"Asshole!"
Althea’s voice rang through the apartnt, sharp and trembling—a strange cocktail of fury, sha, and sothing she didn’t want to admit. Her silver teeth clenched, her crimson eyes burning with both humiliation and disbelief.
I froze, watching her carefully.
Her icy mask was cracking.
Gone was the proud, aloof goddess who looked down on all mortal things with disdain. In her place was soone disoriented, vulnerable—perhaps even afraid of how little control she truly had
Her body trembled, still held by the system’s bindings, unable to move as she shielded her face with her arm, trying to hide from , from herself. She was trembling, not out of fear, but from the ache between her Legs.
And i was looking at her naked glorious flawless body while between her Legs was already open.
For a long, stretched-out mont, neither of us said anything. The room was silent but tense, the atmosphere thick with the remnants of power and wounded pride.
Althea had never been this exposed. Not physically—though the restrictions left her in a vulnerable state—but emotionally. The goddess untouched by mortal hands, unbothered by their joys or sorrows, now found herself undone by the things happening for the past Days.
She gritted her teeth again, but this ti, it wasn’t out of fury—it was restraint. The ache within her was visible now, not sothing she could deny or suppress any longer. Her pride scread for her to resist, to spit venom, to maintain her cold superiority.
But her lips quivered.
"P-Please," she whispered. Her voice cracked, no longer sharp, no longer cold. Just... raw. "J-Just Let ... have a release."
It was a request, not a command.
I blinked, stunned. Of all the reactions I expected from her, submission—even for a mont—wasn’t one of them. Althea, the Ice Goddess, was lowering herself, admitting sothing even she didn’t want to believe.
I didn’t respond imdiately. For the first ti in a long while, I wasn’t sure what to say.
She was still looking away, her arm covering her eyes, as if hoping that if she couldn’t see , I wouldn’t see her either. Her cheeks were flushed, not just from sha, but from the tension bottled inside her. The goddess wasn’t used to feeling—let alone being seen in the midst of emotion.
I finally stepped forward and knelt beside her, not invading her space, but close enough that she would feel my presence. "So," I murmured, my voice soft, "the ice cracks after all."
She didn’t speak.
I Chuckled. not mockingly, but with quiet understanding. And finnaly Licked her making her Moaned again.
"Told you there will be Punishnt your Punch earlier really hurts~"
Althea’s lip trembled again, and she turned her face further away.
"Ngh~ Ah~..."
"D-Don’t get cocky," she muttered finally, her voice rasping, brittle. "T-This changes nothing."
i didn’t stop Licking her as she spoke her voice muffled as she tried to not moan.
"T-This doesn’t Even F-Feel G-Good~" her voice sound Mocking but when i Pierce inside her she Moaned
"Aghh~... " her voice sounded as if she was extrely satisfied...
Finnaly i pulled back as she finnaly had her released and after i Stopped binding her she imdiately Cleanse herself.
She composed herself Back in her cold expression but her Face was still fkushed red as her Crimson eyes Gaze at .
The system pinged.
[ Goddess Unseal Progress 1% ]
I noted the update, but my attention remained on her.
Althea finally looked up. Her eyes weren’t furious now. They were heavy—with questions, with disbelief, with emotions she clearly hated not understandher What she had done earlier
Lowering her Pride do such Things...
"I..." she began, then trailed off.
I didn’t push her to finish. Instead, I sat back on the worn couch and stretched out.
"Rest," I said.
She didn’t respond, but she didn’t argue either.
She was utterly exhausted.
Even without the bindings he had placed on her earlier, Althea would still be helpless. After all, she had just released a A ranked aura—an action that drained the vast majority of her already restricted power.
That alone would have left her reeling. But on top of that, she had also used her dwindling strength to heal him, nding the bruises he earned through their plan.
It had taken more out of her Power than she would ever she had anticipated.
When she first sat down—gracefully, as always, despite the weight on her shoulders—she felt like she might collapse at any mont. Her limbs ached, her Power flickering dimly within her. The ever-present cold that usually surrounded her like a divine mantle now barely lingered at her fingertips.
But she just Endure for a Mont.
Because she anticipated what was coming.
She knew his behavior by now—his patterns, Surely he would Pleasure her again and Punished her what she have done earlier and before she could lay down Althea was already Pushed having Rest.
She hadn’t expected. For him too do such things That she thought she would just Have so Release.
And She did not expected too Lower her Pride.
Despite the embarrassnt. Despite the frustration. Despite the ache in her pride, there was no denying that what followed allowed her body to ease its tension—her muscles relaxed, her breathing deepened, and her thoughts, chaotic just monts ago, began to clear.
She hated to admit it.
But it honestly Felt Good...
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