Prologue
Prologue
The sky was clear and blue.
The same sky every time, yet every day was different.
"Of course it is. You swap out the woman in your bed every single day."
"Ahem."
My wife was beside me, scolding me.
A woman whose beauty hadn't changed in decades, in centuries — she was my one and only wife, officially recognized as such.
"Didn't I sleep with you two nights in a row?"
"Bullshit. You think I don't know you slipped off to some other bed after fucking me senseless last night?"
"Ahem. I was merely carrying out my duties as the Supreme God."
"Is that what you call raping any woman you come across?!"
Slap.
My back was struck.
It didn't hurt, but there would surely be a red handprint.
"How presumptuous."
I seized my wife's wrist before she could slap me again.
Then I pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top, covering her.
"Such insolence. The gods are about to gather for a council — how am I supposed to show my back like this?"
"Shut up...!"
"What's noisy is your cunt, isn't it, making those constant squelching sounds?"
"Nngh...!"
My wife bit her lower lip and turned her head away.
Even with the blanket covering it, she couldn't hide it from my nose.
"After pounding you that hard last night, you still want more?"
"..."
She just glared at me without a word.
A woman who spat all manner of curses with her mouth, who claimed to hate me and envied every woman I took — but whose body was always, unfailingly honest.
"I'm the same, wife. Do you think I recognized only you as my spouse for no reason?"
This was the woman who, from her maiden days until now, had lived with eyes for no one but me: the most beautiful woman in existence, from the heavens to the earth and the depths below. That was why I had taken her as my wife and never brought in another spouse.
"...Bullshit. The women you've fucked would fill the River Styx and overflow."
A statement with no room for excuse.
My wife's lips jutted out as she glared at me again, and I placated her with a light kiss on those lips.
"Hmph, you think that'll make me forgive you? You think you can just keep fucking me and I'll forgive everyth— Ohhoohk?!"
Squelch.
I slammed my cock straight in.
Before she could dodge, I flipped the blanket aside and shoved my cock right into her depths.
Then I covered her mouth with my hand.
"You're annoyingly loud. How about I just take a concubine? Huh?"
Crunch.
She tried to bite my hand with her teeth.
The fierce venom in her eyes slowly melted with every thrust of my hips, and her face steadily filled with heat.
"You'd better think carefully. Huh? What do you think it means that of all the goddesses in the world, I took only you as my wife? Shall I swear again on the River Styx? My love for you shall never change."
"Th-that's not i-it..."
My wife, Hera, wrapped her arms around my back.
Caressing the very spot she had slapped with her palm, she pleaded through sobs.
"And yet, hic, you'll just go off and fuck other bitches again...!"
"Then you should be able to handle my cock on your own."
"Nnghoohk...♥"
Hera's eyes rolled back in an instant.
As the Goddess of Family and Love, if you pounded her with love, she lost all reason.
"I-if you thrust it in another bitch, that bitch dies...! I-if you're gonna fuck someone, just thrust it into me...!"
Her intense jealousy caused problems now and then, but this much was just childish charm.
Easily within the tolerable range.
"Hera."
I wiped my wife's tears away with my thumb.
"Sorry. My dick's just really busy."
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Eventually, Hera passed out, and my cock still stood proudly, aimed at the sky.
"...Not enough."
Hera was unconscious.
She couldn't handle my cock, my libido.
So finding other women was only natural.
I was not at fault.
If there was fault, it was only that Hera was too weak to keep up.
"...Tch."
I rose from the bed and looked at myself in the mirror.
Glorious golden hair.
Blue eyes with lightning glinting inside.
A bronze-toned, solidly muscled body.
But my back was covered with the scratch marks Hera had left with her nails.
Anyone could see they were gouges left by a woman during sex, and her kiss marks were smeared across my collarbone.
"...This is going to be a bit embarrassing."
I was running a little late for the regular council meeting.
If anyone saw my back, they'd surely nag me.
'But what can they do about it, even if they complain?'
I was the Supreme God. I was the head of Olympus.
'Wasn't it me who saved them from being raped by the Titan race? Wasn't it me who led the Gigantomachy to victory?'
If not for me, they'd all be in some Titan-run pregnancy factory by now, birthing half-blood hybrids of Titans and goddesses.
Only one being could possibly kill me.
And even that was uncertain whether it truly existed or not.
A council where no one dared to rebel.
Though it was called a council, it was really just a regular occasion to see faces and exchange greetings.
"Fine. What can they do?"
Were they any different from Hera?
All twelve of the Olympians were goddesses I'd already fucked.
Swoosh.
I mounted a cloud and rose upward.
The sky was still clear, and my cock still stood erect like a lightning rod.
"Now, who shall I fuck today?"
This was me.
Zeus.
Ruler of the sky. Master of Olympus. And also...
The God of Procreation.
The golden-haired, bronzed Zeus — that was me.