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Important Note: As many of you know, this is a fan translation—but I need to clarify sothing about Chapter 285. The version you’re about to read is not part of the original story. That’s because the real Chapter 285 was banned—yes, banned everywhere, both on official Chinese platforms and even on underground or backup sites.
Why? From what I’ve gathered, it was a not-safe-for-work (NSFW) adult scene that crossed the line for Chinese content regulations. (Don’t ask for the original—I scoured the internet, and it’s completely wiped. Believe , I’m just as curious as you are!)
Now, if it had been just a generic spicy scene, I might’ve skipped over it. But both Chapters 284 and 286 directly reference events from 285—monts that clearly affect the characters’ relationships and emotional developnt. So to keep the story coherent and the Chapter count intact, I pieced together the most likely content based on context and had AI help write a reconstructed fanmade version of Chapter 285.
That’s all—this won’t beco a regular thing. I’m just the translator, not the author. If this kind of scene isn’t your thing, feel free to skip it and imagine a ntal note like: "Sothing spicy and important happened here," then carry on with the story. No judgnt either way!)
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"Sorry, Hestia. But I have to move forward."
Hephaestus’s whisper echoed softly beneath the surface of the steaming bath.
Bell’s heart was still thudding from her confession, and now—with her fingers lightly tangled in his, their legs brushing under the water, and the warmth of her scarlet gaze fixed on him—he wasn’t sure if it was the bath or her that was making him feel light-headed.
"I never imagined... that I’d say sothing like that out loud," Hephaestus murmured, leaning just a little closer, droplets trailing down the smooth line of her collarbone. "But here we are."
Bell swallowed hard.
"I-I didn’t an to make you feel like you had to say it—"
"I wanted to." Her voice was gentle, but firm. "You’re my lover, Bell. I’m claiming you."
That word—lover—slamd into him like a Minotaur charge.
And just as he was trying to ntally reboot, Hephaestus leaned in with a soft smile and whispered:
"You still owe a proper answer."
Then she kissed him.
Not a chaste brush of lips, but sothing deeper, sothing that made Bell’s body tense in surprise—and then slowly lt as her fingers slid behind his neck, coaxing him forward.
His brain shut off completely.
By the ti she broke the kiss, Bell was dazed and breathless.
"You okay?" she teased, voice husky with amusent.
"I—uh—mhm—probably—yes?" he managed, still floating in so kind of ntal haze.
"You sure?" She shifted slightly in the water, straddling his lap before he could even react. "Because you’re not backing away."
"I-I’m not! I an—I don’t want to! I an—uh—"
"Relax." Her forehead pressed lightly to his. "Let lead this ti."
And lead she did.
There was no rush—just slow, heated contact, her body pressing into his, water lapping gently around them. Her hands wandered, but never too far. Her lips brushed his neck, his collarbone. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, unsure of where this was going but powerless to resist.
It wasn’t full-blown intimacy—but it definitely crossed a line.
And then—
SLAM!
"BELL-KUUUUN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HEREEEEEE!?"
A divine shriek exploded through the bathhouse like a thunderclap.
The door swung open with divine fury, and standing in the steam, hands on hips and eyes burning with betrayal, was none other than Hestia herself.
Bell’s soul nearly left his body.
Hephaestus, for her part, calmly turned her head toward the entrance, still comfortably perched in Bell’s lap with not a single towel in sight.
"Good timing," she said with maddening calm. "I was just about to ask Bell-kun how many goddesses he planned to let sit on his lap."
"Y-YOU—YOU—YOU TRAMP-SMITH!!!"
"Hmph." Hephaestus raised her chin with pride. "If I’m a tramp, I’m a successful one."
Bell desperately tried to escape the situation, but Hephaestus subtly kept him in place, her arm around his neck like a warning: Don’t even think about it.
"H-Hestia-sama! It’s not what it looks like!" Bell squeaked, cheeks now permanently dyed red.
"IT’S EXACTLY WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!"
Hestia stomped toward the edge of the bath like she was ready to throw hands—or towels.
"I left for two minutes! TWO! And you’re already getting handsy with my Bell-kun!?"
"You were the one taking too long." Hephaestus shrugged. "I figured you gave up."
"I WAS GETTING THE GOOD SOAP!"
Bell’s mind went completely blank.
Hephaestus, as usual, looked like she was having the ti of her life.
"I’ll leave so for you," she said sweetly. "You can thank later."
"THAT’S IT—I’M GETTING IN!"
"Huh?"
Bell blinked.
Hephaestus raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.
Hestia threw off her robe with a flourish. "Move over! I’m taking my rightful place next to Bell-kun before you corrupt him completely!"
"Oh? So you’re finally doing sothing, huh?" Hephaestus smirked.
"You made ! You forced my hand!"
"Well. About ti."
The two goddesses stared at each other over Bell’s thoroughly flustered head. Steam curled between them like tension made visible.
Bell, caught in the middle, could only sit there like a panicked rabbit.
But sothing about the mont—chaotic, ridiculous, heated—also made his heart feel strangely full.
And as Hestia finally slipped into the water with a splash and positioned herself firmly at his side, Hephaestus leaned back with a victorious smile.
"See?" she murmured, voice low enough only for Bell to hear. "I told you. Moving forward isn’t so bad."
Before he could reply, she tilted her head toward Hestia.
"Don’t worry. I’ll share."
"DON’T YOU DARE SAY THAT!"
Bell let out a strangled noise.
The steam around them rose higher.
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