really?”

It seemed like Luna could use some time to herself. So I decided to look for more work at the guild.

Lately, I’ve been working quite hard, but seeing my pocket getting heavier, I can’t complain.

The amount of money I currently had was around 34 silver coins. Yesterday, Rene mentioned that it costs about 30 silver to obtain a sturdy suit of armor. As some spare living expenses come my way, I’m considering purchasing a strong, good-looking armor.

With the protective gear I’ve already placed on my wrists and shins, it’s clear that investing in equipment for my body is a worthwhile decision.

By wearing armor, I’ll feel more secure, gaining confidence and enabling more daring actions.

This will certainly improve my efficiency when completing missions or defeating monsters, leading to more money and guild contributions…

“Ah, good to see you again, Hassan.”

“Hello, Daphne. I just came to check if there was any work.”

“You are very diligent. Most adventurers here take a break after completing a mission for a few days.”

Daphne’s words made me reflect on other adventurers I had encountered in this world. The lower-tier Iron Tier and Bronze Tier adventurers often lived like day laborers.

They worked when there was work, rested when there wasn’t. Of course, the nature of ‘work’ here involved a significant risk of injury, which made gaps between tasks necessary for recovery.

Additionally, many squandered their earnings on alcohol and gambling. Hardworking diligence was hard to find in them.

“Well, we don’t have much right now. But, Hassan, I heard you met Actaeon yesterday? Word on the street says there’s quite an uproar. Might even hear from Minerva Guild soon.”

Minerva Guild. The name brought to mind another prominent adventurer organization in the city.

While Mars Guild was known for its rough-around-the-edges approach, Minerva Guild supposedly ran with strict discipline and military precision. Its members had strong loyalties and were known to be arrogant. It’s full of Hermiones, some say. Honestly, I prefer to steer clear of unnecessary entanglements.

“Ah, and Hippolyte has some time reserved for you. She wants to meet you at the training ground.”

“Time for me? So I should go to the training grounds right now?”

“No, it’s tonight.”

“Tonight?”

This was unexpected.

“Ah, Mr. Samaritan, I’ve been waiting for you.”

We had just entered the tavern with Luna for dinner when the owner eagerly greeted me. Though I wondered what I was waiting for, I recalled that I had set aside one day’s time for the tavern owner, claiming his wife had a sore back or something.

I forgot this due to my recent busy schedule.

“After finishing dinner, can you spare me an hour or so?”

At the tavern owner’s request, I glanced at Luna. She shrugged.

“I have to keep carving the Moai statues I started earlier, so I don’t think I’ll be sleeping tonight anyway. Hassan, you can stay at the tavern tonight. The holes in the shack are all patched, so it shouldn’t be too cold anymore even if you sleep alone.”

With that, Luna and I parted ways after the evening meal, each to their own time.

After sending Luna off, I entered the tavern, where the owner whispered into my ear.

“This has to be a secret to everyone. It’s not good to have others know that I’m having someone touch my wife.”

“That’s no problem.”

There was mutual agreement here: no need to attract unnecessary attention, keeping this quiet was for the best.

Following the tavern owner, we descended into the tavern basement where barrels and various items were stored. It was dark and smelled of mold but was manageable.

“The lady is over there waiting. She hasn’t been able to get up in days, lying on her stomach all day. She can’t even climb the stairs, so we arranged a separate room down here.”

At a corner of the basement, the tavern owner knocked gently on a door.

“Dear, it’s me. I’ve brought someone over as we discussed. The one who massaged my shoulders the other day. Is it okay to come in?”

A tender change in tone when speaking to his wife. A mountain bandit-like man with a shaggy beard turns out to be quite affectionate.

While contemplating this revelation, a quiet voice came from inside.

…

“Great, she says it’s fine to enter. Let’s go in.”

Creak.

The heavy wooden door opened, revealing a quite cozy room lit by several candles. A bed with covers, a raised platform, and a soft carpet on the floor.

Contrary to my expectations of a dark half-basement, it looked like a newlyweds’ room, full of deliberate care and warmth.

But what grabbed my attention more than the room was the person lying on the bed.

“Is this your wife?”

“Yes, isn’t she pretty?”

Can this even count as “pretty”? I was expecting the tavern owner’s wife to be a rather plump auntie.

But this was an absolute shock to its very core. So much so that I seriously considered reporting the tavern owner to the city guard for keeping a child locked up here underground.

The blue-haired woman lying on the bed had a figure similar to Luna’s, but their ‘cuteness’ was on an entirely different level.

The woman, lying on the bed, had scarcely budding br*asts and retained chubby cheeks, clearly not even in her late teens—a girl still in puberty, perhaps?

“Hell, tavern owner, you can say this is an unruly world, but keeping such an underdeveloped child locked up down here crosses a line I can’t stand.”

“What? What are you talking about? My wife is well over thirty years old.”

“Bull! Unless your years count differently and add three for every one, we all see this as a child. What’s your secret? Or let’s go to the guard!”

“No, no, just listen to me. The young appearance is a feature of the nymphs. My wife, Echo, is a nymph!”

“Nymph?”

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