The Goddess’s Secret Scent
...That!
Is it because of this fresh, youthful body?
The answer is probably no.
Neri—no, Nesneria—was perhaps the only existence that could make me lose my self-control.
Even more than that Artemis.
Even when that moon goddess, who was so haughty, arrogant, cruel, and ferocious, would fawn over me, spraying her nectar and gasping in my presence! Even when I had that seductive, depraved, fallen goddess before me—the one whom even her father Zeus would surely pin down, ravish, and ravish again—I had maintained my composure.
My patience, which had settled for mere oral satisfaction in preparation for the future, was something I could proudly claim was on the level of a god.
However, that god-like patience and self-restraint crumbled instantly under the playful, teasing temptation of the goddess fidgeting restlessly behind me.
'Why, just why?'
To be honest, yes.
I’ve tried to rationalize it, but I’m a man who can’t dare to say I’m any better than these Greek gods.
When you spend your life covered in blood, your stimulated instincts turn a man into a beast. To relieve that, or to solidify the bonds between my subordinates, I frequented brothels like I was eating meals. And once my position within the sect was solidified, I didn't need to practice useless abstinence, as beautiful daughters of noble families were offered to me as hostages and gifts.
Because of that, I thought I had built up a strong resistance to this kind of pleasure and temptation.
She wasn't seducing me with deep kisses like Atalanta, nor was I in a situation where I had to get excited while corrupting a haughty prisoner like Artemis.
Yet, at that small, nibbling touch, which was no more than a child’s play, my body trembled as if struck by an electric current.
'I’m not a teenager going through puberty!'
On top of that, seeing her transform in an instant from an innocent girl into someone with eyes sparkling deeply as if to seduce a man, an unknown heat surged from within me, making my head throb.
'Hoo... hoo...'
I barely managed to relax my physical reactions using the Oonwipa-gong (Five Elements Relaxation Technique) and held back from losing my reason. But my fresh, youthful body, already ignited, was thrashing, demanding that I embrace the slender goddess behind me right then and there.
'It’s a good thing the clothing of Erytheia is loose.'
If it had been the thin, traditional Greek attire, I would have ended up showing off my "son" standing at attention in the middle of the marketplace. But no matter how loose it was, the light garment that covered the body with a single layer of cloth remained. My "son" down below, which I had barely managed to suppress, was twitching, ready to raise its head at any moment, and the index finger she had been holding in her mouth was twitching in small spasms from the lingering echo of that electric current and her soft touch.
Should I find a nearby inn? But that would draw too much attention, which is burdensome...
As I pondered this, the keys jingling on my belt made their presence known.
The bronze key that Antaios's wife, Tinga, had thoughtfully provided when she heard Neri and I were going on a date. It was the key to a small insula that Hephaestus had built to commemorate a major contract he’d signed with the island of Erytheia. It was an access pass to a magical villa in a quiet, secluded alleyway, where various spells were cast to automatically clean the place and keep food and water prepared.
She had said it wasn't used much anyway, and that we were welcome to "rest" there as much as we liked. As expected of a wise woman who acted as the mistress of Erytheia, her arrangements were impeccable.
'Surely even that wise woman didn't know I’d be using this key so soon.'
But it’s strange. Both Antaios and Tinga seem very keen on pushing Neri and me to get closer.
'Why?'
While all sorts of thoughts were jumbled together, caught up in the hot sensation, I navigated the alleyways following the map Tinga had given me. And then, Neri—no, the goddess Nesneria—dealt a direct hit to my reason.
"Hey, Dia. Do you want to touch my breasts?"
"....."
Now, here, my human-victory-level patience shone once again.
In my previous life, I had heard rumors that sparks fly between newlyweds the moment they make eye contact. In my past life, I had heard at drinking parties that even Confucius was a gentleman by day but a lecher by night. In this current life, in Greece, sexual intercourse itself was treated as a divine act and a form of entertainment, so the Hero’s Forest insula was never quiet at night.
Putting all that aside and speaking directly—while I was asking myself questions, trying to logically understand why I was acting this way mentally, physically, environmentally, and even ideologically—the clear voice and the cute-beyond-measure temptation that came from behind me succeeded in making my mind go blank in an instant.
For a moment, since there was no one around, I felt the urge to pull the goddess sitting demurely on the horse down and make her emit metallic sounds from that cute mouth. I stopped walking, caught in that extremely demonic temptation.
But, listening to the voice of reason, realization, and experience—that at the very least, as a Demon, I should maintain some common sense—I bit my lip and busily urged the reins.
'...I’ve arrived!'
Every step felt like a thousand pounds, and the "part" between my thighs was trying to hike up my hemline if I let my guard down for even a second. As I exited the alleyway, the small insula looked like an oasis in the desert to me. The fierce battle between reason and instinct that had made me dizzy had finally ended with reason winning by a dramatic margin.
Of course, now it was time for instinct to show its true colors.
"...We’re here."
When I inserted the key, the door opened silently, welcoming us. I let out a sigh of relief and called for Neri. But Neri had a bewildered look on her face, as if she didn't understand the current situation.
'...That!'
Just as I was Neri’s first, I, too, was being physically swayed by a woman for the first time in three lifetimes. Even Gwi-hyeon-sa had only made me anxious; she hadn't been able to make me this instinctive and impulsive.
Yet, the person who had ignited my heart had such a bewildered look on her face...
-Step, step, step!
Irritated, I strode toward Neri and looked up at her for a moment.
"Di, Dia? Where is this..."
In an instant, the deep, dark desire that had vanished from those sapphire eyes, and in contrast, the soft, plump fruits that made it impossible to take the playful temptation she had just thrown at me as a joke. The silver hair scattering brilliantly in the cool wind under the golden sunlight, and the fragrant scent of Neri that hit me as the wind carried it.
She was a goddess who was truly, breathtakingly beautiful every time I saw her. It is said that Jo Sa-woong of the old Sui Dynasty fell in love with a beautiful plum blossom spirit. But no matter how beautiful that plum blossom spirit might have been, she could not be compared to this pure and innocent-looking goddess before my eyes.
"Alright. I’ve held back a lot."
"...Huh?"
She was the one who had wiped out the Heavenly Demon’s date plan—which I had painstakingly crafted with a multi-pooling method that surpassed the Yang-ui-sin-gong—deciding what to do today and where to eat. She would have to pay the price for that today.
-Grab!
"Kyaa!? Di, Dia!?"
Unlike usual, I grabbed her as if kidnapping her and hoisted her onto my shoulder. Her hem lifted, revealing her fair, white buttocks quite explicitly.
"Huu...?"
"Di, Dia! Put me down! Quickly!"
It wasn't strange for her to be surprised since she had been hoisted onto my shoulder like a piece of luggage. But the deep embarrassment and shame in her voice were not just because she had been carried; it was strange to say she was surprised just because her buttocks were exposed.
"Hmm?"
Naturally, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Up to this point, I could understand. Because it was Greece. Greece, where you could commonly see women’s breasts and even nipples while walking down the street. But since Nesneria was a goddess, she didn't sweat even in the worst heat, and if she wanted, she could maintain a fresh and clean body state all year round.
Therefore, the fragrant and lewd scent wafting up from beneath her lifted skirt...
-Drip... drip...
And this sticky liquid falling in drops like a spring was clear evidence that she couldn't even make excuses for.
What kind of evidence, you ask?
"You lewd goddess!"
-Smack!
"Hiiyak?!"
Evidence that Nesneria was such a lewd goddess that she would get excited even when I left a handprint on those snow-white buttocks!
"Hee... heee... Di, Dia...."
I couldn't tell if the rough breathing and thin voice reaching my back were due to embarrassment or excitement. But the die was already cast, Neri was caught by me, and the door that had closed would never open until I gave my permission.
-Creak!
The door that had opened silently closed behind us with a heavy sound. I slowly set her down, and Nesneria, who was looking at me with a silently flushed face, stood there without a word for a moment.
Just for a moment.
Yes, just for the blink of an eye.
-Slurp!
A tiger pouncing on its prey. A great white shark rushing toward a chunk of meat.
Without even deciding who would go first, we pounced on each other and began to greedily indulge in one another.