Chapter 160
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 160
Chapter Title: A Gift for My Lover
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Ereanea's outfit, which she had forcibly made her wear, was hardly something that could even be called clothing.
She had heard it was the kind of garb worn by dancers from some exotic land like Libya or Egypt.
Even so, with an area barely larger than a handkerchief, barely covering just the tips of her breasts and her privates—could that really be called clothing?
Atalanta's warriors had even bundled her up tight and personally delivered her all the way to the front of the men's dormitory.
Because they kept peeking until she properly went inside, Atalanta had no choice but to barge into Dianes's room, inwardly weeping bitter tears.
However, if she were being honest with herself, she wasn't really all that different.
The taste of him that had filled her mouth, the scent of him that had tickled her nose.
The strong arms that had wrapped firmly around her waist, the gentle touch that had tenderly caressed her wounds.
Those black eyes that supported her with pride and affection whether during training or when their tongues intertwined—they had become the driving force that let her breathe.
If he approved, if he led her, Atalanta could do anything.
He had awakened her ambition, and his touch had taught her love.
Dianes was everything to her.
Even the man who had become her everything didn't want her to become some frail woman obedient to him.
He wanted her to act as she desired, to fulfill her wishes freely.
He wasn't breaking her will—he was the one pushing her forward, holding her hand, leading the way so her desires could come true.
And in the heat of his recognition, she cast aside her shame and embarrassment along with her cloak, leaving only a burning passion and longing.
She wanted to repay him.
She wanted to convey it.
The faith and acknowledgment Dianes had shown her.
The longing and love Atalanta harbored for Dianes.
She had already steeled herself regarding his other lovers.
She knew exactly what it meant that he had returned after living deep in the sea with the nymphs.
With nothing but those thoughts in mind, Atalanta threw her entire body against Dianes.
Begging him to accept all of her, offering herself completely to him.
"Chup! Chuuup!"
A greedy kiss that offered everything and claimed everything in return.
Desire began to well up slowly in Atalanta's eyes as she gazed down at him, the moonlight at her back.
How much time had passed like that?
Atalanta slowly parted her lips and carefully pulled back.
"Haa, haa... Look at me."
A long strand of silver thread stretched between their parted lips, glistening in the moonlight.
Following that silver thread, his black eyes fixed on the sight before him: Atalanta in her utterly lascivious outfit, arms spread wide as she gazed at him.
A skimpy ensemble of delicate golden chains, rare jewels, and the thinnest gauze barely concealing her privates and nipples.
The sheer veil draped lightly over her upper body was translucent in the moonlight, her sweet feminine form gleaming lewdly.
Even if Aphrodite herself descended wearing her golden girdle, could anything draw a man's touch more irresistibly?
Those black eyes that affirmed all her desires watched as the warrior he had raised transformed into a woman.
Her red eyes, once flashing with passion and fervor, now burned with thick, deep greed; her vibrant body now melting sweetly.
His black eyes missed none of it.
What first captured his gaze was, of course, that red hair.
As she undid her hair tie, locks like deep wine cascaded softly down.
A deep wine-red hue that seemed ready to soak through her scant inch of fabric and drench it wet.
A color even more striking and vivid than those of the five women she led.
Yet for some reason, as the black-haired man took in that red, he could only marvel at how perfectly it suited her—no other thoughts arose.
That bright red, which had shone so fittingly under the morning sun like blood ready for the taking, was a blaze of vitality and passion.
But now, shimmering faintly under the moonlight she had betrayed and turned her back on, it looked sticky and sweet. The black-haired man felt a drunken haze creeping back into his mind, one he had long since chased away.
Free of that red intoxication, the body hidden beneath evoked memories of a sweet dessert from his distant childhood.
Wrapped in the thinnest silver foil, tempting him to unwrap it and devour the sweetness inside.
Her brown skin, packaged so thinly in cloth and gold, seemed to seduce him to tear it away and claim her—it set his body aflame with the impatient urges of youth.
'Where the hell did she even get an outfit like this?'
Golden chains so thin they seemed ready to snap with the slightest tug.
At their ends, jewels and gossamer mesh barely covered the audacious exposure of her mythical beauty, shielding only her privates.
The man was inwardly stunned by this fantastical, maddeningly decadent temptation.
Of course, he didn't forget the gratitude swelling even beyond that shock, directed at whoever was responsible.
This mythical world, swept in by white waves and plunged into red wine, was far too intense and fierce compared to his memories stained with blood and iron.
"What do you think...?"
Whether from the rising intoxication or something else entirely.
His lips, once reciting enlightenments coveted by countless warriors, went stiff; his mind, which had probed even the hierarchies of gods, grew hot and hazy.
"Stunning."
A smile melting sweetly with shyness, shame, affection, and lust—the one that had drawn the gazes of so many men.
Her brown flesh, lewd beyond measure, thinly wrapped in a handspan of cloth and gold, beckoning his touch.
Even the juices dripping insistently, soaking through the packaging as they awaited his hands.
And above all.
The body that, not long ago, had so longed for the silver moonlight at its back.
The fact that the only light shining in those red eyes was none other than himself—it stirred nothing in him but pure admiration.
"Hee hee..."
Their reunion after over a month.
And these words of praise, uttered to a woman he faced in his bedroom after rolling around with another lover for that month—they weren't particularly romantic or sweet.
But Atalanta, who had always learned quickly, could clearly see beneath those two simple words how much praise and desire boiled within him.
Just as her red eyes yearned for the man, his black eyes ached to devour the woman before him.
With that, Atalanta shed even her last trace of shyness.
"Master, you said you'd give me a reward...?"
"That's right, I did. What do you want?"
They both already knew the answer to that question.
-Whoosh!
Her hesitant steps swept away their doubt as she threw herself into his arms, enveloped by his firm embrace.
As always, a faint smile accompanied his tongue tangling with hers, their lips sealing without a gap, devouring each other's breath.
Whenever they intertwined like this after grueling training, her overheated body unable to hold back, the love-starved girl always wished it could last forever.
She couldn't imagine greater happiness or pleasure than this.
The lewd water sounds pounding through her mind.
The hot sensation gently toppling her tongue.
The gazes exchanging hearts through their slender slits.
The arms like snares wrapping waists, backs, waists.
Nothing could fill her chest more completely.
Yet unlike her, the eyes of her lover gazing at her today sought an even greater fullness.
Or was it really different from hers?
Perhaps she felt the same.
'...Damn it!'
-Plop!
The master who always stood so steadfast and proud before her now lay back easily at her playful gesture.
Coming to her senses, she found herself straddling his thigh, looking down at her lover.
And he, sprawled unexpectedly, gazed up at his bewitchingly smiling lover with eyes full of wonder.
At that sight, an unfamiliar emotion bloomed in Atalanta's chest.
A damp lust, a boiling carnal desire—and alongside it, a new feeling bubbling from deep within: sticky, sweet, and utterly intoxicating. It was probably conquest.
Seeing her once-so-mighty and grand lover laid beneath her, silently admiring her—it thrilled her more than anything.
And in the moment her dizzy sigh made her sway.
"Eut!?"
A hot sensation grazing her soaked privates made Atalanta tremble in surprise.
"Ah...?"
For a moment, she wondered if Dianes distrusted her and had hidden a weapon.
But looking down at the thrilling shiver running up her spine, she saw it: pressed right against her drenched slit, a massive thing.
"Wha... what?"
It was too big. Way too big.
As erect as the monstrous tools dangling from the centaurs who knew no shame.
But unlike those, its bewitching form captivated her, leaving Atalanta to stare wordlessly.
"H-Hey, Atalanta? Wait a sec... Ugh!"
Just as he had likened her body to a dessert wrapped in packaging.
To her eyes, it gleamed like a treasure that set her heart racing.
No matter how much she had claimed to be a daughter of Artemis in the past, having grown up where she did, she knew well what it meant for a man's endowment to swell like this.
He was aroused.
The great pillar that supported her.
The master who guided her.
The lover who enchanted her.
Aroused by her body, her scent, her gaze—standing tall beneath her.
Realizing that, her body reacted first.
"Ugh!?"
Her lower abdomen ignited like a sudden blaze.
Her privates, already drooling droplets since catching his gaze, now oozed with slick nectar.
Staggering from the sudden heat, Atalanta succumbed to the dizziness and collapsed softly into Dianes's arms.
"Haa... haa..."
Her heart pounded like after a full sprint, her blood roaring; dizzy sighs escaped as her overheated mind spun, unable to focus.
Her strength drained away, limp hands clinging only to her lover's neck.
If she didn't, she felt she'd be swept away by the boiling blood.
"Pfft!"
"Di... Dianes..."
"It's okay. You're fine."
His strong arms tightly embraced her, dizzy with lust and confusion.
"From now on, leave it to me."