Live However the Fuck You Want (10)
"I'll fill that empty mouth of yours soon enough... Don't you wonder...? Imagine someone watching every bit of your dirty little deeds."
"Hmm... fair point. Alright, let's see... Hildeva, Idwild, Celereja, Pelle... anyone else I missed?"
"You saw everything, huh..."
The Goddess climbed on top of me with a grin. Looking down at me, she said,
"What's wrong with peeking a little? And if I hadn't helped you out, you wouldn't have had the chance with those girls in the first place, right?"
Her sheer audacity made me burst into another pointless laugh. What kind of god acts like that? Helping me out means it's fine to spy on my sex sessions? But if that's the Goddess's charm, then so be it. If she'd been some strict, self-righteous deity from the start, she never would've picked me out of nowhere and lent me her power.
"So... did you enjoy the show?"
"Peeping has its own thrill, you know. Perfect hobby for a god like me. But hands-on is way better, after all. If I'd known it was this good, I would've jumped in sooner."
"Damn, that's a creepy hobby. Not like you're a full-blown voyeur or anything."
"But there's nothing fun in a god's domain, you know. Imagine chatting with the lesser gods for tens of millions of years about the same damn shit. And those guys? Boring as hell, can't even crack a joke."
The Goddess whined as she rocked her hips back and forth. I grabbed her waist tight to stop her and spoke up.
"Well... peeping doesn't hurt anyone, so whatever. But... time to get off now. The girls next door are probably wide awake by this point."
"Nah, no worries. I muffled everything before we started—moans and all. So, wanna keep going?"
I glanced at the window. Dawn was breaking soon. Sound or no sound, it was about time to get up and prep for business. The Goddess followed my gaze out the window, stretched out her hand, and twisted her wrist. The pale predawn sky suddenly darkened again.
"No way... you rewound time?"
"Hehe..."
Pinned under her, I rubbed my forehead. This woman—no, this goddess—was dead set on going all out...
She beamed down at me.
"Don't be like that. Promise? If you help me work off all this pent-up stress, I won't peep anymore."
"If I'm your first... just how much is 'pent up'?"
The Goddess smirked darkly as she shifted her hips, lining up my cock with her entrance.
"Guess we'll find out starting now."
After that, we kept at our sacred "worship" until morning—or rather, through dozens of mornings. Even with holy power making it hard to revive me, she pounded and squeezed me relentlessly. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she collapsed on top of me, both of us panting.
We clung to each other until our breathing steadied.
"Bertrand..."
"Yes, Goddess...?"
"I don't want anything from you. So just live however the fuck you want. Tell hero duties to fuck off."
"Got it..."
I mumbled my reply as consciousness faded. Watching her sit up on my stomach again, I finally passed out.
Piercing light made me grimace. I jolted awake in bed. Early summer sun was rising outside the window.
"Ugh...? Goddess?"
She was nowhere in the room. Neither was Celereja, passed out on the floor. As I tried to get out of bed, my legs buckled—I nearly faceplanted. My lower back felt numb, muscles completely spent.
I couldn't even remember how many times she'd rewound time. She'd reset the clock and revived my dick with holy power, unleashing eons of pent-up lust in one night. Tens of millions of years? Hundreds? No wonder I could barely stand—it was only natural.
At least she'd been polite enough to restore the sweat-and-fluid-soaked bed. One less headache for cleanup.
Gripping the bedpost, I stood slowly. My innate physique kicked in after a moment; strength returned to my legs, and I could walk.
As I headed for the door, I noticed how cool the room had gotten. It hadn't been like this yesterday...? Had Asenaris recovered in the meantime?
I opened the box on the desk.
"I think it's burning white in my head!"
On the little bed Idi made it, the thing was thrashing around like it was wrestling an invisible partner. Up close, it was mimicking exactly what the Goddess and I had been doing last night.
"Damn... picked up all the bad habits, huh."
Not wanting to interrupt, I quietly closed the lid and left. Hanging the box back in the hall spread cool air everywhere.
"Looks like Asenaris is back to full strength," Pelle said, appearing at my side and touching the box's vent.
"Yeah. Lately it seemed low-energy—no answer when I asked why."
"Probably just bored alone."
"Must've seen something fun. How'd it perk up overnight?"
Pelle tilted her head. Worried she'd grill Asenaris, I quickly dragged her downstairs to the hall.
The second I stepped into the hall, Della rushed over, stomping her feet without a word.
"What's up?"
"Uh-uh...!"
She pointed weirdly, making odd noises. I turned—the Holy Sword hung on the bar wall, like it'd never left.
"Oh, it's back."
"It was gone just a bit ago!"
Della looked genuinely spooked, eyes darting between me and the sword. Can't blame her; who'd sneak a sword into a crowded inn hall unnoticed?
"...The Holy Sword..."
Idi smiled in relief, approaching. For her, this decided if she could stay at the inn—pure joy.
"Thank goodness... now I can stay at the inn... for good..."
Her voice trembled; tears suddenly streamed down. Big drops plopped onto her chest. Della hugged her shoulders in surprise.
"Idi...?"
"I was so scared... I'd have to go back to the basement... now I don't..."
Francois emerged from the kitchen, saw crying Idi, and handed her a napkin from her apron.
"Why the tears?"
"I'm just... so happy... happy crying..."
Idi rubbed her eyes, sniffling. Aigoo, Idi... how can someone look so pitiful and pure?
I left her with Della and Francois's comfort and eyed the Holy Sword. It stood proud, as if staring back.
Always grateful. Looking forward to more. Oh, and pay for the plates you broke on your way out.
Predictably, no reaction. Turning to the hall, I spotted a pristine plate on the bar—identical to the one the Goddess had dropped while serving.
I burst out laughing. Idi mid-tears, the comforting staff, even hall guests—all stared.
"What's so funny, Bertrand? Spill it."
"Haha... nothing, Francois. Oh, and Piana quit due to personal reasons—spread the word."
"After less than a day? Well, constant mistakes can kill confidence."
Francois shrugged understandingly.
"Where's the saintess? Off to the temple already?"
"Left early. Said her whole body ached from bad sleep, nightmares or whatever."
I sighed in relief at Della's words. Good—Goddess really wiped Celereja's memory. Otherwise, the inn would've been chaos.
Idi, tears still falling, grabbed plates from the counter and served the hall. Drops hit the food, but no complaints—some guests even clamored for more, appetites whetted.
Hell, pretty big-tits tears on my food? I'd devour it. Maybe charge extra.
Damn. After a night (or days?) with that voyeur goddess, my brain's gone filthy too.
Late afternoon, the peak heat eased. Kali had lounged all day, so I figured a walk was due and dragged him out.
Town walls still radiated midday scorch, so I skirted the streets for the Buren River bank. Down the inn's backyard slope led straight there.
Crowds splashed around—kids and adults washing clothes, playing in the water, having a blast.
Kali, thrilled for the outing, wagged and bounced wildly. Hunting dog energy—he leaped chest-high, paws slamming me hard. He raced the bank like mad, then plunged in, dog-paddling after me in frenzy.
Grinning at the show, I spotted someone across the river, standing still. Sunset glow obscured details, but they seemed to be watching us.