[System ssage: Do you want to summon a Random Goddess? Able to summon: 1]
The system screen faded, and the world around him rippled.
Sowhere far beyond mortal reach—in a divine realm brimming with fragrant flowers and sun-kissed adows—a golden-haired woman knelt among blooming lilies and radiant marigolds. The light of the sun poured down gently, casting a soft glow on her fair skin and making her hair shimr like woven sunlight.
Andrea, the Goddess of Passion, was humming softly as she picked petals with graceful, practiced hands.
"This should be enough for today~" she said, her voice cheerful and full of life. She stood up, brushing her gown as she looked over the gentle garden she called ho. Her dress was light yellow, delicate yet clinging to her
figure in a way that made it impossible not to notice her curves. Amber eyes full of spark and curiosity gazed at the mortal world below a world she had quietly observed with growing fascination.
Unlike the harsher deities or aloof goddesses, Andrea held a warm affection for the mortal realm.
She had watched them, laughed with them from afar, and even wept in silence at their struggles. A small, harmless desire had been growing in her heart the desire to one day descend and experience what it ant to live like them.
But fate had a different plan.
Without warning, a golden chain of light snapped into existence around her wrist. Andrea’s smile faltered. Her body trembled, her divine strength flickering, and her surroundings began to distort.
"W-What... is this?!"
She didn’t have ti to react. The flowers around her blurred into nothingness.
And then.
Snap.
She opened her eyes again. But now, she was inside a room—a mortal dwelling. In front of her stood a boy.
He wasn’t particularly imposing. He looked youthful, his black hair slightly tousled and his green eyes calm but alert. His body was lean, but held the faint outlines of strength. He gave off no divine presence—only a strange, almost disarming steadiness.
Reo, sitting cross-legged, looked up from his system screen. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of the glowing woman who had appeared out of thin air.
"So... Goddess of Passion, huh?" he murmured, amused by the irony.
Andrea blinked, visibly flustered. Her hand reached for her chest as she felt her divine core muted, her power sealed behind a thick, unseen wall.
"W-Who are you? What am I doing here?" she asked, her voice shaky but not hostile.
She could feel it clearly—her connection to the divine realm was severed. A powerful summoning had brought her here, binding her. There was no escape.
Her radiant amber eyes stared at him, hopeful and confused, but not afraid. There was innocence in her gaze—pure, untainted curiosity.
Compared to Althea’s cold, proud, and elegant deanor, Andrea was like sunlight—bright, unguarded, and warm. She didn’t bristle or act defiant. If anything, her childlike wonder made her seem more approachable... perhaps dangerously so.
"First off, I’m Reo," he said flatly, eyeing her with both interest and weariness. "And second, you’re mine now. You’re bound to . I can do whatever I want with you."
Andrea’s mouth opened slightly, her breath catching, but he quickly followed up.
"...Don’t worry. I won’t force if you want your boundaries. There’s just one way to regain your powers."
Reo pulled up the system panel again
[Goddess Power Unseal Progress: 0.1%]
"It resets?" he muttered with a sigh. "Only applies per Goddess... of course."
Andrea tilted her head, her Golden hair swaying as she sat down beside him without hesitation. Her energy was almost infectious.
"How do I get it back, then?" she asked sincerely, eyes sparkling with a strange mixture of excitent and determination.
Reo sighed, rubbing his forehead. "By... pleasuring you."
Andrea blinked. "S-So... you just have to give delicious food? Or rub my back? Or maybe give a warm blanket and tuck in?!"
Her tone was genuine. There was no irony, no teasing. Just pure, unfiltered innocence.
Reo groaned and facepald. "No. Not that kind of pleasure," he muttered, voice low.
Andrea tilted her head the other way, looking completely lost.
"A... different kind?" she echoed. "Like... tickling?"
"...No."
He sighed again, deeper this ti, wondering if the system had intentionally sent him the most naive and wholeso Goddess in existence. It was going to be a pain trying to explain things to her. Still, he glanced at her while sitting.
"There’s a ranking system here," he started, choosing to shift the conversation toward sothing easier to grasp. "G to SSS. I’m currently F-, and that affects how much power I can give you."
Andrea nodded attentively, even taking out a tiny notepad Summoning it out of Nowhere from who-knows-where She writing it all down. Reo stared.
"You’re actually... writing this down?"
"Of course!" she said proudly, puffing out her chest with a radiant grin.
Reo chuckled, slightly caught off guard by her enthusiasm. "Right now, we’re in Aspiring City in the South one of six major regions, but The Aspiring city was only average or rather weak compared to the Major Cities."
"The World Here is Cruel so don’t be Fooled" Reo muttered Looking at her.
Her eyes suddenly turned a bit dark a unusual expression in The Realm were She exist is in one of the Most Era a God or Goddess could Be Born.
Chaos Pure Chaos But None of the God or Goddess Died only So extrely injured.
But if one of them Died The Rules of the Reality would Take a Huge hit...
Then, her eyes t Reo’s again, and her tone returned to its usual playfulness.
"But for now... I’ll follow your lead. So, mortal..." she said her tone still soft, "pleasure on what you Say earlier."
Reo coughed into his fist. "Y-Yeah. Right"
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