Chapter 104
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 104
Chapter Title: Falling Moon
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The beast tore into the prey's throat, savoring the thick scent of blood and flesh filling its mouth. The kiss I forced upon the goddess dragged on until I was fully satisfied.
"Haa... haaa..."
I had no idea how many times I stole her breath and gave it back.
Even after I finally pulled my lips away, Artemis—oscillating between light asphyxiation and ecstasy—couldn't regain her senses.
Her face flushed a delicate pink, her eyes melted and glistening with moisture, her lips parted slightly in lingering regret even as she gasped for air.
Every inch of her screamed temptation, igniting a man's lust and primal instincts to their peak.
Just think about it.
The ferocious tyrant who had once looked down on me with utter confidence.
The savage queen who treated men like insects and committed all sorts of atrocities.
The goddess who had sworn lifelong chastity to the divine and guarded her pure body and soul for thousands of years—now trembling and crumbling at my slightest gesture, melting under my breath.
As I told Goddess Hera, any man would gladly accept even the fall into ruin afterward for such a moment.
Even if the supreme god himself hurled thunderbolts at me right now.
If it meant I could fully indulge in the goddess melting slowly in my arms, I would happily let myself be roasted alive as a Heavenly Demon skewer.
"Honestly, how the hell am I supposed to hold back?"
If there's one thing I'm truly grateful for in this Greece, it's their light clothing.
Chitons, peplos, Doric chitons, and so on. Varied in style and form, but all basically just a few light layers draped over the body. Even a casual stroll down the street at midday is a feast for the eyes.
And today, my appreciation for Greek culture reached its absolute zenith.
Who was it that said true eroticism lies not in nudity, but in the tantalizing veil that drapes it?
I had finally grasped what that true eroticism really meant.
Artemis was already dressed in her light hunting garb.
The white attire, woven as if from moonlight itself, was thoroughly soaked from the goddess's fragrant sweat.
The pale skin shining through beneath and the alluring curves of her feminine form beneath made it impossible not to reach out and pluck the fruit.
-Squish!
I extended my hand without hesitation, grasping the pristine white fruit firmly in my palm.
It was the perfect size to fill my rather large hand.
Kneading it sent waves of soft, yielding plushness, and when relaxed, a springy bounce that bordered on divine ecstasy.
The sharp little bud poking softly against my palm revealed she wore nothing underneath to cover her breasts.
"Whoa, is this real life?"
They were a generous D-cup, impressively full.
But the fact that she skipped any undergarments—not even a simple cloth cover—and they still maintained their ripe, peach-like perfection without sagging or drooping? It filled me with awe.
I can't stress this enough.
Gods are straight-up cheats.
Greece forever, Olympus forever, my past life forever.
-Knead, knead...
"Nngh... grrr... st-stop...!"
Like a cat idly batting at a ball of yarn, I kneaded the chaste goddess's breasts in a daze.
Each time, Artemis writhed in protest, even through her hazy mind.
But her unbroken resistance as a pure, fastidious goddess only fueled my instincts further, naturally guiding my hand elsewhere.
"Hnnngh..."
She sighed in relief as my broadly stroking hand pulled away bit by bit.
But that relief came far too soon.
"Carelessness is still off-limits."
"Wh-what...?"
My thumb, retreating just a step, now pressed against the peak of her breast.
Beyond the sweat-dampened fabric, it glistened—a lovely pink nipple on her fruit-like mound.
"W-wait..."
As if snapping to attention at my touch, the flustered Artemis looked up in desperate plea.
But her voice, thick with moisture, only made my grip tighten instinctively.
-Squeeze!
"Kyahaaah!?"
The soft, chewy, seductive bud sank into the plush mound beneath.
Her body, already swayed by waves of desire, convulsed like it had been shocked, ripples spreading outward.
Her exquisite face snapped up to meet my gaze.
"Oh...?"
"Stop! Please, no more!"
Her body entirely out of control, toyed with at my whim.
For the first time, she felt carnal desire—and the terror of succumbing to it.
Tears welled in her eyes as she begged me.
But her pleas only fanned the flames of my burning lust.
No, it wouldn't stop. I didn't want it to.
"Why should I?"
"You bastard... hnyah!"
My thumb eased off the bud, letting the plump pink nipple snap back.
I savored the sight for a moment, then wet my fingers and began tuning her breasts like a master musician.
The soft upper swells that swallowed my hand, the plush lower curves pressing back with delicious weight.
The sweat-slicked front, flushed red around the fragrant pink peak, carrying her unique divine scent.
Every texture was godly fruit worthy of the name—I felt like I was in heaven.
"Haaah... p-please, stop... n-now... I-I'll keep it from Father and my brothers... a secret..."
Her voice weak and breathless, yet still issuing threats.
She could endure more, it seemed.
Even with millennia of chastity shattered, her most sensitive spots tormented—proof the Twelve Olympians' reputation wasn't empty hype.
"That's what makes toying with you so fun."
"Hauuu..."
My hand, stroking and tickling her soft breasts, finally withdrew.
She slumped in relief.
But again, too soon.
The hand I extended next targeted the peak that had reacted so dramatically before.
The perfect nipple slipped neatly between my thumb and forefinger through the fabric, caught just right under the soft cloth.
"Wha... whaa?!"
"Heh."
Her eyes wide in disbelief, staring up at me.
I grinned playfully and nodded.
At that instant, I pinched and twisted the chewy bud hard.
"Kyaaaaang!!!"
If her reaction to the light press earlier was like a mild shock, this was a direct lightning strike.
"Hah! Haaang! Hnyaaaah...!"
Her beautiful waist arched like a bow, her body dancing seductively under the moonlight.
Her flushed breasts swayed alluringly, tempting me.
Her neck and chin, flung toward me, glistened with droplets like morning dew on a narcissus.
Her eyes rolled back, whites showing as if she'd lost her mind to the intense stimulation.
Her lips, once whispering curses, now poured forth beastly cries and drool.
It was pure male instinct to be captivated by that disheveled face.
But what impressed me most was the warm wetness soaking into my thigh.
-Drip!
Love juices spilling with such thick, intoxicating fragrance—no way this was the Chastity Goddess.
Her mound, grinding against my leg through thin fabric as if craving more pleasure reflexively.
I couldn't hold back my admiration.
"Ooooh..."
Lewd, lustful, beautiful, and sacred ecstasy.
The Chastity Goddess—pure white, ignorant of men and sex—engraving her first orgasm into her body.
A historic, profane moment.
My manhood had long soared sky-high at the sight, and my fingers relentlessly twisted and pinched her sensitive spot.
"Kgh! Hah! Hnngh!?"
-Drip! Driiip! Driiiiip!
Each torment of her nipple sent her writhing to another climax.
Her mound, unbelievable for such a pure body, drooled endlessly, soaking my leg and trickling down.
"This is a masterpiece."
The chaste goddess's lewd climax, peaking a man's conquest and lust.
A work of art no one but me could appreciate? No—this was too perfect to hoard.
Just minutes ago, she toyed with me, vowing cruel death.
Time to show her how my touch had transformed her body.
"Goddess, snap out of it. Look at your own creation."
I gently stroked her pristine white neck, infusing divine power laced with healing.
Artemis shuddered, slowly lifting her head.
"Haa... haa... wh-what is..."
Even with her mind clearing, the torrent of pleasure—striking her body after millennia—still burned hot.
Her body, writhing and drenched in sweat from my touches, utterly debauched.
Her nipples twitching at the slightest brush of fabric, her pale breasts flushed red from my kneading.
And her lower lips, soaking my lower body and still dripping honey.
Even a breeze made her quiver—how would she react now? Dark anticipation swelled in my chest.
"Ah...? Aaaah..?!"
As expected, her eyes shook violently at her own lewd form—utterly unworthy of the Chastity Goddess.
Her body trembled in denial, eyes squeezing shut to escape reality.
But her hyper-sensitive flesh twitching at my mere breath proved her purity intact, yet her innocence forever shattered.
"Aaaaaah...!"
Artemis despaired, head drooping.
But I had no intention of letting her retreat inward.
My next move was already primed.
"Not yet, not yet. You can't just wrap this up alone."
Masters who reach a certain level maintain protective aura around them at all times through their built-up energy, deflecting attacks below that threshold.
But if their mind falters or they fall into qi deviation, unable to circulate energy smoothly, that aura weakens.
Artemis was no different.
In the heat of battle, her silver divine power enveloped her constantly, nullifying my spear thrusts and the demonic energy coating them.
But when she fully seized me and let her guard down, exploiting that gap with venomous fangs or heart poison through her bites bypassed her resistance entirely.
She couldn't even attempt to block it, falling prey to my hands.
And as her mind cleared amid it all, fully conscious of the lingering ecstasy, shame, and despair—it exposed a fatal flaw in the divine body of Artemis.
A vulnerability she should never have revealed.