Chapter 79

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### 079 • Descendant of Pluto #6

Silver Tier adventurers are among the highest echelons of successful people in this world.

To make a rough comparison with my limited knowledge—their earnings are as good as combining a judge’s salary with that of a successful YouTuber. Of course, individual differences exist.

At the very least, from what I saw by Elpride’s side, their income was substantial. Every time they looted Pluto’s treasure warehouse, they returned with heavy bundles of silver coins. Sometimes, there might have even been gold coins?

In any case, the more their profits grew, the more their quality of life inevitably improved.

Delicious food.

Fine clothes.

A spacious, comfortable home.

Yet, Hippolyte’s house—despite her also being a Silver Tier adventurer—had only one room. It didn’t feel like the home of someone wealthy.

More like a storage space for her belongings or a place just to sleep.

As I rummaged through her house looking for my coin pouch, it struck me that she didn’t live modestly out of frugality—it was simply that she had no reason to need a larger space.

What I’m trying to say is, Hippolyte’s home was so cramped that after placing a single piece of workout equipment, a bed, a mirror, and a stand for armor and weapons, it felt stiflingly narrow.

And because it was so small, no matter where Hippolyte was or what she was doing inside, lying on the bed, I couldn’t help but notice.

“…Haa, hnn.”

How many minutes had passed? Maybe tens of minutes by now.

Lying here, listening to a woman’s sighs and the sticky, saliva-laced moans, it was no wonder my sense of time was warped.

“Hff…”

Along with the moans, the sound of something slick clinging and rubbing against skin persisted.

Curious about what it could be, I cracked my eyes open slightly and raised my head just enough to peek toward the corner where my feet were.

In the dimness, my night-accustomed eyes caught a shadowy silhouette. She was seated with her back against the wall, legs spread wide, kneading and stroking her own voluptuous chest with her hands.

Squelch—

“Ah…”

The way she squeezed her br*asts with fingers slick from some colorless, odorless salve—could anything be more obscene?

All the tangled thoughts in my head vanished in an instant, replaced by a rush of bl**d that left me painfully hard.

Although all I could see were vague outlines under the faint moonlight seeping through the window—

The very fact that it wasn’t clear, that it was barely visible, only inflamed my imagination and excitement.

Swish.

Hippolyte’s ample shadowed chest rose and fell, her index finger and thumb catching the hardened peaks like buttons.

“Nngh…!”

Whether the stimulation was too much or she was too lost in it, Hippolyte eventually collapsed forward onto the floor, her posture crumbling.

“Haa…”

The confined room grew as muggy as if a heater had been turned on, the air thickening with heat.

And the scent of her sweat had a maddening quality that coiled tight in my chest.

“…Ngk… Ah… Haah…”

Her muffled moans, strained like she was barely holding back, reached my ears despite how faint they were. They lodged themselves in my brain with perfect clarity.

Part of me felt like it was all a dream.

After all, an adventurer everyone admired was masturbating right beside me, touching her own n*ked chest.

Yet, what allowed me to keep my rationality intact was the discipline beaten into me by my father since childhood and the unbreakable restraint I had maintained under Elpride for two years.

Even I had to admit—my mental fortitude bordered on inhuman.

Throb, throb.

Still, after staying hard for dozens of minutes, I needed to do something—whether it was pretending to go to the bathroom or forcing myself to calm down.

I’d heard that if bl**d pooled in the corpora cavernosa for too long, necrosis could set in. How long did that take, again? d*mn it, I couldn’t remember.

In any case, even someone as physically resilient as Hippolyte wouldn’t keep this up all night. It would be over soon.

“…Not… enough…”

The sound of her voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I reflexively shut my eyes tight.

Hippolyte, who had been writhing and twisting on the floor, stood up.

Squelch, squelch—

Bare feet damp with sweat slipped against the smooth floor a few times before I sensed her presence beside the bed.

What now? What’s she planning?

But I didn’t dare peek.

Shiff.

Then, the cheap mattress dipped under added weight as a woman’s body settled onto the bed.

Hippolyte seemed to have straddled my left shin, sitting down on it with her hips.

The sensation of her soft, firm buttocks pressing against my lower half nearly drew an involuntary sound from my lips.

Swish, swish—

But what truly startled me was what came next.

Hippolyte began grinding against my body as if I were asleep.

Like a beast marking territory, she rubbed her hips against my arms, stomach, and chest.

“No curves… not great.”

But as if dissatisfied, she shifted restlessly before finally settling back where she started—on my left shin.

Seated atop it, she rocked her hips back and forth, dragging her groin along the ridge of my shinbone and the top of my foot.

Especially when the tip of my big toe prodded her soft lower half—

“Hngk…! Ah—!”

Each time, she jolted as if unable to help herself.

Maybe she had been searching for a part of my body pronounced enough to give her friction.

Swish, squelch—

As the rubbing continued, my shin grew hotter. Must’ve been friction heat.

Hippolyte’s ultra-mini shorts, made of some strange form-fitting fabric, clung so tightly it felt like she wasn’t wearing anything at all. The shape of her a** and the warmth beyond were unmistakable.

“Ahh…”

Slick, swish—

The soft flesh kept brushing against my calf, the top of my foot, the tips of my toes.

Squeeze—

The sharp ridge of my shinbone, in particular, pressed perfectly into the split between her thighs, receiving exquisite stimulation. The plush thickness of her was vivid in my mind.

“Ngh… Haa…”

Squelch, squelch—

Whether I was tangled in complicated thoughts or not, Hippolyte continued riding my thigh like a horse, gripping it for leverage.

Sometimes slow, deliberate—like a snail crawling.

Other times rough, frantic—like mounting an agitated stallion—leaving no time to adjust.

Because of it, my calf pulsed as if it had turned into an engorged shaft.

Was I really being used as her m*sturbation tool? What was she thinking?

Did it not occur to her I might wake up? If I pretended to regain consciousness now, I couldn’t even imagine what would happen.

“…Ah… Ahn… Haah…!”

Hippolyte’s moans came closer together now, her hips grinding against my foot with the intensity of sanding wood.

Between my sweat and whatever slickened her skin, the fabric of her shorts had turned damp and slippery.

With each heavy exhale, the air filled with an indescribably lewd scent—something between musk and something even more primal.

Yet, I couldn’t move a muscle, let alone pretend to wake up.

If she realized I was conscious, humiliation might drive her to k*ll me—and I mean that literally.

“Hngg… Haa… Not… not enough… It’s not enough, but…”

This was genuine torture. If there was such a thing as a warm, soft hell, this was it.

“Hnghh…”

Then, as if collapsing forward, Hippolyte pressed her body flush against my thigh.

Squish.

Her pillowy chest flattened against my leg, impossibly erotic.

Every activated nerve in my thigh painted a vivid picture in my mind—her weight, her heat, her softness, her shape.

Just as I’d imagined from furtive glances—undeniably heavy, yet incomparably supple.

The firm peaks pushing into me had to be her nipples. What color were they? What shape?

But even more arousing was the inevitability of her face brushing against my groin due to our positions.

“Haa…”

A hot exhale ghosted over the tent in my underwear, making me feel exposed despite the fabric.

They say a warrior’s fighting spirit makes their opponent feel stripped bare. Was this something like that?

“Hnngh… Haa…”

A sharp inhale, like she was sucking in every ounce of scent. So much that my swollen shaft almost felt cool from the sudden draft.

“Haahh…”

After taking in my musk, Hippolyte resumed grinding her hips against my foot.

Squelch, squelch—

Now, my shin, ankle, and toes were drenched—like a giant slug had left a glistening trail.

“Ahh! Ngh… Haah—!”

Her moans grew louder, her restraint clearly failing.

Did it never cross her mind that I might wake up? Maybe the rush of bl**d drowned out all reason.

“Hii… Aah… Ha… Nngh…”

Who knew that even someone as hard as stone like Hippolyte could make such sinful sounds?

Did anyone know she moaned like this? The shock of this unexpected side made my head spin.

“Almost… Just a little more…”

Squelch, grind, squish—

Her hips moved at an alarming speed now.

The cheap bed creaked dangerously, shaking me with it.

Honestly, pretending to still be asleep at this point was ridiculous. Maybe she knew and was ignoring it. I cracked my eyes again—

“Haah…”

And found her nuzzling against the bulge in my underwear, her body shuddering uncontrollably.

In the moonlight, the firm curves of her back and a** stood out so starkly I felt another rush of bl**d to the head.

In this state, wasn’t Hippolyte no different from a beast?

A beast in heat. A female so aroused she couldn’t even process her own actions.

And there had to be reasons—lingering battle adrenaline, restlessness from unspent stamina. …Actually, who knew?

“J-Just… a little… more…”

Grind, squelch, creak—

By now, the slick sounds from where she rutted against my shin drowned out everything else.

Hippolyte panted like a beast in mating season, her body burning up.

But the real problem was that the pressure on my thigh and calf was cutting off circulation, making them tingle fiercely.

Staying motionless for so long hadn’t helped either.

Pins and needles shot through my leg until I reflexively twitched my toes for relief.

Click— Squish.

The instant my toe pressed into something warm and damp through the thin fabric.

Hippolyte’s entire body seized—

“Ah—!!”

—and jerked violently, letting out a near-scream.

“Ngh! Huh—! Haah…!”

Her grip on my thigh tightened painfully. If I hadn’t swallowed my yelp, things would’ve gotten even messier.

For a while, she kept spasming in my lap, her breathing ragged.

“Fhhuu… Fuu…”

Then, like a puppet with cut strings, she slumped forward.

Now, her pillowy chest, firm abs—all of it pressed fully against me, unfiltered.

The sheer weight surprised me—she must’ve exhausted herself from the climax.

Her debuff at night reduced her stamina to that of an average person, after all.

Maybe she really had spent all her energy like I thought.

……

Just as her weight started to strain me—

Shiff.

Hippolyte rose from my body. Slowly, she reached toward my crotch—

Wait, was she still going? Or just starting?

But then—

“…Hah… No. Calm down… Hn. Must be getting close to ovulation…”

Muttering to herself, she stepped off the bed, rustled around in a corner, then slipped out the door.

Left alone, I finally let out the breath I’d been holding, my heart pounding wildly.

Of course it was.

The room reeked of her. The scent of a woman in heat, bl**d boiling with arousal.

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