Chapter 14: Sneaking Out
"Poseidon." Coldly, Khione whispered.
Poseidon.
He was Zeus' brother but also her supposed fiancee.
Her father promised her to Poseidon even though she never accepted it.
She ignored and delayed the process all these years using the excuse of the Demon King to kill.
"What are you doing here, brother? It's rare to see you here?" Zeus asked with a smile.
Usually Poseidon would remain in his palace under water because he didn't like the palace of his brother.
"I came to see my beautiful Khione," Poseidon declared, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Move," Khione coldly pushed Poseidon away.
"Ooouhhh! Always so icy, but I love that about you," Poseidon remarked, licking his lips as he approached Khione once more. "It's time for you to surrender yourself to me, Khione," he insisted.
"I have duties to attend to in the human world," Khione dismissed.
"Oh, forget about them! Let those humans die! No one cares about them!" Poseidon snapped.
"Brother…" Zeus cast a disapproving glance at Poseidon.
"Do you comprehend, brother?! You pursued Hera relentlessly, forcefully fucked her until she relented and became yours! I haven't even gone that far with Khione. I've exercised immense patience, but I've reached my limit," Poseidon declared.
"H-How dare you speak of me like that, Poseidon?!" Hera glared, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Oh, come on, sister. We all know how Zeus ravished you senseless to make you acquiesce," Poseidon grinned. "I heard your moans even from down there."
"YOU!!!" Hera stood up cheeks bright red in anger and embarrassment.
"That's enough, Poseidon," Zeus interjected, shaking his head.
"Do you understand now? I can't hold back much longer. I want her now!" Poseidon declared, his gaze fixed on Khione like a predatory beast.
"Sigh… Khione, it's time for you to accept Poseidon. He's waited long enough," Zeus asserted, taking Poseidon's side.
In front of the Olympian King of Gods, Khione couldn't refuse easily. Still, she spoke up. "At least until we defeat the Demon King.."
"No fucking way! Your useless Heroes will take ten thousand of years before killing him! I want you now." Poseidon glared.
Zeus didn't say anything and looked at Khione. He also thought the same as Poseidon.
Khione bit her lips.
"In three months."
Poseidon's grin widened when he heard that. "Three months?! It's like tomorrow! Ahahaha! Wait for me!!" He cackled before disappearing.
Hera had a smirk on her face.
She was glad of the outcome.
She didn't like Khione because she knew her husband and brother, Zeus, wanted her also. If not for his brother, he would already fucked her and she knew it.
But now she will get fucked by Poseidon.
("Khione.")
As if Poseidon wasn't enough, Khione heard Nathan's voice. She didn't need to be a genius to understand what would happen. She quickly teleported herself away from the Olympus palace.
'It's still better than Poseidon.'
That was her honest thought despite what Nathan was doing to her.
Because she knew that Poseidon was a lot worse than Nathan when it comes to women.
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As the night draped its velvety shroud over our abode, casting long shadows that danced in the flickering glow of torchlight, the day's activities drew to a close. We had partaken of our evening meal, nourishing ourselves with the bounty provided, before retiring to the solace of our chambers in anticipation of restful slumber.
Yet for me, sleep remained an elusive luxury, slipping through my grasp like grains of sand through an open palm. Call it intuition, call it instinct, but I found myself unable to succumb to the embrace of oblivion like the others.
It was a feeling that had gripped me ever since I had intertwined my fate with that of a goddess, drawing upon her essence in ways that transcended mortal comprehension. From the moment I had first touched Khione's divine energy, I had become attuned to her emotions, sensing the undercurrents of fear and tension that pulsed through her being.
Whatever it was that troubled her, it was not a matter to be taken lightly. If even a goddess could be gripped by fear, then the threat it posed must be formidable indeed.
And so, as the moon cast its silvery glow upon the world below, I resolved to seize the cover of darkness to pursue my own agenda. Screw the Empire and its lofty ideals of strength and responsibility - such burdens were not mine to bear.
No, I'd forge my own road to power, free from the scrutiny and judgment of others. In the calm of the night, while everyone else was sleeping, was the perfect moment to train alone.
I threw on a sturdy, weather-beaten shirt and some worn-in pants, snatching up a sword that was more "borrowed without permission" than legitimately acquired from the palace armory. Tossing on a makeshift hooded cap, I slipped out of my quarters, moving like a shadow in the dimly lit corridors.
The castle was eerily quiet, which suited me just fine. My plan was straightforward: make a hasty exit and summon the Goddess once I was beyond these walls. With her guidance, finding and battling monsters would be a breeze. After all, she wouldn't let me meet my demise, right? I mean, my survival was kind of crucial to her own existence, wasn't it?
Sneaking along with all the stealth I could muster, I halted abruptly at the sound of hurried footsteps echoing down the hall. Ducking into a side passage, conveniently adorned with a display of knightly armor, I held my breath, hoping to remain unseen.
But then, in the darkness, I spotted someone else skulking about. Courtney, of all people. She was draped in a cloak much like mine, which begged the question: what was she doing venturing into the men's quarters?
Opting to remain hidden, I watched as she passed by, her movements betraying a sense of urgency.
"Someone is here?"
Just as I thought we were in the clear, a knight's voice sliced through the silence, sending Courtney into a panic. Without missing a beat, she darted for cover.
And guess who ended up being her unwitting accomplice? Yours truly.
With the knight looming dangerously close, I did the only thing I could think of: I pulled Courtney into the shadows and clamped my hand over her mouth, praying he wouldn't spot us. Thankfully, luck was on our side, and the oblivious knight strolled right past.
"Y..You scared me, Jason!!" Once the coast was clear, Courtney wasted no time in voicing her displeasure, mistaking me for Jason.
Seriously? Sure, it was pitch black, but I could see her perfectly well thanks to my enhanced vision not her it seems.
Ah, the irony of it all. Looks like Courtney had snuck out of her room for a rendezvous with this Jason probably to get fucked in his room.
Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I smirked looking at my situation.
Luck is always on my side.
I brought my face closer, inhaling the scent of her perfume that lingered in the air.
She was prepared.
"Ah~ Jason…" Her soft moan escaped her lips as I kissed her neck, intoxicated by her fragrance.
I gently removed her cloak, revealing a tantalizing white negligee that hugged her curves.
Her delicate décolletage was on display, hinting at her petite size but good for her age.
I'd say she was an A cup.
I reached beneath her negligee, cupping her breasts from below, relishing in their softness.
"Hn❤️~ don't be too rough~" she whispered, her voice filled with pleasure.
Ignoring her plea, I continued to massage her through the fabric, appreciating her beauty.
As expected of one of the top beauties of the school.
Her neck was my next target, as I planted soft kisses along its curve.
"A.. Ahn!" Her moans grew louder, fueling my desire.
"Shh…" I hushed her gently, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss.
Her lips were soft and inviting, urging me to continue.
I savored the sensation as I deepened the kiss, lost in the moment.
"W.. Wait, Jason?" Her hands pressed against my chest, attempting to push me away.
Ignoring her protests, I ran my hands along her thighs, marveling at their softness.
They were undoubtedly feminine, a stark contrast to my own.
When my hands moved dangerously closer to her inner thighs…
"S.. Stop!" Her voice grew more insistent as she pushed me away, pulling down my hood in the process.
Though she couldn't see my face clearly, my white hair gave me away.
"Y.. You!" Her voice was filled with shock and disbelief as she realized my identity.
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Chapter 15: Threatening Courtney
"N.. Nathan?" Courtney muttered, her expression twisting into anger. "H.. How dare you! Disgusting! I will tell Jason, and he will bea-"
"Where do you think you're going?" I gripped her arm, pulling her back to the junction and trapping her against the wall once more.
"L-Leave! Help.. Mnnnn!" Her voice was muffled as I covered her mouth with my hand.
Fear flashed in Courtney's eyes as she struggled against my grip.
My demeanor was a far cry from the bored classmate she once knew. I no longer needed to conceal my true nature. And yet, she had yet to witness the extent of my darkness.
She wriggled and pushed against me, but I held firm, overpowering her with ease.
Was she afraid of being taken advantage of? Did she truly believe I would defile her in such a place?
But I couldn't deny the desire that stirred within me, the urge to claim her, especially while she remained untouched.
"Stop now," I commanded, my voice cold and unwavering as I revealed my phone.
Displayed on the screen was a damning video, capturing every moment of our illicit encounter thus far. Courtney had been too preoccupied with her own pleasure to notice me recording it.
I always calculated my moves carefully, and I knew she would be compelled to keep quiet once she saw the evidence.
Courtney's eyes widened in shock as she watched the footage, her pleasured expression starkly contrasted against her current state of distress.
"Do you want me to show this to everyone? Believe me, I have enough battery to do so," I taunted, a smirk playing on my lips.
With my phone as leverage, I had effectively silenced Courtney for the time being.
"What would your beloved Jason think seeing you moaning under my touch?" I asked.
Courtney stopped struggling.
At last she still liked Jason.
Little did Courtney know, she was head over heels for Jason, utterly oblivious to the fact that he saw her as nothing more than a disposable plaything. If he had his say, he'd likely discard her like yesterday's news and move on to the next conquest without a second thought.
See, Jason was all about appearances. Juggling multiple relationships at once? It was all about maintaining that pristine image, ensuring he had a steady supply of fresh faces to adorn his arm. But dating several girls concurrently came with its own set of risks, jeopardizing his chances with the other beauties on his radar – like Siara, Aisha, and Gwen. So, naturally, he'd toss them aside like worn-out toys, all to keep his options open and his reputation intact.
And then there was me, the antithesis of Jason's shallow tactics. Sure, I could see the appeal of playing the field, but I couldn't bring myself to stoop to his level. Unlike him, I wasn't about to concoct elaborate schemes or manipulate emotions to win over a girl. No, when it came to matters of the heart, I preferred a more straightforward approach – if I wanted someone, I'd pursue them earnestly, no mind games or ulterior motives involved. Once they were mine, they were mine, simple as that. No need for elaborate schemes or endless rotations of partners.
"Courtney?" A whisper suddenly rang in the corridor.
No doubts, it's Jason.
His footsteps approached.
Courtney made a move to leave, but I firmly grasped her hand, my gaze piercing as I spoke. "Do you want him to see us like that?"
She shook her head vigorously, her eyes wide with fear.
"Then keep quiet," I ordered, silencing her with my hand once more.
"Mnn~" Her muffled moan escaped her lips as I palmed her breasts, feeling their softness beneath my touch.
"You've got quite the pair, Courtney," I remarked with a smirk, continuing to massage them.
She didn't resist, though she fought to suppress any further sounds of pleasure.
I buried my nose in her neck, inhaling her scent with satisfaction. She smelled of fresh soap, a sign that she had recently bathed.
"Hn❤️!" Her eyes fluttered shut as I sensually licked her cheeks, eliciting a shiver that ran through her entire body.
Her muted moans only fueled my desire to tease her further, but I knew Arthur had returned to his room.
Reluctantly, I removed my hand from her mouth.
"Haa… haaa…" Courtney sank to the ground, her face flushed crimson with embarrassment and arousal.
With this morning's encounter fresh in my mind, along with the events that had just transpired, and of course my absurd luck, I knew she was now within my grasp.
"I'll delete the footage after a month. Until then, keep your legs closed," I instructed before pulling up my hood and making my exit.
To avoid any further encounters in the corridor, I chose to leap out of the second-floor window.
With my newfound body, I landed in the garden below unscathed, a satisfied smile playing on my lips.
I couldn't help but be captivated by the celestial glow of the moon, its luminous beams casting an enchanting spell over the garden below.
"Nathan?"
The sound of my name pulled me from my moonlit reverie, and I shifted my gaze downward, only to be met with another sight to behold.
There she stood, bathed in the moon's gentle radiance, Aisha – a vision of Japanese beauty personified. Her long, sleek hair cascaded down her back in a neat ponytail, framing her dark eyes that seemed to hold a universe of secrets.
Clad in a training suit similar to the one she wore earlier in the day, Aisha gripped a wooden sword in her hand, her movements fluid and purposeful as she practiced her swings in the quiet of the night.
Talk about impeccable timing.
Aisha Miura, not exactly a close friend, but we shared a decent rapport as classmates, forged during a particularly grueling group project where the other members were utterly useless. It was a bond born out of necessity rather than genuine camaraderie, but we exchanged pleasantries nonetheless.
"What brings you out here?" Aisha inquired, her voice breaking the tranquil silence as she lowered her sword.
"The same could be asked of you, Aisha," I replied, lowering my hood to reveal my face.
"I'm training," she stated simply, gesturing to her wooden weapon.
"Didn't you get your fill this morning with Oscar?" I quipped, curious about her nocturnal activities.
Aisha shook her head, a solemn expression crossing her features. "It's not enough, not with the looming dangers ahead."
I nodded in understanding, making a move to depart, but Aisha's question halted me in my tracks.
"Where are you off to, Nathan?" She asked.
"Just...needed some fresh air," I muttered, hoping to brush off the question and disappear into the night.
"Outside the castle?" She questioned, her voice now laced with seriousness.
I nodded in confirmation. "Yes."
"It's against the rules for any of us to venture beyond the castle walls alone, especially at night. It's for our own safety," Aisha reminded me, her words weighted with caution.
I flashed her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'll tread carefully, and I'm armed," I assured her, gesturing to the sword secured at my side.
Aisha regarded me silently for a moment, her expression unreadable. "If you're not back within three hours, I'll have no choice but to alert everyone," she warned.
"Got it, Aisha," I replied, acknowledging her ultimatum with a nod.
What I admired most about Aisha was her straightforwardness. Despite her seemingly aloof demeanor, she possessed a genuine concern for others, a quality that resonated deeply with me.
I couldn't shake the feeling that she was onto my carefully crafted facade – the deliberate underperformance in academics and the calculated aloofness in my behavior. During our collaboration on the group project, I had inadvertently revealed glimpses of my true nature, and I suspected that Aisha had caught on. Yet, she chose not to pry or question my motives, a testament to her respect for privacy and boundaries.
Aisha Miura was the one person in our class whom I desired above all others, even more so than my own step sisters. However, I knew I had to tread cautiously with her. She was sharp, perceptive, and far too intelligent to be manipulated or coerced.
Threats were out of the question; with Aisha, honesty and respect were the only currency worth trading in.
I wanted her to moan under me with a genuine pleasured smile.
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