Goddess of Betrayal (10)
Goddesses were strictly forbidden from sexual intercourse. That didn't mean their lust vanished. Their young, vibrant bodies would occasionally heat up, robbing them of sleep through the night. On such nights, she would cool her ardor by gazing at magazines illustrated with erotic art.
"The men and women in the Biheido all look so happy. Is sex really that pleasurable?"
Fantasies about something she'd never experienced. Ishtar's curiosity had spiderwebbed out to forbidden magic before she knew it.
"A spell that remotely stimulates a man's penis... It feels so good that he ejaculates until his balls are drained the moment it's inserted? Incredible... For ordinary people with weak mana, the odds of dying from pleasure overload exceed 50%..."
One spell in particular caught her eye, and she memorized its entire incantation. Why? She had no intention of ever using it...
Considering Ishtar's strong ego, it was probably because she didn't want to embarrass herself as an ignorant virgin during her first time. Even for her debut fuck, she wanted to maintain the dignity of a haughty goddess and seize the upper hand.
The contrast was striking in the manual: the man's face foaming at the mouth in ecstasy, while the woman above him laughed leisurely in triumph.
Good thing I memorized that incantation back then. Head-on, I might've lost, but with the spell's help, it's a total victory.
It was like using a cheat code in a game. A bit cowardly, sure, but who cared? Victory was all that mattered—that was Ishtar's creed.
Against some ordinary guy with strong mana but no magic skills, there's no way I'd lose. I'm not an idiot like Bianca.
To draw an analogy, it was like mammoth hunting. Charge in relying only on brute strength, and you'd get trampled flat (as Bianca had). But use your wits, devise a plan, attack from the flank, and it was yours for the taking. Plus, the reward for success was immense—a top-grade prize. Who'd leave that lying around?
I'll shield my body and mind with defensive spells, nullify status ailments with blessings, preempt any chance of geas defeat, and hit him with arousal magic to boot. It's so stacked in my favor, I almost feel bad.
Kim Hoyoung's face floated in her mind. He was writhing, sensing something off with his dick. What an idiot. He looked just like a brainless fish thrashing after biting the bait.
Imagining that arrogant bastard ejaculating the instant copulation began under her arousal spell, then falling into slavery via the geas pact—it brought a laugh bubbling up unbidden.
Ah, no. I have to say something.
"They say this spell feels so good you'll either die on the spot or end up a drooling vegetable with nothing but fucking on your mind. Do try not to become a total invalid—at least spare me the embarrassment of dragging you around."
If Kim Hoyoung's intellect dropped to dog level, she'd strip him, collar him, and raise him like livestock. Vitality bloomed across Ishtar's face. The mask of hypocrisy had fully slipped, revealing her true nature.
"You've been treating me like shit and fucking around with other women this whole time, right? From now on, your defective cock won't cum without me—but don't worry, I won't fuck you again after draining you dry. So savor this, your last pleasure in life~."
Ah, this thrill. Ishtar sank down slowly, swallowing his shaft inch by inch, eyes locked on Kim Hoyoung as if she couldn't miss a second.
It had been the same back then. Discarding heroes was her greatest joy. Handsome faces and heroic status made them think they could fuck every girl in sight—until they turned into washed-up old men, discarded by Ishtar with expressions of utter disbelief and despair. Clueless that she had endless spares to replace them.
Inexperienced power always led to the biggest tantrums, followed by a pathetic squashing like rats.
This Kim Hoyoung was no different. Ishtar had layered traps threefold for victory, while all he had was drivel like "The moment it pierces you, you'll admit defeat and offer body and soul to me." What a joke. Kiki-kik. She'd even mimicked Bianca's laugh. No, she had to maintain goddess poise—elegant, dignified, graceful. Like a woman born with beauty that stole every eye upon entering a hall, crushing foes with effortless nonchalance.
"Regret your folly in daring to fight a goddess, human, as you cum. Become my sex slave and live out your wretched life, Kim Hoyoung. From the start, blessed with divinity, I could never lose to you."
Finally, she engulfed him completely. Her ass cheeks settled on his pubic bone. The glans nudged her cervix—and in that instant, Ishtar thrust both hands skyward.
"I looooost♡ I lost♡"
Where had the lofty goddess gone? A sow was oinking wildly, splaying her nostrils wide in vulgar abandon.
"Buhi buhi! I admit defeat! The moment Master Hoyoung's cock entered me, I had no choice! Body and soul, I offer them to Master Hoyoung!!! Buhi buhi!"
Was it the lingering hypnosis from the past? Pig squeals flowed out naturally.
"Buhi buhi!"
Ishtar lewdly shook her hips. Pussy juice streamed down, pooling beneath them.
"How could a mere female like me think to beat Master Hoyoung? My head must've been fucked♡ The instant your cock pierced me, I knew my place! Now, I can't imagine life beyond serving you! Buhi buhi!"
"Business as usual."
"Yes! I'm just worthless dog-cum trash! Sorry for acting above my station, you retard bitch! Master Hoyoung! My Owner! Command me as you will!"
A stinging chill hit my right eye like antiseptic, then faded. Probably because Ishtar came first, auto-releasing the geas "If I cum before Ishtar, I become her sex slave."
Meanwhile, black tears poured from Ishtar's left eye. The geas hexagram flashed like a neon sign, blaring warnings. Hers was something like "Even after being pierced by him, stay sane and never become a slave."
"Fuck that."
The spirit warned in a grim, eerie voice utterly at odds with its dainty, well-bred noble-lass appearance—but Ishtar brushed it off, grabbing it like a pesky squirrel.
"Buhi hi hi hit! Where does trash spirit get off growling in front of Master Hoyoung? Die trying."
First time trapped in a fist? The spirit panicked like a frightened kitten. Ishtar, meanwhile, strutted like a fox backed by a mighty patron.
"Only one being in all creation can command me: Master Hoyoung. Got it? A forbidden ancient spell like you has no business acting high and mighty."
"Nothing I can't kill but Master Hoyoung's word. Keep strutting your cosmic stuff, and you're dead."
Akashic Records. The geas spirit produced a tome compiling all past, present, and future. Inscribe text there, and it echoed across all spacetime.
The spirit wrote: "Ishtar will not become Kim Hoyoung's slave." Now, across all timelines, no universe allowed it.
"Fuck that~ I'm Master Hoyoung's slave."
"And I said I'd kill you if you strutted once more?"
Pop! Fireworks burst as the spirit was crushed. Black blood trickled down Ishtar's fist, and the Akashic Records flew into the air, pages flipping on their own.
For a repository of all knowledge, it was eerie—every page stamped identically, like a blot: