The Myth of the Greek Heavenly Demon

Chapter 103 – The Falling Moon

The kiss with the goddess, forced upon her as if savoring the scent of blood and flesh of prey by a predator, continued until I was satisfied.

“Haa… haaa…”

How many times had she gasped for breath, only for me to steal it away again?
Even after I finally released her, Artemis, still caught between suffocation and ecstasy, couldn’t regain her composure.
Her face, flushed a deep pink, her eyes half-lidded and glazed over, and her slightly parted lips all screamed temptation, pushing a man’s primal urges to their peak.

Think about it.
The ferocious and cruel tyrant who confidently looked down on me.
The fierce queen, who treated men like insects and wreaked havoc.
The goddess, who had declared to the Supreme God to remain chaste for eternity and had kept her body and soul pure for thousands of years, was now trembling and collapsing at my mere gesture, melting away, intoxicated by my breath.

As I conveyed to Goddess Hera, there were moments for a man that he could gladly accept, even if it meant facing damnation afterward.
Even if the so-called Supreme God were to strike me with lightning upon seeing me now.
If I could indulge in the temptation of a goddess slowly melting in my embrace, I would gladly become a Heavenly Demon Roast.

“Honestly, how can anyone resist this?”

It might be a bit out of the blue, but one thing I was truly grateful for in Greece was the light clothing.
Chiton, peplos, Doric chiton, etc. While their types and forms varied, the Greek garments, which were essentially a few pieces of light fabric draped over the body, were quite a visual treat just by glancing through the streets in broad daylight.
And today, the admiration for such Greek culture had reached its peak.
Who was it that said true allure isn’t found in nudity, but in the mystery that veils it? I finally understood the true essence of seduction.

Artemis, who was already wearing light hunting attire.
The white garment, as if woven from moonlight, was already deeply infused with the goddess’s fragrant scent.
The white flesh revealed beneath, and the tantalizing fruit of the female form made it impossible not to reach out.

-Clench!

Unhesitatingly reaching out, I grasped the pure white fruit in my hand.
It was a perfectly sized chest that fit snugly in my rather large hands.
The soft, sinking sensation with each squeeze, and the springy resilience when relaxed, was truly mesmerizing.
The pointed protrusions gently pricking my palm indicated that she wasn’t wearing any sort of undergarment covering her chest.

“Whoa, is this real?”

Her chest was easily a D-cup, large and ample. Despite wearing no undergarment or even a scrap of cloth beneath her robe, her breasts retained their perfect shape, firm and full like white peaches, defying gravity.
It left me in awe. How many times had I said it? Gods truly are cheats. Praise be to Greece, praise be to Olympus, and praise be to my past life.

-Squeeze, squeeze…

“Ugh… Ahhh! Stoooop…!”

I absentmindedly kneaded the chest of the pure goddess like a cat playing with yarn, and each time, Artemis squirmed and resisted even in her dazed state.
However, the unyielding appearance of the pure and fastidious goddess only further stimulated my instincts, so naturally, my hand changed direction.

“Heuuuu…”

As my hand, which had been broadly stroking, slightly retreated, Artemis let out a sigh of relief.
But that relief was far too premature.

“Letting your guard down is still forbidden.”

“Uuuu… wh-what?”

My thumb, which had retreated a step, pressed the peak of her chest.
The next place my thumb settled on was the very peak of her breast, the soft, pink nipple glistening with moisture through her sweat-soaked clothes.

“J-just a moment…”

Artemis, startled by my gesture, quickly raised her head and pleaded, but her tearful voice only fueled my strength.

-Squeeze!

“Khaaah!?”

The tender, spongy flesh of her nipple was buried under my thumb, and the goddess’s body convulsed as though shocked by lightning.
Her back arched, and her head snapped back as she gazed up at me, her beautiful face flushed with arousal.

“Oh…?”

“Stop! Please, stoop!”

Her body, now completely out of her control, responded wildly to my touch, wracked with unfamiliar pleasure.
Artemis, overwhelmed by the new sensations and terrified of the desires awakening within her, pleaded with tear-filled eyes.
But no matter how much she begged, my lust was already burning out of control.
There was no stopping it—and I didn’t want to stop.

“Why should I?”

“You scoundrel… Hyak!”

As my thumb withdrew from her nipple, it sprang back, glistening and erect.
I took a moment to admire the sight before gently teasing her breast, my fingers exploring every curve and texture.
Her soft upper chest, the heavy weight pressing down on my hand, and the pink peak now surrounded by a deep red flush—all of it was divine, a fruit of the gods.
For a brief moment, I felt as though I had reached heaven itself.

“Haah… Please, stop… If you do, I’ll… keep it a secret from Father and Brother…”

Artemis was still trying to threaten me in a weak voice, gasping for breath.
Judging by her appearance, it seemed she could still endure.
For thousands of years, a chaste body maintaining its purity, yet now rooted with anguish, reacted so sensitively even with the slightest provocation. It showed that being one of the Twelve Olympians wasn’t just an empty title.

“That makes it all the more fun.”

“Hnnng…”

As I stopped stroking and tickling the soft bosom of the goddess, Artemis relaxed as if relieved.
However, that relief was still premature.
With a sly grin, I reached for her nipple again.
The soft, pink peak, now sensitive from my earlier teasing, fit perfectly between my fingers, even through the fabric of her robe.

“Oh… oh?!”

“Eut.”

The goddess looked up at me with incredulous eyes, while I nodded playfully with a smile.
At the same time, the goddess showed a dramatic reaction to her twisted, chewy nipple being squeezed tightly.

“Khaaaang!!!”

If her earlier reaction had been like being shocked by electricity, this time, it was as though she had been struck by lightning.

“Haht! Haang! Haueuh…”

Her beautiful waist bent like a bow, her body dancing enchantingly under the moonlight. Along with her alluringly swaying, enticing, reddened chest.
Her neck and chin glistened with beads of sweat like daffodils holding morning dew, and her eyes rolled back as her pupils disappeared, lost in the intense pleasure surging through her.
Her mouth, once cursing me with venomous words, was now only capable of letting out groans and drooling, her once noble face completely disheveled.
But what caught my attention most was the wetness soaking into my leg.

-Squelch!

A fragrant nectar, scattered with an intensity that defied belief in the Goddess of Purity.
I couldn’t help but admire the mound beyond the thin fabric rubbing against my leg, as if reflexively desiring pleasure.

“Oooooh….”

Lustful, sensual, beautiful, and sacred ecstasy.
It was a historic moment when the Goddess of Purity, a pure white goddess unknown to men and desires, etched the pinnacle of pleasure into her body.

In her decadent and lascivious appearance, my manhood was already towering sky-high, and the two fingers that elicited this dramatic reaction continued to twist, pinch, and caress the goddess’s sensitive spots relentlessly.

“Ugh, ha, haah?!”

-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

With every twist and pinch, her nipples sent her into another wave of ecstasy, and the once-pure goddess trembled in pleasure, her juices now flowing freely, drenching my leg and spreading over the ground beneath her.

“This is a masterpiece.”

As a man, the sight of a pure goddess brought to such a state was enough to stoke my desire for conquest.
This was a work of art, too incredible for me to enjoy alone.
Just moments ago, Artemis had threatened to kill me cruelly, and now her body was writhing in pleasure, transformed by my touch.

“Goddess, pull yourself together. Look at the work you’ve created.”

As I gently caressed the white neck I had lightly bitten and infused divine power with the authority of recovery, Artemis staggered and slowly raised her head.

“Ha… ha… What is this…?”

No matter how much her mind returned, the torrent of pleasure that struck her entire body after thousands of years still heated her body.
Her lewd body, drenched in sweat, writhing from my gestures, disheveled.
Her nipples, flinching with every brush against her clothes, and her white chest, reddened from my persistent kneading.

And her lower body, still dripping nectar even after soaking my lower half.
Just the thought of seeing how she’d react to the mere touch of the wind made a dark anticipation rise in my chest.

“Ah…? Aaah..?!”

As expected, Artemis’s eyes shook violently at the sight of her own lewd figure, far from the image of a chaste goddess.
Her body was trembling in refusal, and her eyes were tightly shut, as if trying to escape reality.
However, her sensitive body, flinching even at the faintest of my breaths, was clear evidence that, though she might still possess her purity, she was no longer untouched.

“Aaaaah…!”

Artemis, drowning in despair, hung her head low, yet I had no intention of allowing her to retreat into herself.
My next move was already prepared.

“Not yet, not yet. You can’t just finish it all by yourself so soon.”

Masters who have reached a certain level have an aura of protective energy surrounding them at all times due to their cultivated internal force, which shields them from attacks or ambushes below a certain threshold.
However, if the person’s mind becomes disturbed or falls into a state of inner demon, the flow of energy weakens, and so does the protective aura.
This was true for Artemis as well.
The silver divine power that was constantly enveloping her body during the fight nullified all of my light spear attacks, as well as the demonic qi I wrapped around the spear and launched.

However, the moment she completely let her guard down, the venom injected through the snake’s fangs that pierced through the gap in her divine power had no resistance, and she was at my mercy without even attempting to block it.
In the midst of this, the lingering echo, shame, and despair, which were fully accepted in her clear mind, exposed a huge flaw in the divine body of the Goddess Artemis.

A fatal flaw that should never have been revealed.