I'll Make You So You Can't Live Without Me!
The goddess’s desire, once ignited, showed no signs of extinguishing. For some reason, like a virgin experiencing his first time, my own carnal appetite for her lewd, divine body remained insatiable.
“Haa, haa-ang...♥”
“Hoo...”
Before I knew it, the day had long passed, and the twilight glow was in full bloom beyond the window.
“Neri? Are you alright?”
“I, I’m... hng!”
Nesneria, lying with her head on my arm, gasped for breath. Perhaps the lingering aftershocks hadn’t faded yet, as she clung to my chest, her body trembling slightly.
“....”
“Huu, huuu....”
Neri—no, as she wished to be seen as a full-grown woman and an adult in these moments, I called her Nesneria. The goddess was, in a word, supreme.
From her snow-white eyelids fluttering in the wake of pleasure, to her tear-stained beauty that exquisitely blended innocence with wantonness, to her lips glistening with rough breaths and our mingled saliva—it was nothing less than a trap calling for a kiss.
“Hng?! W, wait...”
“It’s alright.”
Even though she was the one who had provoked me on the street earlier, her eyes widened in a flutter when I moved to press my lips to hers. But soon, realizing that I wasn’t seeking another round but merely a light touch, Nesneria comfortably surrendered her body to me.
-*Chu-eup...*
Whenever we kissed, Nesneria would always wrap her arms around my neck like this. Then, naturally, her usual cool body temperature would vanish, replaced by a feverish, sweat-drenched warmth that pressed against my bare chest, asserting its presence.
Because I had sucked and bitten them so many times, her nipples were stained as red as apples. Starting from those tips, a rapturous softness, incomparable to anything else in the world, clung tenaciously to my chest.
“Hup!”
“Uung!?”
As I embraced her warm body, which stuck to my arms with sweat and nectar, and rolled over, Nesneria lay down using my body as a bed. I, in turn, had the honor of using the sea’s greatest treasure as a hot pack to warm my own body. Ever since we were on the island of Psathos, whenever I was exhausted from training and collapsed on the beach, Neri loved to come over and curl up in my arms.
According to her, it was because she loved how my heartbeat resonated with her own.
-*Tap, tap!*
“Heu-heung~𝅘𝅥𝅮”
Perhaps that was why, even while we were just lightly touching lips and steadying our breaths, Nesneria’s tongue snaked into my mouth like a serpent, knocking against my teeth.
‘....As expected, did I do something unnecessary?’
Nesneria, and Atalanta as well. They didn’t know it yet, but the sex I had with them wasn’t just simple sex.
Bangjung-sul (Taoist sexual cultivation). In the righteous sects, it was shunned as a heretical art, and in the demonic sects, it was often misused solely to drain energy, leading to a poor reputation. But in its true form, Bangjung-sul was not a one-sided plundering of yin by the practitioner; it was the mutual stimulation of a man’s yang and a woman’s yin to stir and grow their innate essence.
‘It seems to be having an effect already...’
The reason I decided to boost my lovers’ power through Bangjung-sul during our intimacy was none other than Nesneria’s confession.
Though dismissed as mere folklore or legend, it is said that those born with a great destiny instinctively absorb the energy of the being closest to them—their mother—to endure that fate from birth. The most famous example is the Star of Slaughter, the most renowned of the thirty-six heavenly stars.
And the child Nesneria would bear was destined to bring about a cataclysm that would shake the world, making that Star of Slaughter look like child’s play. If she were to be impregnated by the seed of some random king, arranged by Zeus as in the original myths I remembered, it might be one thing. But since the one sowing the seed was none other than this devil who had terrified even the heavens, I had to eliminate any possibility that Nesneria might be harmed by my essence.
It wasn’t just Nesneria; I had also been concerned about Atalanta, who would tire relatively easily due to the limitations of her mortal body. So, before setting out, I had spent the night mingling our bodies and infusing her with my energy. Perhaps she was starting to notice.
“Chu... euuu... eup!”
After savoring that sticky, warm tongue and breathless sigh for a moment, the strength returned to Nesneria’s languid eyes, as if to say the rest was over.
-*Whoosh!*
“Hng!”
“Ugh? Neri?”
As she suddenly pushed against my chest and sat up, her white breasts swayed beautifully.
“T, this time I want to move!”
“Hmm...?”
“I, it feels like I’m the only one losing every time!”
Even while her waist trembled from the lingering pleasure, this lovely sea goddess—who had never begged or pleaded with anyone in her life—seemed dissatisfied with my dominance and her own submission, which had lasted from noon until twilight.
“Pfft! Hahahaha!”
“D, don’t laugh!”
My laughter burst forth at the beautiful goddess’s adorable defiance and lovely competitive spirit. Though she pouted and tapped my chest, she soon changed her expression and began to adjust her posture.
For the record, the Bangjung-sul I had mastered was taught to me by none other than the Pawi-Gwima of Potala—the one who laid the foundation for the Heavenly Demon Sect’s internal energy arts and is considered the source of all martial arts in the Demonic Cult. It covers everything about the night’s work, not just leaving behind descendants, but invigorating the body’s energy and maximizing the joy of the union of yin and yang, the greatest pleasure heaven has bestowed upon men and women. It wasn’t for nothing that the previous generation of divine demons flocked to me to learn it when they heard I was studying the art.
In other words, no matter how much Nesneria declared revenge with fire in her eyes, this cute opponent of the night could never defeat me.
Unaware of my inner thoughts, Nesneria, who had risen confidently, blushed and said abruptly:
“Just you wait... I, I’ll make you so you can’t live without me!”
“Shall I guess? You learned that from Doris, didn’t you?”
“....I’ll make you!”
Doris, the representative wave sister who served as Nesneria’s love mentor and taught her love through books—yet also the one responsible for the occasional romantic variables that popped out of Nesneria. I pointed it out with a laugh, but Nesneria turned her head away, pretending not to hear, and awkwardly lifted her waist.
-*Slurp...*
“...Ho-ho.”
Nesneria’s sex pulled away from my waist, making a sticky sound from the white, cloudy fluid and our mingled juices. Ironically, I hadn’t had many chances to look at the very place that had been receiving me. We were like newlyweds; we had gone straight to the point without needing much foreplay or stimulation. What was the rush? Whenever I touched her, I was only busy digging into her depths like a madman.
And the first time I saw Nesneria’s sex in such detail, it was—perhaps because I was blinded by love—nothing short of... well, appetizing.
“H, how is it?”
“...It’s beautiful.”
Nesneria’s sex was, in a word, a smooth, white treasure. Except for a few silver-white downy hairs like her own, it was a snow-white, glistening with the traces of our intercourse. It reminded me less of the shells it was often compared to, and more of a peach that would ooze honey if touched. The soft-looking labia majora, now tightly closed, and the labia minora, still dripping with white, honey-like nectar, were beautifully flushed. The pretty pearl atop it, perhaps shy or perhaps exhausted, was only peeking out slightly.
“Really, it’s truly beautiful.”
“He... hehe. Y, you’re serious?”
As I muttered in a daze, Nesneria bit her lip, looking slightly surprised. The reason was none other than my son, who was standing stiffly at attention beneath her.
-*Tap, tap!*
“Ugh... i, it got this big...?”
Ironically, my member, which had been angered to the point of rigidity just by seeing the sex I had been driving into over and over, seemed to surprise Nesneria as well.
“Neri, don’t push yourself...”
“N, no!”
I tried to stop her as she looked at me with teary eyes like a startled chick, but Nesneria shook her head vigorously.
“T, this time it’s, it’s my turn! Stay still!”
Determined, she hesitated before aiming her sex at my raging member.
“Hup... i, it’s alright. It’s alright...”
-*Squish!*
Her trembling legs and tightly clenched lips were pitiful, but the viscous sensation of her slowly wrapping around the tip of my member forced me to grit my teeth instead.
‘Hup...!’
If Nesneria had seen me, I would have been worried about how much this mischievous goddess would tease me, as my mind went blank for a moment.
“Hng! Huuu-ng....!”
But I wasn’t the only one lost in such agony; it seemed this night was going to be a long one.