Swordsmanship Master 2
The goddess Athena, her face covered in bruises, was licking my feet. I hadn't gone to work, hadn't eaten, hadn't even drunk water—spending the entire day taming the goddess Athena. Twenty-three hours of nonstop pleasure-fueled sex. The goddess Athena began begging for mercy, wailing desperately for me to spare her. For a normal person, eighteen hours of continuous orgasm would've meant dying at least ten times over.
"Mooore... hit me haaarder... Master... oooh! Ooooh!♥" Slap! "Haaang!!♥"
I wondered what her father Zeus would think if he saw Athena like this.
"Now... now I'm truly Master's...♥ I've become Master's toy...♥" Athena murmured as she licked my toes. Her voice had completely changed. The lofty dignity of the goddess was gone, replaced only by absolute submission to me.
I'd poured nearly a full day into this. Extreme pleasure training beyond what a human body could endure. In fact, Athena's body had repeatedly died and been revived by divine power just before the brink. A goddess's blessing, I suppose. Pleasure like dipping a foot in the River Styx. Athena was drooling pussy juice everywhere, her speech slurring beyond recognition.
"Huuuuh... My... pussy's broooken... my pussy's broooken..."
In that process, her mind had been completely rewired. No more training—I slowly pulled my cock out of her pussy. Her swollen labia clung tight, refusing to let go.
"Athena... now, as promised, you have to teach me swordsmanship, right?"
She looked up at me with her wrecked face. "Master... now... now I'll teach you swordsmanship... but..." Athena gazed up at me, her face flushed. Her eyes still burned with sexual excitement. After twenty-three hours of training, her body seemed stuck in a permanent state of heat.
"But what?"
"While teaching swordsmanship... I want to feel Master's cock... please..."
I chuckled and stroked her head. Who would've thought the goddess Athena would fall this far.
"Fine. I'll keep fucking you during sword lessons too."
"Thank you! Master!" Athena stood up joyfully, but her legs buckled—she was wobbly from the aftereffects of the marathon sex.
"Alright, let's get started." I summoned Pneuma. The blue-tinged shortsword appeared in my hand. As I infused holy fire into the blade, the sword began to grow rapidly.
"Pneuma isn't just a simple weapon... it changes form based on the user's will... and right now, it's fully synced with Master's holy fire power... oooh..." Athena explained, staring at Pneuma. Her voice was still laced with moans.
"Master wants it longer right now... so the holy fire turned it into a longsword... concentrate more, and it could become a spear... or a whip..."
Following her words, I focused my holy fire into Pneuma while imagining a whip. Instantly, the longsword transformed into the whip wielded by Manager U Mi-young.
"Oh... it's not just getting longer? This is wild."
I figured I'd learn whip techniques from Manager U Mi-young later. What I really wanted was Athena's swordsmanship. I was curious about the sword style of the goddess of wisdom and war. I reverted Pneuma to longsword form.
"Good... now I'll teach you the basics of Pneuma swordsmanship. But first..." Athena suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me and started unzipping my pants.
"Master... fuck me from behind while teaching swordsmanship... please..."
"Greedy slut." I pulled Athena up, turned her around. She immediately lifted her ass like a bitch in heat. I grabbed her hips and thrust my cock deep into her pussy. Athena let out a blissful moan, taking me all the way in.
"Mmm... perfect... now, in this position, I'll teach you the gods' swordsmanship..." Athena mumbled with her index and middle fingers pressed together in her mouth like a cock.
"First is the war goddess's strike... 'Sophia Strike'... the stance is similar to Vom Tag... but you pack holy fire into a lump and explode it at the perfect timing as you smash down..."
Strangely, as Athena explained, a vision of Sophia Strike imprinted in my mind like a download. How to swing, the exact timing—it embedded straight into my muscles. An incredible experience.
"How's that... oooh! Cumming... cuuuuming... I-I'm... a good teacher, right?"
"Fascinating..."
"Next... the wisdom goddess's blade... 'Olympia Tempest'..." Athena kept teaching even as she neared climax again.
"Infuse the power of the heavens... mmph... cuuuuming!! Into... the sword... lightning and wind... aaahng aaahng..."
"How?"
"Through Pneuma... make the holy fire... suuuper thin... shoot it straight up to the sky... really narrow... then raise your sword..."
I raised Pneuma to the sky. Concentrating my holy fire as thin and long as possible, I shot it into the air. Kaboom!! Lightning suddenly crashed down from the heavens, flowing into Pneuma.
"Waaahng... perfect... Master... now even lightning power... aaahng..." Electricity sparked from Pneuma. The entire blade hummed, wrapped in lightning.
"N-next... 'Parthenon Finish'... this one's... a finisher... haaahk!!" Athena climaxed but still taught the final technique. It etched into my mind like the others.
"Ah, too bad... my holy fire isn't strong enough for Parthenon Finish yet."
"Haaaang... don't... worry too much... using Pneuma... gather mana overload power... it won't be hard."
I flooded her womb with cum without holding back.
"Intriguing... definitely goddess-level swordsmanship; the power is insane."
"It's for fighting demon kings..." She boasted, but I knew even this couldn't beat Baal. Still, adapting her techniques with holy fire was a huge leap.
I began fusing medieval swordsmanship with Athena's style, creating a new path. The fluid chains of medieval fencing harmonized with Athena's heavy strikes, upgrading into something new.
"Oh my... what's that? It looks like my techniques are evolving even further?"
"Shut up and suck." I pulled out my spent cock and shoved it into Athena's mouth.
"Glrk. Guh... glug glug glug."
I grabbed her hair and thrust my hips. On her knees, sucking devotedly, she quieted down.
"Master... slurp..." I gripped her head and pushed deeper. Athena's throat wrapped around my cock.
"Mmmph! Gulp... now that I've taught swordsmanship... can we go home and keep going?"
"What, you wanna live together?"
"Can't I live with you, Master~?"
"No. The demons would shit themselves. You wouldn't wanna live with demons either. All my women are demons except you."
"That's... true, but... th-then I'll move to the apartment next door!"
"Do whatever. But don't think you can barge into my place whenever."
"Yes!!"
"Before that... I fused your swordsmanship with medieval styles. Wanna spar?"
"Aww... I'm still a goddess. You might get hurt."
"Just once."
"Okay. I'll go easy on you."
A sharp glint of the war goddess flashed in Athena's eyes. No matter how tamed, her battle instincts and pride remained.
Athena summoned a sword of light from thin air—forged from goddess power.
"Ready... to begin?" I aligned Pneuma with her light sword. Massive energy clashed between the blades.
"Now... feel it... your opponent's power flow... aaahng! And... strike the gap..." Athena swung first, her Sophia Strike from the basic stance tracing a perfect arc toward my head.
I raised Pneuma vertically to block. The clash sent a shockwave rattling the rooftop.
"Mmm... not bad, Master♥?"
But her smug smile didn't last. As I parried, I used the medieval Binden technique—reading her power flow where our blades met.
Athena's style is powerful... but too linear.
I caught the moment her force concentrated in one direction. Using Nachreisen, I followed her attack while channeling Olympia Tempest's lightning into Pneuma.
"What?!" Athena's eyes widened. I'd nullified her strike and prepped a counter.
Crackle! Lightning sparked from Pneuma. With medieval fluidity, I shoved her blade aside and timed a Sophia Strike counter.
"This... is the technique I taught you... how...?" Athena retreated hastily into defense.
But my assault was on. I combined Zwerchhau's diagonal cut with Olympia Tempest. Lightning-charged Pneuma sliced diagonally through space toward her.
"Kyaaang!" Athena barely blocked with her light sword, but the shock hurled her back.
"Master... is this... really my swordsmanship?"
"I fused your techniques with medieval swordplay. Cool, right?" I pressed the attack relentlessly. Unterhau's upward slash from below, timed perfectly with Sophia Strike.
Athena swung down to block, but my angle was off her prediction. I'd shifted trajectory with Mordstreich.
"Eh?!" My blade tip halted inches from her throat. Holy fire heat from Pneuma scorched her skin.
"I... I lost... how..." Athena stared in disbelief. The war goddess beaten at swordplay by a human.
"Master... you're... incredible..." Her voice held genuine awe—not submission from training, but pure reverence.
"To adapt my techniques like this... as expected of Van Helsing's son..."
I sheathed Pneuma with a satisfied smile. Merging her divine swordsmanship with medieval styles was more effective than expected.
"Your swordplay is strong but too formulaic. Predictable—that's the weakness."
"I see... so wise, Master..." Athena nodded, accepting it. As goddess of war and wisdom, she grasped it instantly, reflecting on her own style.
She mimicked my moves, checking her footwork and arm swings. Then, enlightenment hit her. Athena closed her eyes and squatted, deep in realization.
I sensed this was a pivotal moment for her swordsmanship. How much time passed? Her eyes opened, a mystical light flashing through.
"Master... thanks to you, my swordsmanship advanced a step. Thank you."
"No problem, Athena. Great experience for me too." I stroked her head. She rubbed her face happily against my hand.
"Master... you're amazing... evolving my techniques like that..."
"Thanks to you. Appreciate it."
"No... teaching swordsmanship to you was my honor..." Athena knelt and bowed her head. Even her pride as war goddess was fully cast aside.
"But Master... sparring's over... now..." Lewd light returned to her eyes. Her sex-addicted body, ruined by twenty-three hours, couldn't rest.
"Greedy slut. Fine, let's go home. Just for tonight."
"Yes! Master!" Athena stood joyfully, still wobbly-legged.
"One more thing, Athena."
"Yes? Anything."
"What happened to the Hell Dimension Management Bureau?"
Her expression hardened. A sensitive topic.
"It's destroyed. No seal teams left to stop Baal rampaging through hell dimensions. Even some gods have allied with him..."
"Hm..." Worse than I thought. Gods siding with Baal now?
"No gods fighting Baal?"
Athena shook her head. "Peace has lasted too long for the gods. They're pinning hopes on me, the war goddess. But there's a prophecy... I believe in it."
She rambled about not fighting herself but birthing a child to handle it all. Her cheeks flushed red. Choi Seo-ah had told me the prophecy: a child from me and Athena would destroy the hell dimensions. For someone dreaming of ruling T-12, that was a no-go. Fuck.
"Master... I love you..." Athena whispered, clinging to my arm. The city nightscape from the rooftop was beautiful, but the goddess in my arms was more so. Han Areum's national-level beauty fused with divine holiness—doubled.
Now, all that remained was draining mana from mana-overloaded hunters to boost my holy fire.
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Goddess Athena decided to live as Han Areum. She agreed I'd lead the Baal assault and promised not to touch T-12 demons. With her personality, living together risked her killing Han Areum—Belphegor's apostle and her twin sister. Instead, we'd meet weekly for creampies and training. A masochist goddess... pairing her with masochist demon Aluca and Catholic saint Ieliya could be fun.