140. (H) The Goddess's Bare Flesh (1)
“Goddess, please think it over once more. I’m just a human, after all.”
But you’re human and my apostle, aren’t you?
“But how could a mere human like me possibly…”
It’s not as if there are no precedents.
There were myths of gods and humans coupling to bear demigod children. Most cases involved the child being born from a human mother infused with divine essence, while births from a goddess carrying human essence were exceedingly rare—but such unions between human and god were not entirely unheard of.
The child… You don’t want it…?
“N-no, of course not…”
As she pressed close, wrapping her arms around him and gazing down, Eunhyeon hastily averted his eyes from Verdandi’s upward stare. He was so accustomed to looking up at her floating form that he hadn’t thought twice about it—until now, as his taller frame instinctively lowered his head to meet her eyes. His gaze slipped into the deep, treacherous cleavage exposed between her garments, and he jolted in surprise.
Summoned to the divine realm mere moments ago, he’d already felt his lower body surge at her embrace. There was no way he could withstand the fresh provocations she was sending now.
Hm?
Feeling something prodding insistently at her belly, Verdandi glanced down, confirming the bulge already swelling in Eunhyeon’s pants. A delighted smile spread across her face.
Hehe.
“Ugh…”
It’s clear your child is quite interested in my body. So why refuse me?
“You’re the goddess I must serve. How could I dare commit such blasphemy against you…”
Even with his libido fully unleashed under Iliana’s influence—leaving his lower half unruly and demanding—Eunhyeon prioritized his faith over his desires, desperately holding firm.
You didn’t say the same to that witch girl. I am your ‘first’, am I not?
“That’s…”
It had been literal.
I can’t love you first and foremost.
What he’d told Iliana wasn’t a lie. She had accepted it. Yet in this moment, her face surfaced in his mind—was it guilt?
I’m so happy right now. So you don’t need to feel sorry for me.
He couldn’t fathom why her words echoed now, leaving Eunhyeon with a bewildered expression.
You’re thinking of that witch girl.
Eunhyeon flinched briefly but soon realized denial was futile and nodded honestly.
“…Yes. Honestly, I am.”
Worry not. That witch girl already knows my intentions.
“…Pardon?”
That witch girl… she once muttered to herself while you slept.
I have no intention of usurping your place or claiming Hyun all for myself. It might be my overactive imagination, but I suspect you feel something similar toward me. If not, no matter—but if my hunch is right, you needn’t mind me. You’re already a benefactor to me for reviving Hyun. Still… I’d love to walk alongside you both on the path you share.
“……”
Hearing Iliana’s secret soliloquy for the first time, Eunhyeon gaped in stunned silence. Verdandi offered a wry smile.
She said it plainly, with me ever at your side. That witch girl sensed not the mana within you, but my power. She perceived my invisible, inaudible presence and heart. Truly a bold and remarkable child.
Iliana, resolved to yield without monopolizing him, harbored one sole wish: to journey alongside the goddess and her apostle. Eunhyeon bowed his head deeply, moved by her resolute desire to remain with him forever.
“Ha… that girl’s really gone and touched my heart…”
Iliana’s wish to banish the loneliness from his solitary path stirred his chest profoundly.
Hehe.
Verdandi gazed at him with a warm smile. Though Iliana had phrased it as if yielding her place, Verdandi found no arrogance or malice in the witch’s face—only considerate joy and amusement at the goddess herself receiving such deference.
I am your ‘first’, am I not? Will you not accept me?
“……”
Silent, Eunhyeon moved at once, embracing her in response to her hug.
Mmm… What a novel sensation…
“Strange?”
No, it’s wonderful. In the mortal realm, I could touch you, but you couldn’t touch me. Only here in the divine realm could my child embrace me thus.
“Now that you mention it, it’s quite the peculiar restriction.”
‘Contact’ should mean bodies touching mutually. Yet the goddess could touch her apostle, but not vice versa—a paradoxical rule.
Sniff… haa… This is my child’s scent… I didn’t notice when I summoned you after your revival, but now that I focus… it’s truly divine.
Verdandi’s curiosity about Eunhyeon’s scent stemmed largely from Erin and Iliana’s behaviors.
“Goddess, are you truly alright with this?”
Of course.
“Then… first, the location…”
Hehe, I understand.
At her nod, the conference chamber’s backdrop shifted, forming a familiar room. Eunhyeon murmured softly.
“This is…”
It was his room within Iliana’s house.
“I’ve recreated your room. Identical, is it not?”
“Yes. Exactly the sa— ”
Mid-reply, a faint dissonance prickled him. Whirling around in surprise—
“Mmm, so this is what it feels like to move vocal cords.”
“Goddess? I hear your voice?”
Unlike her usual direct transmission into his mind, Verdandi’s words now emerged through actual vocalization, burrowing into his ears—a bizarre novelty.
“To begin that now, we’ll need… substance, won’t we?”
Too shy to utter ‘sex’ aloud, she turned her head slightly. Avoiding his gaze, she approached cautiously, grasped his hand, and placed it upon her breast.
“Feel it. See? Ahh… I have substance now, don’t I?”
Forcing his fingers to curl and grip her breast, the goddess’s bold move flustered Eunhyeon.
“G-Goddess…”
Verdandi yanked his arm, pulling him close until their breaths mingled. Eunhyeon swallowed reflexively. Her fragrant scent drew blood surging to his groin.
“Worry not. I’ll handle everything.”
Her gentle head pat left him speechless, but her words instantly embarrassed his throbbing erection. He’d never felt this with Iliana—uncontrollable, bewildering turmoil.
Sensing his thoughts, Verdandi smiled seductively, her left hand slipping slyly downward.
“Ugh?!”
Her hand dove effortlessly into his pants, brushing his cock. Startled by the goddess’s audacity, he instinctively tried to push her away—but her tender smile halted him.
“Stay still. You’re my child; obey me.”
“Ngh…”
No divine compulsion, yet her whisper in his ear was irresistible. Surrendering, he relaxed. Verdandi beamed, her left hand now stroking his shaft.
“Hehe, good child. Relax like that and let the pleasure sink in.”
Fondling his taut cock, she nudged him weakly toward the bed, savoring his twitching hips and soft moans with each touch.
“Goddess… you’ve changed so suddenly…”
“Hehe, I studied and prepared much for today. I’ll make my child feel good—just lie back.”
From whom? Other gods? Or were they merely beings like humans, categorized differently? Iliana kept learning odd things to tease him, too. As these thoughts swirled, Verdandi shoved his upper body onto the bed and lay beside him, resuming her grip on his cock through his pants.
Eunhyeon’s breaths grew ragged; precum seeped from his tip, staining his underwear.
“Haa…”
“Hehe, your face shows such pleasure.”
Her honeyed voice, melting his reason, whispered into his ear.
“Ngh… yes… it feels… good…”
“I’m glad… I want to make you feel even better.”
His mind fogging with heat, Eunhyeon answered honestly, unburdened by irreverence or shame. Verdandi, delighting in his rapturous expression, pressed her lips to his.
“Mmph… slurp.”
His eyes widened in shock, but kisses with the goddess were routine; he soon parted his lips, greedily exploring her invading tongue.
I’m drawing out these expressions from my child…
Seeing his fervent lip-sucking, something in her fulfilled—while another emotion awakened.
“Hoo…”
As the kiss broke, Eunhyeon realized her face was no longer that of a ‘goddess’ but a ‘woman.’ Simultaneously, her unconscious thigh-rubbing against his leg eroded his sanity.
“Mmm… ha… ahh…”
Her manifested petals—her pussy—grinding as she gazed at him, Verdandi murmured unwittingly.
“Haa… ngh… my child…”
Her sweet breath teasing his nose, Eunhyeon neared his limit.
“It’s fine… cum. When my child wants to—ahhhn!”
Grinding her pussy on his thigh while handjobbing him, her lewd, lascivious actions hastened his climax beyond normal.
“Ngh… grr…!”
Ceasing her grinding but not her strokes, Verdandi leaned in for another kiss.
“Smooch.”
With it, Eunhyeon unleashed his pent-up release.
Spurt, splurt.
“Mmph…”
Feeling her tongue roam his mouth, unable to moan, his body convulsed. Verdandi rubbed against him, caressing his tremors. Tongues entwined without distinction, devouring each other.
“Haa… slurrrp.”
Her tongue invaded like a living entity, stirring his mouth, mingling saliva. In sync, his cock—half-spilled into his pants—ejaculated, soiling her fingers white.
“Mmm…”
Only after her tongue claimed every corner did his massive ejaculation subside. Calmed, Eunhyeon now actively explored her tongue, mirroring her earlier indulgence.
“Hehe… smooch.”
She smiled with her eyes in delight. Soon, she reciprocated his tongue play. Savoring the slick textures fully, she slowly rose, parting their lips.
“Hoo… How was it? My mouth?”
“…Incredible. Goddess, have you…”
“Such blasphemy—speak it not. I had no experience, only knowledge. But… you were my first too, and midway, seeing your face… I couldn’t hold back.”
Aware of her own embarrassment, she turned her head slightly. Eunhyeon gawked.
This… from an inexperienced one?
No special techniques in her fondling or kissing. Yet it outpaced even his many romps with Iliana—inexplicable swift climax and mind-numbing pleasure.
“Comparing me, a goddess, to other women ill suits me—but since mine pleased you more, I’ll forgive it this once.”
“Ah…”
His subconscious read, he flushed and looked away.
“Your doubt is valid. Mortals enduring a goddess’s pleasure isn’t easy. You lasted longer than most humans—I’d say that much.”
“So that means…”
“The ecstasy you’ll feel with me will be several times that of human unions.”
“……”
Verdandi smiled at his dumbfounded protest over the unfair rule, then tugged the ties of her garment, untying the knots at her sides. The divine robes slipped silkily to the floor. With no undergarments beneath, her flawless porcelain skin and utterly nude form revealed themselves.
His gaze locked on breasts even larger than Iliana’s; horror dawned on his face.
“Goddess, your breasts…”
“Don’t stare too much… Even I’m a bit shy about them…”
Now he understood why, during mortal skincalls—her bare breasts against his back—no nipple texture registered. Her massive mounds lacked visible nipples. Precisely: buried shyly within the areolae, hiding.
“Inverted nipples…”