Chapter 107
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 107
Chapter Title: The Crumbling Artemis
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Her body had always been pristine and beautiful.
A pure white new moon in the dead of night, allowing not a single impurity.
No one but her nymph attendants had ever laid eyes on her flawless nudity.
Even her brother Apollo and father Zeus cherished her so much they hesitated to touch, contenting themselves with stroking her shoulder or hair.
As the goddess of the hunt, her swift legs honed for the chase, her unerring archery, her silver crescent moon chariot gleaming bright—all were matched by her pure, beautiful chastity, her greatest pride.
The gods praised her untainted purity that suffered no base desires or greed; women yearned for it; ugly men eyed it without shame, dreaming futilely.
Yet no god, no hero dared lay a hand on her body.
Purity, chastity, immaculate white.
With pure wildness in her heart, a chaste body leading her hunters, dashing beneath the snow-white new moon.
That was Artemis.
"Hyah?! Hiiik!?"
But who was this?
The owner of those wanton moans evoking cheap street whores.
This frail woman reduced to a limp puddle from a mere kiss.
Who was this goddess melting like a roadside harlot under a kiss?
'Th...this is... me?'
She who had overcome the venomous fog of the mighty serpent Pytho, now thrown into such disarray by a novice hero's crude ambush and curse?
'N-no way...'
"Eup..!"
She strained to shake her head in denial, glaring wide-eyed, but her resolve crumbled swiftly.
A violent kiss brimming with the intent to thoroughly violate and ravage her.
Instinctive revulsion surged as the man covered her mouth unawares, yet the blasphemer ignored it, devouring her lips heedlessly.
'I... I'll make you pay for this...!'
Artemis burned with vengeful fury and humiliation.
But in just three seconds, she realized she was wrong.
-Chururup!
"Uh-eup..!"
Artemis had only heard vague rumors of man-woman acts, never delving deep or caring to; she was obsessively chaste.
Yet even to her, this man's—this loathsome blasphemer whose name she despised uttering—kiss felt off.
-Chuu-eup!
She had vowed to bite off that filthy tongue if thrust in.
But contrary to her fears, he didn't pry in.
Instead, he sucked out her breath and saliva, stealing her air.
'Br...breath...!'
"Woo-eup...!"
Her breath robbed in an instant, Artemis shuddered into light asphyxiation; as reflex nausea rose, the blasphemer chuckled darkly and blew air back in.
"Kuhk! So... so foul...!"
Relief washed over her reclaimed breath, but her mouth and nose filled with the blasphemer's thick, sticky scent.
As Artemis rallied to wrench her lips free, his strong hand gripped her face, locking eyes as he growled low.
"Stay still."
Only then did Artemis truly face the blasphemer—Dianes—for the first time.
A refined face and snow-white skin that made even her wonder whose son he was.
Jet-black hair indistinguishable from the night sky.
And eyes black as the abyss, creeping insidiously.
Those eyes gleamed deep and dark, as if devouring all creation; Artemis felt a terror of being sucked in.
And the savage kiss resumed.
Her momentum stolen in a flash, Artemis merely repeated cycles of choking and revival.
Sudden caresses down her back jolted her like electricity; sweat soaked her, flushed lips and pale nose clung with the man's lingering trace.
Yet why?
As it dragged on, revulsion faded; a fluffy ecstasy like lying on clouds began enveloping her.
"Haa... haaaaa..."
It was a shame.
She wanted more of that razor-edge pleasure.
To keep floating like adrift on clouds.
The thought flashed; Artemis startled in horror.
'Wh...what am I thinking...?'
What madness was this?
Lost in confusion at her own unbelievable thoughts, the blasphemer's assault pressed on.
-Puk!
His strong hand pierced her chest like a sharp blade, kneading her breasts like dough.
"Kuhuhuung!?"
Each grope sent her body twitching traitorously, moaning; the regret she hurried to shake off settled slyly on her shoulders.
It's the poison.
Yes, Hera's inexplicable curse—no, this black serpent's cowardly venom.
Otherwise, how could the goddess of chastity, protector of hunters, unravel from mere breast fondling...
-Kwaak!
"Haaaaang!!!"
A large, hot hand mercilessly twisted her nipple; her escapist delusions and self-justifications shattered under the brutal pleasure slamming her mind.
-Kkook! Kwaak! Kuuk!
"Haut! Haang! Hauuuu...!!"
Twisting up and down, yanking as if to rip, scraping with nails.
Like toying with a plaything, each assault made her body dance against her will.
But strangest was the secret valley between her legs.
Her mound twitched and itched freely with each nipple tweak.
Each surge of bizarre heat up her spine forced shrieking spasms.
"Hauuuu...."
Like nymphs and goddesses swayed by filthy men's hands, she danced the lowly bitch's jig.
Too dazed for self-loathing, her chaste body—untouched for millennia—succumbed to novel carnal bliss and fainted.
Incredible as it was, what terrified her most was her body reacting beyond will, and herself slowly yielding.
'If I can escape this... better to pass out...'
Relief as consciousness faded.
Then the blasphemer's amused voice roused her.
"Hey, goddess, wake up. Look at your handiwork."
"Ah....?"
And the shameful sight before her.
His soaked lower half, wet from her own mound—Artemis felt hammered by a mallet.
"Aaaaaah...!!"
But no time for despair.
Merely toyed breasts had done this; the cruel blasphemer had no intent to stop.
What if... if something more...?
'No!'
No, no more.
Warning flared at the unconscious expectation clinging to the thought.
Anything more from this man Dianes felt disastrously wrong.
Instinctive fear and crisis surged; she warned with final pride and rage.
Yet in her heart's corner, what terrified most was anticipating what lay beyond.
But as her instincts foretold, peril and anticipation entwined.
His hands didn't stop.
"Where to."
"Krut....!"
Bound and curled tight, strong hands yanked her upright to face him.
His other hand slowly invaded her untouched sanctum, where none had reached.
'N...no....!'
"Kyaut!"
-Jureuk!
A mere brush, and her mound drooled greedily, body quaking.
Before resolve, the moment struck.
-Jik!
'Ah....?'
A thick finger pierced her sanctum; her scorching body welcomed it.
A colossal flash engulfed Artemis.
Piercing her entirely, it ravaged mind and flesh, imprinting dizzying ecstasy and addictive violence.
Was this the climax Aphrodite spoke of?
New realization pierced her muddled haze of ecstasy, self-loathing, despair, pleasure.
"Haut, hauuuu..."
Nerves seared like hot iron, climax violently churning spine to brain.
Under ten seconds, yet eternal to her.
Lukewarm fluids trickling thighs, her whorish moans.
Crisis of forsaking her divine duty, shame of violation, terror etched by abyss-black eyes—all forgotten.
She yearned to bury it all in this cozy, savage bliss.
Even guilt toward her shocked huntresses, worried brother, disappointed father.
Forgotten entirely.
She was no longer chaste.
Body flushed red with man's handprints, mind yielded millennia's first pleasure, dancing lewdly to his touch.
Her pride, duty, very existence denied by her own flesh.
Unable to rebel or proudly demand death, she couldn't face her helpless sway soberly.
Yet as Dianes had whispered many times, premature thoughts.
-Jik!
"Kuhauuuuaak!!"
Hellish pleasure dwarfing the last.
The signal flare to abyss.
Deep-clinging bliss and fiercer bursts repeating endlessly, degrading goddess to beast.
-Jjikek-jjik-jjik-jjik-jjik-jjik-jjik!!
"Hiyaak!! Kuung! Kihak! Hauyak!?"
Something changed.
Blinding flashes, venomous pleasure invading brain.
From deep within, something snapped—and change began.
Loathsome hands turned sweet.
Leering eyes alluring.
Lowly pleasures she rejected as chaste goddess now thirsted.
Above all, her gaze drifted to that massive shaft shimmering under moonlit haze.
Sudden memory: long ago, Hephaestus exposing Aphrodite and Ares's affair.
All gods gawked amused; yet Aphrodite embraced Ares, taking his spear into her valley, moaning ecstatic amid humiliation and fear.
She'd lamented then: what of her goddess pride?
Now, Artemis wondered.
Merely hands brought such bliss—what if ravished like Aphrodite?
"Huiik!!"
Memory overlaid naturally.
Under mighty naked man: humiliation, shame, ecstasy, pleasure-stained goddess—not Aphrodite, but Artemis.
Above, crushing her with conquest and delight—not Ares, but Dianes.
Craving the savage kiss that dazed her mind, Artemis wrapped his neck.
He smiled helplessly, face nearing.
His soft hair veiled between; lips met as something thicker, longer than fingers pierced her sanctum....
"Hauut!!!"
Imagination peaked—thankfully, the savage pleasure ended.
Vision cleared instantly.
Her new moon still shone; under it, Dianes gazed alluringly cruel.
She begged.
Terror of losing self, mind warping—driving her mad.
Offering gold, fame, all she could give—even Styx's oath—she pled as frail captive to conqueror Dianes.
But the lips that sweetly tormented whispered curse at her ear.
The curse she'd etched on his heart rebounding, murmuring to her.
She sensed all was over.
"You have a mouth but cannot speak; legs but cannot flee; a soul but shall end as beast."
"When the moon waxes and the new moon rests its body, today's memory shall find you."
"Your body shall writhe, your mind thirst, yet nothing else shall sate your desire."
"By my name I swear: never again without your consent shall I lay hand on you."
"So resist, flee, avert your gaze. 'Tis my final courtesy to old memories."
"Yet the new moon falls, the goddess tumbles to demonhood in torment."
"Then you shall seek me, offer yourself."
"So enough now."
⟨ Curse of the Abyss ⟩
With that whisper, all began crumbling.
Unknown energy flooding her sanctum, womb; curse invading body and mind.
Burrowing deepest, most precious core, binding all she was.
But more terrifying: she felt no pain, no fear.
Opposite the prior blaze—dizzying abyss-plunge pleasure overwhelmed.
Petty resistance crumbled; her body welcomed gladly.
"Krut! Kuuhung!! Kuhaauut!!"
Excess pleasure threatened to shatter her.
Brain battered by vertigo, sanity fraying.
Land? Sky?
Who she was, what god—forgotten.
As nameless goddess plummeted endlessly, a soothing voice comforted.
"Shh... calm down, relax your body, just accept it."
A kind voice guiding her blind helplessness.
A sturdy, warm body catching her fall.
Forgotten goddess clung to the voice like lost child, surrendering all to embracing form.
"Haut! Hauuuu...."
Vertigo halted; enveloping darkness cradled softly.
"Hauuuu..."
Pleasure-pain gone, twitching in afterglow, a sticky-sweet voice clung to her mind.
"Hahk!!"
"Oh, works well."
Eyes opened to Dianes's playful smile first.
No longer hateful—rather roguish.