Battle of the Main Wives (1)
Battle of the Main Wives (1)
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Although Zeus could simply appoint a principal wife, he instead proclaimed that the goddesses should try to seduce him.
As this shocking news spread throughout Olympus, many goddesses began carefully mulling over and dissecting Zeus's words.
Why had Zeus told them to seduce him?
What exactly was the role of the mistress of Olympus, the principal wife, that the ability to captivate Zeus had become the qualification?
No one could figure out the reason.
Because when they thought about the qualifications of a principal wife and considered a certain woman, the answer became painfully obvious.
Out of countless women, Zeus had deliberately chosen to accept Metis—a Titan born as a nymph—as his principal wife.
Although much time had passed since Metis's disappearance, Zeus continued to openly show that his love for her had not cooled, placing Athena in positions of importance.
So people thought:
Could it be that Zeus still hasn't gotten over Metis?
But as the master of Olympus, he can't leave the position of principal wife vacant forever.
So maybe that's why he told the goddesses to seduce him?
The goddesses grasped what they believed to be Zeus's meaning and reached several conclusions.
"Try to seduce me."
In other words, it was an SOS from Zeus, asking them to help shift even some of the love he still held for Metis toward another woman!
"What kind of bullshit is that?"
"That's what everyone is saying, Brother."
While tending the flames of the hearth alongside me, Hestia brought me up to speed on the goddesses' movements.
"Perhaps they misunderstood because you spoke so meaningfully, Brother?"
"I didn't say it with any special meaning."
"Every word you utter carries weight simply because it's you. If people knew your true inner thoughts, they'd all be shocked, you know. Ugh, this is the Supreme God of Olympus? That's how they'd react."
"...Hestia, you know me far too well."
I reached out and pressed Hestia's cheeks firmly with both hands.
"Now that you've discerned my true nature, I can't let you live."
"Oh my, have you finally decided to become a cruel supreme god who purges even his own siblings? Or do you intend to pleasure me until I die from it?"
"The latter, obviously."
I lifted Hestia up in one swift motion.
Her robe hid her figure to a degree, and her hair was indigo, but Hestia was undeniably buxom.
"No, not while I'm working."
Hestia pressed her index finger against my forehead and shook her head.
"Later, when my turn comes around, I'll see you then in bed. Doing it now would break the rules."
"That's not fair. I'm hard right now."
"Then I'll help you finish while we talk."
Hestia offered a handjob as a substitute for sex and sat me down.
I had no choice but to sit in the chair, and I was startled by what Hestia did next.
Slip.
Hestia gripped my cock with her bare foot.
Then she began pressing down firmly on my shaft, using her toes and the sole of her foot.
"Hestia, you...?"
"My hands need to tend the hearth. My mouth needs to speak. If I used my breasts, there's a risk the hearth would wobble, but...doing it with my feet like this isn't a problem, is it?"
Wink.
Hestia winked as she thrust an iron poker into the flames burning within the hearth, making the fire flare up even more intensely.
"While I'm here, I can know everything that unfolds everywhere through the hearth. The reason Lord Zeus entrusted this hearth to me is because he believed I would never speak of it outside these walls."
Hestia is more tight-lipped than anyone.
That's why I assigned her the role of managing the hearth—that is, 'fire itself.'
A Titan god can perceive things through flame.
In particular, this flame is synchronized with fires kindled across the lands, serving as a beacon that allows Olympus to instantly detect enemy incursions.
And the flame's ability to view other places is not limited to the outskirts of Greece.
Right here, within Olympus itself, one can clearly overhear the conversations the people of Olympus are having.
"To return to the matter of the principal wife...everyone seems to share a common thought. Because Lord Zeus is handsome. Because Lord Zeus rescued me. Because Lord Zeus is the ruler of Olympus. Because Lord Zeus's sex is incredible. And the ultimate reason that encompasses all those reasons for wanting to become the principal wife..."
"Sex."
Squelch.
"That's right. It's sex."
Hestia caught my glans between her toes and began twirling it in circles.
"They say that if you become the principal wife, you can have sex far more often than the other women. And...that's also true."
"That's certainly true."
Before Metis vanished.
Setting aside scheduled sex, if you looked at how often I voluntarily took a woman to bed, Metis's share was substantial.
If I had sex ten times a day, at least one of those was always with Metis.
Sometimes she wanted it, sometimes I wanted it.
There were even times before important councils when we'd do a quick creampie, and she'd enter the council chamber with my semen still inside her belly.
It wasn't strictly because she was the principal wife, but it's also true that I had sex with her a lot because Metis was an attractive woman.
In other words, the goddesses could reasonably assume that the principal wife is an attractive woman certified by Zeus, guaranteed to have sex with him at any time and in any place.
It's an accurate misunderstanding that needs no correction.
"So everyone wants to become the principal wife. Congratulations, Brother. So many women want to become your principal wife purely out of a desire to receive more of your love, not for power or anything else."
"What about you?"
"...Hmph."
Hestia simply smiled quietly.
Then she spread her big toe and second toe wide apart, and began sliding them up and down the shaft of my cock.
"The goddesses are pointing to three people as final championship candidates. Do you know who?"
"Who?"
"Hera, Demeter, and Hestia."
"Aren't they all my sisters?"
Including herself.
Hestia chuckled, her gaze fixed on the hearth while her foot continued caressing my cock.
"That's right. Truthfully, there are two who pose an even greater threat, but they're rulers of the outer realms rather than mistresses of Olympus."
"That's true."
Neptune and Hades.
As rulers of the sea and the underworld respectively, it would be quite awkward for either of them to become the mistress of Olympus.
The mistress of Olympus must always remain in Olympus.
Neptune and Hades must spend more time in their own domains than on Olympus, so their circumstances are not suited to fulfilling the role of mistress.
That's likely why Hera, Demeter, and Hestia have risen as the top contenders.
"For Titan gods, the closer the blood relation, the stronger and more excellent the child that is born. When blood mixed by half reunites and blends together again, a powerful Titan is destined to be born. Heh."
"So that's why my sisters are the championship candidates?"
"Yes. Even looking at it objectively...I don't think we are inferior to the other goddesses."
Hestia turned her head toward me, her gaze growing serious.
"It's the same for me, Brother. If it's Hera or Sister Demeter—if it's one of us sisters, I can accept it. But if you are thinking of another woman in your heart...then."
Squelch.
"I will seduce you."
Hestia pressed my cock firmly from both sides with her two feet.
"That's my position. At the very least, the principal wife must emerge from among us sisters. If that doesn't happen, then I myself will step forward and turn your heart."
"...I understand perfectly, Hestia."
I understood Hestia's bold ambition well.
Now it was time to use her help to grasp the movements of the other goddesses.
"Hestia, please watch carefully to see if any goddess suddenly bolts in response to this matter."
"Bolts?"
"Yes. Like a startled horse suddenly dashing off—this is the perfect opportunity to filter out those who engage in dangerous behavior or slander rivals during this principal-wife selection...the malicious pussies."
"Pfft."
Hestia seemed to laugh genuinely.
"'Malicious pussies'... I understand what you mean. You want to weed out the women who try to exploit your favor, correct?"
"Yes. You understand precisely."
I intended to take out insurance through Hestia.
"If there's a woman who tries to win through methods other than competing fairly with her pussy, I'll have to discipline her quite severely. For example, making someone sick with poison, secretly cutting their hair, injuring their face, or...yes, committing wicked deeds even while carrying a child in her womb."
During pregnancy, a time when even seeing only good things, hearing only good things, and feeling only good things is barely enough—if someone fails to heed Rhea's special pregnancy lectures and harbors dark intentions?
She must be expelled from Olympus.
I know well what happens to a group of women when the leader fails to firmly hold the center.
Titans are women too.
"Heh, Brother, really. Please don't worry about that. The goddesses currently carrying your child are more gentle and kind-hearted than you imagine."
"Huh?"
"They won't do things like poisoning or such extreme actions. They know they'll draw your disfavor and be cast out if they do. They might think of such actions in their minds, but no fool would actually carry them out."
"...Well, that's a relief."
If they say they'll compete fairly through feminine charm, I welcome it wholeheartedly.
"Good. Now that my work is gradually wrapping up, I'll need to date one goddess each day going forward, before they become pregnant. I should spend time with them as lovers, just the two of us."
"Just the two of us...as lovers?"
"Yes. Holding hands and going for walks together, packing lunchboxes and strolling through flower-blossomed forests for flower-viewing... Why? What's wrong?"
Hestia blinked, startled.
She was so startled that even her foot, which had been caressing my cock right up to the brink of ejaculation, came to a stop.
"Did I say something strange?"
"...No, Brother, you really do say unexpected things."
I used to have dates with Metis often, just the two of us, but it seemed the very concept of lovers being lovey-dovey didn't exist here.
Well, in a world where men force themselves on women and make them spread their legs, how could something like dating possibly exist?
'I'm sick of doing nothing but having sex all the time.'
Sometimes I want to revive that old feeling.
Specifically...
"Brother."
"Yes?"
"When you do this date thing...aren't you ultimately planning to have sex?"
"..."
How did she know.
"Hmm... To be honest, I'm not ambitious about the principal wife position, but dating and then having sex...might be a little special? Brother, let's date. Date."
It seems I've inadvertently lit a fire under Hestia's enthusiasm.