Reviewing Sex Education (1)
Reviewing Sex Education (1)
After the practical sex education session with Amalthea.
We'd taken each other's firsts, but our daily routine didn't change.
I woke in the morning, tidied myself up, and devoted myself to training.
It was closer to ancient Greek military drills than modern exercises like doing a hundred push-ups or sit-ups a day.
Honestly, every day felt like survival school.
As my body grew, the intensity of the training increased day by day, and by then I'd reached the point where I could beat a giant lion to death with my bare hands.
Is it tough?
Calling it tough was a bit ambiguous.
'My body is overflowing with vitality.'
The body of a god was magnificent, and its stamina was practically infinite.
No matter how much I repeated the training, I never collapsed from exhaustion.
Someone starting exercise for the first time might struggle due to abysmal stamina, but from the moment I was born, I inherited the blood and flesh of a gym nut.
I grew stronger the more I was worn down.
Even if I used my physical vitality to its limit, I recovered completely after a night's sleep.
Even serious wounds healed quickly, and scars faded and vanished after a little time.
'As expected of Zeus.'
Heracles didn't grow up into a solid wall of muscle for nothing.
The great hero Heracles became a human champion so mighty even the gods feared him because of the countless trials placed upon him, but fundamentally, the genes he got from Zeus must have played their own substantial role.
Zeus's physical form brims with power.
Unable to contain the overflowing vitality, there were times I deliberately pushed my body to its limit, swinging weapons and training in martial arts.
Since there was practically no physical ceiling to martial training, the only thing left was a mental issue.
Boredom.
Monotony.
A thirst for something new, a desire to escape the repeating daily cycle.
I solved that with combat training.
I learned swordsmanship, axe-fighting, spearmanship, and archery.
Amalthea spared no effort supporting the combat training I wanted, and thanks to her instruction, I could learn and grow without much trouble.
Amalthea—she is my perfect nursemaid and tutor.
'I get why Gaia assigned Amalthea as my teacher.'
It wasn't simply because she's a big-breasted, beautiful nymph.
Amalthea is a nymph, but she is also a scholar and a warrior.
Clang, clang!
—Down!
I swung my sword against Amalthea's afterimage.
Amalthea's phantom spun her body leisurely away from my blade as it aimed for her shoulder, creating distance.
—Even an opponent who looks slow can be faster than you. Always prepare for the next move after you attack.
Though it wasn't truly there, I swung my sword at the imagined phantom, recalling the experience of crossing blades with her all this time.
Clang, clang!
The light in Amalthea's eyes as she swung her sword was that of an utterly serious female warrior.
The woman who had begged me to please do it harder in bed wasn't here. There was only a nymph warrior who was outmatched in power but relied on the flexibility of her wrists and her nimble body to contend with technique.
Amalthea taught me how to live in Greece while also training me in swordsmanship and various other martial arts.
The overthrow of Cronus.
Shallow tricks won't work on the being who became the king of the gods.
Especially the great scythe he uses—it can split even a marble pillar that both arms together couldn't fully wrap around.
If I tried to block it with half-baked strength, I'd probably get cut in half at the waist and become a Je/us.
So I learned the nymph's swordsmanship.
Using a nimble body to be faster than the opponent.
Against a powerful enemy, examining and striking their weak points.
The moment you find an opening, you thrust in fast!
Smack.
The phantom Amalthea vanished.
"Ah...!"
Amalthea, whom I'd never once defeated until now, had finally been struck by my sword—even if it was only her afterimage.
Heh.
The phantom Amalthea smiled at me as if she were proud.
I was so overcome with emotion that I nearly threw myself at her phantom to hug her tight.
"...Ahem."
To anyone watching, it would look like some guy who'd been flailing around alone with a sword, making a spectacle of himself, was now grinning gleefully and hugging empty air.
I pounded my chest to calm my heart.
'Now I can reach her, just a little.'
I wasn't yet fully physically prepared, but I could tell at a glance that my combat power was growing day by day.
"...Haha."
The area around me was devastated.
The ground was cracked, as if lightning had struck and shattered it.
Heh-heh, so now even this island can't withstand my power.
...It was half a joke, but also half the truth.
'I should consult Amalthea.'
How much had my combat power grown?
And how much stronger would I have to become in the future to kill Cronus?
I would be able to gauge that scale through Amalthea.
But I found out my thinking was wrong only after Amalthea heard my question and gave her answer.
—You won't be able to defeat Cronus alone.
Comrades.
...Come to think of it, Zeus didn't rescue his siblings and capture Cronus alone; he ran the Cronus raid in a three-man party with his brothers.
That's right.
My first mission was 'saving lives.'
* * *
With Cronus having swallowed Rhea's last child, the tragedies came to an end.
But there was one point that needed clarifying regarding the word 'last.'
Cronus would no longer impregnate Rhea?
Yes.
Surprisingly, after devouring that final sixth child, Cronus no longer touched Rhea.
He had grown 'bored.'
—This is no longer entertaining.
Faced with Rhea, who had lost all her children and was living like a broken doll, Cronus had simply grown tired of violating her.
—There are plenty of goddesses like you. I won't cast you out, for the sake of our marital bond.
Cronus brought Rhea out of the confinement cave.
Rhea gained the freedom to go outside on her own, but she never stepped even a little beyond Cronus's temple.
She just made six dolls, treated those children as if they were her own, and spent every day in tears.
The tragedy of Rhea spread throughout the temple, and discontent toward Cronus intensified.
Because Rhea's tragedy was simply too sad?
No.
As Rhea had, so to speak, 'broken,' Cronus began roaming around looking for new toys.
—Kheheh. Go on, try to resist!
—No, please! I hate this! Aaagh!!
Cronus began raping other women!
As if he derived pleasure from the act of violating someone itself.
As if he took pride in overpowering a resisting woman with brute force.
He began to violate goddesses, nymphs, and even human women.
He stole someone's wife, raped someone's younger sister, and forced someone's daughter into his bedchamber.
But no one could rebel against Cronus.
Cronus is the one who cut off Uranus's genitals with a scythe.
If anyone could have dared to defeat Cronus, Gaia would have told them to deal with him long ago.
But everyone capable of subjugating Cronus had been sealed by Cronus.
He had rescued Gaia's sons to subdue Uranus, but in the end, he himself sealed the 'Cyclopes,' who were a threat to him, just as he had Uranus.
There was no one who could oppose Cronus.
—I will never... surrender!
—Khaha! If I collected the cunt-juice of every woman who talked like you, I'd have filled the River Styx long ago. Let's see how long you can keep resisting!
The one stroke of fortune, if you could call it that, was that Cronus only touched one woman at a time, stopping only once her spirit broke and she fell into despair, like Rhea.
And that he no longer got them pregnant.
When he was violating Rhea alone, he solved it by devouring the children. But as he stopped confining himself to Rhea and started wandering outside the home, he began managing his lower half in his own way.
He wouldn't get them pregnant.
Instead, he would rape them.
Women's bloody tears fell across Greece.
A situation where no one could stop Cronus's atrocities.
The era was beginning to await a new hero.
* * *
"Sex."
"That's right. The act where a man and a woman share love and join their genitals together is called sex."
Late at night.
Amalthea was teaching me more about sex.
The sex-ed materials she'd brought from outside contained some content that was rather graphic, and some that was informative.
"So, Sister, you're saying if you do it too often, your body gets worn out?"
"Yes. To maintain a healthy sexual relationship... um... about once a week..."
Amalthea fiddled with her fingers and avoided my gaze.
'Give a good answer.'
Our future sex life could change depending on how she answered.
Pretending to be calm, I fervently hoped Amalthea's fingers would spread open as wide as possible.
"...Three times?"
"Okay, got it. Three times."
Fuck.
"But why three times?"
"...Because two felt too few, and four felt like too many?"
No.
That's wrong.
Three times a day isn't even that much, so how can I only do it three times a week!
"I understand, Sister. But uh... what if I feel like I just can't hold back?"
I started haggling.
Right now, before an exact promise is made, there's still a tiny bit of room to rub my dick against the situation and get something more.
"Should I... do it by myself?"
"...I'll give you a hand then. I-I mean, I'll help you out."
After I'd taken her virginity.
Amalthea sometimes started using polite speech with me.
When she was raising me and I kept calling her Sister, she treated me casually. But as I gradually grew and my divinity began flowing from within, that seemed to affect her.
'She's the kind of woman polite speech suits to begin with.'
A gentle, kind-hearted older nymph.
She doesn't have a haughty, spiteful, or overbearing vibe, but a friendly one where polite speech doesn't feel awkward at all.
'Someday, the day will come when instead of "harder," she says "please do it harder."'
Just thinking about it sends a thrill through me.
The limit of only three times a week is a bit of a dick-punch, but still, isn't sex every other day manageable?
"Oh, right. I'll step out for just a moment."
"...Huh? Sister, didn't you say we weren't doing it now?"
We'd learned about sex and knew the proper frequency, so naturally, the next step was practice.
But Amalthea said she would go somewhere for a moment.
She clasped her hands together toward me with an unbearably apologetic face.
"...Can you wait just a moment?"
"...Fine. But come back soon."
Amalthea went outside with quick little steps.
The silhouette visible through her simple white dress naturally made my cock stand up in anger.
* * *
Late at night.
Amalthea slipped out of the cave and stood before someone.
"O great—"
"Shh."
Rustle.
Before Amalthea could even finish her greeting, the fragrance sprinkled over her face caused her to lose consciousness.