The Betrayed Goddess (4)
After thoroughly fucking his little sister, Kim Hoyoung heard his mother calling from the kitchen that breakfast was ready. There was no better workout than sex—sweat was pouring off his body.
"Ah~ Did I overdo it first thing in the morning? I'm sweating buckets. Should I shower before eating?"
"Why? Your sweat smells so good."
His smell-fetish sister pressed her nose into his armpit and smiled contentedly. He heard some nonsense like, "This must be today's breakfast side dish." She was his sister, but she was a total pervert.
"It's sticky and gross. I need to wash up."
"The soup's getting cold, so eat first, okay?"
His mother's words made sense. He'd eat, recharge his energy, and then go from there.
Everyone else's table had a standard breakfast, but his was special. Truffle spaghetti, tuna belly sushi, French onion soup au gratin, and tiramisu with vanilla bean ice cream for dessert. It was enough to make his eyes spin. Wasn't this a bit much for one person's morning meal? No one complained, even seeing how it dwarfed their own simple miso soup and mackerel grill. They all accepted the class difference between him and themselves. Besides, he couldn't possibly finish all that food, so they figured they'd just share the leftovers. It felt like the king's meals from the Joseon era—way too extravagant for him.
Perverted types like his sister even spouted crap like, "Food mixed with Oppa’s saliva tastes even better."
"You guys got plans today?"
"Mom was going shopping at the department store with her friends."
"I've got an exam at college."
"I've received an urgent call to return to work at the National Assembly for an important bill."
"I'm a Real Doll, so I have nothing to do."
Kim Hea-e, Kim Jiwon, Fujiwara no Himeko, and Isia answered one after another.
"Oh? So the idle ones were gonna have an orgy party."
""I'm free.""
In the end, they all wanted in.
He finished the meal at a sprint-like pace. They were already done eating and eyeing him eagerly, so he felt bad making them wait and set down his spoon after only half the vanilla bean ice cream.
"Mom and sis already got theirs this morning."
At that point, his mother and sister opened their mouths to protest, but he stopped them. He ignored their mutterings like "It's still nowhere near enough" and "Not even a blip in my liver."
"Himeko and Isia-senpai, come here."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Thank you, Master."
He'd ordered everyone naked, but Himeko had dressed in a red kimono patterned with plum blossoms— a proper furisode, formal wear for ceremonies. She must have thought it was her way of "emphasizing sexiness." Isia-senpai, true to her Real Doll nature, was perfectly nude with zero shame and zero fabric. She was holding her sword named Kunitora, though.
"Both of you, push your tits together."
Himeko and Isia slipped their arms under their breasts and squeezed the flesh upward. Both had impressive racks, but Himeko's were microscopically larger.
"Himeko, you do the paizuri."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Isia pouted like she was disappointed.
"Senpai, I'll eat your pussy, so just stand there."
"Yes, Master."
He licked her tangy-smelling slit a few times with his tongue, and pussy juice flooded out in no time. Himeko diligently shook her huge tits to pleasure his cock. It throbbed and swelled each time her cleavage jiggled, nearing full erection.
"Bend over, Himeko. I'll fuck you."
"Ahh... For Your Majesty to personally bestow his sacred blessing upon a worthless wretch like me... I am deeply honored."
Himeko bent over, gripping the sofa for support. He hiked up her kimono skirt to reveal her bare pussy—no panties. He'd realized it before, but kimonos... weren't they perfectly optimized for sex?
"Ahhn♡ Y-Your, Your Majesty! It's as massive and superior as ever! Himeko... Himeko's cumming like an idiot!"
"Can I cum inside?"
"Of course! To receive Your Majesty's superior DNA would be a woman's greatest honor!"
He smacked her ass and kept pounding her from behind. Himeko shed her usual cool poker face, panting like a bitch in heat and showering him with vows of devotion, but his attention was elsewhere.
"...Tch."
Ishtar. The goddess still sat alone at the table, pretending indifference while anxiously grinding her molars—that was his real target. She was stressed at being left out, like the only one ignored.
'Sex right after breakfast without even digesting? What the hell is wrong with these people...! They're utterly irredeemable!'
"What're you doing, Ishtar-unnie? Come join us!"
"D-Don't be ridiculous! Why would I?!"
Kim Jiwon, waiting her turn with a lesbian kiss from their mom, reached out to her excluded friend but got shot down coldly. Ishtar got even angrier at the pitying attitude.
"Why not? Oppa's saying we should all enjoy it without holding back."
"You think I'm some filthy slave to lust like you lot?! A being of intellect and dignity, naked and fucking all day! Aren't you ashamed?!"
"Come on, unnie... Don't be such a virgin."
"Sorry if being a virgin offends you!"
"Ehh? Y-You're a real virgin?"
Kim Jiwon gaped in disbelief.
"Poor thing..."
That single phrase triggered Ishtar, pulling her into a distant memory. Sand-swept Iason Plains appeared. Her nameless rural village from girlhood.
"Poor thing..."
Overhearing village women whispering while fetching water from the rice paddy on her way back.
"She's so pretty, but no guy experience yet? That Ishtar girl..."
"Too pretty—guys are intimidated."
"They're scared of her."
"Anyway, marriage age and no husband or even boyfriend? Poor girl..."
Village idol, loved by all, but tacit ban on any guy claiming her left Ishtar perpetually single. Friends paired off one by one... but she was alone. Young and vaguely expecting a proposal soon, she didn't worry much. Soon enough, a count's second son declared he'd marry her. She thought her glamorous noblewife life was beginning. Waving triumphantly at the gossiping women as she left the village—thrilling.
"Ohh, how beautiful. Too good for you. A beauty like that belongs to me."
"What? Even as your father, I can't allow that."
"You dare defy me, a count?!"
"I'll deploy my private soldiers before handing Ishtar over!"
But upon entering the count's domain, father-son strife erupted, turning her into a war seed. Other nobles swarmed on the rumors, and the emperor declared her an inviolable zone.
"Henceforth, no one may take Ishtar as wife."
'Huh...? What? Then who do I marry? Husband? Boyfriend? Love? Dating?'
She knew she was beautiful. Expected to live envied as a noblewoman captivating men. But no—the emperor banned her marriage, and priests elevated her to goddess, dooming her to eternal virginity.
Still, Ishtar tried embracing it.
'A goddess is an honorable calling. Guiding humanity to peace beats being some ordinary wife.'
Deified, her beauty symbolized divine purity, not mere allure—holiness, hope for all. Walking war-torn lands against the Demon King's army, she bestowed graces. Then, in a rural village like her home, she overheard plain housewives gossiping. Her sharp hearing—meant for prayers—was her curse; no filter for backtalk.
"Isn't Goddess Ishtar kinda pitiful?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Think about it."
A homely wife with an ugly baby on her back mocked the goddess, boasting her own lot was better.
"So pretty, but never even held a man's hand? For life~ Eternally~"
"Eh, but she's a goddess~"
"So what? No woman's joys, no kids, no family, just fighting Demon King her whole youth? Better an ugly hubby like mine."
"Huh, yeah, kinda."
'I'm... pitiful? Me, the continent's noblest goddess? Even to bumpkin hags?'
A full year later, when Demon King's forces hit that village, Ishtar didn't help. Even the great sage bought her "I wasn't prepared" excuse... but truth was, she hated that woman and let the villagers die.
That wasn't all. She had another unforgivable sin. Her secret alone.
"Ishtar's a goddess anyway—she can't be with Hayato. He's my fiancé, so he'll marry me!"
Lilith Valentine—mage from a fallen duke's house in Hayato's party. Crushing on him, she belittled Ishtar, never seeing her as love rival.
"No matter how you flirt, goddess and human can't be together."
"Y'know, Ishtar, you're kinda pitiful? Liking Hayato inside but he'll end up mine anyway?"
When Lilith was bitten by a Demon King Four Heavenly King's poison fang, Ishtar could've saved her but faked it.
"Sorry. The poison's too potent—even my magic can't detox it."
"N-No way! Ishtar! Do something! Lilith's our comrade!"
"Sorry, Hayato... Even goddess powers can't."
"Impossible! Lilith! Lilith! Can you hear me?! Don't die! I'll figure something out!"
"It's futile, Hayato. She can't even speak. Neurotoxin spreading..."
"………………"
Dying Lilith's eyes fixed not on beloved Hayato, but Ishtar. She ignored them. The neurotoxin was real—Lilith couldn't speak or convey thoughts. Just express betrayal in her gaze.
"Kuhk! Sorry, Lilith! I didn't know that bastard's poison was that lethal! Even Ishtar couldn't heal it! Should've stopped you leading the charge! Who could've foreseen?!"
Hayato didn't know. The poison was potent but survivable with ancient magic, leaving aftereffects but not fatal. Lilith had volunteered upfront, betting Ishtar would save her. She tried revenge via glare on the lying goddess, but Ishtar turned away. Those resentful eyes soon went dark.
Party lost its mage. Lilith Valentine, continent's top magic sensor. Had she lived, they'd have detected succubus Bianca absorbing Demon King's power pre-final battle, prepared countermeasures—maybe Hero Hayato wouldn't have died so pathetically.
Ishtar knew but couldn't forgive Lilith. More than preserving strength for victory, she wanted that annoying mage dead.
"Ishtar's pitiful."
'Me? Pitiful? Me?!'
Reverse scale touched—even on Earth, from Kim Hoyoung's sister Kim Jiwon. No vague revenge possible like before.
"I'm not pitiful! Don't lump a goddess like me with lowly humans like you! Sex is nothing! I can be happy without any man! Don't pity me!"
She spat her rage, but Kim Jiwon had run off at her brother's call—no one heard. Ishtar's gut twisted.