Episode 79
Descendants of Pluto
079 ? Descendants of Pluto #6
Silver Tier adventurers are the most successful of all people living in this world.
If I were to use my limited knowledge as an analogy, it would be like combining a judge and a successful YouTuber, but the pay is good. Of course, there are some differences depending on the individual.
At least from Elfriede’s perspective, their earnings were considerable. Every time they raided Pluto’s treasury, they made a hefty bundle of silver coins. And maybe some gold coins too?
Anyway, as profits increase, the quality of basic necessities such as food, clothing, and shelter will naturally increase.
delicacy.
Nice clothes.
A spacious and comfortable house.
However, the house of Hippolyte, a fellow Silver Tier adventurer, only had one room, so it didn’t feel like a rich person’s house.
It just feels like a storage space for things you use in your daily life. Or like a space where you just sleep.
As I searched through her house for my coin pouch, I got the strong feeling that she didn’t need a lot of space, so there was no reason to live there, rather than that she was frugal.
Anyway, what I wanted to say was that Hippolyta’s house was so small that it would be quite stuffy if you put in one piece of exercise equipment, a bed, and a display case for weapons including a mirror and armor.
And because it was so small, no matter where Hippolyta was or what she was doing in the room, I, lying on the bed, could not help but know without even trying to know.
“… Ha, huh.”
How many minutes has passed already? Maybe even dozens of minutes.
Lying like this, listening to a woman’s sighs and moans mixed with sticky saliva, it can’t be helped that my sense of time starts to go weird.
“Ugh… .”
The sound of something sticky wrapping itself around your hand continues to spread along with the groans.
Wondering what that sound was, I opened my eyes slightly, raised my head, and glanced at the corner of my feet.
What I could see with my eyes accustomed to the darkness was a fairly dark silhouette. It was sitting with its back against the wall, legs spread wide, and its large, swollen chest was being touched and caressed with its own hands.
Chlap-.
“oh….”
There is nothing more obscene than the sight of someone squeezing their own breasts with fingers coated in sticky, colorless, odorless medicine.
All the disturbing thoughts that had been going on until just now were erased, and all of a sudden, blood rushed to my head, causing my thing to expand to the point where it couldn’t get any harder.
Although all that could be seen was a vague silhouette due to the faint moonlight streaming in from outside the window.
Rather, because it is invisible and yet barely visible, it stimulates my limited imagination and gives me a feeling of excitement.
Swish.
The shadow of Hippolyte’s full breasts and the sharp protrusions of her forefinger and thumb touch each other as if they were buttons.
“Ugh… .”
Whether the stimulation was strong or she was just too enthusiastic, Hippolyta now collapses from her posture and falls to the floor.
“ha….”
The air in the sealed room began to get warmer and warmer, as if a heater had been turned on.
There was something about the smell of a woman’s sweat touching my nose that drove me crazy.
“…yes….”
Also, the small groans that clearly felt like they had been suppressed were so subtle that I couldn’t hear them unless I really concentrated and listened, yet they hit my ears exactly.
On the one hand, it all felt like a dream.
That’s understandable, since the adventurer everyone looks up to is masturbating right next to me, touching his chest.
Even so, the reason I was able to maintain my sanity and endure was because of my experience of being overworked by my father since I was young, and because my sanity, which I never let go of even under Elfriede for two years, was very strong.
I think it must be a mental power that truly transcends humanity.
Hot, hot.
Still, I want to do something about the thing that’s been erect for tens of minutes. I can either pretend to go to the bathroom and take one foot out, or I can just let it go.
I heard that if too much blood flows to the corpus cavernosum, it becomes necrotic. I think it started after a few minutes. Sval, I don’t remember.
Anyway, Hippolyta, who is physically strong, wouldn’t stay up all night masturbating like this. It will be over soon.
“Father, it’s not enough… .”
At that moment, I was pulled out of my thoughts by a voice and my eyes closed with a start. Hippolyta, who had been twisting her body while lying face down on the floor, had gotten up from her seat.
Chapak, chapak-.
The sound of sweaty bare feet pressing against the smooth floor continued a few times, and then I felt Hippolyte standing next to the bed.
What the heck, what are you planning to do?
But I don’t have the courage to open my eyes.
Swish.
Soon I felt the cheap mat tilting back and forth as the weight of another woman was placed on the bed I was lying on.
Hippolyta seemed to be sitting on my buttocks, with my left shin between her legs.
The feeling of a soft yet firm buttocks on my lower body almost makes me scream.
Swish, swish-.
But what really surprised me was what happened next. Hippolyta started rubbing her genital area against my sleeping body.
She rubbed her butt against my arms, stomach, and chest, as if marking territory.
“It’s not that great because there are no curves…”
But Hippolyta, who had been tossing and turning as if she didn’t like something, settled down on my left shin where she had first settled.
Hippolyte, who was sitting on my shins, began to rub her groin area against my shins and the tops of my feet, moving her waist back and forth.
Especially when the tip of my big toe pokes my soft and tender lower body, I can’t help but flinch and say, “Ugh.” “Ah-.”
Perhaps she was looking for a body part that was prominent enough to stimulate her lower body when she rubbed it.
Swish, swish-.
As I continued to rub them like that, my shins started to get hotter and hotter. I guess you could say it was the friction heat that was generated.
The ultra-mini hot pants that Hippolyta is wearing on her lower body are made of a strange, clingy cotton material, so you can clearly see the shape of her buttocks and the warmth beyond it, as if she were not wearing anything.
“Ahh… .”
Swish, swish-.
Soft flesh that keeps touching the calves, insteps, and tips of the toes.
Bullum-.
In particular, my sharp shinbones were receiving exquisite stimulation between the parts where the woman’s body was cleverly split in two. The rather soft and plump sensation felt like it could really be pictured in my head.
“Ugh, haa… .”
Slurp, slurp-. Slurp.
Whether or not I was entangled in such thoughts, Hippolyta placed her hand on my thigh and continued to rub my lower body as if she was riding a horse.
Swish. Swish.
Sometimes, slowly, like a snail crawling.
Swish, swish, swish, swoosh-.
There were also times when I moved so violently as if I was riding an excited horse that I had no time to adjust.
Thanks to that, my calves feel like they’re throbbing like excited genitals. What on earth are you thinking, using me as a masturbation tool?
Do you not think I will wake up? I really can’t imagine what would happen if I pretended to come to my senses at this point.
“… Ah, ah, ah, haat…”
Clack, clack-.
Hippolyte’s moans began to leak out at increasingly frequent intervals. At the same time, her waist was focused on rubbing my instep and toes as if she were sandpapering them.
Her lower body’s cotton pants, soaked with my sweat or something else, were already damp and felt smooth.
As she moved her hips and let out her hot breath, a very lewd and indescribable lewd smell spread to the tip of my nose.
Yet I can’t move my hands, much less pretend to wake up.
If I wake up now, Hippolyta might kill me out of shame. Not metaphorically, but really.
“Ugh, hah, ha, bu, it’s not enough… It’s not enough, but…”
This was real torture. If there was a lukewarm, soft hell, it would look exactly like this.
“Ugh… .”
It was Hippolyte, who was clinging to my thighs as if she was about to collapse.
Molkang.
Thanks to that, the cushion-like breasts touch directly against the thighs, which is very stimulating.
The sensations in my thighs became activated, and I visualized their weight, temperature, softness, and shape in my head.
It’s quite heavy, just like I imagined when I first glanced at it, but it’s also incomparably soft and fluffy.
That firm thing sticking out in the middle of that softness is definitely a nipple. What color and what shape is it?
But what was even more provocative was that, due to my physical structure, Hippolyte’s face was bound to touch my clitoris.
“ha….”
His hot breath was clearly touching my thing, which was firmly erected beyond my underwear. Even though I was clearly wearing underwear, I felt naked somewhere.
It is said that the stamina of a strong adventurer makes the opponent feel as if he has stripped them of their armor. Could this be something similar?
“Huh, haa… .”
It was a breath that seemed to be sucking in a lot of air through the nose, as if trying to fill every corner of the lungs. It was so hot and hard that my thing felt cool for a moment.
“Haaang….”
Hippolyta, who took a deep breath to smell my thing, moved her lower body again and rubbed her buttocks against my instep.
Clack, clack-.
Now my shins, ankles, instep and toes are all sticky and wet, as if a giant slug had crawled on them, leaving behind its slime.
“Ah, ah, ha, haa… .”
The moans coming out of Hippolyte’s mouth are now becoming louder and louder, as if they are no longer being suppressed. Does she not even think that I will wake up?
Maybe it’s because I’m so excited that the blood is rushing to my head that I can’t think like that.
“Heehee, aaang, ha… , ahh… .”
But who would have thought that such a delightful moan would burst out from that woman’s mouth, which was as hard as a rock?
Do other people know that Hippolyta moans like this? A rather strong shock comes from the unexpected sight and makes me shake my head.
“Just a little bit, just a little bit more… .”
Chapak, chalpak, sseok, jilguk, chalpak-.
Hippolyte’s waist movements became incredibly fast.
Because of that, the shabby bed starts to creak seriously, and my body on it starts to rock back and forth.
To be honest, at this point, it was even more awkward to pretend to be asleep. I opened my eyes slightly, thinking that maybe Hippolyte knew this was happening and was doing it on purpose.
“Haaah… .”
She just twitches as if she doesn’t know what to do, her face buried in my hard thing that’s sticking out from under her underwear.
Her firm yet curvaceous back and her prominent buttocks, illuminated by the moonlight, stood out so much that I felt the blood rush to my head.
In a sense, isn’t the current Hippolyta no different from a beast?
A horny animal. A female who is so excited that she doesn’t even know what she’s doing because the blood rushes to her head.
And there may be various factors for excitement. The excitement of the continued battle, or the inability to fully expend one’s stamina due to mannerism in training, etc. … I don’t really know.
“Joe, a little more… .”
Crunch, slosh-, squeak- squeak.
Now, from the shins that were rubbing against the waist, only a wet, obscene sound could be heard.
Hippolyte, too, was in a state of growing hotter and hotter body, making sounds that would make a small female beast get crushed under a male.
But the problem is that my thighs, where Hippolyta held me tightly, and my calves, where I was sitting, started to tingle badly because the blood flow was cut off.
If lying down for several minutes without changing positions is a problem, then that may be a problem.
So the tingling sensation of being pricked by needles here and there started to hit my calves, and I ended up lifting my toes slightly to relieve it a little.
Creak-. Swoosh.
For a moment, I had a strong feeling that the tip of my foot was gently digging into something beyond my thin cotton clothes. There was a strange warmth and moisture around the tip of my big toe.
At the same time, Hippolyte convulses violently, throwing herself about and screaming.
“yes…!”
Shimmer, shimmer, shimmer-.
She shook her shoulders and back at regular intervals, as if she were having intermittent hiccups.
“… Ugh, ugh-, haa…”
Kwuk-.
Her hand holding my thigh was gripped with such force that I almost screamed.
If I hadn’t forced myself to hold my breath and muffle my voice, the situation would have become even more awkward. Hippolyta, who was on top of me like that, continued to twitch and convulse for a while.
“Huhhh… . Huhhh… .”
Hippolyte, whose plump breasts and firm abs are soon to be felt through my thighs.
But perhaps because the strength was taken away, the weight that was placed entirely on me felt quite heavy.
It seems that Hippolyte has also lost some of her stamina since the trembling just now. She seems to be receiving a debuff that makes her stamina similar to that of a normal person on a moonlit night.
Maybe he just used up all his energy as I expected.
… .
Just when I was starting to feel the weight of Hippolyte, Hippolyte rose from above me. And then slowly, didn’t she reach out towards my things?
What, are you still going to do it? Or is it just starting now? When you are in a state of panic with such thoughts.
“Whew… No, I’m calming down. Huh, I guess ovulation is getting closer… .”
After Hippolyte said this as if to console herself, she sat alone in a corner, fidgeted with something, opened the door, and went out somewhere.
Thanks to that, I was left alone in that place, and only then did I start breathing heavily as if I was holding my breath. My heart was pounding so hard that I couldn’t calm down.
This may sound obvious, but
The room was filled with the scent of Hippolyta. The smell of a woman in heat, her blood boiling.
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