Make Your Choice
Athena sobbed.
She had realized that her defiled body could no longer uphold the oath of a virgin goddess.
When she woke, she shuddered alone in Hestia’s high priestess chamber.
But what was done was done.
Above all, it was humiliating.
Why couldn’t I overcome the pleasure?
Self-loathing toward herself.
And despair.
In the midst of it all, the pain was unbearable.
“You’re awake.”
Athena lifted her head.
A goddess approached with soft, clicking footsteps.
Breasts far fuller than her own, hips that swayed with every step, and the thick, meaty thighs visible beneath them. The slight parting of those hips alone revealed just how massive her rear truly was.
But that exquisite body was not all.
She was Hestia—goddess-like, and counted among the most beautiful even within Olympus.
Her gentle, warm nature only heightened that allure.
“Why did you do this?”
Yet Athena could no longer look upon her kindly.
The lewdness she had glimpsed behind those soft eyes had dragged her into the abyss.
She had been toyed with and defiled by the hands of a vulgar human man named Homeron.
She could not contain her revulsion.
“Why are you so angry?”
“Why, you ask?! Were you not the purest virgin goddess of us all?!”
Athena wailed.
“I swore myself as a virgin goddess because I admired you! I vowed to follow in your footsteps for the rest of my life!”
Athena sobbed and screamed without pause.
She could not believe that Hestia—whom she had trusted and followed more than anyone, like an idol—had cast her into ruin with her own hands.
“How could you do this?!”
“Athena…”
Hestia slowly approached her side and sat on the edge of the bed.
When she reached out a hand, Athena flinched and shrank back.
“Don’t touch me! I…!”
“Very well.”
Hestia obeyed her words. Athena trembled violently even as she stared at her.
“What changed you so completely?”
“That child’s cock.”
Hestia breathed the words out in shallow pants. A sweet yet ominous air bloomed around her.
“I finally understood. Why a woman preserves her virginity forever.”
Athena was at a loss before her sudden change in demeanor.
“It is so that she may offer it to a man…”
“No!!”
Athena shouted.
“How can you abandon even your humanity and say such things…!”
“Listen carefully, Athena.”
Hestia seized her wrist in a firm grip. Athena tried to shake her off, but could not.
The collar was suppressing her power.
“Is that not how the gods of this age are? Even goddesses suffer oppression under the gods.”
Athena fell silent.
“Hera was all but raped by Zeus and only then rose as Queen of the Gods. Artemis claims to pursue freedom, yet those who revere the moon remain overwhelmingly few.”
She could not answer.
Every single point was true.
“Women are weak. They are oppressed and crushed. Every path they walk ultimately exists to be offered up to men.”
There was no freedom.
Only those who enjoyed Zeus’s favor and trust could taste it.
Hephaestus, who had not, was reduced to shutting himself in the forge and crafting tools.
Hades had been driven underground, and Poseidon held his breath beneath the sea, hoarding strength to oppose Zeus.
It was the privilege the youngest had seized after stealing everything that belonged to the eldest son in the war against Cronus.
“That is selfish.”
Hestia gently brushed Athena’s hair back.
“Only you, Athena, are the exception.”
The single goddess who could stride and act like a man.
That was Athena.
“How did it feel to experience the utterly ordinary lives of other women—bound to men?”
Being violated and toyed with by Homeron was precisely the life of the countless women Athena had turned away from until now.
It was the fate of every woman Zeus had forced himself upon.
Hestia asked her that.
“Lady Hestia.”
Athena trembled as she asked back.
“Are you trying to defend what that vulgar child did?”
“I will say only one thing.”
Hestia rose.
Her faintly flushed face already spoke the answer.
“I, at least, believe this Olympus must change.”
“Lord Zeus—Father—will never tolerate such rebellion!”
Athena protested.
But Hestia shook her head.
“He won’t. And that is precisely why I chose that child.”
Hestia gently pressed both hands to her lower belly.
As if cradling a growing child with the utmost care.
She caressed the womb that held Homeron’s seed and whispered softly.
“I accepted that child as my son, and I took my son’s seed into my body.”
“You…!”
“If it is that child, he will change this Olympus.”
Athena clenched her teeth.
Wise as she was, she already knew how terrible the end of this path would be.
“That vulgar human will eventually bring every goddess to her knees and turn them all into his sex slaves!”
Hestia did not deny it.
“He will.”
“Then why…!”
“At the very least.”
Hestia asked quietly.
“Will human women not be free of the gods’ clutches?”
Athena lost her words.
So right now…
Was she trying to liberate humanity from the gods by offering every goddess up to Homeron?
“You’ve gone mad!”
“You may think so.”
Hestia whispered gently.
Yet Athena thought she glimpsed a flicker of madness in her eyes.
She shuddered.
“But when the second age of heroes arrived, I became certain.”
Hestia did not yield her will.
“That humans are eternal slaves of the gods.”
“You!”
“I do not want that.”
Hestia rejected the present order of Olympus. She refused this coercive world where the gods clenched power in their fists.
“Too many children suffer and grieve. They die. If this is the only way to ease their sorrow, then I will gladly accept it.”
Hestia’s resolute will—edged even with madness—choked the breath from Athena’s throat.
“If I can stop a child’s tears, I can sacrifice myself.”
It was the maternal love of a mother for humanity, ready to give everything.
“So that humans may reclaim the rights they have lost.”
Hestia spoke to her in a firm tone.
“I will make Homeron—that child—into a god, cast down the king of the gods, and set him upon the throne.”
Athena understood.
The goddess of the hearth before her eyes.
Hestia had fallen completely.
It was not merely that Homeron had taken her body. That had only been the trigger.
What had corrupted a goddess gentle enough to yield even her seat among the Twelve to Dionysus…
…was none other than the owners of those twelve thrones of Olympus themselves—including Athena.
I arrived at Hecate’s cabin. The door creaked open with a long squeal.
“Hm?”
The interior was quite dark.
No matter how I looked, there was no sign of Hecate.
“Lady Hecate?”
I called again and again.
But she did not appear.
Strange.
Had she gone into hiding?
I pulled out the gem extracted from the Cyclops’s eye and shook it.
“I brought magic materials. For you, Lady Hecate.”
Still no answer.
At this point it felt ominous.
I searched the cabin thoroughly once more.
“Huh?”
And I found a scrap of paper wedged between the bookshelves. I carefully drew it out and unfolded it.
It was a letter.
Addressed to me, no less.
I scanned through it.
Homeron,
I am heading to Poseidon’s temple.
— Hecate
“She went to Poseidon’s temple?”
Strange words.
Why would she?
Is it because of me?
I had complained in front of her that I might end up as Poseidon’s sex slave. At the time she had been at a complete loss.
So why suddenly?
Had her feelings changed?
No, wait…
Right before I left, the words I had confessed to Hecate. That single line where I named her as the next after Athena.
Had that driven her to act?
“Damn it!”
I bolted out of the cabin.
Then I looked toward Poseidon’s temple.
Something like intense flames was rising there.
Hecate’s fire.
“Shit, am I too late?”
I raced toward Poseidon’s temple.
People were murmuring and gathering.
Poseidon’s priests blocked their path.
“You cannot enter!”
“This place is off-limits…!”
I vaulted clean over them.
“Ah!”
“That man…!”
The moment I leapt into the temple, seawater surged in violently. I grabbed a pillar and barely held on.
Hecate’s voice rang out.
Yet the way it resonated inside my skull was exactly how Hera had described the gods speaking.
Fuck.
Just as I thought.
“Hecate! It’s me! I’ve come!”
The moment I shouted, the seawater and flames subsided at once. Then Hecate revealed herself.
“Homeron! Why the hell did you come here?!”
Good gods.
This was not the loli I knew.
A long, voluptuous, slender body stood fully exposed.
“What are you staring at so hard! Hurry and run…!”
Poseidon’s powerful cry thundered in every direction. His colossal divine presence appeared before my eyes.
He sure dressed up “become my sex slave” nicely. I smirked.
“No.”
“What did you say?!”
“Did I not swear upon the River Styx?”
I raised my hand.
“More than that.”
And I revealed one blessing.
“I have already sworn to become Lady Athena’s hero.”
Flames ignited in Poseidon’s blue eyes at the sight of it.
Waves crashed on every side.
“How dare…! How dare!!!”
His rage whirled and focused entirely upon me.
“How dare you defy my request!!”
Bullshit.
It had been a threat.
From now on.
I crossed both arms to shield my face and endured his fury.
This is the critical part.
In the midst of the breath-choking currents, I forced my mouth open.
And I shouted.
“I will drag Zeus down from the throne!”
Poseidon flinched.
Hecate turned to me with a face full of shock.
“Help me, Lord Poseidon!”
I kept shouting.
“I shall offer that seat to you!!”
Now then, Poseidon.
The moment of choice.