Chapter 105 – The Subjugated Goddess
Thus ended the long yet short frenzy.
Starting with a deep and violent kiss, the virgin goddess, whose body and mind had been toyed with, fainted amidst continuous pleasure, exuding a lewd fragrance.
Carefully, I lifted her well-tuned body and laid her on the cloak spread on the floor, taking a moment to admire the sight.
“Huuuh... huuuuuh...”
Artemis, who barely escaped the pleasure akin to torture that continued until just a moment ago, fainted.
However, her body still twitched with the lingering echoes of that climax, and her sweat-drenched, sharp beauty had already melted into a flushed state.
The hunting attire, soaked through, clung to the white female form beneath, which had been toyed with countless times by my hands, stained a pleasing red hue for my visual delight. Most exquisite of all was the secret sanctuary of her lower abdomen, steeped in a rich aroma, marked by the dark gleam of a cursed brand.
“What was it called, the vulva?”
The Goddess Artemis’s chastity remained intact, yet the woman named Artemis had already succumbed to my hands, as marked by the brand.
A symbol of the accomplishment of violating a pure goddess, an object of endless male admiration, and evidence that my patience had reached divine levels.
Yes, I had overcome it.
The desire to violate this alluring, lascivious, yet still pure and fiercely defiant goddess named Artemis.
“Consuming is simple, but that wouldn’t be as fun.”
Just like wine needs to age deeply to taste good.
This pure goddess, too, needed to ripen on her own and fall into my hands willingly to make it truly meaningful.
Honestly, it was hard to resist, but I thought that waiting, leaving it for future enjoyment, might make it even sweeter.
“Above all, dealing with two gods filled with resentment towards me is a bit burdensome right now.”
I never thought that the martial arts I had honed and the martial prowess I had built were low.
However, unlike the human-centric era of the Central Plains Murim world, this mythological Greece was teeming with countless variables like gods, spirits, and beasts.
Those who shared the same air as me and traversed the heavens and earth were divine beings who considered humans, or even gods or spirits of the same level, trivial.
Unless it was during my orphanage days in Passos when I imagined life as a fisherman or hunter.
If I flaunt my past life’s knowledge and slightly superior martial arts, I might be devoured in an instant.
Thus, my primary task upon entering the Forest of Heroes was to restore my martial prowess and establish my position in this era.
The gods, whether directly or indirectly involved, began to entangle, and it wasn’t just any ordinary gods but more than three of the Twelve Divine Demons from mythology.
Moreover, as I started forming bonds with the other protagonists of mythology, the heroes, the self-imposed tasks progressed smoothly.
I once sparred with the Olympian Goddess Artemis on Passos Island.
Afterward, I also crossed spears with the great sage Chiron, who experienced the Titanomachy.
I even fought with the great hero Hercules, whose combat prowess ranked top in mythology.
I went as far as having my martial arts verified by Ares, the god whose domain was akin to my patron deity, Asura.
I had encountered Hera, who showed unexpected power beyond merely chastising heroes, as well as less renowned goddesses like Nemesis and Eris.
The biggest challenge that came from all these encounters was none other than Artemis, a goddess known for her supreme arrogance among males.
The Goddess of the Crescent Moon, the Guardian of Chastity, the Eternal Huntress.
Following her lineage, she was a part of the Twelve Olympians, born to a Titan mother and the God Zeus of Olympus, with her brother being the Sun God Apollo.
In short, she was a goddess born with a divine silver spoon, surpassing even a golden one.
Sure, her early life was hard, with her mother fleeing from Hera while pregnant with twins, chased by the great serpent Python.
But such hardships were soon overshadowed as her father raised her, a child not even born of his lawful wife, to the rank of a major god. And what a portfolio of divine duties she held: the protector of travelers under the night sky, the mistress of forests and game by moonlight, the ruler of the wild, the tyrant of purity who held the fates of maidens in her hands.
It was sickening how privileged she was.
“Haaah?!”
Artemis, who was lying next to me, arched her body like a bow and let out a rough moan.
The sweat and body fluids running down her flushed, trembling legs under the moonlight made it clear that the curse I had etched had taken hold perfectly.
I couldn’t help but smile at the strong and refreshing scent, reminiscent of mint, that emanated from her.
“Ha! Haaaah?!”
“Isn’t it truly ironic, Artemis? The curse you cast to mock and kill me miserably has instead become the trigger for your own corruption.”
The form of the black snake I briefly transformed into, and the venomous fangs that pierced the goddess’s neck.
Above all, the curse mark engraved on Artemis’s lower abdomen and the divine power of the Godly Demonic Qi resonating with it were all adaptations of the power and curse Artemis had shown me.
In the end, the Goddess of Purity, due to her own severe nature and arrogance, unknowingly handed over everything for her own downfall.
“How delightful is this? Don’t you agree?”
The lips, like petals, that were violated by me, as long as the goddess named Artemis exists as the Goddess of Purity, she could never dare to confess to anyone that she had already succumbed to pleasure several times.
No matter how hard she ran to escape me, her legs, soaked in lust and trembling with desire, would only carry her back to me, eager to offer herself to me.
And when the lust of her body finally consumed even her soul, and the cursed mark on her sanctuary bloomed fully, the beautiful myth of Artemis would, at last, fall into my hands.
This was the key to my eternal victory in this war.
What I wanted from this arrogant loser was not simply a night’s pleasure.
What I truly desired from her was complete submission and obedience.
To others, she might still be the sharp Goddess of the Hunt, the eternal Guardian of Chastity.
But before me, she would abandon all that, prostrating herself at my feet, voluntarily becoming a bitch that craves pleasure and affection.
Casting aside pride, dignity, and divinity, obeying my orders, forgetting even Zeus and Apollo, thinking only of me, the eternally perfect slave.
Artemis, the once pure and proud goddess, would fall so low that her only desire would be to satisfy my whims like a slave.
That was truly the trophy I desired today.
“Shall I try to wake her up now?”
The curse engraved on the goddess’s womb was not a mere brand.
It was a curse that seized the vessel containing the most powerful vitality of a woman, akin to the dantian for a warrior.
Moreover, the body marked by this was the divine spirit of a god, pure and unified with mind and body.
In other words, the sacred body of the goddess had become a mere toy for me, and with a flick of my hand, she could only writhe in pleasure and anguish.
[Wake up.]
“Hyaah?!”
The goddess’s body faithfully obeyed my command and awoke, and her eyes, soaked in confusion, met mine.