บท 427: Chapter 113: The Twins of Desire_3

If it were any other time, this might not pose a problem; perhaps Aphrodite would even take a liking to him for resisting her charm with sheer willpower, for not every deity can do so. But now, things were different.

"Ares—?"

"Aphrodite, I..."

"Bang!"

In the dark of night, following a muffled sound, Ares tumbled out of the Goddess of Beauty's palace. He rose from the cold floor and was about to say something when a pile of clothes thrown from behind the door hit his face.

The doors then shut firmly, as if its mistress no longer wished to lay eyes on this loathsome fellow. And though the War God was typically quick to anger, he found he could not muster any rage at this sight.

This was his and Aphrodite's first private encounter, and he had not anticipated such a turn of events. For a moment, Ares began to doubt himself, wondering if there was something wrong with his own body that had led to this situation.