78th
Descendants of Pluto
078 ? Descendants of Pluto #5
“The healer said that you should lie down for another day or so before your strength returns. You seem to be stronger than I thought, Samaritan. It seems like your stamina has gotten stronger.”
According to Hippolyte, I lost consciousness for about a day after being hit by the memory-erasing spell.
I don’t know if it was because my stamina level went up because I drank Luna’s elixir that I ended up fainting for a day.
“Lu, what happened to Luna…?”
“I’m doing this because of the cultists’ offensive. I’m carving an X mark into every house. They’ll probably come and take you over tomorrow.”
Takeover? It’s kind of funny to talk about people as if they’re borrowed objects, but that’s just the way this world is expressed.
I don’t think it would mean anything, especially since Hippolyte uses a stiff tone like a soldier.
“Then get some rest. I need to get my body ready for tomorrow. I’ll try to sleep a little later.”
“I’m sorry for taking your bed.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not that shameless. It was my fault in the first place.”
Leaving me lying on the bed, Hippolyte began doing bodyweight exercises, including push-ups, in the corner.
Because she was wearing short, black clothes like a tracksuit, the movement of her elastic muscles and the curve of her sweaty waist were very noticeable.
In particular, the shape of her breasts, which stood out against the sweaty, clinging crop top, was very plump and voluptuous. Could that be what was sticking out in the middle?
More than that, what is the identity of this hot, yet strange smell lingering around me?
“Whew, twenty, twenty-one…!”
Soon I realized that the smell that was making my lower body stand up was something similar to Hippolyte’s pheromone, and I was shocked. How could I seduce a man like this?
No, I don’t think Hippolyte herself has any sense of seducing men. She’s far from sexual, and she’s such a hard woman that she probably wouldn’t even masturbate.
“Fifty, fifty-one… . Hooooo,”
But ironically, those elements seemed to make her defenseless and turn me on.
She is a very healthy and beautiful woman, and there is no man who would dislike such charms.
Since the blanket draped over my lower body was very thin, there was a high chance that my erection would be detected right away. So I sang the national anthem in my mind to calm the anger in my lower body.
“I’m starting to feel a slump from the stimulation of my upper arms. Samaritan, your body is quite well-trained. Do you have any special exercises?”
At that moment, Hippolyte, who had been looking at the mirror in the room with a serious expression on her face, spoke to me. Sval, it was good that you let it sit.
“Are you talking about exercise?”
“okay.”
Then he comes close to me and looks closely at my body wrapped in bandages.
I felt really embarrassed, but I pretended like nothing happened because I thought she’d get mad if I tried to cover it up.
“No matter how much I train, I can’t get this thick.”
“I think it’s just a difference between men and women. And even though your muscles are thin, aren’t you several times stronger than me?”
“But I lost to that Noxdotty. I lost completely to that soft-spoken kid who was far from disciplined. What do you think about him?”
No, why are you asking that all of a sudden?
What should I say? I had to rack my brain desperately, fearing that if I made a mistake, a hammer would come crashing down on my defenseless chin.
“I-I think that might have been an accident. Lady Hippolyte had a fight with some cultists the day before. She might have been tired… She wasn’t in perfect condition. Yes, that’s right.”
“Are you saying that I’m some kind of idiot who can’t exert my power unless I’m in perfect condition!?”
You’re getting this angry? Shit, this was a really unguardable technique. Maybe no matter what I said, he’d still be angry.
Now I’m completely out of it. It’ll probably be a week before I come to my senses.
No, I was worried that I might not be able to come to my senses in the first place when Hippolyta spoke softly.
“That’s true. I’m just a half-penny fool who can only use my strength during the day. Only a few people know this fact.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“I can’t exert my full power on a moonlit night. I felt the same way during my fight with Noxdotty. It felt like my whole body was chained.”
“Isn’t it because her name is Luna? Because she’s the moon…”
“Samaritan, you’re talking nonsense. More than that… , more than that, why are you standing up with your lower body like that?”
Hippolyta looked at my lower body and narrowed her brows as if she was utterly dumbfounded.
When her sweaty body came closer, the lower half of her body that had been calmed down raised its head again.
A woman who is hot and sweaty from exercising. If you have such a person around you, you are bound to be like this if you are a healthy man.
“That, that’s because a man’s body gets angry all the time. It has nothing to do with my will, yes…”
“… I see.”
That ended the awkward conversation with Hippolyte.
Because I had a hidden passive skill that made me very weak against strong women like the elf magician Elfriede or the alchemist witch Nemea, it felt very awkward to be alone with Hippolyte, who could be considered the epitome of strong women.
I need to get out of here quickly tomorrow and enjoy my freedom.
While I was thinking about that, I lost consciousness and fell asleep, probably because my body had not fully recovered yet.
Sub-work…, sub-work.
The reason I came to my senses again was because I felt a ticklish sensation, like a swoosh or a rustle.
It was dark out so I couldn’t see anything, but I could tell that someone was changing the bandages wrapped around my body. It had to be Hippolyte, since this was Hippolyte’s house.
The patient’s bandage is also very considerate and surprisingly kind.
But I hesitated for a while, wondering whether I should wake up and say thank you or just pretend to sleep, and in the end I couldn’t even find the right time to wake up.
So I was about to think, let’s just go back to sleep.
Swish, swish-.
After she had taken off all of my bandages, Hippolyte’s hands, which were applying medicine to my body and had something smooth on their fingers, felt cold and mysterious.
Clack, clack-.
From my chest to my abs and sides, I rubbed them smoothly with both palms without hiding anything. It felt really good, cool and refreshing like a water pass.
What kind of medicine is it? I want one. It’s used by famous adventurers, so it must be expensive.
Kook, kkwaak-.
Also, sometimes he would squeeze my body with just the right amount of force, as if he was trying to give me a massage, which helped relieve my fatigue quite a bit.
Just like last time, Hippolyte is good at giving massages. I should pretend to be asleep and get a massage while I sleep well again. I thought so and didn’t say anything.
Was it a problem to keep pretending to sleep like that? Hippolyte’s hands, which were applying medicine to my body, gradually moved down my chest, reaching my thighs and pelvis.
The blanket covering my lower body slid down with a swish, and I ended up tightly closing my eyes.
Sval, no matter how kind you are, you still apply medicine in places like that?
I couldn’t calm down and my heart was pounding so hard I thought I was going to die.
“Hey, I guess I should apply it here too… .”
Hippolyte’s voice, muttering softly in the darkness, rings particularly clearly in my ears.
“… Excuse me.”
Hippolyte, perhaps thinking I was asleep, began applying ointments to my thighs, knees, and calves without my permission.
Swish, slap-.
Of course, the touch itself was very awkward and businesslike, so there was nothing erotic or exciting about it.
The very idea of lying in a strange woman’s bed and being nursed by her begins to make me stiff.
Hot, hot.
No matter how much patience I tried, the blood rushing to my lower body was growing inexorably. In the end, I ended up pushing up my roughly draped underwear and making a truly magnificent tent!
Shudder-.
Hippolyte’s hand, which was caressing my thigh, flinched greatly. She must have been embarrassed. I’m also damn embarrassed.
“Samaritan… are you awake?”
Hippolyte called my name. It was a very small whisper. Was she trying to check if I was awake or asleep?
Now it seemed to me that I had two choices. Either continue pretending to sleep and let it go, or pretend to get up and get up.
But what on earth do you say when you wake up with such a huge erection?
I was quickly choosing my words, wondering how I could explain to this woman that it is perfectly normal for healthy men to have erections while sleeping.
“Is it because of my mood… Even when I’m sleeping, I grow bigger on my own.”
But before I could choose anything, Hippolyta took away my choice altogether. So I was forced to continue pretending to sleep.
“Honestly, men who wear things like this have their lower body imbalanced. I think it would be better to just cut it off…”
Shit, what kind of dirty talk are you talking about in front of a sleeping man’s dick? I suddenly got scared that Hippolyta might cut my hard dick off.
Thanks to that, my things, which had been swelling and soaring without knowing the fear of a Silver Tier Adventurer, also lose some of their strength and sink.
Knock, knock-.
At that moment, I was startled by an awkward hand touching my underwear, and I almost jumped up in surprise.
I started to wonder if I had accidentally touched the wrong spot while applying the medicine.
A prick-.
When I opened my eyes slightly, I could see Hippolyte looking down at my things with a very serious expression in the dim darkness.
Hippolyte raised one of her index fingers as if pressing a button, and began poking and poking my hard, erect thing.
It doesn’t have anything to do with massage or applying medicine, and it doesn’t have any weird sexual feeling.
Should I just say that it’s more like the appearance of a child who doesn’t know anything and is just touching this and that out of curiosity?
However, I suddenly became a dummy used in sex education and was completely out of my mind, unable to do anything.
“It’s harder than I thought….”
Hippolyte also seemed so nervous that she didn’t even notice her own thoughts coming out of her mouth.
Knock, knock, knock.
Hippolyte, who was slowly poking my thing with her index finger, suddenly realized something and let out a hollow cough, saying, “Ahem.”
“Ahem, ahem. Samaritan, if you’re awake, answer me.”
Did you notice that I wasn’t asleep? I thought you were giving me a chance.
“Ugh, you really are sleeping like you’ve passed out. You have such an idiotic face.”
Soon Hippolyta reached the point of pulling down the underwear wrapped around my lower body.
No, you’re taking off a sleeping man’s pants? I can feel my hard erection heating up as it meets the cold air, and the back of my head is tingling.
Also, the strangely erotic excitement combined with the shame of being naked in front of a woman makes my thing even harder.
Bulky, bulky.
“Blood, veins… ugly appearance… .”
Hippolyte gave a word of evaluation as she looked at the object that was exposed so openly. Soon, she began to stroke my genital area with her hand that had been smeared with medicine.
“… I, I am applying the medicine.”
I don’t know who she was talking to, but she made excuses and stroked my groin and thighs with her hands.
But, he secretly touches the pillars or sensitive bells of my things with the back of his hand, which makes me doubt the motive behind this action.
It really feels like they’re deliberately touching me subtly.
It felt like they were appealing to an attitude of ‘I wasn’t really interested in it, but somehow I couldn’t help it’ because they were concerned about ethics, morals, or rules.
It’s a feeling I know because I’ve had a lot of massages.
Oh my goodness, Hippolyta is interested in my lower body.
Does Hippolyta like me?
No, no, when I was in middle and high school, I would have had all sorts of misconceptions just from a girl talking to me or smiling at me for a moment.
Having experienced various defeats and setbacks, I know very well that there are no women who like me.
Until recently, I was a slave crawling on the floor, and this woman, Hippolyta, has risen so high that she is called the heroine of the city.
Objectively speaking, there is no reason for her to like me or be in love with me. The opposite is possible, but…
Anyway, I was going crazy because I couldn’t figure out why Hippolyta was doing this to me.
The conclusion I reached was that Hippolyta, surrounded by women and ignorant of men, including her vow of chastity, was simply curious about a harmless and fun toy.
It is said that women who exercise secrete relatively more male hormones and have stronger sexual desires than normal women.
“Hey, do I need to apply medicine here too…?”
Maybe it was my suppressed sexual desire and curiosity that burst out at me while I was sleeping. What should I do in this case?
There was an equal balance between wanting to just enjoy this and the desire to somehow stop Hippolyta from going wild.
Another thing that came to mind the most was Luna’s face. Luna, who was so devoted that she even spent all her money to make me a potion.
I thought that if I made a big deal out of something like an incident or something, I would feel a little bad about seeing Luna’s face in the future.
I don’t know what Luna thinks of me, but I really wanted to climb to the gold tier and seriously marry Luna.
So what should we do now?
If I pretend to change my position and turn around, will Hippolyte be surprised and give up on this strange experiential learning? I was planning to carry out the plan with that thought in mind.
Swish-.
Fortunately, the warmth and touch of Hippolyte, who was applying the medicine to my body, distanced herself from me.
I wondered if he had noticed that I was up, but he didn’t, he just seemed to have lost interest in me.
That’s what I thought.
“Sigh… .”
Until I heard Hippolyte’s moans spreading out stickily from the corner.
“Ugh… .”
As if he had shut his mouth tightly to muffle the sound, a faint, moaning sound like a cat’s was heard in the dark room.
[Work Review]
Michuri is out…
I think many people were hoping for a sequel…
I’ll go back in…
For your information… all the nymphs that appear in the work… are adults…
