Chapter 138: Chapter 105: Artemis' Fall from Grace? (Extra update for alliance leader Eternal yo, reaching 12,000 a day)_2

"It's just for one night, we can squeeze in."

Luo En said, pulling out two spare blankets from the Magic Circle Diagram, and casually laid down on one side, making room for the greater part of the space.

Artemis hesitated for a moment but eventually did not reject the kindness and lay down on the other side.

Feeling the warmth of the delicate body inches away from his back, Luo En's eyes widened as he stared at the wooden patterns of the cabin, recalling a certain golden oracle from the altar and couldn't help but feel extremely conflicted.

Damn corruption, damn your grandpa!

If I really dared to make a move, wouldn't that crazy woman shoot me full of holes when she recovers?

Accompanied by a torrent of complaints in his mind, a sulky Luo En raised his hand behind him, wishing he could slap that dice-rolling Goddess through the air.

"Smack!"

However, because he raised his hand too vigorously, the back of his hand solidly struck a bountiful and soft object, sending a crisp sound echoing through the cabin.

Luo En stiffly turned his head only to discover that at some point, the Goddess of the Hunt had turned over, now facing him directly.

In an instant, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

He repeatedly apologized as he tried to promptly withdraw that guilty hand from Artemis' embrace.

However, due to the cramped and narrow cabin, with no place to rest his arm, it flailed about, successively touching the Goddess of the Hunt's thigh and arm.

In the moonlight, a pair of blue eyes shimmering with silver light, gazed faintly at the person opposite.

Luo En just felt his scalp tingle as his heartbeat slowed down a beat.

Fortunately, it seemed that the goodwill he had accumulated earlier took effect, and Artemis just watched him silently and didn't say anything in the end.

Phew!

Seeing he successfully retrieved his arm, Luo En breathed a sigh of relief on tenterhooks, turned to his side, and prepared to gently place his hand on the other side.

"Smack!"

However, the crisp sound rang out once more.

Luo En's frame involuntarily stiffened as he looked down.

Thank goodness, both hands were there.

Then...

Luo En slightly tilted his head, and his gaze immediately fell on his waistline hand.

—Pale and slender, as translucent as jade.

With such obvious characteristics, it undoubtedly belonged to the Hunting Goddess.

Man, how could I be so careless?

Gave me a fright...

The victim almost scared into a frenzy from this scare, muttered to himself while cautiously returning the mistakenly placed hand at his waist back to its proper place.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a crisp sound accompanied a weighted pressure on his shoulder.

"Smack!"

Looking at the familiar paw on his shoulder, Luo En nearly burst into tears.

Is touching you by accident such a big deal? Did you have to take revenge this hard?

However, lying on the blanket, he tossed and turned, unable to close his eyes, his mind filled with last night's passionate encounters and Artemis's striking figure when she changed into her hunting attire before departing.

His chaotic thoughts began to fantasize; the Goddess of the Hunt in that hunting attire, what would she look like in the throes of her cries?

Troubling fantasies surged, leaving him staring blankly at the wood grain in the cabin until evening.

With no other choice, Luo En gave up on resting and went outside the cabin.

But as soon as he poked his head out, he nearly collided with a head lingering outside the door.

Luo En's face colored with embarrassment as he inquired casually with a dodging gaze.

"What a coincidence, you're here too?"

"Yes, the moonlight's nice." Artemis turned her head, looking at the setting sun. Stay tuned for updates on M-V-L

"It's quite windy outside, why not come in and sit?"

"Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

"I'd like to hear your thoughts on which way we should head tomorrow..."

"Then... okay?"

Immediately, the door closed again, and after about a quarter of an hour, the glow of the calcite in the cabin was extinguished, as though something had "accidentally" shattered it, followed by an uproar of noise.

In the wee hours of the following day, Luo En sneaked out of the door, made his way to the deck, and while there, did not forget to rub away the marks on his neck and face in the reflection on the water.

This isn't right, you came here to escort the virgin goddess to reclaim her chastity, how could you do this?! You've lost all self-respect!

While adjusting the heading, Luo En engaged in profound self-criticism.

On the third night, the sky was like thick ink,

Two figures preparing to switch shifts unwittingly stood at the door, absorbed in the night view.

After a quarter of an hour of silence, a cough broke the deathly stillness.

"Since we're already here, then..."

"Try again? Yeah, just once..."

The two figures expertly entered the cabin, pulled the door shut, and familiar creaking sounds, accompanied by the rocking of the floorboards, resonated over the sea.

The morning of the fourth day.

A refreshing sea breeze blew across the water, while bright sunlight poured into the cabin.

The flushed-cheeked Goddess of the Hunt, poised and graceful, stretched leisurely and woke up from a begonia-like sleep, donned her clothes as usual, and made her way onto the deck.

The boundless sea, with its gently undulating horizon, came into her view.

"We have arrived, Cyprus Island."

A deep voice came from ahead, causing Artemis's heart to jolt, her expression resolute.

Luo En, who had already been on the deck, recalled the dragon tooth soldiers, avoiding the island's guard patrol, and steered the small boat into a secluded cove, quietly landing ashore.

Seeing they had reached their destination, Artemis solemnly stepped forward, prepared to set foot on this land and commence her true trial.

"We..."

"Wait, don't speak, I am thinking..."

Luo En turned to glance at the radiant face of the Goddess of the Hunt and then at the bruises on his arm that hadn't faded yet, falling into a serious contemplation.

—So, in these three days and nights, who truly fell from grace?