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Episode 80: Descendant of Pluto
080 ? Descendant of Pluto #7
That night, Hippolyte did not return until dawn broke and the morning sun rose. I had no idea where she’d gone, but wherever it was, she must have had her reasons.
The important thing was that, because of what had happened last night, I was in no state to lie down and sleep peacefully. Every time I closed my eyes to try and rest, the thick sensation between my thighs would resurface—the dampness that had been pressed ever so slightly by her toes—and I truly couldn’t fall asleep.
Fine. I’ll j*rk off first.
And so, only after giving myself a quick stroke on someone else’s bed was I finally able to drift off. The leftover c*m was haphazardly wiped off on a discarded bandage in the trash can.
In any case, morning arrived somehow.
There was still no sign of Hippolyte returning, so I got up to look for my belongings. But where the hell were they?
As I glanced around, I spotted a scroll hanging on the wall that I hadn’t noticed before, with writing on it.
”Bottom-right drawer in the corner. Your things are there. Left some ointment too. Apply it later.”
Seems like Hippolyte had left this note for me before heading out last night.
Just as she was skilled with a sword to the point of wielding darkness, her penmanship was equally impressive—every character flawlessly precise, as if printed by a machine. A stark contrast to Luna’s wobbly, cute handwriting.
Following her directions, I opened the drawer tucked in the farthest corner and found my clothes neatly folded inside, along with the rest of my things.
Jingle.
The thick pouch contained exactly 47 silver and 25 copper—an exact match to what I remembered, so I finally relaxed.
With that, I gathered my clothes, sword, and necklace before stepping outside.
And there, I was met with a sight completely different from the familiar slums of Sodomora’s west district—pristine streets, clean roads paved evenly enough that even wagons wouldn’t clatter, and street lamps still lit to fend off the lingering darkness.
At first, I wondered if they were real electric lampposts, but upon closer inspection, tiny insects fluttered inside, their wings emitting light.
Even the attire of the people walking by was immaculate—nothing like the ragged, hollow-eyed thugs of the slums who either glared or shuffled with their eyes glued to the ground. Every face here brimmed with leisure, round cheeks and all.
But somehow, it felt like a place completely unrelated to me.
And sure enough, whispers followed as I passed.
”That’s a Samaritan. What business does he have in the east district?”
”Not a cultist? They say Samaritans are descendants of Pluto. Look at his black hair and eyes.”
”Probably some noble’s runaway slave.”
”Shh, quiet. He’ll hear.”
Judging by their hushed tones, I wasn’t exactly welcome here.
In the city of Sodomora, I thought I had settled in fairly well—but apparently, I was only truly accepted near the guild building and in the western slums where I’d made my home. Not that I cared much, after enduring years of the same looks.
”Hassan!”
A familiar voice called out, and I turned to see a certain adorable girl running toward me—so at home in this antiquated place she might as well have belonged here.
Her pink hair, of course, stood out no matter where she was. But by now, it felt comforting.
”Luna! What the hell happened? I woke up in Hippolyte’s house!”
”You’re finally awake!”
Luna promptly wrapped her arms around my waist, sniffing at me like an excited puppy.
”Eugh.”
But then, as if she’d detected an issue, her eyebrows furrowed deeply—and suddenly, she sank her teeth into my arm.
”GYAAAH!”
”Ow! Wh—what the hell? Why’d you bite me?!”
This was no playful nip—it hurt like hell, enough to bring tears to my eyes.
Crunch.
Only after realizing how much pain she was causing did Luna slowly unclench her jaw and pull away.
Drip.
A long, transparent thread of saliva stretched between her mouth and my arm—but more importantly, the teeth marks on my skin looked deep enough to leave holes.
Stunned and in too much pain to even be angry, I just stared.
”Hey, what was that for?!”
”Marking my territory.”
”The hell kind of—”
I was about to question that utterly bizarre excuse when a chill ran down my spine—
Had she smelled Hippolyte’s scent on me?
I thought I’d washed thoroughly in the makeshift shower attached to Hippolyte’s place, but—
Wait, was I overthinking? Maybe Luna’s hometown had a tradition of biting people when happy to see them.
f*ck if I know.
”So, Hassan, did it hurt?”
”Y-Yeah, a lot.”
”Good.”
I expected an apology, but instead, she snorted in satisfaction—like she’d made her point.
Totally busted.
But nothing had really happened. Well, okay, something had, but I didn’t cross the line.
Then again—how would I feel if Luna did something like that with another man?
sh*t, no way. I’d probably lose my mind and break everything in sight.
Realizing I’d messed up, guilt and embarrassment flooded me.
”S-Sorry…”
For some reason, apologizing to Luna was harder than groveling before anyone else. My voice came out weak, like a mumble trapped in my mouth.
After two years of having my pride ground into dust, I didn’t think I had any left—yet clearly, a shred still remained.
”I-I’m sorry!”
”Fine. If you apologize, it’s settled. Just be careful next time. The daughter of Ideope, the Voodoo Priestess, has a unique intuition—she’ll find out everything.”
”Y-Yeah…”
Luna was unusually intimidating today. She was higher-level than me, and the kind of girl who could suplex Hippolyte effortlessly. Logically, I should have been afraid of her, but…
Today, I caught a glimpse of a side of her that was neither carefree nor lacking—just sharp. It sent shivers down my spine. Truly the daughter of Nox, Goddess of Night.
For the rest of the day, Luna and I went around to the mansions in the eastern district, carving ? X ? markings into them.
”What are you doing in front of my house? Why are you carving that? I’ll call the guards!”
Now and then, some people didn’t understand what we were doing, but we always managed to smooth things over.
By the time we’d made our rounds to most of the eastern district, the sun was already setting—and we finally returned to Luna’s cabin.
”Phew, done!! We can rest easy for a while now. With the guild hall destroyed, they won’t be accepting requests for at least a month.”
Her words made me uneasy.
”How are we going to make a living without work? This is bad.”
”They said to stay home in case the cultists attack again. So I’ll just brew a bunch of potions to sell.”
A self-quarantine period, huh? In that case, I figured I should stick by Luna and earn some solid Achievement Points by giving massages.
Since guild requests were out of the question for now, I’d stack up points and convert them to stats later.
”Ugh, my legs are killing me. My soles are sore too.”
Luna flopped onto the second-floor carpet, grumbling.
After a whole day running around the city, visiting house after house, sore legs were expected. I was feeling a bit fatigued myself.
”I think I even got blisters. If not for the shoes Hassan bought me, my soles would’ve scraped raw.”
The word blisters sent a jolt of fear through me. Blisters on Luna’s soft, smooth soles?
Absolutely unacceptable.
”Let me see.”
”H-Huh? It’s not that bad…”
Her face flushed pink with embarrassment.
”I-I haven’t washed them… It’s kinda gross…”
But eventually, she hesitantly extended her foot toward me—as if reluctantly granting permission.
”D-Don’t sniff them, okay…?”
”Don’t worry.”
I gently took hold of her left ankle, slick with sweat from walking all day.
Despite her flat sandals, the pressure had turned the skin touching the ground slightly red—strangely alluring.
”Doesn’t look like any blisters formed.”
”Really? That’s good. Blisters make feet ugly.”
Now that she mentioned it, women in this world seemed to care a surprising amount about having pretty feet. Curious, I asked:
”Luna, do you do foot care?”
”Huh? Of course! I take really good care of them. A foot soak every day, medicinal ointment at least once a week, moisturizer too—”
”Ah.”
She prattled on in terms I hardly understood.
I’d never seen Luna apply makeup or do beauty routines, but apparently, she put effort into maintaining herself in ways I hadn’t noticed.
And honestly, her soles were pretty—the delicate arch, the slender curve, every part perfectly shaped.
It wasn’t until I met Luna that I realized: I really love pretty feet.
Just touching them was enough to make my lower half stir insistently.
Luna’s sweet-scented, dainty soles—f*ck, I can’t resist.
So I slid my thumb along her sole and pressed down gently.
Squish.
Careful not to use too much force, I applied just enough pressure—
”Hah… H-Hassan?”
Luna shivered, letting out an uncontrollable m*an.
”You walked a lot, so I’ll massage them. Don’t want you getting plantar fasciitis.”
”Pl-Plantar…? Ah—Hyaa!”
Press, rub.
I focused on the arch—specifically the Yongquan pressure point between the heel and the ball of the foot, known to relieve swelling and fatigue.
Each press and circular motion made Luna tremble, her legs twitching as she whimpered.
”I-It hurts…!”
”It’ll feel better in a bit.”
”C-Can’t you wait until I wash them first? It’s really embarrassing…”
She sounded genuinely mortified by the idea of me touching her unwashed feet.
Which, of course, only made me more fascinated.
Playfully, I brought my nose close and inhaled deeply.
”W-Wha—!? S-Stop!”
She flailed, but escape was hopeless.
I kneaded, rubbed, and sniffed to my heart’s content.
Then—teasingly—I flicked my tongue against the smooth surface.
”Hyaaang~!”
Luna arched her back like she’d been struck by an arrow.
Clearly, her soles were an extremely sensitive erogenous zone.
Almost as responsive as her most intimate spot. Was it because of the shame associated with having them touched?
In that case—
What if I rubbed myself between them?
Slide, glide.
Lost in the heat of the moment, I loosened the knot at my waistband without hesitation.
Truthfully, I’d been at my limit ever since touching and smelling her feet. My hardened length, now exposed to the air, relished the coolness.
”H-Hassan… w-what are you doing…?”
Still dazed from the stimulation, Luna panicked at the sight of me stripping.
Without explaining, I laid her on the deerhide carpet and gently pressed her soles together, sandwiching my shaft between them like a hotdog in a bun.
Ah—
The softness of her well-kept soles against my throbbing heat—
Even the thought of it drove me wild. Sweat poured from my body, and I felt close to bursting already.
”H-Hot… Hassan, why are you—”
Had Luna never heard of a footjob? Given her lack of s*xual knowledge, probably not.
But that ignorance only made her more enticing.
Slip, slide.
I thrust between her soles, relishing the incomparable satisfaction—far beyond what my hand could provide.
There was also the strange humiliation of being stepped on by a girl’s feet—paired with the thrill of claiming every part of her.
”Nngh… s-so hot…”
To her sensitive soles, my c*ck must have felt scorching.
And for me, bare skin against bare skin created just enough friction to be uncomfortable.
Maybe some spit would help—
Then I remembered the vial from last night.
Fwip.
Digging into my inner pocket, I pulled out a tiny corked bottle of liquid—Hippolyte’s backup ointment.
This slippery, viscous substance would do the trick.
I coated myself and Luna’s feet thoroughly—heels, arches, even between her toes.
Slick. Slap.
”H-Hah, ticklish…”
Her giggles were cute, but I wanted moans.
Once sufficiently lubed, I slid back between her feet.
Squelch.
The lewd sound of my c*ck slipping into the tight, ointment-slickened space was obscene.
”Ahh~! Wh-What is this…?”
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Author’s Note:
The comment event has ended as of June 5th at 00:00. Honestly, I never expected to get over 200 comments…! I was completely taken aback.
I read every single one—thank you all so much…!! For fairness, I’ll use a random draw tool to pick the winners.
Results will be posted by June 5th along with a screenshot.
Well then—
Mit-churi runs awaaay~!*
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