The Virgin Goddess's Fatal Wager
Finally, Ishtar had knelt. "What's this, Ishtar? What changed your mind?"
"I don't want to die a virgin without ever knowing a man's taste."
"There are plenty of men out there. Why come to me specifically?"
With her beauty and status, Ishtar could've seduced any handsome guy into her bed without issue.
"Because no man excels at sex like you do. I'm a total newbie, so I want a master's guidance."
"I see... Got it."
I personally led the goddess to my bedroom. Deflowering a 50,000-year-old virgin deserved better than the living room.
The canopy bed, imported from France. Four pillars connected to a ceiling, draped in semi-transparent red lace that veiled the interior. The medieval noble vibe was Himeko's design—I loved it and used it often.
Usually, I'd fuck anywhere in the living room or kitchen, but for a special mood, I'd invite women here.
"If you've come to me to learn sex's pleasures, that's the right choice... but you sure about this?"
"? About what?"
"Once I fuck you, no other man will ever satisfy you..."
"Ah. I see."
Before entering the lace canopy, Ishtar began her preparations. She drew a circle with her staff and chanted a spell. Complex runes rose on her skin like tattoos, then vanished in an instant.
Defensive magic circuit installed on mind and body.
Next, she clasped her hands in prayer, her face devout like a nun's. Her body glowed with bright light, then settled.
All status ailments neutralized. Normalization activated.
Her precautions weren't over. "This much won't cut it against you, right? You're the monster who broke even Bianca so easily. But this isn't the end."
Ishtar's hands moved busily. I had no idea what she was doing—it just reminded me of ninja seals from comics. Turned out, I guessed right by accident.
"This is a forbidden magic seal, but I'll break the rules this time."
A beautiful noble spirit in the form of a young lady appeared and kissed Ishtar's left eye. A hexagram etched itself there.
The hexagram blazed red. The Geas was set—a curse even the caster couldn't break. It forcibly stripped away her future self's choices.
Past mages used it for political marriages or slave training, forcing actions against one's will. A Geas like "I will love my future spouse forever" made even an ugly, fat slob instantly lovable, unchanging till death.
"Even after sex with Kim Hoyoung, I will have relations with other men and live freely."
The hexagram flared again.
"I will not submit to Kim Hoyoung's penis. I swear the above upon the Geas."
The spirit vanished, leaving a vivid hexagram tattooed in Ishtar's left pupil.
"Prep done? That was one hell of a pre-fuck speech."
"Yes. Perfectly complete."
Ishtar strutted in proudly, pushing aside the lace canopy with her knuckles. She looked stunning anew. Her nose—high and literal art: rising from the bridge, sloping diagonally, then sharply hooked at the tip like a ruler's cut.
Long lashes draped elegantly; her big blue eyes pulled you in like the sea. Plump lips recited haughty lines.
"I'm not like Bianca, who charged in unprepared. I've seen your abilities plenty. And defense? Goddesses hold the edge over demon kings there."
"Oh yeah? So?"
"I do want sex with you. I don't want to waste this beautiful body anymore. You'll show me perfect sex. But you're just my first man. Unlike Bianca, I won't devote my life serving you alone."
Classic virgin—ruining the mood pre-sex. I got pissed, stood, and glared. Ishtar glared back. We locked eyes like boxers before a match, tension crackling.
"Want me to spell it out? When we clash, you'll cry first."
"Cocky much for a virgin?"
"You're awfully sure you'll win."
"And if I am?"
Ishtar formed another seal. A playful boy with a topknot appeared, perching on my head.
"If you're so confident, swear a Geas: If I cum before Ishtar, I become Ishtar's sex slave."
"What? Why would I?"
"Can't handle it? Scared?"
Childish taunt.
"If you're chicken, fine. Our almighty Kim Hoyoung can be remembered as the pussy who ran scared from a virgin's premature ejaculation fear."
Now I got it. She wanted to dominate me. Flaunt me as her sex slave. Or revenge on the one man who dismissed her. Either way, the Geas was her real goal.
Fine. I'd play.
"Deal. I swear."
"Those words... can't take 'em back now."
The spirit giggled, fluttering down like a feather to paint my right eye. Probably a hexagram.
Victory smirked on Ishtar's face. 'Got him!'
"My turn now, right?"
"Pardon?"
"The moment my cock pierces you, you'll admit defeat and offer body and soul to me."
"What?"
She snorted in ridicule.
"What nonsense... Not even a proper Geas. What're you playing at?"
"Your love and loyalty for me will max out. You'll devote everything to me—can't imagine otherwise."
"Pfft... Ha. Haha."
Laughter laced with self-mockery: 'What am I doing with this kid?''Kim Hoyoung's not all that. Overhyped Bianca's win? She was just brute magic, no brains.'
Seeing the hexagram in my eye, Ishtar foresaw victory.
'I'm armored with triple mind-body protections. Even if afflicted, my blessing snaps me back. Geas nets any mental slips.'
Geas was absolute—providence, beyond magic. No escaping its interference.
Ishtar had mental protection Geas; I had conditional slave Geas. Victory was obvious.
'Conquering Kim Hoyoung gets his harem for free. Use them as minions—perfect for chores. Whether staying on Earth or back West, a slave like him's useful.'
His looks barely passed her bar, but safe.
"Done talking?"
"Yeah. I'll lie here—you figure it out."
Cowgirl was my favorite. I lounged; she labored like riding a horse—pure dominance. Bonus: watching virgin Ishtar fumble for the hole.
"Find the slit good. Between the outer labia. Yeah, there."
"Shut up. If I make you my slave, first re-educate that mouth."
"You really think you can enslave me?"
"Obviously. What's wrong with your head? After seeing my defenses, you still think you got a shot?"
"Yep."
"Dumb guys aren't my type. Guess we don't match. Hayato was better."
"Just curious—what'll you do with slave-me?"
"Hmm... Reassign your slaves to me first. You? Punished below human for scorning me. Fix that rotten spirit with West-banned torture. Make you need me to live—slowly."
"Talk like you've done it before."
"Duh. Gaslit thousands of naive teen boys on strange continents to depend on me mentally. You'll soon fear sleeping without me."
Finally, the glans found the entrance. Her 50,000-year virginity neared breaking.
It gulped greedily, ass descending gradually—then pausing.
"Hehe..."
"Hm?"
"You think I'd go straight in?"
"What?"
Ishtar chanted in an unknown tongue.
"My ace is now!"
"Ugh!"
Something hit my cock.
Sensitivity boosted 100x! Banned magic—too lethal, causes death by ecstasy overload. But not today!
"Petty to the end."
"Too late to whine! Remember? Cum first, and you're my sex slave by Geas!"
My cock twitched subtly. Balls burned hot. Forced rutting.
"Goddess's final gift: life's peak pleasure. Cum wild! Start your second life as my slave!"
At last, Ishtar swallowed my cock whole and sat down fully.