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Night market masseuse Hassan
066 ? Night Market Masseuse Hassan #5
Hippolyta, who had been pressing down on my back, spoke to me.
“Have you ever met my father?”
“Are you talking about Hippolyte’s father?”
“Yes, you are Mars, the god of strife. Some may not believe me, but I am the daughter of a true god. I am a demigod.”
She calls herself the daughter of God. But I already knew many people who called themselves the sons of God or wise men of God.
For example, the pseudo-religious leaders in the world I originally lived in were like that. They always said that they were the saviors or creators who had returned to this world.
It’s a story that’s obvious to anyone, but the funny thing is that there are people who actually believe it. That’s why cults don’t disappear from the world.
Fucking cult bastards. Aren’t I in this strange world because of those cult bastards? No, really, since it’s exactly as the cult says, isn’t it a cult? I don’t know, you punk.
Anyway, that was when I was lost in thought.
“You don’t believe that I am the daughter of God?”
“I, I didn’t say anything like that.”
“Your muscles are tense. You can tell if it’s a lie or not.”
No, what, you can tell if she’s lying or not with her muscles. This sounds more like a joke than being the daughter of God.
“Honestly, I can’t believe it….”
“Yes, that could be true. I never really met my father either. In fact, I was an orphan. I lived by scavenging for leftover food in trash cans and doing rough and dirty work in back alleys. If I hadn’t sworn chastity to Lady Diana, I might have been ruined by some vicious men.”
Hippolyta was an orphan. This was the first time I had heard of it, so I couldn’t help but feel quite puzzled.
I somehow thought this woman was a natural born warrior who had been raised as a killing machine since she was very young.
“At that time, Sodomora was much more brutal than it is now. It’s much better now. The Adventurer’s Guild has moved in and public safety has improved. But back then, it was truly a cesspool of evil. Imagine living there as a girl.”
“I don’t really want to think about it.”
“Yeah, well, that’s okay. Thoughts are free.”
The force pressing down on my shoulder grew stronger. It hurt so much I wanted to scream.
“Gek!”
“Anyway, one day, when I was so hungry that I thought I should eat mud from the floor, I met that man in a back alley. Fierce fighting spirit, burning eyes. I knew that day. This man was not human. And I was not an orphan either. This man was my father.”
He kept pressing hard enough to make it hurt, making a creaking sound, so I had no choice but to respond with an expression of interest in the story.
“So, you mean, you felt it instinctively?”
“Yes, you could call it an instinct that permeates the blood that flows through my body. That day, I realized my destiny as a demigod. And I could feel all my senses and nerves becoming more sensitive.”
“Oh, uh, you’re saying that you’re getting more sensitive?”
“That’s right. At first, I was really confused. I could hear people talking from far away. I thought I was crazy. Later, I found out that this is a common thing for those who realize their divinity. It’s called the Divine Awakening Syndrome.”
The wheels in my head didn’t turn very well when I heard stories about becoming a demigod or realizing divinity.
Just like the story about Mana and Karma, it feels like a secret of the world that people in this world are talking about. What is this Divine Awakening Syndrome? It’s a really funny syndrome. Is it something like Spider Sense?
Anyway, Hippolyta’s grip on my shoulder, which had been squeezing it as if it was going to squeeze it, gradually loosened as she felt better about my listening to her story.
“I am working as an adventurer to meet my father once again. If I can reach the end of Pluto’s Labyrinth and obtain the Nectar of Eternal Life, I will become a great god, not a demigod, and gain the right to ascend to High Force. Then I will be able to meet my father.”
“Aha. So that’s Lady Hippolyta’s goal. I thought you just liked fighting.”
“I want to fight my father.”
What kind of nonsensical talk is this? Anyway, I have heard a little about the term ‘Eternal Nectar’.
Is it the so-called panacea for immortality, and many adventurers go after the nectar of eternal life at the end of the underground labyrinth to escape the fear of death?
It is said that Elfriede also became an adventurer with that goal in mind.
But what I find so funny is that it seems contradictory to go into Pluto’s Labyrinth, which is like hell, to avoid death.
Hippolyte said.
“You smelled like my father. The smell of blood and struggle. For a moment, I wondered if my father had disguised himself as a human and was enjoying himself. Or maybe he was my half-brother.”
Am I a god who has turned into a human? Or a half-brother? Was I the only one who had this ridiculous misunderstanding?
“That will never happen. I am Hassan from Samaria.”
“Yes, I was sure of it today, watching you roll around in the dirt. You are not my father or my brother. But I can tell that the gods are interested in you. They have some kind of expectations of you.”
Swish-.
Hippolyte rose from above me. Then she lifted me up and made me sit on the floor. Then she turned her back to me and showed me her back.
“It’s my turn now. Try rubbing my back like I did.”
“Huh? Are you telling me to rub Lady Hippolyte’s back?”
“Don’t be so nervous. Just follow what I just did. Even a beginner can probably do something like rubbing shoulders.”
And then there was Hippolyte, who had her wavy brown hair pulled forward, revealing her entire back. Her back was narrow, as befits a woman, but she looked very healthy, with well-trained muscles.
Its straight appearance, without even a single twist, is so impressive that it is hard to believe it needs any correction. Is it really a half-body?
I swallowed deeply and slowly reached out my hand toward his shoulder.
Her shoulders were hot and damp with sweat, perhaps thanks to the training she had just undergone. They felt slightly smooth.
I first pressed hard on her shoulder, the jianjing point near the psoas major muscle. It was tighter than I expected.
Kwuk, kwuk.
“Is this enough?”
“Ahem, okay, that should be enough. Well, anyone can do that.”
Doesn’t Hippolyte know that I’m having fun playing with other people’s bodies?
I’m not bragging, but even the picky and sensitive Elfriede acknowledged my massage skills. I suddenly wondered how this sturdy warrior would scream.
The opportunity has come for me to take revenge on the people who have been beaten and injured so far.
“Then, I will try to repay you for the massage, even though my skills are lacking.”
“Don’t be too ambitious. The body can’t be stimulated with force alone.”
“Yes, I will keep that in mind.”
After saying that, I continued to gently massage Hippolyte’s pubic hair without saying a word.
After stimulating her for about ten seconds to a minute, I felt the strength slowly drain from my tense body.
“How are you?”
“Whew… It’s better than I thought. Even though you don’t have talent for swordsmanship or martial arts, you surprisingly show talent for massage.”
“thank you.”
Brrrr-.
As Hippolyte trembled as if she had goosebumps, I took advantage of that moment to run my fingers over her shoulder and down her back.
I didn’t notice it because my skin was originally red and the moonlight was dark, but when I looked closely, I saw a red spot near my straight spine.
This is the same acupuncture point that cured the nymph Echo’s herniated disc in the late afternoon. Along with the Sam-eum-gyo point near the ankle, it is a good acupuncture point for women’s diseases.
Come to think of it, didn’t Hippolyte have a condition called “severe menstrual cramps?” I was wondering if it could be relieved when I dug my thumb into the new blood vessel.
“… .”
Although she didn’t say anything, Hippolyta shivered violently as if she felt the cold.
“Are you okay?”
“… It’s okay. I was just a little surprised when someone touched my back. Now that I think about it, it’s my first time entrusting my body to someone. He reminds me of my father, so I miss him a little.”
“Then I will press it.”
The new blood vessels floated up on both sides of my waist. I pressed the area hard, making a “kuku-kuku-kuku” sound.
Since the erector spinae muscles and the back itself were well developed, I thought that applying a little strength would be more stimulating. The body was so elastic that if I relaxed my strength even a little, it felt like my fingers would snap off.
Flutter, flutter.
Hippolyte’s body trembled every time I put strength into my hand. I couldn’t tell if it was painful or pleasant. Surprisingly, no sound came out of Hippolyte’s mouth.
Do different people perceive different effects?
So I was thinking that I should stop teasing and just focus on building up task stats.
“Ugh… .”
A very small voice, so small that it could not be heard unless one strained one’s ears, resonated low from Hippolyta’s throat as she turned her back.
It was a really tiny sound, like the sound of a cicada chewing on a leaf, but the moment I heard it, I felt a surge of motivation as if some kind of trigger had been pressed.
So, I ran my palm over Hippolyte’s sides and back, and used my thumb to rotate the muscles.
Her body was already shining smoothly, reflecting the moonlight as sweat gradually poured out of her body.
It’s also fun how her body temperature gradually gets hotter. Hippolyte has a pretty high body temperature. Her metabolism is really active. Is she a sun person?
“Sigh… Huh… Huh…”
Now Hippolyte let out small, solitary screams, as if desperately trying to keep the sounds from coming out of her mouth, though it was unclear why.
I couldn’t see his face, but I thought he might be biting his lower lip.
“How do you like my massage skills?”
“Cow… Skill? Honestly, it’s poor… . I can’t… feel anything.”
No? I can’t believe I’m getting such harsh criticism. I don’t know about anything else, but I was confident in my massage skills, so I’m starting to feel a little embarrassed.
“I see. Then let me try pressing a little harder.”
“Press harder, harder, harder!”
Kwaaak.
I think that a bit of force went into my thumb.
Soon, the red spot surrounding Hippolyte’s waist and the shin vein disappeared, and letters appeared before her eyes.
『Hippolyte Heavensinger’s Severe Menstrual Pains』 Cured.
『Task value + 10』
『Current task value + 117』
“Ugh, ugh, haa, ah… . Hang… !”
Hippolyta eventually falls to the floor, unable to keep her posture.
It’s quite amusing to see them tremble and flinch like insects that have taken poison.
“Ugh, huh… .”
I was going to let her rest like this, but when I remembered how Hippolyta had made me roll around on the dirt floor as part of her training, I became angry.
I must use this rare opportunity to get revenge. If not now, then when else would I ever get revenge on a Silver Tier adventurer?
So I sat down near Hippolyta’s buttocks and ran the palm of my hand up her firm back.
Her sweaty back gently rubs against my hand without any lotion.
There is no need to press on the acupoints or anything, just stimulating the skin by rubbing it like this is good for your health.
Swish, swish-.
“Eunghwah…!”
But it felt nice because it was smoother and softer than I thought. A slender body like Luna’s is nice, but a body like this that’s been curved through training is also quite enjoyable to touch.
“Ugh… Stop it. Why are you continuing to do whatever you want… Huh…”
She moved her body as if trying to resist me, but her body was already firmly subdued by me.
Mount position with my back turned. No matter how good Hippolyte is at using ground techniques, he doesn’t have enough strength to push my heavy body up in this unfavorable situation.
So I gently stroked her back, shoulders, and sides with my palm.
“Ugh, yes, you! How dare you, y, do something like this!”
“I’m just giving a massage.”
“No matter how I look at it, this is a massage-.”
It was just as Hippolyte was saying something that my hand, slipping from her back, accidentally stabbed her in the side and armpit.
“Ahh… Ah, what!?”
Hippolyte jumped up in surprise, like a rat that had stepped on a rat trap. I, who was on her butt, had no choice but to fall backwards.
Hippolyte, who had quickly straightened her posture and stood up, looked down at me with cold eyes and spoke.
“Oh, that was a really bad massage. You can’t even do something that simple. Hassan, you really have no talent…!”
And then he disappeared somewhere, grumbling as if he was very angry.
I got so carried away that I ended up offending a Silver Tier adventurer. Shit, I’m done for – I shook my butt and got up from my seat. Maybe it would be better.
Pyeong-.
At that moment, something sharp flew from the sky and grazed my cheek, then stuck in the ground. What on earth flew in at this hour of the night? Was that blood flowing from my cheek?
So I lowered my head to the floor, wondering what on earth had flown in and brushed my cheek.
At that moment.
Kwuk.
Something fell on my neck and pushed me down with all its might on the floor. I lay face down on the floor, unable to move as if a noose was around my neck.
“That’s right-.”
No, it felt more like I was being weighed down by a heavy anchor than a noose. I really felt like my neck was going to break. What the hell is going on?
I was really wondering what the heck this was, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that it was someone’s foot.
“You seem to be acting too much lately. Am I the only one who feels this way?”
[Work Review]
I didn’t realize it since it’s only been about 20 days since the series started, but I was a little shocked to learn that it had reached its third volume in terms of length…
It seems a bit odd that there are only two rice cakes left, so I’ll try to pound more glutinous rice cakes ㅠㅠ…
