Dad Is Awesome! (5)
Sophia could barely keep her head straight. She had gone out for a casual stroll through the Primordial Village only to run headlong into the Rank 1 god, who had promptly offered five hundred million faith to buy Yohan outright — and Yohan had turned him down cold.
Wandering the village together afterward had let her push the whole scene out of mind for a little while. The second Yohan brought it up again, though, every detail came flooding back in vivid color.
But the moment she settled into his arms, thinking became impossible. Being held by Yohan was nothing new; it had happened plenty of times before. At first it had stirred nothing in her. Just ordinary physical contact between a goddess and her minion — that was how she had framed it.
Then nearly a month of facing each other every single day, talking, celebrating the same victories, sometimes bickering, had let a feeling take root and slowly swell. She had never quite recognized it until this exact moment, when the truth hit her with absolute clarity.
"A kiss is fine, isn't it?"
Yohan's distinctive low voice punched straight through her eardrums and drove itself into her chest. Maybe it was because the tone sat a shade deeper than when he was joking around. Or maybe it was simply that she had not heard him sound this serious in a long time. Overlaid with the image of him firmly rejecting Graham's offer, it made him look almost dashing. Without thinking, Sophia pressed a hand to her own chest.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
The soft peaks pressed flush against him swelled as they rubbed, but the hammering of her heart was so loud she barely registered it.
What if he hears this?
She used to cling to him as much as she wanted without a single worry like this. This was all Cheonsol's fault. Ever since Cheonsol had arrived, her feelings toward Yohan had gone completely sideways. One of the community's one-week ban reasons floated up in her mind.
NTR.
That twisted fetish of getting off on having your partner stolen by someone else. Strictly speaking this was not NTR — she and Yohan had never been in a private relationship, and she had not even liked him that way. Still, the more the word circled through her head, the tighter her chest felt. Without meaning to, she pressed her breasts together even more firmly.
The generous mounds of soft flesh nudged a little distance between her and Yohan. He simply leaned in again, crushing them against himself as he closed the gap.
"If you hate it, say you hate it. If you like it, say you like it. Give me a clear answer."
"Well, you know..."
"Hate it or like it?"
Yohan's face drew so close their noses nearly brushed. The light graze of his nose tip sent every fine hair on her body standing on end, and a sharp tingle raced through parts of her she would rather not name.
He earned a reward. It's fine. It's not like last time when he was groping my chest.
Just lips against lips. When Yohan had touched and sucked on her nipples she had felt a pleasure she could not even put into words — but lips should be manageable. And... she did not exactly hate the idea. If she had to sort it into like or dislike, it landed firmly on the like side.
"I li—"
"You what? You 'li'?"
"What do you mean 'li'?! I like it!"
The second she saw the smug curl of his mouth right beside her ear, she realized she had walked straight into it.
He's still joking even in a moment like this?
How infuriating. She wanted to hit him. She swung her arm — and he caught her wrist cleanly.
"Lady Sophia."
"Y-yeah? Yohan, let go of my arm first and then we can talk."
"Lady Sophia."
His face drifted closer, slow and deliberate.
No matter how powerful a minion Yohan was, the gulf between a god and a mortal remained vast. If Sophia truly wanted to, she could shove him off and scold him into next week. But if she pushed him away, would he be disappointed? Would he decide he could never stay with her and go over to Johannes Graham instead?
Just watching him get along so well with Cheonsol already twisted something inside her. If he left entirely for another god's service and looked happy doing it, she felt certain some part of her would simply break.
So warm.
She could feel his breath. Sophia stared blankly into his eyes. He was the same human who never stopped clowning around and spouting insane nonsense — yet those eyes were so clear and upright. The body pinning her so firmly was solid, too. Masculine in a way that forcibly woke the femininity sleeping inside her.
So this is why Evrande and Cheonsol fell for him after he impregnated them.
A small realization bloomed in her, and as her lips parted, Yohan covered them gently. His mouth was thicker than it looked — soft, plush. Sophia naturally began to rub her lips against his. The sensation of their flesh gliding smoothly together was startlingly addictive.
The longer their mouths stayed joined, the more her body and mind settled into a deep calm. It felt like floating, the way you do right before sleep takes you.
A kneading pressure on her backside yanked her back to reality.
"Where do you think you're touching?"
"Where am I touching? Wherever I feel like."
"You're grabbing my butt."
She glared daggers at him, but Yohan only grinned with that same shameless ease as always. She wanted to keep arguing — then her mouth was sealed again.
If you grab it one more time, I swear I won't let it slide!
Whether the warning in her eyes actually landed or not, his hands settled at her waist. She was rubbing her lips against his again, chasing the earlier feeling, when his tongue slipped lightly inside.
At first she did not even know what it was. Something slick as a snake, yet warm, tapped against her teeth and sent a ticklish flutter through her chest. Without any conscious decision her jaw fell open. Only once it was fully inside did she realize it was Yohan's tongue.
Aren't you going to pull it out?
It's a kiss.
They never spoke the words aloud, but their eyes carried the meaning perfectly. This was not right — Sophia tried to shove the tongue back out. The same instant she pushed against his shoulders, she drove force through her own tongue in the same direction. The moment it tangled with his — thick and plush just like his lips — strength drained from her body exactly the way it had when he sucked on her chest.
"Hnn..."
No erogenous zone had even been touched, yet a soft, airy sound slipped out of her. What was this? All they were doing was rubbing lips and mixing tongues. Why did it feel this good?
Yohan's eyes had gone soft in a way that reminded her of how he looked at Lan-lan-i. His hands clamped tight around her waist and her rear. Earlier the contact had been faintly unpleasant; now every place his palms touched sparked with a sharp, electric tingle. Her body wound itself around him of its own accord.
Their naturally tangled tongues writhed without rest, tasting each other. She finally understood why people bothered to distinguish a peck from a real kiss. This was a completely different dimension from simply pressing lips together. It was only a kiss — and somehow Yohan felt precious.
Maybe this was the rose-tinted glasses humans always talked about. The one face she had already considered decent-looking suddenly seemed even handsomer.
I refuse to be the only one getting wrecked.
Sophia locked her arms fully around his neck and began moving her tongue with aggressive purpose. She forced his tongue back, then forced her way through the narrow gap and occupied his mouth entirely. Then, just as he had done to her, she started mapping his teeth. Tracing those uneven ridges was so strangely entertaining that she never even noticed his hands slowly sliding lower on her backside.
Good... so good...
She was melting into the kiss when she felt a hand slip between her thighs. Fingers carefully stroked the soft inner flesh, then climbed again, searching for the opening. If she stayed like this, that place she had never granted to anyone would be invaded for certain.
A kiss is fine, but sex...
If Yohan stripped her clothes off and demanded sex right now, could she refuse? Before the kiss she would have shoved him away without hesitation. With her head this full of him, though, she might end up giving in despite herself...
That's right — Cheonsol!
Cheonsol had gone to put Lan-lan-i to bed; there was no telling when she might walk back out and catch them. The Cheonsol who had stood against the Arachne's greed had been genuinely terrifying. Sophia was a goddess and Cheonsol only a minion, but scary was still scary. Her mind spun furiously and landed on a way out.
Queue a match!
Ending the kiss by her own will was nearly impossible. Her body had slipped free of reason's control and was shamelessly grinding her chest against him — how was she supposed to stop?
About a minute into the search for an opponent, Yohan finally broke the kiss and spoke with playful amusement.
"Lady Sophia, that expression of yours... Did you enjoy the kiss that much?"
"W-what about it?"
"Your eyes are almost shut. Mouth half open. You're even drooling a little."
"Really?"
Sophia hastily wiped the corner of her mouth — nothing there except the sheen of saliva already on her lips.
"I was joking."
"You little—! Keep that up and you're getting punished!"
"Hmm. Who exactly is going to be the one getting punished?"
His hands seized her rear with sudden force as he offered his lips again.
I need to slap those insolent hands away — but I can't refuse the kiss...
In the end Sophia surrendered herself to his touch. A kiss that was gentle and soft. Hands stroking her waist over the thin one-piece dress. Hands that were not satisfied with fabric alone, lifting the hem to reach bare skin — those bad hands.
Bad hands are not allowed!
Even when she had permitted him to touch her chest, she had zoned out and fallen for the exact same trick. No matter how much she liked Yohan, this kind of thing required permission first. If he just asked ahead of time she would say yes — that was precisely the problem.
"Yo— mmph!"
Her mouth was sealed again. She smacked at the offending hand over and over, yet Yohan never stopped. He pressed into her thigh as if testing how soft it was, then climbed higher. It should have been a creepy, unpleasant act — yet somehow a ticklish heat stirred low in her belly.
This isn't right...
The walls around her heart were crumbling...
Search Complete!
The sudden message wedged itself between them. Sophia used the instant of Yohan's surprise to wriggle free.
"Haa... haaah..."
She did not need a mirror to guess what she looked like. A complete mess, no doubt. The gaze that had been blankly reading the message swung toward her.
"You queued a match? When, exactly?"
"J-just a little while ago..."
"You started a match search in the middle of giving me my reward? I'm disappointed."
The short waiting period before transfer to the Colosseum stretched out endlessly. Guilty Sophia could not meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry..."
"At least you know you did something wrong. Well — we finish the battle fast and pick up where we left off."
"H-huh?!"
It was not over?
"It got cut off mid-way because of your mistake, so of course we have to continue. And since you need extra punishment, a kiss alone won't cut it."
Being scolded like a child who had done something wrong somehow did not feel bad at all. If anything, her heart was pounding harder than ever.