Chapter 106
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 106
Chapter Title: The Subjugated Goddess
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That long yet short time of frenzy finally came to an end.
The goddess of chastity, who had begun with a deep and violent kiss only to have her body and mind toyed with by me, fainted while emitting a lewd, fragrant scent from the waves of successive pleasure.
I carefully lifted her now-tuned body and laid it down on the ground lined with my cloak, taking in the sight.
"Huuuh... Huuuuh..."
Artemis, who had barely escaped the torture-like pleasure that had continued until just moments ago and fainted as a result.
Yet her body still twitched with the lingering aftershocks of that climax, and her sharp beauty, glistening with sweat, was already flushed red and melted away.
Her soaked hunting garb and the white feminine form faintly visible beneath it had been toyed with endlessly by my hands, turning a pleasing shade of red that made for a fine spectacle. But the true masterpiece was the secret sanctum of her lower abdomen, soaked in a rich fragrance, and the curse's brand sparkling black above it.
"What was it called again? Yin Gate, I think?"
Artemis the goddess had her chastity preserved, but the woman named Artemis had already submitted to my hands—this mark was both proof of that and a testament to my conquest. It was the emblem of defiling a pure goddess whom any man would yearn for, and evidence that my endurance had reached the realm of the divine.
Yes, I had overcome it.
The desire to ravage this alluring, lewd, yet still chaste and fiercely resistant goddess named Artemis.
"Eating her would be simple enough. But where's the fun in that?"
Above all, like fine liquor that must mature deeply to gain its flavor.
This pure goddess, too, needed to ripen on her own and fall into my hands for it to mean anything.
It was tempting, but holding back for future enjoyment seemed like it would taste even sweeter.
"Besides, dealing with two gods still burning with grudge against me right now would be a bit much."
I didn't for a moment think that the demonic arts I'd cultivated or the martial prowess I'd built up were lacking.
However, unlike the Central Plains martial world of humanity's era, this Greek mythological realm was rife with countless variables like gods, spirits, and demonic beasts.
Those who breathed the same air as me and traversed heaven and earth were humans at best—or gods and spirits of equal standing who viewed even their peers with disdain, the epitome of armored humanity.
If this were back in my orphanage days in Passos, scraping by as a mere fisherman or hunter, maybe.
But strutting around on past life's knowledge and slightly superior martial arts could get me devoured in an instant.
Thus, upon entering the Forest of Heroes, my top priorities were restoring my martial prowess and securing my position in this era.
Gods had begun entangling with me, directly or indirectly—not minor deities, but more than three of the Twelve Olympians from myth.
And as I built bonds with the other protagonists of myth, the heroes, my self-set tasks progressed smoothly.
I'd clashed once with Olympus's goddess Artemis back in Passos.
Afterward, I'd crossed spears with the great sage Chiron, survivor of the Titanomachy.
I'd even fought Heracles, the top-tier hero in myth when it came to combat power.
Ares, god of war matching my patron Asura's domain, had tested my arts.
And I'd encountered Hera's hidden depths—the goddess barely active in the myths I knew beyond cursing heroes—as well as the overlooked Nemesis and Eris.
The culmination of those efforts had slammed head-on into the opponent: in Greek myth, the goddess boasting the ultimate male-hating personality.
Artemis.
Goddess of the crescent moon, guardian of chastity, eternal virgin huntress.
By lineage, daughter of Titan-born mother and Zeus, king of the Olympian gods— one of the Twelve Olympians, with her twin brother the sun god Apollo.
In a word, born with a golden spoon, no—a divine spoon beyond gold.
Well, even before birth, her mother fled Hera while pregnant with twins, wandered, was chased by the giant serpent Python, and so on—a rocky start, by all accounts.
Yet her father elevated those illegitimate twins to chief divinity despite not being from his lawful wife. Her divine domains were prime cuts too.
Guide for night travelers receiving offerings, mistress of moonlit forests and game, ruler of the wild, tyrant over maidens' lives and deaths as the chief god's recognized goddess of chastity.
Truly a spoiled divine brat, infuriating beyond measure.
"Tch, easy for her when no one dies anyway—unlike the Twelve Crows trying to grind us to death, or me clawing through politics and intrigue post-rebirth just to reach a quasi-divine seat."
And they call her a god just to worship—no actual work required.
The nightmare of paperwork resurfaced, still sending chills down my spine.
Better to bleed out on the battlefield.
If I'd been born to that life—hardships early, then millennia hunting with beauties, offerings rolling in, playing god— I'd want that too.
Anyway, this goddess with such backing charging at me with one-sided grudge and murderous intent was a massive headache.
Even her father's wife and queen of gods, Hera, had laid hands on me and Atalanta, threatening no mercy.
Getting Zeus's full permission to kill me showed just how vicious and obsessive her temperament was.
"Stubborn as hell, really."
If I'd lost, myth's big data suggested Artemis wouldn't kill me cleanly—100% chance.
Even if I won the fight, nine times out of ten she'd run crying to daddy and brother to tattle as she pleased.
Win or lose, a no-win scenario.
Of course, my only premise was victory.
From our light clash in Passos and tasting her silver divine power firsthand.
Even without demonic qi, reaching the pinnacle mortal realm guaranteed victory—and it had.
Had Artemis properly wielded that power, at least at the Flower Realm warrior level, pinnacle mortal wouldn't assure win.
But a century of war-forged insight atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood couldn't crumble to mere vast divine power and longevity.
"Sure, there were startling moments, but nothing major."
Divine authority and miracles via divine power.
Artemis's displays were indeed otherworldly, but in combat, what mattered was power, speed, and timing.
How fast, how strong, how aptly one blocked and struck.
I overwhelmed her completely in those three, even digesting her techniques into my own, securing perfect victory.
But what I needed was the aftermath strategy.
Even with Ares and Hera defending me, Zeus—who'd elevated his bastard to chief god—and her brother wouldn't let me off.
And with Greece's curse-of-association passive, Nerina or Atalanta would suffer for sure, heroes aside.
Thus, what I needed was a way to keep Artemis's brother and father from interfering post-defeat.
And paradoxically, the key to the best solution—which I hadn't been sure of until fighting— was provided by the goddess of chastity writhing in pleasure beside me.
"Hmm... Let's see. Like this?"
As I lightly circulated my demonic qi, a curse similar to Artemis's Yin Gate formed at my fingertips.
And if I flicked it lightly...?
-Thwack!
"Hyaaang?!"
Artemis's body beside me arched like a bow, unleashing a rough moan.
Judging by the fluids trickling down her moonlit legs flushed with excitement and sweat, the Yin Gate I'd imprinted had taken root properly.
I couldn't help but smile at that mint-like, rich, tangy bodily scent.
"Haa! Haaah?!"
"How ironic, isn't it, Artemis?"
"The curse you unleashed to toy with me and kill me miserably has instead become the seed of your own fall."
The black serpent form I'd briefly taken, the venomous fangs sinking into the goddess's neck.
Above all, the Yin Gate engraved on her lower abdomen and the resonating divine power of my demonic qi—all adaptations of the authorities and curses she'd shown me.
In the end, the goddess of chastity had unwittingly handed me everything to topple her, thanks to her vicious temperament and arrogance.
"How delightful is that? Don't you think?"
Those petal-like lips violated by me could never confess to anyone how many times she'd submitted to pleasure, so long as she existed as the goddess of chastity.
No matter how far she fled from me, those beautiful legs soaked in thick nectar would ultimately rush back to offer her body aflame with delusion and desire.
And when that bodily affliction consumed her soul too, fully blooming the Yin Gate in the goddess's sanctum.
The beautiful myth of Artemis would fall into my hands.
This was the key to my eternal victory in this war.
What I wanted from this arrogant loser wasn't mere one-night pleasure.
What I truly desired from her was utter submission and obedience.
To others, still the sharp huntress goddess, eternal guardian of chastity.
But before me, she'd cast aside all that, prostrating at my feet, begging like a bitch in heat for pleasure and affection.
Discarding pride, dignity, divine domain—obeying my every command, ignoring Zeus and Apollo in her head, thinking only of me in eternal, flawless slavery.
A slave goddess Artemis, fallen by her own hand, her pristine body filled solely with longing for me.
That was the true trophy I sought today.
"Time to wake her up."
The Yin Gate engraved in the goddess's womb wasn't a mere brand.
Equivalent to a warrior's dantian, it was a curse dominating the vessel holding a woman's strongest life force.
And on a divine body where flesh and spirit were one, pristine and whole.
In other words, the goddess's sacred form had become mere plaything to me—a toy to writhe in pleasure and torment at my slightest whim.
[Wake up.]
"Hyak?!"
At my command, the goddess's body faithfully obeyed and awoke, her confused eyes meeting mine.